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tlouwhore · 3 months

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modern!ellie headcanons

notes/warnings: pet names used (baby), sfw, loser!ellie a little (i cant help it), no race specific information, androgynous reader

★ she has an insane mug collection thats so strange, when you go to hers for the first time its such a weird thing

"you want something to drink?"

"sure"

and you'll go back to messing with her stuff that she left sprawled across her coffee table until you hear her clomp over and extend her arm, she'll be holding an inconveniently built mug out to you casually

"els, what the fuck is that?"

she tilts her head and furrows her brow, confused at your comment as if its unreasonable to ask why shes handing you a horrifically constructed alien mug thats bound to spill all over you

★ speaking of these mugs, she refuses to get rid of *any* of them. when you guys move in together you're begging her to just get rid of one but she refuses

"els, please. we dont have enough shelves for these, we need normal drinking glasses."

you sigh as the mugs sit across the kitchen counter, shes on one side staring at them while youre on the other side staring at her.

"i cant, i use them all"

she doesn't. she drinks out of one and she only ever drinks water from it. you go back and forth for merely minutes before you throw in the towel and just let her do her thing, if shes happy you dgaf about the normal water glasses.

★ shes a loud ass walker, you will hear her before you see her. you genuinely start to think she's doing it on purpose.

★ she has one belt and its one wrong move from completing snapping in two pieces, there is a literal half inch of material holding it together

★ needs to pet street cats every time she sees them, whenever you point out that they're probably diseased she scoffs

★ tries to pretend shes good at fixing things but has no clue what shes doing—the toilet isnt flushing properly and so she stands about 3 feet from it and stares at it with her weight shifted to one side. she'll have on a tank top on and slacked down carhartt pants engulfing her legs as she nods. she really likes to take care of you so she'll refuse to admit she has no idea what shes doing and when you walk away she looks up "toilet not flushing reddit"

★ she fucks with the twilight franchise but pretends to hate it because it doesn't "look cool"

★ she cant drive, she failed her permit test 3 times and pretends like every other driver on the road is the problem (shes the issue every time)

★ she drives a beat up car or truck, it smells a little funny and the radio gets three stations so you have to rummage through her mass cd collection to find something to listen to. half the cds wont even be in their case but instead haphazardly chucked around her car in random spots. the only ones she keeps in order are your cds, which have a specific bag so you don't have to scurry about in her car to find them.

★ 3 pairs of socks and they all have holes in them, she'll complain that the floor is cold all the time

"god the floor is so cold in here"

"can you just put some socks on?"

"i'm wearing socks right now"

"oh really?"

and she'll point as her feet, half her toes are out and her heel is fully exposed. its about the same as just wearing no socks at some point. you'll just stare in disbelief for a moment before scoffing.

"what'd you do that for?"

that small crease between her brows finding its way to her face as it always does.

"you're barely wearing socks"

"oh whatever"

★ has to physically restrain herself from telling you the gift she bought you for any holiday or event, shes tweaking out and cant function until she gives it to you

★ she loves to just be in your presence, she'll observe your routines. she enjoys perching next to you as you get ready, no matter how short or long or a routine she will be by your side

★ she can cook a crazy burger but that's literally all she can make

★ shes a blushing mess for you but she loves to get cocky and pretend she isn't when texting you

★ needy and will message you thirst trap ass photos in an attempt to get you to leave work early and be with her (it works)

#ellie williams #the last of us #ellie williams x reader smut #loser!ellie #tlou2 #tlou #tlou ellie #ellie x reader fluff #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie fluff #ellie williams imagine #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie hcs #ellie headcanons #modern ellie #modern au

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whackk-kermitt · 4 months

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Confessing Your Love

Genre: Headconons

Warnings: Cursing(Brok..)

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Kratos

“Hmm,” followed by a slow nod.

He wouldn't say anything immediately.

He will just kind of look at you, studying your eyes.

He doesn't want to take chances.

Man has trust issues!

Telling him you love him will make him so happy yet so scared.

You wouldn't be able to tell.

Eventually you'd hear, “I love you, as well.”

He'd immediately ask you to move your things to his home if you haven't already.

He loves you, so you need to stay close so he can protect and provide for you!

He'd start to find more excuses to touch you and you'd laugh telling him he doesn't need them.

Eventually, he will be comfortable enough to walk up to you just for an embrace or smooch.

Mimir

Before his head got..you know.. His first instinct you be to turn to you completely.

“Really, Las? An old man like me?” He'd laugh but he'd offer to do something romantic.

Smartest man alive, but he never saw that coming.

Either way he’d swear his loyalty and heart to you.

Anything you want, he's on it.

After his head…

He'd probably hesitate to return the sentiment, no matter how genuine it is.

“I- I can't offer you much, Las.” He’d frown.

He'd feel inadequate, and undeserving- he's just a head after all!

What could he give you in terms of love and affection?

After telling him his company is all you desire then he'd probably think you've gone mad.

But after a while of talking about it he'd smile and say it back.

You'd carry his head on your belt during travels throughout the realms after.

Giving him kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

It's simple and innocent devotion and its loves that he's enough for you.

Atreus

Telling Arteus you've got a crush on him would probably make him completely freeze and go red.

I'm talking his fathers tattoo red!

Lots of stuttering and blushing while you guys talked about it.

He wouldn't really know what to do or say afterwards.

But no doubt he'd eventually be able to get it out that he likes you too.

He's never done any of this before, so he'd probably go to Mimir or Freya for advice.

If and when you ever hold his hand or hug him his palms get sweaty and he gets nervous.

But he's happy to oblige!

He thinks your so cute.

Talks to his dad about it.

He's shy, but after a while of spending more time hanging out with you he’d get cocky and try to show off and impress you more.

Half of the time he’ll be trying so hard he just ends up looking silly or just straight up stupid.

But you laugh it off and tell him how cute and sweet he is.

He's whipped.

Freya

No matter how comfortable she is around you, no matter how safe you make her feel, she'll hesitate.

As soon as you tell her you're in love with her, she'll need room away from you.

In every relationship so far, she's been to much or not enough.

The woman is hurt and healing.

She's scared its not the truth, like with Odin.

Or if it is, and you truly love her, then what if she messes it up?

What is her love is to much for you and you leave her?

Or what if, out of fear of being too much, she’s not enough- and you leave her?

Freya can't take another heartbreak.

But after seeing how understanding you are of her past, and reassuring her worries that you're not going anywhere she's willing to listen.

You'd tell her that it doesn't matter if she loves you the same way, or another, as long as your with her its enough for you.

And hearing that would be enough for her.

You'd have to take things slowand steady with her.

But she is so very much in love with you.

She will make sure you both set boundaries to keep her from going to far and pushing you away.

She doesn't wanna lose you too.

Brok

“Well it's about fucking time!”

He's so cool and sure of himself on the outside, so he'll play it off like he know you loved him.

But really he's surprised.

He's not the most romantic man, but he'll give it an honest try for your sake.

He’ll get flowers and sweets for his lady.

Most definitely start bringing about you to everyone he meets every chance he gets.

He's very standoffish when it comes to affection.

So any time you give it to him he'll stutter just slightly and awkwardly reciprocate it while he gets used to someone being infatuated with him.

Very defensive and protective is anyone makes comments about you two.

“Mind your business, you unfuckable drauger-looking bastard!”

Very confident on the outside, very unsure on the inside.

He's worried he's not doing it right but all he needs is you smiling at him the way you do and he'll be just fine.

Sindri

Congratulations, you broke him.

His initial reaction is giving O.O

Wide eyes, red cheeks, mouth open.

He'd stutter for a response and get frustrated with himself for losing his voice for a moment.

Give him some time and words will just start spilling out.

He loves you, that was no secret to anyone!

He’ll tell you all about it when the air come back into his lungs.

He’ll go on and on about how pretty you are, and amazing, and how much he likes your smile.

Lots of nervous chuckles and shy grins from this man.

He hates when people touch him, sorry to say you're no exception.

But you figured you wouldnt be; at least for now.

However he is willing to hook his pink finger to yours every now and then as a very small step in the direction of hugging you.

Having you love him really makes him frustrated with his thing with germs and dirt.

He’s never had a problem with it before.

But now he wants to hold you and be held by you and the thought of it makes him shiver in disgust.

It's a fear he's willing to conquer if it means one day he'll get to see the smile on your face when he holds you with out gagging for the first time.

You know better then to take offense; it's nothing personal.

He gags at everyone.

Tyr

He didn't see it coming.

But he had hoped..

It was a happy surprise when you blurted it out while spending time with him while reading.

He gave you a soft smile after the shock settled and returned the sentiment .

Not much had to be said between you two after that.

The only thing that really changed in the relationship were beginning to sit closer together and a lot more gentle touches.

He'd rest against you while you braid his hair, and he'll braid yours.

His eyes have always laid on you softly, but there's something more in them when he looks at you now.

Contentment.

He’s happy to share any moment a with you that he can.

Heimdal

He knew.

He knew you loved him for a while.

He knew you wanted to say it.

The cooky little shit just waited and waited until you did.

He wanted to hear it.

But when you approached him and said you loved him it felt different then he imagined it would.

He knew you, and he saw in your head that you truly meant it.

He knew you loved the good, the bad, and the ugly in him.

He knew that unlike the other people who have claimed to love him, you didn't think ‘i can change him.’

He saw the unsure insecurities in your head and body language that he wouldn't feel the same way.

After all, he reads minds, and he knew what you felt all this time and never addressed it so clearly he wasn't interested, right?

To be honest, up until that point he hadn't really considered your feelings despite knowing them.

You had told him you loved him, but you had only said it so he would tell you what you believed he would- that he doesn't care.

You had only said it so he could break your heart, and you could get closure, and hopefully move on.

It twisted his gut that you were walking into this fully believing you would be turned away.

He saw in your head that you had already been crying over it.

But that's not what he wanted, so instead being sarcastic or rude like he would be with literally anyone else he smiled at you.

“I know.” He said softly.

Thor

“Good for you.”

He's not really interested.

Plus he's still married.

So piss off.

Not proof read.

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eluxcastar · 1 year

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What are the Harbingers like while drunk?

── ୨୧：fatui harbingers x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: a night of drinking usually leads to a far more chaotic band of harbingers than usual, a horrible nightmare for everyone else involved considering their behaviour. it is not all terrible however, admittedly.

