#lifeline+x+reader

[dontbethatguy20]

could you do some hcs for lifeline with an s/o who has adhd? it's ok if you don't want to do it! i just like to think that since she spent sm time with tavi she might know how to handle it well.

Lifeline with ADHD S/O

Sorry if it's inaccurate in any way. If it is inaccurate in any way, please tell me, and I will change it. Also,if you want me to add something, tell me as well. Also, sorry it's so short, but hopefully, you still enjoy it.

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In her life, she has quite a few people who have ADHD. Knowing those people, she learned and knows how to deal and help with it when they want it or desperately need it.

When it comes to you having trouble paying attention, she will try to make it more interesting. Say you're studying for a history test and you're having trouble studying because you can't keep your attention on it. She uses something you like to help. Like, say you are learning about WW2, and you're really interested in dinosaurs.

If you're forgetful, she'll personally remember, or she'll find a way to get you to remember it.

If you get distracted well out and about, she'll usually let you be distracted. Only if you both are doing something important will she try to get your attention off it.

She'll also buy you fidget toys if you fidget, and even if you don't, she'll still buy it, so maybe you could focus on it

[fawnindawn]

loser! Luke Castellan who has a pathetic crush on you.

loser! Luke Castellan who follows you around camp like a lost puppy, under the guise of having nothing to do and wanting to help you out with your tasks (as if he wasn’t knee deep in camp counsellor responsibilities).

loser! Luke Castellan who gets distracted during sword fight practice because he so happened to hear the ghost of your laughter echoing through the meadows, rendering his heart to a stutter.

loser! Luke Castellan who brings by leftovers from his table to you when you’re stuck in the infirmary if it meant having some alone time with you, not giving a fuck about offerings to the gods when any moment spent with you meant worlds more.

loser! Luke Castellan who very intentionally shows off whenever you’re around with some fancy combat trick or the stretch of his arms, showing off his toned muscles in the hopes that you were watching him.

loser! Luke Castellan who hopelessly longs for you with pining stares obvious to everyone but him, eyes like magnets to your presence, catching you across the room or the battlefield.

loser! Luke Castellan who gets so jealous when he sees you laughing too closely with some other guy at the bonfire, and foolishly stalks over to interrupt the conversation without thinking of a proper excuse.

“Hey, Luke! What’s up?” You call warmly to him, making his heart spasm in his chest at the sound of his name leaving your lips.

“I need your help with.. something.” He stumbles through his words with a wince. “It’s urgent.”

loser! Luke Castellan who feels relief and mind-numbing euphoria settling in his chest when you wordlessly agree without question, choosing him instead. An apologetic smile crosses your face as you bid goodbye to whatever jerk you were talking to before following in Luke’s footsteps.

loser! Luke Castellan who can’t resist the urge to toss the quickest smirk to the kid who was hogging your attention, before it disappears like it was never there.

loser! Luke Castellan who drags you over to a quiet space in camp before admitting quietly to you that he didn’t actually have a reason for dragging you away.

loser! Luke Castellan who tries to pour out his heart to you, hands shaking and heart racing as he tries to form the words that could encapsulate the intensity of his feelings, growing frustrated when his brain keeps freezing when looking at you. The moonlight is casting an ethereal glow over your face, and he goes minutes without speaking in hopeless admiration before realising you're waiting for him to continue.

loser! Luke Castellan who’s on the verge of passing away from the embarrassment before you stop him with a grin so bright his mind stops working over the disbelief that he was the reason for that pretty smile.

loser! Luke Castellan who sees stars when you pull him in for a kiss, and holds onto you like you’re his lifeline.

loser! Luke Castellan who mutters sweet promises into your ear as he pulls you in closer, embracing you so close to his racing heart, in hopes that you would never let go of him.

loser! Luke Castellan who is so completely in love with you he can’t bear the thought of existing in a world without you.

