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“SICKENINGLY SWEET” ⸻ SWEETGIRL HEADCANONS

PAIR. sweet!abby anderson x sweet!masc!reader

SYNOPSIS. you and your girlfriend abby love each other a lot; so much so that everybody around you seems to be sick of it your antics.

WARNINGS. mdni, suggestive content, smut, mentions of strap on use, dirty talk, sub!abby, masc pet names, majority is fluff.

you and abby are like two brick houses with bows on top; sturdy, solid, reliable… and constantly pressed forehead to forehead whispering, “i missed you,” like you weren’t just apart for twenty minutes.

the rest of the patrol unit? fed up. fully.

manny once walked in on you two giggling under a tarp during watch duty. “you guys are gonna get sniped because you can’t stop cuddling.”

abby just blinked up like, “then i die warm.”

you two are just a ridiculous pair of sweethearts. she loves doing things for you to show her affection, even if it’s… questionable. abby could make you a shitty sandwich and you’d eat it like it’s fine dining.

“wow baby, this is two pieces of bread and cheese still in the plastic,” you comment. in your mind you know it’s diabolical. how did she not see the plastic? it’s not wrapped THAT thin.

but the minute she shrugs and bats her pretty lashes telling you it’s “it’s made with love.”

the switch up is evident.

“then i love it,” you grin, taking a big bite and choking slightly. just imagine that one spongebob meme where squidwards two front teeth are tacking the most microscopic bite out of the krabby patty? literally you. she kisses your forehead as her atonement for whatever food poisoning you’ll probably wake up with. should’ve taken the cheese out the plastic man…

she’s obsessed with your hands. especially when they’re on her.

rough palms sliding up her sides under her tank top. the quiet way you press your lips to the back of her shoulder in the morning before she’s fully awake.

you’re both tough as hell but the softest with each other, and it’s undeniably cute (or so you like to think).

she’ll walk into the gym and immediately find you across the room, eyes lighting up like the sun just came back after a week of torrential rain.

“there’s my baby,” she’ll grin, jogging over to press a sweaty kiss to your temple.

and you? you melt like the tip of a lit candle from the hot wick.

“hi, beautiful,” you murmur like you’ve just seen her for the first time.

gross! manny’s groaning from across the room.

abby smells like sweat, gun oil, and eucalyptus, and you’re addicted.

you nuzzle her neck constantly, half the time forgetting where you are.

“babe,” she whispers during a briefing. “you’re gonna get us kicked out.”

“you smell good,” you mumble. “gonna live here.”

she shakes her head but lets you. always lets you.

you’re the type to kneel down just to tie her bootlaces without her asking.

she’s mid-conversation and suddenly you’re crouched, focused, tongue between your teeth.

“they were coming undone,” you say simply, double-knotting them with care.

abby stares like she’s gonna propose again, even though you already live in her bed.

“i’m gonna kiss you so hard you can’t walk,” she whispers.

“good. carry me.”

she doesn’t even care if you’re joking. she 100% would, can, and will carry you.

you hold her hand like it’s a god crafted bracelet created for you.

anywhere, anytime.

at dinner. in meetings. even when it makes it awkward to reload your gun.

she’ll try to shake you off like “you need both hands to function y’know.”

you just smile. “nah, i only need one. the other’s for holding you.”

she groans but doesn’t let go.

abby can get a bit jealous. she wants your sweetness all to herself like a greedy bee among a pasture of flowers in the spring.

one time she got jealous you carried someone else’s bag.

it’s just for five seconds. someone was limping and you were helping like the sweet girl you are. she says nothing, but the angelic eyes giving you a not-so-angel stare of death and daggers behind your back tells you all you need to know. you could practically feel her staring you down. in fact—the tension is loud.

later, she pins you to the wall in the shower. “next time i limp, you better carry me.”

you grin, “of course baby.”

she’s not even mad. she just wants to be babied by you. exclusively.

she’s secretly the clingier one, even if no one else sees it.

you leave for five minutes and come back to her pretending she didn’t look for you three times already because at this point it’s a animalistic instinct engraved in her brain (and heart).

“where were you?”

“washing my hands.”

“for that long?”

she always sits in your lap when she’s tired; strong arms slung around your neck, her whole weight just relaxing onto you like you’re her favorite chair.

she doesn’t ask. she just does.

you instinctively pull her close, nose pressed to the side of her head. “long day?”

she hums, “better now.”

and everyone in the room rolls their eyes so hard it echoes.

she gets extra clingy when you’re injured—a quiet, fretted clingy as if you’re slipping through her fingers like sand.

sits next to your cot, arms crossed, pretending not to hover like the helicopter lover she is.

“i’m fine, abby.”

“but you almost weren’t.”

you reach out, touch her hand. “you’d never let that happen.”

she doesn’t answer but instead just leans down and kisses your wrist.

she gets defensive when people tease you about being soft.

“aww, look at her, such a gentleman,” someone sneers.

abby turns immediately. “say that again and i’ll knock your teeth in for every time she opened a door for me.”

you’re behind her like she’s your knight in shining armor (a t-shirt with an unknown stain paired with faded jeans and boots being the armor in question). but hey, her sticking up for you is deeply appreciated and not to mention… kinda hot.

you’re both givers. which means every time ends up being a silent competition of who can make the other cum first.

abby pulls your shirt off with a reverence that makes your skin burn.