୨୧﹑genre :: some are a little fluffy it varies though

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, it is chaotic, columbina does touch reader like very publicly how far that goes is ambiguous, obviously consumption of alcohol

୨୧﹑words :: 1.9k

by this I actually mean how many drinks does it take for them to be all over you (optionally their s/o) which will find its answer, this includes every Harbinger because there is no grandpa discrimination in this household 🙏 requests will start getting posted again tomorrow

The youngest Harbinger is alright, but arguably one of the worst when it comes to how drunk he'll get and how quick. If being a massive casual flirt with you already doesn't help (which it does not), then getting a couple drinks in him can only make him worse. As if stealing all of his restraint and boundaries— possibly mistakable for sense of reason— it unlocks a secondary urge that somehow overtakes his need to fight everything that does or does not move. He can take you (not in a fight tho). A few drinks in, and you better take them away from him before he becomes too over-eager and starts on his quest to fight the other Harbingers once more. Usually, it's quite easy to get him to settle if you just tie him to the nearest pole and leave him for a while to get through his fight with a rope first.

Arlecchino is surprisingly good in this respect, though more so because it's hard to tell when she's drunk except for the fact that she speaks differently, more open with her feelings than when she's sober, and unabashedly will speak her mind in the same tone she usually speaks her insults unless it is to you. For some reason, her equally shameless words and advances always comes out something not like a question and a borderline nag to go with her somewhere—to her room, no doubt—down to outright admitting that she wants you. She barely leaves any room for your decline or contemplation when she's following you around all night like a lost, stray dog whimpering at your feet, and it's kind of cute. You won't go with her, though, because you know what she wants, so she'll just have to wait until you get to enjoy yourself a little at the very least. She's still so ridiculously cute asking with a straight face, however, especially once you manage to settle her to the point she falls asleep head on the table out like a light.

Unfortunately too used to drinking over business, Pantalone is tipsy at best as he's no stranger to drinking some ornate expensive wine after a long day of work, though the flush in his cheeks tells you he's at least a little gone. He rests his head on your shoulder without a word most of the time, perhaps purposefully gluing you to your place by his side so that you cannot be stolen away. He says he's not tired whenever you ask, and you don't doubt that somehow. He's got an added boisterous charm to his laugh, but his voice is low, and he stares at you through his lashes as he's coaxing you into drinking with him. Drink some more, loosen up, there's nothing to worry about. Of course, there's always something to worry about with him, never able to just let you be when he's drunk as he's a bit of a pest.

Insisting that you drink two glasses for her single finished one, Signora is far more focused on getting you drunk than herself. She holds drinks to your lips, practically forcing you to down them to get her to get off your back, all with an arm over your shoulders, keeping you from backing away. She's shockingly promiscuous in a way—though not explicitly—this night will just most definitely end with the two of you having drunkenly made out at least twice, and she's got a good amount of glasses of wine under her belt, as well as you stumbling and at your limit needing her help to find your bearings. Her chest is soft, of course you can use her as your pillow all you want, and of course she'll get you home safe.

An interesting case is the mysterious disappearance of Sandrone's stoic exterior, her usual abrasiveness replaced by a giggly and borderline childish self far more interested in finding something funny in everything and bothering you to carry her around, including back to her room— or yours. She's not picky. Only two drinks in, she behaves like she has never heard of subtlety in her life. Often she will question why you keep doing the things you do, especially if that happens to ruin all her fun, like pulling her away from Tartaglia so that she will stop teasing the poor boy, or to get her to stop loudly asking all of the details of the ins and outs of Scaramouche's workings when he's shifting in his seat trying to hide his discomfort behind his own abrasiveness. Eventually, you may have to carry her back to her room, if only to get her to go to bed and try to get all the rest she can before she wakes up the next morning hungover and miserable.

Scaramouche may only be a puppet, but his other functions seem to work just fine…it still surprises you that he manages to get drunk, much less that he starts getting overly emotional when he does and ends up crying over nothing until you manage to cheer him up as he buries his head in your chest. Apparently, he's just very happy to see you, despite you having been there all night, and he doesn't want you to go anywhere despite the fact you never had any intention of doing so yet. It's so strange but not unwelcome, just hard to get used to, though you let him loiter around you and cling a little. Every time you have to go somewhere, he's asking where you're going, and only when you provide a good enough answer does he stare a little before nodding slowly and resting his head on his arms for comfort, waiting for you to come back.

Over time you learned to stop getting Pulcinella drunk as it leads to him telling the same stories of his youth he's convinced beyond a doubt that you've never heard before. His earlier days in the Fatui are practically ingrained in your mind as you have little choice but to grin and bear it, hoping he doesn't notice that you're not really listening. Of course he notices, however, and in his usual exaggerated movements, taps your nose to draw your attention back, threatening to steal it if you don't pay attention. Youngsters these days is his usual grumble, and as always, you must remind him you are not, in fact, a 'youngster'. It is quieter, more intimate storytelling between the two of you, maybe only Pierro at your side interested in hearing all of this though you're pretty sure Pulcinella hasn't even noticed he's there considering he's so fixated on you and where your eyes are, anywhere but him and he's promptly drawing your attention right back.

Capitano holds his liquor so well you're a little worried for his liver, as the worst offence he manages is making a couple of bad jokes. Barely does he seem affected by it, but you wonder if managing to conceal his face well enough has anything to do with it or if he simply hasn't had anything to drink at all in the absence of any desire to take his helmet off just yet. Considering his demeanour has changed slightly, you're willing to bet the former. He is awfully touchy and forward in all of his advances, though his boldness would never overstep too far. He can hear a no and accept it, but by the time that helmet is resting on the table by his side and he's buried his face in his hands, far too drunk to reason with himself to keep it on, he does begin to get far closer than before with every word said just a half inch from your ear in a hushed tone and his arm around you so comfortably you may begin to forget it's even there.

Ever your biggest fan, Columbina wants you to do all sorts of things, not for any discernible reason. She just claims you're quite adorable. She absolutely must see the face you make after a kiss, and when someone touches your face, when you have your hair pulled and how flushed your face is when her hands travel down from your face toward your body. Of course, she will largely refrain from going too far in the presence of others, though she is touchy, almost like dangling off you, and most importantly, she is hopelessly convincing. Regardless of whether you told yourself at the start of the night that you would not hear a word of her requests, it began so slowly and spiralled so quickly that giving her just a little more leeway won't be too bad, right? It'll be fine to allow her to lay he head down on your chest and wrap her arms around you, continuing to speak to others all the while capturing all of your attention, and with how sleepy she sounds, you imagine you have hers as well with what little energy she has to spare still contributing to the conversation.

Dottore is usually such a butch that you initially thought getting him drunk would only make him bitchier, but one drink in and his experience with alcohol is showing. By the second, he claims to not want any more, and god forbid someone tries to convince him a third is a good idea because he will proceed to complain of feeling sick and deflate until he can leave. His second, however…his second has him talking shop, just not the way you thought it might. He's telling you about all these things that—while certainly not completely objectively interesting—have him genuinely smiling even just a little as he passionately explains the many things he has pursued solely based on whims and fixations. For a man who seldom speaks to anyone, drinks get him talking, and with no inclination to stop him, you sit and listen as he tells you about the ways his segments are made and how he went about discovering and acquiring the materials to do so. He wants you to come with him to his lab so he can show you these things, but with very little desire to allow him to accidentally ruin something of his while drunk, you quickly dissuade him from that and decide to take him elsewhere to let him cool off instead.

Conservative in his drinking in the first place, Pierro does not allow himself much freedom to relax in a setting where he has to watch everyone, at least at the start of the night when tensions are still high, and everyone is sensible enough to remember their quarrels with each other. as the night progresses, however, the small sips of his drink become more frequent, and his appearance follows suit, hair a bit dishevelled from the number of times he's touched it, clothing loosened to allow himself more room to breathe and hands often finding their way to you as he speaks, resting on your shoulder or on your thighs, fingers brushing against your cheek or thumb tracing your lips. to be honest you kind of like him like this, less reserved but restrained enough to be fighting his own resolve not to do something that may be too forward. You can tell in the way that resolve and the will to fight against his own wants slips away bit by bit, touches lasting longer, kisses first on your forehead finding their way to your lips and his arm, which had been resting on the table, finally around your waist as you both walk back to whichever of your respective rooms finds you first.

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panda-writes-kpop · 5 months

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Nayeon ~ Fluff Alphabet (Requested!)

A/N: Thank you for the request, hun! I've only got two weeks left of lecture plus exam week 🥲 please pray for me, y'all, the college life is rough

TW: None!

♡ Masterlist ♡

Affection (How do they show their affection? What love language(s) do they use?)

Nayeon loves showering you with physical affection! She's clinging to your side while you work on a project or she has her arms wrapped around your waist while you make brunch on a Saturday that she has off. You can't forget about her kisses - she loves to kiss every inch of your skin from the moment you wake up to the moment you sleep.

Beauty (What do they admire about their S/O? What makes their S/O beautiful?)

Humor! She loves having someone around who can make her laugh. She also likes to tease and joke around with someone who will do the same back to her. She'll act offended at times, but the lovesick smile on her face tells you that she loves your humor and teasing.

Comfort (How would they help their S/O if they were having a rough day?)

I definitely think she'd take you out on a date or to a bar to get drinks if you were feeling up to it! A nice date and a few drinks will help shake off any bad feelings, plus you're spending the day with the girl that you love. If you want to stay in, she'll order some food from your favorite take-out place before joining you on the couch to binge watch TV shows.

Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

Nayeon wants a future full of fun, great memories, and you, of course! She wants to pursue her career during the day and then hold you at night. ❤️ Life is an oyster to her, and she wants to get the most out of it with you by her side to cheer her on.

Equal (Do they tend to be more dominant or passive in the relationship?)

She's definitely the dominant one in this relationship. She's the type to pull you into a kiss by your belt loop and then act confused when you get all flustered. If you want to be the dominant one, she'll tease and indulge you for a moment before regaining control.

Fight (Would they easily forgive their S/O after a fight? How would a typical fight go?)

You'll probably get the silent treatment from her for a day before she feels bad and asks to talk everything out. You two argue healthily without getting into any screaming matches, but sometimes feelings get hurt and you need a moment away from each other. You'll talk things out afterwards, and you'll both apologize before doing something together to strengthen your bond.

Gratitude (How grateful are they for everything that their S/O does for them?)