[tra1nchi]

SO SINCE THIS IS A PRETTY FREAKY BLOG THOUGHT I MIGHT ADD TO IT SINCE THIS IDEA HAS BEEN IN MY MIND LATELY 🌚 BEAR WITH ME

SO FTM! READER WITH THE ALIENS THAT INVADED YOUR SHIP FUCKING U 24/7 AND NOT WANTING TO REPLACE YOU BLAH BLAH BLAH....BUT ONE DAY AS THEYRE FUCKING YOU THEYRE WONDERING WHAT THIS STRANGE LUQID THAT JUST CAME OUT OF YOU IS AS YOU SQUIRT OVER THEIR ALIEN COCKS >_<!! ALSO THE ALIENS THINKING THE BINDER YOURE WEARING IS LIKE ATTACHED TO YOU ONLY FOR IT TO GO LOOSE AND FOR ONE OF THEM TO REMOVE IT AND BOOM TWO BOUNCY STRESS BALLS :0 LIKE A MYSTERY BOX !!!

okay this probably the freakiest thing I ever written or thought of 😞 my bad pookie ITS 100% OKAY IF YOU DONT WANNA DO THIS IM JS RAMBLING YK THOUGHT IT MIGHT MAKE A GOOD FIC, TYY HAVE A GOOD DAY :) ♡

MINORS DNI!! Bttm ftm reader,, threesome aliens,,reader has bewbs,,an3l,,

You've lost track of time since your ship had been taken over by the monstrous creatures,,they weren't aggressive and had no interest in killing your crewmates but rather claiming you as their own,,

Your crewmates betrayed you,,making a deal with the aliens to let their ship go free while they take you on their own,,claiming you as they're sweet human pet,,which soon led them wanting or rather needing to mate with you,,you seemed like the perfect vessel for their spawn!!

Fucking you for the first time was exhilarating for them,,one of their long slimy dicks deep inside of your ass,,while another's claws runs curiously around your body,, it's hands slipping down to investigate your wettening boypussy,,

The one who was fucking you from behind assumed that the binder that was hungging your chest tightly was some kind of armour protection for your species,,they weren't the smartest of species and they couldn't figure out the shiny metal clips came apart!!

It had been hours since they started fucking you,, a soft whimper could be heard from the alien when he feels you grow even wetter,,the sex was growing even more intense that you could barely handle it,,a shiver runs down your spin as you feel your binder come loose,,

The alien seems surprised and almost concerned thinking you were injured until his clawed hands opened the binder all the way!! His eyes widening as it reveals squishy mounds from your chest,,curiously moving to squeeze then which seem to only spur the two aliens on!!!

[livingslime]

Alright so we all love Dr. Anselm LITERALLY JUST FAX 💕💕🙏🏾 BUT what about you? Tell us more about yourself! Like what sorta games you wanna make--stuff like that! Obviously if you're comfortable of course! _(^^;)ゞ

HAII MAII POOKIEE (灬♥ω♥灬) sorry ur asks took awhile to get to SOBSS.

HMMM I guess it's no secret I love otomes/dating sims in general! Like idk I just love 2D men 😭😭💗💗 I feel so happy seeing others share the same enthusiasm. I just feel like, FINALLYY MYY PEOPLEEE 😏😏😫💓

I am interested in having a character that's the opposite of Anselm's personality? like a brat with no morals? black cat personality? HAHA

I always found those sorta characters intriguing, one side of me wants to punch them in the face but they're usually so charismatic (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

But right now my focus would be on prescription:LOVE waha!

[peachetteprice]

Unfortunately, I may be slightly obsessed with the idea of a sleepy Scottish town nigh in the middle of nowhere, frequented almost exclusively by locals, hikers, sight-seers, and one nostalgia-driven, obscenely-chatty Johnny MacTavish, who never ceases to hit on you as you work behind the bar, giving him a rare laugh or a bloated compliment if he seems down on his luck.

He asks for the same drink whenever he's in town – which is sporadic and unpredictable at best – the largest pint of beer, filled by your hands only, and always overpays for it if it means putting an extra couple of quid in your pocket. When he leaves, he gives the pub-owner, Steve-o, a pat on the back, a healthy jab in the ribs and a cheeky grin – Steve-o says they go 'way back', though you don't think Johnny is quite old enough for that to be entirely true – before walking home in just a short-sleeved blue shirt and jeans, as he does every night, no matter the weather (rain, snow, ice, hail, thunderstorm, even the occasional bout of evening sunshine) even if you offer him a ride home when you're finished with your shift, even if he declines it the first two times.