“you’re so good,” she murmurs against your throat, voice thick and honey-slow. “always so fucking good to me.”

you slide your fingers along her ribs and smile, breath shaky. “only for you.”

and it’s true. she could ask anything and you’d do it.

abby’s into how gentle you are, even when you’re fucking her.

“you don’t gotta be so sweet,” she pants, hand gripping your shoulder.

but you’re already kissing her cheek, whispering, “wanna be. wanna make it feel’so good.”

she could melt straight into the mattress. full-body shivers—her goosebumps feel like goose pothole. that’s your effect on her.

you lowkey have the filthiest mouth during sex, but it’s gentle. like, respectful filth.

abby’s whimpering underneath you, and you’re saying stuff like:

“taking me so well, sweetheart.”

“that’s it, baby. breathe through it.”

“y’re perfect like this, y’know that?”

and she’s clawing at your back unable to utter anything that remotely sounds like a letter in the alphabet.

you have to be sweet to your girl in the bedroom and just as she has her ways, you have yours. your strap game is respectful. devastating. ridiculous.

she once limped into the medbay the next day. nora asked what happened.

“squats,” she lied. her ass did not do squats.

meanwhile you were behind her in line, smug and beaming like the damn sun.

she’ll go down on you like she’s starving, but your praise? that’s what undoes her.

“that’s it, baby,” you whisper, hips trembling. “so good at this. just like that.”

she moans into you like she needs the approval to breathe.

you thread your fingers through her braid and gently tug, “my girl.”

she nearly loses it.

she calls you “handsome” in the dirtiest voice you’ve ever heard.

like when you’re pinning her against the wall and she’s pulling you in by the shirt.

“so good to me, huh? my handsome girl always knows how to ruin me…”

you’re not even sure if you blacked out or cummed from the praise alone.

abby’s obsessed with the way you take care of her after.

cool rag on her neck, soft kisses over bruises made by you and admittedly liked too much, wrapping her in your hoodie even though she’s the one who could lift you.

“why are you looking at me like that?” she asks sleepily.

“because you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever ruined.” oop-

she covers her face with her hands as her thighs rub together.

everyone’s sick of how in love you are.

they groan every time you call her “sweetheart” or whisper “you’re all i need” like it’s not the third time today.

but you don’t care. and neither does she.

you’d go soft and stupid for her a thousand times over, and over, and over again.

DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK. ©PRIMAVIVA.

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♡ The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn't a Guy At All ♡

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i think about Valeria’s back and shoulders way to much, i want to chew on her arms.

i <3 muscular women

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my type is whatever this is

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When I’m reading a good fanfiction, but then they call reader Sweet girl, innocent girl, baby girl

YOU ARE NOT MY DAD

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ik this is kinda similar to the arm smau but could you do asking for hand pics from jjk boys?

୨୧ ; “HAND PIC?”

SUMMARY ; asking the jjk boys for a hand pic !!

WARNINGS ; language, slightly suggestive ?? reader is referred to as "girlfriend", "ma'am", "my girl"

INCLUDES ; yuuji itadori. megumi fushiguro. toge inumaki. takuma ino. yuta okkotsu.

part one. part two.

JULIA SPEAKS ! ; i love this request tytytyty

୨୧ ; yuuji itadori

୨୧ ; megumi fushiguro

୨୧ ; toge inumaki

୨୧ ; takuma ino

୨୧ ; yuta okkotsu

divider creds ⟶ @/cafekitsune

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You have to kiss Aizawa the first time because he will simply not do it even after all the lingering touches and the unspoken words that hang heavy between you. It's rushed and feels oddly juvenile, the way you kiss him in the deserted teachers' lounge long after everyone has gone home. He's too tall for you, even whith his head dropped between his shoulders, so you raise yourself on your tip toes and end up pressing an awkward peck to the corner of his mouth, your lips grazing against his growing stubble.

You're mortified when Shota remains unmoving, his white-knuckled hold on a stack of exams the only giveaway of a fluster he otherwise conceals perfectly. You try to think of an excuse, a way to explain that your lovesick mind lured you into seeing things that weren't there, but before you can, Shota rumbles a deep "Again".

He's sheepish - it's barely there, but you see it in his fleeting gaze and how his usually rounded shoulders are now stiff. "Do it properly this time."

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sorry <3

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Jill Valentine

Resident Evil (2014)

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Jill <3

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me and nemesis are so alike we both want jill

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Jill wip bc she’s hot and I’m gay

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happy mothers day to my mom❤️

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I love Jill Valentine I wish lesbians were real

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Loser Jill who has to mentally hype herself up before talking to you like my girl is looking at herself in the mirror like “ok you have survived years of training, raccoon city and zombies ffs Jill, you can order a coffee from a woman who job is to make coffee” she still kinna stutters and accidentally gets her own order wrong. Loser Jill 4 life istg

you're onto something, hold on... loser Jill??? I can imagine it

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To any resident evil writers I BEG OF YOU TO PLEASE write more re1r Jill valentine x reader because I don’t care how outdated the model looks I THINK THAT SHE IS SO FINE IN RE1R. And she’s so silly too🙁🙁

While you’re at it maybe also write re5 Jill…..like after she’s recovered from the trauma n shit (unless…😈😈🙏🙏) cuz that blonde ponytail looked really good…😻😻

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jillybean repost