Nayeon will say it teasingly, but she loves you with all of her heart and she's so thankful for everything you do. You take care of her chores when she's too tired from rehearsals or schedules, and she can't thank you enough for all that you do.

Honesty (Do they tend to keep secrets from their S/O, or do they share everything?)

She's super honest with you all of the time. Nayeon would expect the same from you, but you don't have to reveal all of yourself immediately. Although she doesn't mind learning all about you in one go, she likes the little bits and pieces about you that you mention every now and again.

Inspiration (Did their S/O change them, or was it the other way around?)

Nayeon definitely changed you. If you weren't an extrovert before you met her, you are now. She loves to go out for dates, drinks, etc. and introduce you to every important person in her life, and you have to be willing to do all of that if you're going to date Nayeon.

Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

She gets jealous easily, but she won't say anything unless you're physically uncomfortable with the situation. If it does escalate that far, she'll quickly excuse the two of you before dragging you away. Otherwise, she'll sit in silence and wait for you to return and spoil her with the affection that she missed.

Kiss (How often do they kiss you? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Whenever she can kiss you, and wherever she can. Her favorite places are your cheek and your lips. You've definitely had to check that you don't have lipstick covering your face before leaving the house on more than one occasion.

Lazy Day (How do they like to spend days off with their S/O?)

If you're both feeling lazy and don't want to go out, you'll make something at home and have a nice day in the comfort of your home and in your pajamas. If you both want to go out, she'll take you to a concert or some live music event that you can relax at.

Marriage (Do they want to get married? How often do they think about marrying their S/O?)

Nayeon openly talks and jokes about marriage. She definitely sees it as a possibility, especially when you're deeper in your relationship. She may tease you about proposing, but flipping the question on her causes her to turn red because she's planned your engagement and wedding in her brain many times.

Nicknames (What do they call their S/O?)

Baby, babe

Simple, cute, and modern. If she's in a teasing mood, she'll drag out the last syllable until you respond to her.

On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it extremely obvious to others?)

Nayeon does not stop talking about you, so it's pretty obvious that she's in a relationship with you. Her heart eyes are very evident, and it doesn't matter if she's just talking about you or if you're in the room with her. She takes pride in your relationship because she loves being your partner.

PDA (Are they very upfront with their relationship, or do they prefer to keep things quiet?)

Very, very upfront. Nayeon isn't extreme by any means, but she's not afraid to kiss you on the cheek or hug your side in public. You're dating, so why not show it off?

Quirk (Some random personality trait that makes them an excellent partner.)

Her playfulness brings a fun element to your relationship. Not taking anything too seriously lets you unwind after a long day, and she's able to make you feel better with a simple joke or her laughter. If you're just as playful as she is, then you're in for a fun and exciting relationship since you'll always be joking with one another.

Romance (Are they a born romantic ready to woo their S/O at any moment, or do they struggle to spark romantic moments with their S/O?)

I'd say she's more of a modern romantic than a traditional romantic. She finds the poetic letters and dozens of roses a bit outdated, but she'll lovingly tease you if that's how you show your love. Her romantic side comes out when she develops an interest in your hobbies, or when she takes you out to your favorite place to eat. It's all in the subtle things.

Support (How do they help support their S/O to reach their goals?)

You might have the biggest hype woman and promoter who is not ashamed to scream it from the mountain tops. She'll brag about your accomplishments just like she would brag about her accomplishments. Seeing you succeed makes her a proud girlfriend.

Thrill (Do they like trying out new things to spice up their relationship, or do they prefer to stick to a routine?)

Nayeon loves to try new things! She's always down to try new hobbies, date spots, or foods with you. She might tease you for your reaction to these new things, but she does it lovingly.

Understanding (How well do they know their partner?)

She picks up on the subtle things about you that other people might not notice, like your usual coffee order. She obviously knows all the important stuff, but the smaller details make her a fantastic girlfriend. It's great to come home to your favorite meal or snack on the table with a short, sweet note from her.

Value (How important is the relationship to the person versus other relationships and things in their life?)

She has a healthy work-life balance, so you're important to her just as much as the other important people or things that take up your time. She doesn't want to give up everything in her life for your relationship, and she'd never ask you to do the same.

Wild Card (A random fluffy headcanon that you have about the relationship?)

Date nights are fun, especially when Nayeon plans them. She won't tell you where you're going until you get there. She doesn't like to do the sake date too many times, so she likes to do different dates like nature walks, bar hopping, or book shopping.

XOXO (Do they like to kiss, hug, and cuddle you? How often do they do so?)

Absolutely, all of the time. She gets shy if you show her the same amount of love back, but don't let that stop you. She's happy to receive affection as much as she is to give it.

Yearning (How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

Nayeon is texting you or video chatting if distance is keeping you apart. She keeps timezones in mind, and she'll text you at a more convenient time for you, even if it means sacrificing an hour or two of sleep. If you're just super busy, she'll take on some of your chores so you have time to relax after work

Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

Nayeon would go as far as you would go for her. If you'd move the sun out of the sky for her, then you'd bet that she'd do the same for you.

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pathetic-sapphic · 9 months

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I'm so glad I discovered your blog, your writing is so good!! I'd definitely be interested in more Attractive things ____ does headcanons for the rest of the milfs 🥺

Attractive things that the Arcane milfs do

a/n: there will be some nsfw themes in this work and you can find a separate post for Sevika here

GRAYSON

Whenever she comes home from work, she smells faintly of gunpowder, sweat as well as the sandalwood cologne she likes to put on every morning and, although it might seem weird to some people, you love it. It's just a combination of smells that is so uniquely hers and you often steal her clothes and wear them whenever she's stuck at work late into the night.

You love to watch Grayson practice shooting. She just looks so in her element, all strict and poised, with her shoulders drawn up and her legs firmly planted on the ground. Seeing her calculated and focused gaze makes you go all hot under the collar. It's not like she's oblivious to it either, Grayson is perfectly aware of the effect she has on you and she relishes in it.

The way she wears her uniform never fails to make you all hot and bothered. She just wears it so well and looks so handsome in it and you always make sure to tell her that. She actually suggests wearing it for you during bedroom activities since you seem to like it so much. Who are you to say no to that?

Hugs you from behind whenever she can. Puts her arms around your waist, kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear. Sometimes she whispers sweet and cute things, other times it's just downright filth. Her voice never fails to make you wet and she takes full advantage of that.

CASSANDRA

Takes off her gloves and puts her hand on the back of your neck, slowly caressing it with her soft and warm fingers. Smirks when she sees the goosebumps that appear on your skin whenever she does that and will tease you for it.

Cassandra smokes on occasion and, damn, does she look good doing it. She is very graceful and careful with it, softly and seductively blowing smoke while looking you in the eyes. Always demands you keep eye contact with her as it is a sign of trust and the blush that appears on your cheeks is simply adorable.

She can be very strict and bossy if you want her to be. She likes giving her partner orders, especially if they're obedient and follow through them without question. Cassandra is a woman who demands respect but she'll always repay it to you. Rewards your obedience with gifts and lots of praise.

Has to have her mark on you in some way. She is a possessive and protective woman and wants everyone to be aware of who you belong to. If you are willing, she gets you a simple gold day collar with a golden letter 'C' hanging from the chain. The collar you wear in private is consisted of a dark brown leather belt with the centerpiece being a pendant identical to the one she has dangling from her ears.

AMBESSA

Displays her strength by constantly picking you up bridal style whenever she can. Also loves to manhandle you in bed if you're into that. Has a size kink so she loves being able to bend and break you as she sees fit.

As demanding Ambessa is, she knows how to reward good behavior. Be an obedient pet to her and you'll never have to wish for anything. Showers you in riches and war spoils, loves seeing you adorned in gold jewelry and expensive silk. Also buys lingerie for you quite often and you don't really mind, seeing as Ambessa actually pays attention to your likes and dislikes so the clothing pieces are always something which suits your taste.

Sleeps naked, but only with someone she's romantically involved with. Being naked next to you while asleep is an incredibly vulnerable display of trust from someone like her and you certainly don't mind. She is overjoyed if you do the same but will respect it if you aren't comfortable with it.

Although she is a woman of force and a brute, one important demand that Ambessa has for you is to set your boundaries and always tell her if you feel uncomfortable. She is aware how her roughness and strength might seem intimidating to others but she never wants you to see her that way. Her pleasure means nothing if you aren't feeling good too. Is always very respectful of your space and comfort because she truly does love you and never wishes to see you hurt, especially by her actions.

#requests are open #arcane #arcane headcanons #arcane x reader #arcane grayson #arcane grayson x reader #grayson x reader #arcane cassandra #cassandra kiramman x reader #arcane ambessa #ambessa medarda #ambessa x reader #arcane milfs #cassandra kiramman

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milllersfae · 11 months

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✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: random gf!ellie headcannons

content warning: dirty talk, petnames, strap usage, fem reader, sfw and nsfw content. minors do not interact.

a/n: first time writing for tlou, if it flops it flops

sfw

♥ ellie has a bad habit of being subconsciously protective. she makes you walk behind her often just in case shit goes off.

♥ she loves reaching for your hand at random times. your hands are rarely free when you're around her

♥ she teases you all the time just to see you get all worked up about it. she belts out a laugh. "that little look on your face is so damn cute! i'm sorry baby, i was only kiddin'' and she leans in and wraps her arms around you in apology.

♥ there isn't one day you don't expect her to bring you something special home. she's a serial gift giver.

♥ she begs for your eye contact. "c'mere, look at me" while she lifts her thumb to your chin. she loves that gentle glint in your eye you always give her.

nsfw

♥ she is so handsy it's criminal. she has to find a way to touch you while she drives her strap sweetly inside you, leaving you so vulnerable under her.

♥ again with the eye contact. ellie is obsessed with the heavy-liddeed look in your eye as her tongue works its way around your pussy. "eyes on me baby, stay with me."

♥ she loves knowing how she's doing. the little grasp you do to her hair while between your legs makes her weak. when you moan her name out of pure overstimulation paints a cocky smile across her face.

♥ "keep moaning like that angel. tell me what i'm doing to this pussy." she just can't help but want to hear your every reaction

♥ gentle as fuck with your body but makes a mess out of your face. she loves to leave you with ropes of saliva decorating your lips after making you gag on her strap. she can't help but slither in her thumb in your mouth while bringing you to your knees.

♥ ellie is surprisingly stronger than you anticipated. she loves pinning down your wrists to keep you from moving while fucking you. finding ways to restrain you is a her guilty pleasure

♥ it's her fucking mission to drain you of every orgasm possible. she likes the weak and tired look that litters your face but begs for more out of you.