You have to practically beg to drive him home when the river running through the village reaches breaking point, bursting its banks at sun-down and threatening to take the whole town with it, because you're sure it won't stop at a 6'2, 210 lb hunk of human flesh, even if he asserts he's 'sturdy enough' to outlast the flooding.

You have no idea how badly I want to make this a series... and I may or may not have begun a chapter... obsessed with small-town love with a man who never tells you whether he's staying or leaving.

| Masterlist |

[ibiggiecheese]

This is an INCREDIBLY old draft that I found in my google docs 😭😭 thought i’d share it here😔😔 Anything revenant related im an immediate dog for🙏🙏

Warnings; a lil NSFW, reader has female anatomy, (im not sure if i referred to the reader as she/her)

Breathy moans could be heard around the voyage ship echoing from wall to wall due to how silent it was.

Almost all the legends were out at some bar in the outlands playing pool, celebrating and drinking. The few other legends decided to stay back at the dropship and enjoy their free time alone.

You were one of the many legends who did decide to go out and celebrate the performances of your fellow peers. Mirage had invited you to go with them stating how a ‘breath of fresh air is good for the brain’ you weren't doubting it was, it just sounded bizarre coming out of his mouth. He had also whispered to let Revenant know about the invitation, seeing how you weren’t scared of talking to the synthetic nightmare considering you had a decent friendship with him.

You’d dressed in a silky black dress exposing your back. The other legends dress in their own formal ways. Valkyrie wearing a suit, Loba a beautiful red dress, and so on.

You touched up your makeup a bit as you awaited the other legends to meet up at Mirage’s ship. You were so concentrated on your plush lips that you hadn’t seen the dark figure which silently entered. You squeaked when you felt cold metal fingers touching your bare shoulder. You were more concerned about the fact that your lips had a red smudge.

“Revenant you made me mess up !” You said as you turned around only to find a tall simulacrum wearing a black hood along with a black suit and a red tie. To say you were stunned was an understatement, you’d grown so accustomed to seeing his regular red robotic body that you never thought about the fact that he might actually be able to wear ACTUAL clothes.

He let out a raspy chuckle as he leaned down, his cold metal fingers softly rubbing the spot your lipstick stained.

“Nothing you can’t fix” He said as he stood up and walked out of the room. You were still in shock at the fact that he was wearing a suit. The noise of the other legends arriving quickly snapped you back to reality.

The small party was entertaining nonetheless but whenever you weren’t conversing with Loba and Valkyrie you’d find your eyes straying to Revenant's bright golden eyes only for his to already be staring back from across the room, he’d been sitting with Path, bloodhound, Octane and Mirage. But he couldn’t careless about what they talked about, only letting out hums of approval whenever they tried to talk to him.

His main focus was on you.

Revenant stood up without saying a word and left the bar, you knew what he was doing and you hated it, all it took was fifteen minutes and there you are following him like a puppy.

You never knew seeing Revenant in a suit would drive you crazy. Which is exactly how you got into this predicament.

Your clothed cunt grinding against Revenants thigh on the main couch of the voyage ship. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, his arms were just laying on the top of the cushions, letting you do all the work.

“F-fuck…” You whispered as you grinded like an animal in heat. Your heels were long off as you concentrated on reaching your climax. Your face hidden on the side of his neck. You whimpered as you felt the electricity-like sensation go across your body as you hit a certain spot.

Revenant would never admit it, but seeing you in that silky black dress did things to him. But he hated how the rest looked at you, Loba slyly flirting with you, and Octane repeatedly looking back at you. He knew you two were just ‘friends’ but that didn’t stop him from treating you like you were his.

You felt tears well up at your eyes, small moans being released as you started to grind against his a thigh a little faster.

“Fuck Rev, making me do all the work h-huh” Your voice broke up a bit as you felt Revenant leg jolt up hitting just the right spot on your soaking cunt.

“Oh shit” You moaned, you felt Revenants long metal fingers run through your hair, his other hand snaking down toward your pussy.