♥ to bring you to your peak she loves staring at you until you can't take it anymore. she knows how to pull your strings and get you just how she wants you every time.

♥ guiding you to orgasm is her favorite part. she'll slow her strokes just to tempt you for more, clinging to her and missing her pace. "beg for me sweetheart, just like that. let me make a mess with this pussy." and speed up faster than before.

♥ when you finish she loves how you clamor to touch her, wanting to bring her deeper in you one final time. she knows she completed her goal when you're a needy, writhing mess. she rewards you with kisses and tight squeezes for letting you make you hers.

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#cassi!writes ♡‧₊˚#cassi!drabbles ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧ #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie smut #ellie williams x female reader #the last of us x reader #tlou smut #ellie x you #tlou2 smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader

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ohbo-ohno · 8 months

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Picturing Ghost and Soap using one of those electric dog fences connected to a collar on reader.

They give her a chance to roam around outside, but only where they set up the fence's boundaries, not quite trusting her to not run away.

And poor reader doesn't know the collar is a special collar and tries to run as soon as they aren't looking, but gets a shocking surprise when she passes the fence's boundaries.

She yelps and drops, rolling a bit as she paws at the collar, and when she settles, Simon and Johnny are standing above her, tsking in disapproval and disappointment.

"Looks like we have to punish you again, pet."

HEY. HEY YOU. GET BACK HERE.

prefacing this with idk shit about electricity. please do not send me asks about healing from the injury this scenario would cause irl because i do not know how to answer it. we're holding hands and playing pretend ok?

you hadn't really believed it when they'd offered time outside - alone - as a reward for recent good behavior. the last time you'd ask for alone time as a reward they'd both gotten weird about it, johnny somehow even clingier than usual for like a week and simon being weirdly touchy.

so this... time to be in the backyard, without them??? holy shit. it's like a dream come true.

they don't take the stupid fucking collar off, the one that's heavy enough for you to never forget it's there, the one that will not break no matter how hard you tug and pull when they lock it onto a bolt in the floor. you hate the thing, but they're obsessed with it.

you still don't quite believe it when they wander back inside. the windows are closed, you can see the blinds and curtains are both shut... there's no way they're actually letting you stay out here alone, right?

you test the waters a little. duck to the side of the house out of view of the windows, just in case they're peeking and you just can't tell. nothing. you walk the perimeter of the fence, all the way around, and nothing. you stand at the gate. nothing. you open the gate. nothing.

the hope that swells in your chest is something you couldn't push down even if you wanted.

past the gate is... a forest. a sparse one, really just a few trees, but certainly no houses.

you stand there in the open for a second, unable to believe it. there's no movement at the house - not the door, not the windows.

you know it's got to be too good to be true. but you can't not take the risk.

so you take a deep breath, turn around, and take off at a run.

and fall to the ground almost immediatley.

the shock doesn't register for a moment. your vision is blacked out, and even when it comes back there's large parts of it that just dark. your hands and knees hurt, you mouth is filled with blood and your tongue feels swollen, your face is soaked with tears, your limbs numb.

everything hurts, and you're terrified.

it takes another few moments for you to hear the voices around you. some distant part of you knows they belong to simon and johnny, but the part of you still focused on your hurts doesn't catch that.

"you were doing so well, bonnie."

"hm."

"why do you keep doin' this? huh? we don't want too punish you lass. you just can't stop breaking the rules, can ye?"

"it'll be thirty with the belt for this."

"really? that many?"

"she was warned, johnny."

"i know, but..."

"no buts. she knew. she ran anyways. how else will we teach her if we don't stick to our promises?"

"ok, ok, you're right. i know. i just hate having to watch her get so scared, you know?"

"hm. i know. but she's learning. she'll understand eventually."

"wish she understood now."

"me too, puppy."

#asks and answers #bo writes #dlmliyh

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weird-an · 1 year

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Mrs. Richardson is one of these teachers that stare at Billy with a thoughtful look and ask him to stay after class to talk about his potential.

Billy brings home straight As, because failure gets punished with a belt and a tirade of insults Billy sometimes dreams about. Mrs. Richardson already sees him at an Ivy League school, ignoring how he owns like four shirts and fixed her husband's car at the garage just last week.

"What do you wanna do when you're 30?" She asks him. "If you could do anything with your life?"

Billy blinks. He doesn't think, he'll make it to 30. But he can't tell her that or she'll dig deeper and who knows what sad excuse of a town Neil finds - that might be worse than Hawkins.

"An apartment and a job that pays enough." is what he settles for.

She frowns at him. "What kind of job?"

"Whatever." Billy shrugs and he knows he should make up a stupid lie about how he's interested in tech or whatever shit, but he can't. He turns fucking 18 tomorrow and he won't get out of here, because Neil takes his paycheck whenever Billy gets it.

"I like working at the garage," he offers carefully.

She sighs. "I think you could go to college."

She hands him a bunch of flyers Billy throw away at home and starts a whole monologue about scholarships for kids that aren't well off. Billy chews on his bubble gum and pretends to listen while wondering if he should hide his next paycheck in a can of pringles.

After a few minutes, he's dismissed with a "Think about it! You're a really good student."

Harrington leans against the lockers, obviously waiting for him and stares at him with his big brown eyes reminding Billy of toffee. Billy isn't in the mood to fool around today. But he's kinda scared that Harrington will lose interest as soon as a busty girl hits on him, so he can't really afford to leave it be. Billy gives him a tiny nod. Their ... well, not so secret sign, but no one is around to see it anyways.

They drive to the quarry separately, like they always do when Harrington's parents are at home and they have to swap his waterbed against the backseat of their cars.

Billy is faster. Because Harrington is a pussy and sticks to the speed limit. Billy's halfway through his cigarette when Harrington slides on the passenger's seat next to him.

"What did Mrs. Richardson want from you?" He sounds genuinely interested. Harrington is good in getting what he wants. Tells Billy he's hot and good in bed to keep him in mood. Gives compliments without sounding dishonest. Billy eats it all up. Sweetener that tastes like sugar.

"She asked me what I wanna do when I'm 30." Billy watches the faint orange glint of his dying cigarette.

"And what do you want?" Harrington's gaze presses Billy a bit harder down in his seat.

Billy opens his mouth to tell Harrington the same stuff he told her, but instead he hears himself say "To not be dead and maybe even fucking happy."

Well. There goes the chance of getting fucked until he forgets about birthdays of any kind.

Harrington's hand is a bit cold against his own. His thumb presses against Billy's wrist.

"I'll never get out of here," Billy chokes out and the ash from his cig falls on his jeans. "He's... he's going to fucking kill me."

It's so overwhelming. It's like the end is already written and no matter what book Billy grabs, it's always the same shit on the pages.

One day Neil will get too drunk and Billy will die. One day Neil will get his gun and Billy will die. One day Neil won't do anything and Billy will die.

Billy doesn't want to die. He wants to fucking live and he can't. Not here in fucking Indiana.

"I'm moving out," Harrington says slowly. "Next month."

Billy blinks the tears away and wonders what the fuck Harrington is talking about.

"There's only one bed...," Harrington's voice is unsure, like he's afraid of... Billy's answer? "You would be welcome any time."

Billy stares at Steve and sees the same tears Billy tries not to cry in his eyes. What the fuck is Harrington on about?

"I want you to be fucking happy, too." Steve rubs his nose. "I... could get a second key."

"What about ... if you're like... hanging out with a chick?" Billy asks, surprised that he only sounds half as strangled as he feels.

Steve laughs wetly. "You're the only one I'm seeing."

Billy flicks the cigarette out of the window. He's only doing what all his instincts tell him to do. He cups Steve's face and his heart beats way too fast.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Harrington." He wouldn't survive that. To be offered a… way out and its all turning out to be a joke.

"It's Steve," Steve corrects and buries his hand in Billy's hair.

He isn't sure who is kissing who first, but they are kissing and crying and sobbing all at once.

"So will you come over?" Steve asks, a bit breathless.

"Until you kick me out," Billy says.

Maybe Billy will turn 30. Maybe he's got a real chance - a chance that walked into his life dressed like a preppy asshole, but Billy never had a good taste in men.

@harringroveweek

#harringrove #oh and the pringles one oops #prompt: 30 years old - but I twisted it brutally #harringroveweek #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #tw child abuse

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ellieluvr420 · 3 months

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We meet again, Darling pt.7 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

SMUT... like fr this time. MDNI!!!! pls and thanks x

The energy in the car between you and Abby is so hot you expect the windows to start steaming up. As you pull up to your apartment building you slip Jeremy 200 and squeeze his shoulder. He's always been discreet and you're grateful to him for that. You hadn't noticed that Abby had already climbed out the car until she was opening the door for you and holding her hand out. You take it and waste no time dragging her inside the building. You nod at the security guy and he punches in his code that allows you to use the elevator. You swipe your key card on the fob and it opens for you. As you walk inside the elevator you turn to Abby.

"See, this is good security."

"Shut up." She grabs your face and walks you backwards until your back hits the wall of the elevator and she presses herself impossibly closer to you. You both waste no time in pressing your lips together in a messy, hungry kiss as she grabs one of your thighs and wraps it around her waist. She runs her hand up it until she reaches the holster where your gun sits.

"Do you ever go anywhere without a weapon?" She whispers into your ear. You shiver as her breath tickles and her raspy voice sends a thumping heartbeat straight to your core. You reach round her waist and put a hand firmly on her holster that sits at the back of her belt and pull on it once.

"Do you?" You pull her further into you and start kissing her neck, leaving faint bruises in your trail. She groans as the elevator reaches your floor and the doors open directly into your penthouse. Abby turns around and walks out completely in awe.

"You call this an apartment?" She scoffs and looks back at you with a face of disbelief.

"I suppose I was being modest." You giggle as you press your key card to the scanner by the elevator to lock the doors and send the elevator back to the ground floor. As you turn back to face Abby she's already crowding into your space and attacking your neck and jawline with kisses, giving you bruises to match her own. You pinch her side and she pulls away confused with dark eyes like a predator hunting its prey. "Business first, play later."

"You are such a tease."

"I know, follow me this won't take long." You walk Abby to your office and unlock the door by waving your wrist over the fob on the door. Abby wants to question what just happened but she doesn't want to waste any time. She needs you now. She'll question you on that later. "So, there are a series of packages within this one parcel, they're all numbered. All I need you to do is feed this information to your men when I tell you to. It's all phased and made to look like each catch leads you to the next. I know this gang and they'll turn on each other the second you threaten them with a harsh sentence which will help you out a lot. You got it?"

Abby has been standing behind looking over your shoulder as you explain pressing light kisses to your shoulder blades. "Mhmmm." She purrs.

You turn to face her and push her back by her chest. "Abby, this is serious, you got it?"

"Yes I got it. No one will ever found out what we did."

This makes you smile as you know she's talking about your plan but you can't help relating it to what you're both about to do too.

"Good girl. Come on let's go." You don't even stop to look back, you just grab her collar dragging her out of the office "Shut the door behind you."

"Yes boss." You know she's joking but you feel a twinge of excitement at the name. You drag her up the stairs and into your bedroom where you stop still facing away from her and slowly unzip your dress and let it fall to the group so your left in only your underwear and heels. Abby rushes up behind you and attacks your neck with kisses while one hand lightly chokes you as the other unstraps the holster of your gun. She places it on the arm chair next to her and squeezes your thigh hard. You crane your neck to face her and kiss her with a fervour. Her hand dances over your legs and palms your pussy as her middle finger rubs up and down your slit through your underwear.

"Aw you're so wet. Did I leave you feeling needy this morning?" At her comment you scoff and spin to face her. You rip her blazer down her arms and make quick work of removing her shirt too. You wrap your arms around her waist and kiss all over chest as you unclip her bra. As you pull away you drag the bra straps down her arms and throw it behind her. You start walking backwards as you grab onto her belt, pulling her with you. You push her down onto the bed and immediately climb on top of her. You feel her arms wrap around your waist and before she can flip you both over, you grab her arms and pin her wrists above her head. She could easily overpower you and you both know that but she stays where she is.

"Uh uh. It's my turn now." You keep her wrists pinned above her head as you kiss down her chest until you reach her right nipple. You look up at her through your eyelashes and suck it into your mouth as you play with the other. As you see her moan and her head fall back you bit down harshly and she yelps. You smile as a response to her scowl and pull on the pink bud just a little with your teeth. You start kissing the left nipple and then sucking it into your mouth as you flick the right. You pull away and blow on both of them and sit back pleased with yourself as you see her shiver. You press a chaste kiss to her lips, forehead, nose, both cheeks and her lips again. You pull away and smile. "Don't move a muscle."

You shuffle down her body, kissing every inch of her as you go. You settle yourself between her legs arching your back to give her a show. She groans at the sight of you and gasps when she feels you press a kiss to her heat through her pants.

"God these are getting in the way." You undo her belt, placing her holstered gun on the bedside table, and an idea flashes across your mind. You smirk at her and lean up, wrapping the belt around her wrists and securing it tightly.

"Wha- what are you doing?"

"Just making sure you stay right where I want you. Don't worry, I'll be nice." You grin at her as you start yanking down her trousers and briefs all in one go. You push her thighs apart and lick your lips when you see how wet she is. "You're dripping darling."

"Like you're not. I bet you're aching down there right now." At her back talk you scowl and stand up off the bed. You inch your panties down your thighs slowly and turn away from her as you bend over to pick them up. You straddle her once again and shove your balled up underwear into her mouth. She groans at the taste of you and you smile with satisfaction. "There! much better." You go back down to her pussy and wrap your arms around her strong thighs. You kiss and bite both thighs and kiss her clit sweetly. Without warning you suck it into your mouth while humming against her. You hear her muffled groans and feel her legs shake at the continued, overpowering stimulation. As you swirl your tongue around her clit you prod a middle finger at her entrance. You moan at how wet she is and slip your middle and ring finger inside. She gasps and then moans at the stretch. You search for the g-spot and smile when you find it and she rewards you with a muffled cry of pleasure. You massage that spot and keep sucking her bud until her legs are shaking and clamping around your head. She finishes with a guttural groan and as you feel her body go limp you gently pull you fingers out. You climb up her body once again and remove your panties from her mouth.

"Holy fuck."

"I know, you could be a porn star you know, you are hot." She looks unimpressed and you giggle. Then you take your ring finger into your mouth and moan at the taste of her. "One for me and... one for you" You press your middle finger at her lips and she takes it into her mouth while keeping intense eye contact. Your pussy throbs and you groan quietly.

"Take. This. Off." She points at the belt around her wrists with her eyes and you oblige. The second her wrists are free she grabs you by the waist and throws you down on the bed next to her, immediately climbing on top of you and pinning you down by your neck, firm but gently. "Hope you had your fun. It's my turn now."

You gulp at her sudden change in demeanour as her hand that's not pinning you down touches, squeezes, scratches any part of your body it can reach. She reaches her hand down and runs a finger up your slit before sucking the finger into her mouth. You groan. "God, please Abby, I need you."

"You want me that bad?" You nod your head vigorously and bite your lip.

"Awww, so desperate... Beg."

"Wha-"

"You heard me. Beg."

"Fuck's sake Please Abby, I'm begging you to touch me, please I need you so bad." You pull her down by the back of her neck until her lips are ghosting over yours. "Please fuck me." It seems that was good enough for her because she immediately straddles one of your thighs while pinning the other over her shoulder, kissing and biting your calf. She lifts your hips to slot the two of you together and starts rolling her hips into you.

"Oh fuck" Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you grab onto the covers below you. You feel like if you don't you'll float away and all you can think about is staying right where you are forever. She speeds up and grinds into you faster and it brings you back to reality. "Oh my god Abby- fuck- I'm so close please don't stop!"

As you feel yourself speeding towards your orgasm you notice Abby's legs shaking and her moans getting louder and more frequent. "Oh fuck... please cum with me." As the words leave your mouth you gasp and groan as she mirrors your actions. She slows and collapses on top of you, both of you completely spent. You scratch your nails up the expanse of her back, hard enough to leave a mark but not to bleed. She hisses and reaches behind her to pin your arms above your head. She leans down and you share a sweet but passionate kiss.

"You are gonna get me in so much trouble."

"We'll have fun doing it though." You smile wickedly at her and lay your head back. Abby keeps her eyes trained on you even when you are no longer looking at her. Her eyebrows knitted together as she contemplated what she had become, for a second she felt guilty but her thoughts were clouded by you, and the money and the power and she felt herself smile. She kissed your chest and laid her head down.

"Yeah, you're right."

psa: heyyy guysss, how we doing? I hope this makes up for the wordy chapters and theres gonna be a lot more drama in the acc plot coming up, but i hope whoever reads this enjoyeddd and i am loving writing these little notes ngl.

#abby anderson x fem!reader #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x you smut #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson tlou #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader

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xxsycamore · 9 months

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𝐍𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

↬ 👖 Napoleon has a little problem dressing up for a date in the 21st Century. Luckily, the mansion's residents are there to give him fashion advice, divided into team Sexy, team Defense, and team Cute.

Napoleon Bonaparte x MC, ft. all residents ( Leonardo, Mozart, Arthur, Isaac, Dazai, Comte, Sebastian, Jean, Theo, Vincent, Shakespeare) • rating: G • tags: Humor; Crack; Dress Up • wordcount: 1,797 • masterlist

a/n: An early celebration for Napoleon's upcoming birthday, with the prompt Napo Style from my Napoleon Birthday Celebration 2023 event! Enjoy the chaos!

Thanks to The Door at Comte's mansion being fixed and thus allowing a safe trip through the time and space continuum, newer and cooler dating spots are now available for the mansion's lovebirds, Napoleon and MC! How exciting is that? The latter is especially enthusiastic about strolling the streets of 21st-century Paris and showing off her lover…

The former is currently losing his mind.

Because there is an hour left until they step into the vortex of time-traveling, and Napoleon has no idea how people in the future dress for a date. At all.

"This is a problem." Napoleon muses out loud as he paces back and forth in the mansion's lounge room. Of course, he's not alone there, in this house you never get a moment of privacy no matter where you are. Currently he shares his air with… Leonardo, Mozart, Arthur, Isaac, Dazai, Comte, Sebastian, Jean, Theo, Vincent, Shakespeare… wait, why are all of them here?! Even Shakespeare? Could it be that his worries are so prominently written on his face that the residents' gossip-meter was able to track it, and now they're bursting with curiosity?!

"Everything alright, Naps?" Arthur tests the waters, taking a noisy sip from his coffee.

"Yeah, you can always tell us if you have problems with your dating life. That's what friends are for." Theo chimes in, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Problems with my dating life? No, it's just… I don't know how to dress up for the date. I thought that maybe I could just go with these clothes…?" Napoleon shrugs, fixing the lapels of his jacket.

"I strongly suggest you don't." Joins Mozart, closing the piano he was pretending to play as he listened in.

"Then what do I put on? MC will be ready in just a moment and she'll no doubt be stunning. Gods… Can any of you help me out?"

"We can."

"Alright old chap, come out whenever you're ready. Too bad that our team's idea is first and therefore it will put an early end to this fashion show." Arthur boasts confidently as he takes his place on the left along with his other team members, part of the Sexy team. As the curtain is dramatically swooshed to reveal Napoleon, the audience livens up in a cacophony of different murmurs…

Napoleon has no idea why the bunch targeted his favorite red curtain-- erm, cape, as the first thing to be removed from the outfit, but in a flash Napoleon sees it hanging from the staircase's railing and he understands. The small space behind the stairs becomes a makeshift changing booth… he does live with the smartest men in history after all. From there on, the smart ideas keep on coming as he steps behind the curtain and braces himself for accepting the various articles of clothing being handed to him to try on.

Napoleon poses awkwardly while trying to hide his attributes, the small cloth hiding his crouch area making it difficult as his pants have been reduced to just that, a loincloth that his trademark big belt holds together. His shirt too has suffered a massive reduction in length and now barely covers his chest, leaving his abs and stomach exposed, a similar thing done to his sleeves so the shirt now reminds more of a tank top of sorts. The golden epaulets from his jacket remain. His boots are untouched, at least. His look is completed with ruffled hair for a messier, sexier hairstyle.

"Ahem. As you may know, the 21st century is vastly different from our times in terms of dressing to impress… so to say, the meaning of that phrase is turned upside down!"

"Undress to impress!" With a finger in the air and a smile on his face, the most unlikely member of team Sexy, Vincent, hurries to add. Before Theo can collapse, Vincent backs up his (unbeknownst to him) scandalous vision with a little bit of his wisdom. "How nice that is, a world that celebrates the body instead of hiding it. Napoleon has a body that many would put on a canvas, and he should celebrate it!"