“Shhh don’t want anyone hearing us now do we?” He said as his thumb started to rub your clit in tiny circles. You gasped at the feeling

[vasito-de-leche]

a little prompt, if you don’t mind

what about mercenary!reader and symbiote!Pavia? it’s just Pavia’s ult/wolves kinda remind me of Venom and i think it would be fun to imagine him being something like Venom

;R1999 PAVIA - "under your skin"

Symbiote!Pavia x Mercenary!Reader 2.5k words body horror What you and Pavia have is nothing more than transactional—you need him to make a living, and he needs you alive to ensure a comfortable life. It's taken some time to get used to these changes, to share everything you have with him for the sake of convenience: your home, your food, your job. And most importantly, your body. Perfect symbiosis, or dysfunctional parasitism? You've yet to figure out where you two stand. One thing is clear, though; he's the best at getting under your skin.

i just want you to know that this prompt speaks to MY SOUL bc i love venom and pavia so fucking much. you dont understand how hard i think about the concept of a symbiotic relationship between symbiote and host. so I went extremely self-indulgent with this one <3

as usual, this is written to be read as platonic or romantic, whatever floats your boat!

Bang!

A clean kill.

The only reason you watch as the body drops to the ground is out of respect for the work you do, nothing else. You've done this a dozen times, and you will do it a dozen more -- the gun in your hand has become a reliable friend rather than a tool for mindless murder, its familiar weight a fleeting comfort in the tedious routine. A shame it came from the most annoying person you know.

Screaming ensues as everyone surrounding your target runs around in panic. You remain, eyes locked on the target. When someone moves their body, attempting to cradle that lifeless corpse, you see it; a bullet right between their eyebrows, the perfect shot.

You feel a tug, but it comes from within your chest cavity. Something squirms inside you, pulling you back, and you understand this as your cue to slide back into the shadows. It begins with a single step backwards, then another, until you feel the texture under your shoes shift -- what was once solid ground is now a dark, velvety mass, floating upwards and fading away like smoke. It licks at your ankles, providing an initially cold sensation that permeates your clothes, and then it continues upwards to your calves, your knees, your thighs. The gun slowly dissolves into slime, taking the shape of what you assume to be a hand, horrible and sticky fingers intertwined with yours, pulling you downwards.

By then, you feel that burning sensation, and then you're dragged into the abyss.

"That was a lousy shot."

A voice echoes in your mind, it is not your own. It feels like a thousand ants marching alongside your cranium. Or rather, what you assume to be your cranium -- in this current state, you can't separate yourself from the embrace of the void. The voice might as well reverberate all around you.

You scoff and insist. No, it was a perfect shot.

"Perfect my ass. You were off by 2 centimeters," the biting remark makes you clench your jaw. You don't reply. The voice does the same, it remains still, only a semblance of white noise, but you understand its silence as a smug victory.

Suddenly, vertigo takes hold of you. It only happens for a split second, always unannounced, but you know better than to brace yourself. Doing so, as you've learned, would only make you nauseous, dizzy and weak -- instead, you let go and the shadows gently coax you back into the light before dissipating in the air.

You find yourself in front of your apartment door, an odd and anticlimactic way of ending a productive day. What, no snack run today?

"Not feeling it today. So you either open the door on your own, or I'll do it myself. Get a move on."

Some of these threats tend to hold more water than others, but more often than not, they're just empty words and loud, useless barking. And so you've learned to ignore them all -- however, you feel a faint prodding inside your back pocket, like a tentacle in search of something. Right, your keys. The roll of your eyes and the slowness in your movements are the only means of rebellion you have against this annoying entity in your head, it continues to breathe down your neck, impatient as ever, until the door opens and you step into your safe haven.

"Finally! Guess there's some activity in that brain dead head of yours."

You're forced to make a bee-line for the kitchen and the fridge, puppeteered by a force much more stronger, much more ancient than every insignificant emotion you've ever felt: the damn parasite inside of you is hungry.

As you both scan the leftovers -- your leech of a roommate seeing through your eyes, smelling through your nose -- the voice returns, this time in a more playful tone, less grating than before.

"Scusi, what's with the silent treatment today?" You bite the inside of your cheek and it laughs at you. "Don't tell me, wolf got your tongue? Are you mad that I saw right through your poor, shitty technique?"

A suffocating presence crawls inside you, starting from somewhere below your rib cage and making its way upwards through your esophagus and trachea, shifting until you feel the prodding of cold, slimy fingers in your mouth. They are tasteless and you can still breathe, your body not even bothering to perceive this as an obstruction or an intruding force that must be coughed and spat out. They are careless in their movements, pinching the tip of your tongue and pushing against your clenched teeth in an attempt to get you to open up.