"Thank you, Vincent."

"Sebastian, why are YOU on this team?" Someone in the crowd asks.

Despite Arthur's confidence in winning this "competition", the other teams are more than eager to have their go in an attempt to beat his idea of modern fashion. After another round of handing stuff to the haphazardly changing behind the curtain Napoleon, a group of four residents get ready to present their idea.

With a perfect little nod, Sebastian says matter-of-factly, "Master Napoleon has a body that many would put on a canvas, and he should celebrate it."

With difficulty, a man in a knight's heavy full armor (that normally can be found in one of the hallways as a decoration) steps in front of the audience's eyes, who they can only assume is Napoleon, due to not a tad of his identity being visible underneath this "outfit".

As a leader of Team Defense, Jean turns to the audience to explain. "The modern world is filled with dangers we're unaware of. Napoleon should prioritize his safety," he eyes his teammate, Shakespeare, who is ready to take the word next: "As well as the safety of his beloved. Thus he clothes in steal and prepares a heavy blade, or a dozen; if the chance arises, he shall defeath all that's on his path, in the name of her!"

As Napoleon hears the signal, he demonstratively takes out a spear, a chain mace, a war hammer, a longsword…! The audience takes a step back.

"They're right. You never know what's out there. There might be cats." Theo nods approvingly, slapping Napoleon's armor as if to test its durability. The last member of team Defense, Mozart, is ready with his own argument.

"Everything there must be dirty. This will protect him from exposure."

Still, this can't end without the final third team showcasing their own unique idea of dressing up Napoleon. And besides, the mansion's daddy, Comte, being a leader of this team is enough to make everyone quiet down and pay attention.

It's a shockingly good argument.

"And finally, team Cute. Because you, my dears, are forgetting a key element of what our fashion show is about, and that is helping our Napoleon win his girl's heart all over again, in a different time, in a different world. We must look from the eyes of MC. And a lady like her, oh her heart surely sings at the sight of everything that can be called cute. She'll swoon and melt as she witnesses Napoleon embracing his inner adorableness; that is for sure!"

Without further ado, Napoleon steps forward, revealing his outfit that for some reason troubles his walking more than the armor from before… the reason might be the tight corset Comte put him in, one made for men nonetheless, but still making it hard for the soldier to act naturally wearing. Especially combined with those high-heeled boots! There's not a trace of any dark colors anywhere to be seen, from frilly innocent whites to sunny yellows to baby pinks, he's dolled up like a little prince from a fairytale. His hair which is the only color out of place, is densely covered in small hairclips, that are not exactly Comte's style, so there might be put there by…

"Napo-chan is so kawaii with the little hair accessories I put on him. I'm convinced MC won't resist kissing you all over."

"Why am I on this team?!" Laments Isaac, whose contribution is narrowed down to an apple he found laying around… surprisingly, posing with the apple does add cute points to Napoleon's look, as much as the physicist hates to admit. He's only on this team because he refused to join in the absurdity of the other two…

"They're right, Naps." Leonardo agrees with a hand on his chin. "I've heard cara-mia gush all over you being cute when you make a slip-up from your mister perfect persona. Be a little clumsier and clueless. She'll find it charming."

Napoleon hums and looks at the palms of his glove-clad hands, a little lost. "I'm, uhhh… not so sure what you mean."

"That's it, just like that."

"Okay, that's all, which team won?" Arthur asks impatiently, not very amused about the fact that his coffee mug is now empty.

"That's for Napoleon to decide. What do you think, Napoleon?"

Napoleon takes a look at all the faces lit up in expectation, and makes a "wait" gesture as he disappeared behind the curtain again. A few seconds later he is out, dressed in what appears to be an untouched replica of his original outfit, but almost hidden beneath various items that each of the teams can recognize as their own.

"You all joined forces to help me, so the answer can only be a combination of your efforts. With this, I'm confident about covering all bases necessary for a successful date with my Nunuche. Thank you."

"Spoken like a true leader!" Dazai cheers, instantly approving the idea.

The door swings open as MC walks in at a fast pace, hurrying to collect Napoleon's hand and take him away. She's dressed in a simple sundress and wearing her light pink bag over a shoulder with the little Mousette charm hanging from it.

"There you are Napoleon, we're going to be late for our date…! What are you wearing?"

Napoleon makes a troubled humming noise as he shakes off item after item, throwing them in different directions as they clatter against the floor and roll off somewhere. He's back in his day-to-day outfit.

"Nothing much. Nunuche, the truth is… you're stunning. I didn't want to disappoint you. I'm sorry but I couldn't find anything to dress up for our date."

"Oh? What are you talking about, we're going to get you dressed up right now! As soon as we step out of the door we'll go to my friend Mai's boutique and you can have a full Comtherapy!"

"…I…What's a Comtherapy?"

"A Comte-therapy! A shopping therapy, dummy! He even gave me money to dress you up this morning! Thank you, daddy Comte!"

"You're welcome, ma cherie."

"COMTE? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?" a bunch of voices speak up at the same time.

"Why, my dearest residents and I were having so much fun. Who am I to spoil it?"

Amidst the chaos, Napoleon and MC begin to laugh, their hands still intertwined because of MC's earlier attempt to sneak Napoleon out of the rowdy room. Napoleon smirks and takes the lead, leaving the residents to their wits.

"Come on, Nunuche. Let's go on our date."

MC swoons and gawks, following right after.

"Gods Napoleon, you're so charming!"

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archangeldyke-all · 5 months

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gym crush Vika?? 👀👀

i can imagine her doing certain workouts to impress a pretty girl who has been staring from afar

omg...... omg!!!

men and minors dni

you start coming to the gym when you buy a membership in early january as part of your new years resolution to work out once a day.

you keep coming to the gym to catch sight of her.

(what you don't know is that the first time she caught sight of you, she dropped a fifty pound weight on her toe. it's still healing.)

you don't know who she is. but every morning she's there, lifting weights or hitting a punching bag or stretching.

you keep your routine simple. sometimes the treadmill, sometimes a yoga class, just 30 minutes to get your heart rate up before you start your day. the woman clearly is there training for something. maybe she's an athlete or a body builder. or a model. you can't tell. all you know is that when you get there at 7 each morning, she's already sweaty and grunting, and by the time you leave at 7:30, she's typically moving onto the lifting part of her workout.

(what you don't know is that she's figured out what time you come in, and has been adjusting her schedule to make sure she's there for your entire workout every morning.)

she catches you staring sometimes. she'll just smile and laugh before returning to her workout.

(what you don't know is that she's laughing because her plan is working.)

sometimes you think you catch her staring at you.

once when you're in a deep squat, you hear a curse and a crash behind you. you look over your shoulder and catch the woman flailing around a shelf of weights that's just tipped over.

once when you're jogging with your t shirt off, and she walks right into the glass window beside the sliding glass door.

once may rolls around, and you've managed to keep your resolution to hit the gym every weekday for almost half the year, you decide that if you can make it to june, 6 months at the gym, you'll reward yourself by talking to the woman.

you don't get the chance.

on may 27th, you get to the gym as the woman is warming up to deadlift a pretty impressive amount of weights.

you know nothing about lifting, but you can tell by the plates her gym buddies are loading on either side of the bar that it's a lot.

as you roll out your yoga mat on the floor to stretch before your class, the woman is getting in her lifting stance. you take a moment to watch, just standing by your mat with your arms crossed over your chest eager to see if she can really lift something that heavy.

she plants her feet, chalks her hands and adjusts the wide belt around her waist.

then, she leans down, grabs the bar, and stands.

you giggle in awe and a bit of pride as the woman lifts the bar clean up over her head with a roar, her arms bulging, the veins in her neck and forehead popping, before she drops the bar and steps away with a grin.

you and the three or four other gym goers watching her erupt into cheers.

"375 pounds!" one of her spotters exclaims. she laughs and shakes her head in modesty and then her eyes meet yours.

she grins.

you smile and wave.

she approaches you.

there's sweat dripping down her brow, she's still flushed and huffing and fumbling with the belt around her waist, throwing it to the side to reveal her rock hard abs. you gulp.

"sevika." she says, reaching her hand out to introduce herself to you. you grin and shake it, giving her your name.

"i've seen you around." you admit to the woman. "it's all very... impressive." you say. she giggles.

"can i tell you a secret?" she asks. you nod up at her. "i've been showin' off a bit these last few months." she admits. you giggle.

"yeah?"

"yeah. kinda got a gym crush i wanna impress." she says. you smile.

"well, you show 'em that move and i'm sure you'll get a number." you say. she grins.

"that's what i was hoping." she says. just as you turn to start your class and shoot her a 'good luck' over your shoulder, she grabs your wrist. "so... can i get your number?" she asks. you short circuit.

"m-me?" you ask, flabbergasted. you'd just seen the woman deadlift the weight of a silver back gorilla, and she's asking you out? "i'm your gym crush?" you ask. she nods with a sweet little smile on her lips.

you aren't sure what comes over you. you've spoken to the woman all of three minutes and you don't know anything about her beside her name and the gym she goes to, but you've been crushing on her for months now, and she's the sexiest woman you've ever seen, and she's sweaty and smiling and asking for your number, so. you kiss her.

she doesn't seem to mind. she just smiles into it and wraps her arms around your waist.

when you pull away to her gym buddies wolf whistling, she flips them off over her shoulder. you giggle. "give me your phone." you say. she hands it over to you with a grin.