And the worst part is that this is nothing but a mocking gesture, you've come to understand this over the years. To you, this is no different than someone poking at your sides, childishly asking for your attention. You obediently open, enough for a single digit to slip out, one you recognize as the middle finger. It presses down on your lower lip.

And then you bite down, hard.

It dissipates instantly, it is absorbed back into your body through every inch of skin it makes contact with. There is a new sound in the back of your mind, one you weren't quite expecting. Your parasite laughs, amused, no trace of that usual condescending tone.

"Good, you still know how to use that petty mouth of yours. I don't have to worry about teaching you how to chew down your food."

This makes you stand up straight, turning your head and glaring at an empty space, where you assume this presence would manifest if it chose to stop taking residence in your body, "I'm not eating while you're still in there. If you want dinner, then get out."

There is a beat, a momentary silence. You don't give the parasite any time to bargain, "I'm serious. Use your own damn mouth if you're so hungry. I already have to do everything on my own, I'm not going to start spoon feeding you, too!"

The reply comes out faster than you expected.

"Fine."

For a moment, your vision doubles and your body feels like it's being painlessly torn apart. For a moment, you have two sets of eyes, two sets of arms, two sets of legs and two minds. You are both yourself and him, simultaneously. It is like someone is cutting your soul in half, shoving each part into two different bodies.

It is over in the blink of an eye, and there is a presence looming behind you, made from the same material that took you here, the same material that often travels in your veins and every other crevice, nook and cranny available between your organs and bones. The lights of your apartment flicker, and you take notice of his shadow cast over you.

His predatory gaze burns holes in the back of your head, and in the stillness of it all, you hear his steps, the sound his leather pants and the shifting of his shirt fabric as he steps closer -- until you feel his chest against your back. An arm slides into view, closing the door to the fridge and resting there, preventing you from escaping. It is decorated with all the useless, silver jewelry he's taken from your targets, a hand covered with tattoos you've often traced with your very own fingers in the past.

Oddly enough, you do not feel like prey. Not anymore. Your instinct tells you that you should, but truth be told, you could not care less. Especially when you feel his chin dig into the top of your head, his weight pressing lazily on you.

"…But in exchange, I'm cooking tonight. You got 10 seconds to get outta here." He shifts, and his cheek nuzzles into you as he yawns, like he's ready to move on from this conversation.

"Huh?" You slide from under him, finally looking at the parasite concealing as a man -- one you recognize as the bane of your existence, Pavia. "Uh, like hell I'm trusting you with the food! I've seen the stuff you put on your pizza."

"Like you're one to talk! You add too much salt to everything you make. If you wanted to ruin your liver, you should've just let me eat it from day one. 5 seconds left before I throw you out. C'mon."

"Do you even know how to cook? Any actual recipes that don't require winging everything?"

"Does pasta with a side of 'mind your fucking business or I'll make us eat rat poison' sound good to you?"

"I swear if you put anything funny in the food--…"

"Time's up. Out!" Pavia picks you up, manhandles you even, and tosses you out into the living room. As soon as you land on the couch, the door to the kitchen closes and you're left all alone.

It's easy to forget that you have no fucking clue as to who or what Pavia even is.

No last name, no records, no personal information at all. You've touched him before—he looks and feels just like any other person. If you didn't know any better, you could've sworn he bleeds the same way you do. But there are times when that outer layer of normalcy is peeled back just enough to remind you what you're dealing with. Sometimes, the outline of his form darkens, as if the light around him couldn't affect him in any way, and his eyes go dark, so very dark.

You've seen him in this form, unhinging his jaw to uncomfortable degrees and revealing endless sets of saw-like fangs and teeth. His nails have grown longer, thicker and sharper than expected in many occasions. You would find those on the ground, like a wild dog who has never known, let alone needed, a trimmer.

And most importantly, you've allowed him entry to every pore of your body, every piece of cartilage, every muscle, every vein.

That's when you get a small glimpse into the eldritch monstrosity living under your roof—sometimes, he's a thick fog. Sometimes, he's an oozing pile of slime. Sometimes, he's the big, bad wolf. Sometimes, you can't even understand what you're looking at when he manifests in front of you. Regardless, you're certain of something.

Pavia is darkness, eternal and haunting as the night.

He is also a huge, ungrateful, bastard.

"Hey! Where'd you leave the gelato!? This freezer's a damn mess!" His voice is heard, muffled. It doesn't carry the same cadence and weight as it does when you hear it from within your mind. He sounds more annoying, in fact.

It's a strange experience, to have him coexist right beside you as if he weren't some sort of parasite, one hair away from eating your organs. But at least like this, he cannot read your mind nor attempt to puppet your body like a moron in broad daylight. You don't answer, fully aware that he's only trying to piss you off and lure you into another argument -- as if he'd ever lose sight of his precious dessert, anyway. Instead, you busy yourself with the usual routine; finishing what is left of your work, contact your employers and whatnot.

Soon enough, the kitchen door opens and Pavia slides into the room with a single plate of warm food. You look at him, eyes wide in indignation. Oh, he wouldn't …

"Huh? What, I thought you didn't trust me to cook, so I just made something for myself. There's some leftovers from your poor excuse of a lasagna, though." The smarmy expression plastered all over his face as he licks the sauce off his spoon is unbearable, and you rush to the kitchen either to find the biggest knife to drive into his chest or to resign yourself and eat those leftovers.

And then you see it, another plate resting by the counter. Full of delicious looking pasta.

Son of a bitch.

"Bring me some of that orange juice you bought yesterday while you're in there, yeah?" Pavia never gives you time to settle down, demanding your attention and your frustration time and time again, unable to form a single coherent thought nor opinion about him.

He's annoying, that's all you've been able to figure out so far.

He's annoying, and he's made a mess out of your kitchen to cook this meal for both of you. He's annoying, and stingy when it comes to sharing his favorite snacks and desserts, but he never attempts to steal your own. He's annoying, and he offers you a power beyond your wildest dreams, to get rid of inhibition and embrace the abilities of an eldritch beast. He's annoying, and he hogs all the fucking blankets at night, planting his cold feet against your legs or back to add insult to injury.

He's annoying, and he's calling out to you once more, telling you to hurry or else you'll miss "that one stupid show" you like, that he'll switch channels if you don't sit down with him to eat. You sigh. The nerve, the hypocrisy. You know the things he likes to watch -- he has no right to criticize your taste like this.

"I'm coming, calm down! Christ …"

You notice that he never lingers nor invades any of your usual places, always picking the same spots for himself, and this is ironic in every way possible given his fickle nature. There's no doubt that as soon as you two retire for the night, Pavia will make a show out of sliding back into your body, to rest with the warmth of your blood and the soothing rhythm of your heart. And you will tell him to fuck off and sleep on the couch, reminding him of that one time he got a little too comfortable, clutching your heart in his claws, causing you to believe you were having a heart attack. Then, morning will arrive, and you will find Pavia either sprawled out or gone, but never truly leaving you alone. You will feel him, that inky slime, both cold and warm in your veins. You will go to work, and you will return home to start all over again. This is the routine, one you stopped questioning a long time ago.

This parasite who gets under your skin, both figuratively and literally, is annoying. He's annoying when he teases you, forcing you to admit that he can cook a mean pasta. He's annoying when he laughs, loud and boisterous, at those stupid moments he often criticizes in all of your favorite shows. He's annoying when he gets clingy, using you as a pillow because he can't be bothered to reach out for one of the many other pillows scattered around.

He's so very annoying when he looks at you with a curious gleam in his eyes, obviously noticing the way you've chosen to rest your head in the crook of his neck. Time stands still as you simply look at each other, as you lose yourself in those bright, sharp eyes.

You stick out your tongue at him, and Pavia blows a raspberry at you. Sure, he might be plenty annoying on his own, but together you're both insufferable and unstoppable.

[freaknerd33]

hi!! could you please do some of my favorite girlies (lifeline, loba, valkyrie, wattson, and vantage) with an s/o whose love language is words of affirmation??