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ellieswrldd · 8 months

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college gf!vi hcs!

college girlfriend vi headcanons (sfw & nsfw below the cut!) a/n: did this with ellie a while ago and now my brain refuses to think of anything other than vi so...

sfw: ✧ college gf!vi who calls you the most ridiculous pet names she can think of just to tease you and catch you offguard "c'mon babycakes," "babycakes? who says that?!" ...but you know you secretly love her dumb nicknames for you ♡ (even when she calls you mamas.) ✧ college gf!vi who will always hug you from behind when she gets the chance ✧ college gf!vi who will walk with you with a thumb in the belt loop of your jeans in public she claims that it's just comfortable but in reality...she does it because it makes it easier to pull you into a kiss ✧ college gf!vi who steals your phone whenever you’re not looking to change your background from the cute picture of her you had to one of her making a silly face just to mess with you ✧ college gf!vi who will shamelessly start doodling on your arm in class if she's bored you'd look down to see what she's drawing and see horrible drawings of the two of you two kissing ✧ college gf!vi who will agree to study sessions in the library to keep you focused, but will stare at you the entire time, a small smirk on her lips as she fiddles with a pen ✧ college gf!vi who loves to sleep in sooo late and you literally have to spam her with texts and calls when you see she isn't in class five minutes early like you always tell her to be ✧ college gf!vi who would prefer to spend her friday nights in your dorm, but will accompany you to any party if you ask because she cannot sit still knowing you're partying alone nsfw:

✧ college gf!vi who will text you as soon as her roommate is out, begging you to come over and help her "relieve some stress" ✧ college gf!vi who is so loud in bed, whether she's the one giving you pleasure or the one receiving (because that girl is a switch at heart) vi is whimpering and moaning your name you worry that she'll bother the people in the dorms next door but they always seem too intimidated by her to say anything ✧ college gf!vi who is always desperate to fuck because both of your schedules are so busy with school and work that she can't control herself around you :( ✧ college gf!vi who will fuck you so hard in the bathroom of a frat house during a party because she's so ticked off by all the looks you're getting in your cute outfit imagine she's got you bent over the sink, facing the mirror while she pounds her strap into you, your slick dripping down your thighs as you near your third orgasm she's whispering incoherently in your ear, gripping so tightly on your hips you're sure there's going to be bruises of her fingers, all while some overplayed party song from the 2000s is blasting throughout the frat house "look at yourself, so fuckin' pretty-" she says in between low groans and directs your gaze to the mirror. "you're m-mine, all mine..." vi would mumble as she rests her head on your shoulder and when you whisper "all yours, vi" in between choked moans, well, she cums so hard she forgets where you are

✧ college gf!vi who offers to help you study for a test you've been stressing over for weeks and says that if you get the right answer, she'll reward you, but if you're wrong, she'll edge you until you have the term engraved in your memory ♡ "sorry, that's not the right answer.." she sighs looking up from the flashcard she was quizzing you with "w-what? i could've sworn that-" "well, it's not what you wrote, so," vi whispers as she runs a finger up your aching slit and tossed the flashcard to the floor you stuttered out a different answer and looked up at her with wide, teary eyes. "please, please let me cum, please..."

despite how much she wants to make you cum, she shakes her head. vi said she was here to help you study, and you got the answer wrong, you wouldn't be allowed to cum until you got it right. "i can't let you cum until you get it right, cupcake, guess again," she mutters and starts rubbing your needy clit again just to stop as soon as she sees you nearing your orgasm :(

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sayurichan200 · 4 months

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Back to my love

Pairing: gojo satoru x fem!reader

Warnings: violence,Traces of beating ,selfharming ,mafia,f!reader, Gojo is a mafia boss

Summary: If you were sold to your ex boyfriend after you were kidnapped by one of your father enemies

A girl in her mid-twenties was standing in a club with a group of girls like her with teary eyes. There

was only a thin piece of cloth covering her skin and many eagle eyes examining her body,Her hands were tied tightly with rope, resulting in bruises around her wrists, while there were fingers visible on her cheeks and a belt mark on her back, in addition to many other bruises that clearly showed the torture she had faced,She was not alone, there were many like her, but in fact, there was one thing that made her different from them. Their eyes showed fear, while her eyes showed anger and resentment.

Sometimes things don't go as planned, maybe that's why she was standing in that disgusting place,She learns that her father is looking for her, but she was arrested by one of her father's enemies to sell her to one of his clients, or we can say another mafia.

On the other side of the club...

There was a man wearing a tight black suit that fit his body perfectly, sitting like a king. His facial features were cold, showing no emotions. His dark, cold aura was capable of making the people around him tremble.

??: "I agree to the deal Mr.fushiguro"

Toji : "thank you Mr. Gojo" (Imagine that Toji is a respectable person Hhhhhh... sorry let's continue), He was about to leave but Toji stopped him.....

Toji : "I have a gift for you" He spoke while a disgusting smile appeared on his face. Soon their eyes fell on a small woman being dragged, and her face was covered by her hair, which made it difficult for Gojo to see her face, but his blood became boiling because of this behavior coming from Toji,It is true that he is a mafia boss , but that has never prevented him from respecting women. He is in love with one woman and is capable of killing millions for her. He could also kill himself for her, but she was not by his side.

He was about to scream at Toji, but he pulled her head up while holding her hair very tightly, causing her to hiss in pain,Yes, she was his lover and his soul. Her hands were tied and her eyes were closed because of the pain, but she did not allow herself to shed her tears. She also knew that no miracle would happen to save her. She wanted to accept her fate, but somewhere inside her there was hope for her survival. She was soon thrown to her knees, causing This led to her falling hard, leaving her knees bruis

Toji: "She's the daughter of your enemies. You can keep her. I'm sure she'll be good", His words made his blood boil and his eyes were red when he saw the way he treated her,Suddenly, she heard a sound. She looked to her side, only to find Toji on the ground, groaning in pain, holding his face. She was about to look up, but a coat hugged her body,His scent reached her nose, and it was not difficult for her to recognize who he was. It was him. Perhaps her mind was telling her a thousand times that her eyes never wanted to meet him, and she never wanted to see his face, but only her heart knew how much her eyes longed to see a small glimpse of him,Finally, her black eyes met his bright blue eyes, at the moment when she was helpless and knew that no miracle would happen and was willing to accept her fate. Her heart and mind still had hope of survival.

A while ago those eyes were angry, but now let's take that anger out of them. When he looked into her eyes, he would be lying if he said he never wanted to see her again. His eyes were always longing to see her, but not in this way " satoru" Her voice came out as a whisper and finally the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes were shed.

Gojo: " You have committed the worst sin of your life by touching my woman, Toji, and you will face worse things than hell" , he said in a very calm tone,The guards dragged him while Gojo approached her and knelt down to her level to slowly remove the handcuffs from her wrists while her tears did not stop, When he finally finished untying her, she pushed him hard, causing him to stumble...

Y/n: "How dare you show me your face again" I shouted at him but he didn't say anything and remained silent,He bent down slightly and put his hands under her legs and waist, then gently carried her in his arms " Put me down, I'm not going anywhere with you "

Gojo; " I didn't ask for your opinion ", She started hitting him hard, then slowly, until she got tired and her blows became light. She put her head on his chest and just started crying, which made his cold heart break, It didn't take long for her to fall asleep because she was tired because of their torture and because of him as well. Even though two years had passed, his arms never failed her in giving her comfort,She was in his lap, her head resting on his chest and his arms hugging her. He looked at her and saw her after two years had passed. He slowly touched her cheeks, where were the marks from the slaps and those bruised lips, to remember the past.

Two years ago...

It was past two o'clock at night, and the two were hugging each other and feeling each other's comfort and warmth, but she soon woke up because of her open appetite as usual " toru,toru,satoru" She shouted close to his ears, " Have you tried spicy ramen before?"

Gojo: "Please not again",He buried his face in his pillow because he knew that if he looked at her frowning face, he would definitely weaken like every time, y/n: "look at me",I spoke and he started pulling it, Gojo: "No, it's too late. Sleep now" He heard the sound of crying, so he widened his eyes and looked at her, but he showed signs of annoyance when he saw her laughing, and he fell into her trap.

Gojo: "sleep",He tried to look tough but he would never succeed in front of her,Y/n: "Pleeeeeease" Sigh and wake up "Okay let's go"

She jumped on him and he was quick enough to catch her and started planting kisses on his face. He carried her in his arms and headed towards the kitchen,He was cooking and she was hugging him from behind. He quickly finished cooking and placed a plate in front of her, and she did not waste even a second in eating it quickly.

Gojo: "Eat slowly, no one will take it from you",She finished her plate and looked at him y/n: "I love you a lot".

The worst day in her life came, the day she learned that their families were enemies, as Gojo was her father's biggest enemy and she was the daughter of his biggest enemy,Her eyes filled with tears, unable to bear the reality. She loved him with all her heart, and he did too, but as a daughter, she was in a position where she had to choose between love and family.

Y/n: "Don't show me your face again, Satoru . This is our last meeting" With a heart full of pain, she said those words as he stood in front of her, his face cold and featureless, Gojo: "Make sure we never meet again because next time I won't let you go"This was their last meeting and after that day they never met again.

Back to the present...

He carried her small body in his arms while she was still sleeping. He took her to his room to put her on the bed and brought first aid,He slowly took off the jacket she was wearing and turned her over onto her stomach to look at her back, which was full of marks from the beatings. His eyes darkened when he saw those marks, so he vowed hell for Toji , treated her bruises and sat next to her,He stared at her with longing, and it was clear in his eyes that he would never tire of seeing her "I won't leave you this time, my love".

The next morning, she woke up and found herself in a familiar room. She knew where she was and noticed that her bruises were bandaged , She headed downstairs to find Gojo there, y/n: "I want to go back to my home", Gojo: "You're not going anywhere" , He spoke in a cold voice.

Y/n: "Do you think you can stop me?",She was going to head towards the door, but he stopped her by grabbing her hand and she pushed him forcefully, making him stumble,This is what made the guards point their weapons at her.

Gojo: "Put down your weapons, if you get a scratch, I will cut off your heads" They quickly drew their weapons in fear. He put his hands around her knees and waist and took her in his arms, where she began to move in his grip.

Gojo: "They brought food to my room",He ordered the maids as he went upstairs,Y/n: "Put me down, let me go",She was screaming and he completely ignored her words.

He entered the room and placed her obscenely on the bed, but she was about to get up again. He quickly placed her hands above her head and brought his face closer to hers,She got lost in his eyes, which made her heartbeat rise as she saw him this close after years, but she soon remembered the reality.

Y/n: "Leave_...", Gojo: "Keep your pretty mouth shut if you don't want me to tie you up",His tone was serious, so I remained silent.

Gojo: "You can go after two days because your body is still weak"

Y/n: "but...",Her words were interrupted by the maid entering, Gojo: "Eat your food",She started eating because she was so hungry, but her hands were shaking because her wrists were injured, which Gojo noticed, of course,He went towards her and took a fork from her hands.

Y/n: "I can eat by myself", Gojo: "Open your mouth",He spoke quietly and she opened her mouth because she knew she could not win over him He was feeding her and she was looking at him. His actions spoke more than his words. Even though he was acting cold, his interest was still there. Her eyes became teary-eyed, but he did not say anything and left after he finished feeding her.