Hey I’m back! Sorry for the wait. I had a weird month. Shoutout to women <3

The Legends and Words of Affirmation

pairings: lifeline / wattson / vantage x reader

content included: fluff, mentions of loss (for wattson’s part), sweet-as-cookies comfort, gn reader

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Lifeline

༻ I see her love language also being words of affirmation! Giving as well as receiving. In a group, she’s the one who builds up the rest of the team’s esteem with encouraging words and the prowess of her own spirit alone.

༻ Though it’s not always easy keep up, even for someone as bright and uplifting as her. She’s a pillar for most, but still has her own burdens and moments of self-doubt. It would be good to have someone who could comfort her when she’s feeling down. And not just physically, but emotionally, with empathy and understanding.

༻ As much as she loves Octane, he absolutely does not have the interpersonal skills for things like that. So it’s a very good thing she has an s/o who does.

༻ Your words are needed when conflicts with her parents weigh on her most. Times where her self image and individuality feel overpowered by her family name and reputation. She worries if no matter what she does, people will never see her for who she is, or fully trust her to be the golden-hearted provider she is.

༻ “Some people might have their own assumptions about you, but I promise you what you do, and the amount of people you help, always outshines all of that. They don’t know you like me and your friends know you. It’s in people’s nature to judge, but I’m always here to remind you how wonderful you are, Ajay.”

Wattson

༻ For her, I see words of affirmation usually coming in the form of compliments. They make her blush like crazy but she’ll always excitedly return your kind words. Loves to add a big hug with that, and or a cute pun.

༻ “Thank you, my sweetheart. You have a way of… amping my heart, you know? I’m always… ec-static to be around you.”

༻ It’s rare for her to be feeling super down. She already has a huge support system with the other legends, so it’s been a while since she last felt as though any heavy burden was really weighing on her shoulders. But when she does feel that way every once in a while, and the legends can’t help because of how bad she feels, it’s typically when she’s reminiscing on the loss of her father.

༻ She will always miss him more than anything, and wonders if he would’ve been proud of her and her accomplishments. She’s accomplished amazing things, anyone would agree, but it’s hard for her to take it in. Especially because her biggest supporter and inspiration is not physically there to congratulate her.

༻ “Of course he’s proud of you, Nat. Very proud of you, wherever he is. You have such an amazing, innovative mind. How could he not be? He may not be here, but he will always be a part of you.”

Vantage

༻ creature…. /aff

༻ Dear is still learning more social skills by the day. So words of affirmation are especially great at letting her know she’s doing well adjusting to being around other people. While she isn’t adamant on “fitting in” in any particular way, she does want to be able to socialize and learn about other people.

༻ “You did great today!”

༻ “Thank you… dear!” She also occasionally tries her shot at pet names.

༻ Blushes and struggles to hold back a smile when you encourage her along with a kiss on the cheek. She found her body’s natural reaction weird at first (“What did you do to me? My face is burning—”), but has gotten more used to it.

༻ Words of affirmation also help when she’s stressed about her mother’s framing. She’s always worried that she’s not doing enough, or that she might not ever be able to free her mom.

༻ “You’re doing everything you can, Mara. The fight hasn’t ended yet. Your mom ismstrong, you’re strong, and I know you—we— can figure this out.”

༻ Likes to try and give you words of affirmation as well. ���Don’t worry about it—” she pauses to think of a pet name, “Honey. You’re awesome! Anyone who says otherwise is probably weak and very easy to kill. Their words are their only defense. All bark and no bite— I think the saying goes.”

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[quirkfics]

hello dear! may i please request "rise" for all might/toshinori yagi?

Even seeing him with your own eyes, it's hard to believe that it isn't just a fairy tale. He lies in perfect repose, hands clasped, hair a golden halo around his hollowed cheeks - still breathing behind the glass. In the daylight, it's hard to tell, he almost gleams- but in the dead of night? You can hear him.

"He'll rise again, you know," you've heard the faithful say for days on end. "When we need him, when mortal toil calls to his kindly heart? He'll rise."

Maybe he will, though you've always had your doubts. Whatever enchantment, whatever quirk of fate it was that left him in eternal slumber, you don't think "mortal toil" will draw whoever he was back. Some of the glittering rubies that serve as buttons down his doublet, however?