At night...

She was sleeping, but suddenly she woke up in fear when she heard the sound of thunder that she was afraid of. She was crying silently, covering her ears. Then she felt the other side of the bed coming down. She knew who it was, but she did not say anything because she wanted him next to her. She was trembling violently, but she felt an arm wrap around her waist. And he pulled her, and she did not resist because it was her safety zone. He placed her head on his bare chest to hear his heartbeat, which was calming her, and she wrapped her hands around his bare waist until she fell asleep again (Despite the passage of time, something never changes).

The next day...

She woke up and found herself wearing his shirt as usual. Suddenly her mind replayed the events of yesterday, so she raised her head to meet his face. She closed her eyes again, spending some time with him, but then she felt her tears falling.

Y/n: "I really miss you"...... , Gojo opened his eyes

Gojo: "Let's fight together"

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Don't forget to leave comments so I know if you liked the story ☺️

bye 🌹

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clownery-and-fuckery · 5 months

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TechPhee headcannons?? These are a bit random I just wanted to throw them out

- When Phee wants Tech to pay attention to her she'll give his belt a little tug and say "c'mere" before telling him what she wanted to

- When Tech wants Phee to pay attention to him he awkwardly stand over her and stare until she looks up and he'll immediately just go ":)" and launch into whatever it was he wanted before she can question how long he was standing over her for

- Tech will reach for her hand in large crowds so she can take them wherever while he reads his datapad and she's always careful to warn him when they're turning/going down a curb

- Phee taught Tech how to "negotiate" (read: straight gaslight) and the only time he's ever had to do it was one time when Phee and Wrecker wanted to go to the bar during a mission and Tech was bribed into letting them, the conversation with Hunter went a little like:

Hunter, over comm: Where's Phee and Wrecker?

Tech, answering: In position

Hunter: ...I'm literally standing where they're meant to be and they're not here

Tech: yes they are

Hunter: I- what?? No, they arent—

Tech: yes they are, you're in the wrong place

Echo and Crosshair dying in the background:

Hunter: Im-... what????

- Hunter killed them for that

- Phee's got a real taste for spicy stuff, and forgets others aren't so tolerant- Tech's got a crazy sweet tooth, and they once had their meals switched. There was chaos.

- while phee is technically supposed to be their pirate(liberator) negotiator, she tends to fly off the handle a lot, and Tech more often than not watches her threaten to burn a lot of places down before carrying her out of a gun fight

- (on one occasion he calmly let her go and watched her pull through on those threats after they told him to "keep her down")

- Tech's kisses are quick and short. He gives her little pecks while no one's looking and most of the time theyre aimed at her cheeks/forehead- he doesn't do a lot of PDA but he gets VERY affectionate while he's tired:))

- Phee is the OPPOSITE. She will kiss him everywhere anywhere she has no qualms and she LOVES kissing his lips and neck(it's easier to reach) and she ESPECIALLY loves pulling him down for a long kiss when she KNOWS her future brother-in-laws are already bitching about them

- while being insanely competitive(idk why, he literally never loses-) he still let's Phee win sabbacc sometimes, and always sits back and let's her brag and just ":) yay good job" while she calls him a BIG LOSER (he thinks he's secretly winning because she always smiles when she wins)

- Phee knows he lets her win

- they sing and dance while they do jobs together. Fixing the Marauder? Not without background music. Cleaning up after Wrecker and Omega's attempts at baking? Gotta have some ambiance turn the holo up. Even as far as a covert mission??? Phee catches Tech humming while he sets the charges and can't help but blow their cover laughing hysterically

- phee knows and hates hondo. she'd punch him for maybe a half credit.

- tech thinks he's delightfully charming :)

- the three of them get along fine until tech leaves the room. he can never guess why they always smile at him when he looks at them??

- phee(jokingly) asked hunter permission to marry tech at dinner, and got so offended when he said no, she decided to ask tech for REAL

- (he said yes btw)

I have like a MILLION more but I'll cut her there for now- PLEASE if you have more, add them!!!! Ok byeeee <3

#TECH IS SO :) AND :( CODED YOU DONT UNDERSTAND #I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM #theyre so perfect #i need a Phee for my tech #sw the bad batch #tbb tech #phee genoa #tech x phee #the sleepy headcannon is a half formed fic actually #i think im calling it “long nights”#and basically making a collection of sleepy time snuggles #about all of them #ok bye bye

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my-soupy-brain · 7 months

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Writing prompt idea: Ted finds reader's vibrator in their nightstand and is excited to use it on them? 🙈

Random smut on a Thursday? Sure. I love this idea. He'd know what it is, but more importantly, he'd wanna see how he can help you use it. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: Smut!

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You were due home from your work trip any time now, and Ted was putting the finishing touches on tidying your shared apartment. Folding blankets on the couch, fluffing pillows, making the bed, cleaning the kitchen.

He found a pair of your eyeglasses on the coffee table and went to slip them into your nightstand drawer where you keep them when...

What?

Staring back at him was a pink, rubberized stick.

He smiles to himself. He knows exactly what this is, and he gets a rush of desire through him. He picks it up in his hand and chews his bottom lip with a smirk.

I wonder if she'll let me...

Should I tell her I found it?

Maybe I wasn't supposed to...

He starts to panic a little, sitting on the bed and taking a breath.

He doesn't even hear you walk in the room, your bag's buckle clanging as it hits the floor.

"What'cha got there, darling?" you ask with a flirty tone. He looks up and sees you standing there, leaning in the doorframe. Your hair is a little messy from traveling, and your cheeks flushed from the walk to the flat.

He could eat you up.

"Uhhh..."

Ted looks down in his hand and slips the vibrator back in the nightstand.

"I was just puttin' your glasses away, tidying the house. I didn't mean to..."

You giggle and slip your coat off, leaving it on the floor as you saunter toward him, standing in front of him. His big doe eyes look up at you from the bed, and you wrap your arms around his neck and he hugs your torso, happy to have your warm body in his arms again.

"I don't mind, ya know. It's not a secret," you reassure him, carding your fingers through his soft brown hair.

He looks up at you and smiles.

"I was... I was gonna ask, uh..."

"If you could use it on me?"

Ted blushes immediately but nods. "Yeah, somethin' like that."

You move one leg to his right side, and the other to his left, sitting on his lap, straddling him.

"That's. the sexiest damn thing I think you've ever asked," you murmur, kissing his lips gently, his long arms coming around you and caressing your back as the kiss deepens.

"Yeah?" he asks curiously, and you nod, you lips just against his.

"Yeah."

Ted falls backward on the bed, your legs still straddling his lap and his hands roam up the back of your thighs and under your skirt. You unbutton your blouse and he watches with hazy eyes, seeing your bra revealed inch by inch before his greedy hands push it off your shoulders and toss it on the floor.

"You wanna...try it now?" you ask, kissing his ear, his cheek, his neck.

"Yeah, doll, I do..."

You move off his lap, and he happily and hastily unbuckles his belt and slides his khakis off his legs. He takes off his sweater, his polo, and his undershirt, making you laugh at all his little layers.

When you kneel on the bed to unzip your skirt, Ted crawls into the bed and covers your hands with his.

"Let me."

He unzips it slowly, peeling it down your thighs, leaving you in your lacy panties and matching bra.

"There's my girl," Ted whispers as his hands grab your hips, his lips meeting yours, gentle. His tongue slides against your mouth, and you open willingly, tugging the back of his hair a little, making him moan.

As you both lay down in bed, his hands travel your body, his lips against your neck, his mustache tickling your skin.

"Missed your touch," you murmur.

"Missed touchin' ya," he answers, smiling, his fingers trailing down your tummy, to your thighs and up the lacy fabric between them.

"Want me to try it," he asks gently, kissing your shoulder, his eyes dark with lust, reaching for the toy.

You nod and show him how to turn it on, and he smiles mischievously as he runs it between your legs. The soft buzz of the machine and his heavy breathing against you are enough to almost make you combust.

His long fingers loop into your panties to help you tug them off, and he kneels between your legs, his cock tenting his boxer briefs.

He moves the toy between your legs, gently pressing it against you and watching as your eyes close, your back arches, and a moan escapes your lips.

"Show me," he whispers, bringing your hand over his to set the rhythm.

Oh god, Ted is such a fucking swoon.

You show him what angle to use and what pace to go, and he is a quick learner.

When your thighs tremble and your hips start to buck, he knows he's on the right track. He leans over you, kissing your tummy, then over your breasts, your chest.

"That's it, sugar," he whispers. "That's it. I've got you."

Your eyes roll back and you see white, the orgasm ripping through you, making you moan and whimper, noises coming from your mouth that have him panting.

When you open your eyes, he's watching you closely.

"More?"

You take the toy, turn it off, and toss it off to the side.

"You."

You pull him toward you, pushing his boxer briefs down so he can slide into you, and when he does, you both sigh and moan.

He's already close to his limit. Watching you grab the duvet, and moan his name, and curse in pleasure...

He'll never forget what it looked like. What it sounded like.

"Oh fuck," he moans against your ear, his voice husky in his drawl. "Oh, baby..."

Your hips move with his and your fingernails lightly drag down his back and he loves - absolutely loves - when your hands get greedy.

He wants you to feel as good as you can, a proper welcome home, and he moves his fingers between your bodies, his thumb rubbing your sensitive clit and sending you over the edge again.

"Fuck, Ted!" you cry out, "Fuck yes..."

As your body clenches around him, he quickens his pace, and his hips stutter, moaning against your ear.

"Baby, baby...oh, God..." he murmurs, coming down from his high before laying on your chest.

He rolls to your side and keeps you near, wrapping the blankets around your bare bodies, snuggling you tight.

"I hope you're home for a while now, darlin'," he says, smiling.

You giggle and nod. "I am."

"Good. I wanna practice more with that..."

"Ted 2?"

He looks at you with wide eyes. "Ted 2?!"

"Yeah, I named it Ted 2. It can't replace you, it can only come in second."

He smiles and blushes, leaning into your lips.

"Well, me and my new assistant here wanna play some more now that you're home," he whispers as he kisses, making you moan.

"Mmm-hmm. Practice makes perfect, coach."

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OK, I just feel like this is how Ted would do it. But he'd also be very naughty and dirty-talky about it. I mean... oooof. Hell yeah to toys! And hell yeah to Ted using them on you! Great prompt, thanks friend!

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