You lift the lid, teeth clenched as it creaks. He doesn't move though, doesn't stir, not even when you tap at his chest, jumping back reflexively. You step forward, hesitant, but the first button is in your pocket as soon as you take a blade to the thread. You get through three before you notice that his doublet isn't laying flat again his ribs, that his arm is keeping something... silver? Hidden. You press against his arm, shifting it away, only to gasp when the needle pricks your finger.

"What the hell?" You grumble, pinching the needle and pulling it out of the fancy fabric- and it's just your luck, of course, that he wakes.

[brainbleach6]

Caustic x Reader NSFW Headcanons

Caustic x GenderNeutral!Reader (and some extra bits at the end for trans men) Headcanons:Warning: NSFW, Food Kink (slight), Mention of possession, Mention of underwear stealing --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Caustic considered himself a man above simple things like desire. He simply didn't have the time nor interest for it.

*At least that's what he thought until he met you.

*You were also a contester in the games. A good-looking one at that. He was intrigued immediately when you introduced yourself to him as if he was an average Joe.

*Surely you had watched the Apex Games and seen him before? Why were you so nonchalant with him?

*At first, it infuriated him. You acted as if he wasn't this amazing man of great capabilities.

*Then it excited him, to his extreme surprise.

*He liked that you treated him like a normal man, not a psychopath like everyone else did.

*It started slow.

*At first, it was just simple, innocent thoughts about what you could be up to when he was alone. Were you preparing for a game? What did you do for fun when alone?

*Then it got a little less innocent. He thought about how you'd sound in bed. Were you breathy and quiet? Or gaspy and loud? Were you a screamer? Maybe if he did it right, you'd be.

*He wasn't ashamed of these thoughts, but surprised. He hadn't thought about sex in a while, with all the games and hiding he was doing.

*Sure people had made approaches. Usually, younger girls who liked the mysterious vibe he gave off (and the idea of a sugar daddy), but he always declined with disgust.

*But here he was, fantasizing about you the way those girls did him.

*It was awkward at first for him. He'd think about you and then have to work with you in a game. It was often harder (wink wink) to work when he wanted to just take you right then and there.

*Especially when you teased him.

*It was innocent enough. You making jokes at his expense about his stamina in game or how old he was. But it made him want to prove you wrong and fuck you sore right there in the abandoned building.

*Or when you cooked food on off times. It was a love language he found very enticing, especially when you hummed and wiggled your hips while cooking him something.

*It made him want to skip over the meal and have you instead. (Or integrate the meal into bed ;))

*Speaking of food, he loved when you ate in front of him. You weren't really messy, but you weren't careful in the slightest and he enjoyed watching you scarf down your favorite food after a rigorous match.

*It made him wonder (and jerk off to the thought of) how you'd go down on his dick.

*He often spent multiple nights fisting his cock at the thought of you bouncing on him.

*He often came to the thought of you riding him in one of his coats.

*He didn't know why, but he enjoyed "owning" you in some way.

*And don't even get him started on the idea of stealing your underwear.

*It's taken him all of his self-restraint some days to not grab a few pairs and stuff them in his pocket while you had him help with laundry.

(A few extra for my fellow trans men) *He's surprised.

*He didn't know he was attracted to men?

*He's pretty chill with it though, often telling you scientific proof that gender is a social construct to make you feel better if you're dysphoric.

*If you still have a pussy, he'll have you sit on his face for HOURS. He wants to make you feel good.

*Grab his hair while he eats you out and suddenly you're riding him?

*Like? How tf did that happen? Jk jk, he'll give you a warning (and see if you're okay with riding him when you're so sensitive)

*If you have top surgery, he'll trace your top scars with his tongue, looking up at you all the while. 🤤

*If you don't he'll just lick and suck at them like a starved man. (and look up at you ofc)

*He'll also suck you off (whether you have bottom surgery or not). He'll sit there are suck on your T-dick and afterward tell you how nice you taste.

A/N: I think I went a liiiiiiittle crazy with this one, (704 words for a list of headcanons kinda crazy) but to be fair I haven't written in like 4 or 5 months and I actually was able to write this without much trouble… (also this is my first time posting a fic on Tumblr so idk if this is good, but I might start posting here more)

Links: Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/LV2Obsess Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_WueKCrCs0&t=550s (don't ask idk)

[enanamikaze]

Enchanted (Minato x Reader) | college AU

⋆˚꩜｡ Teen to mature (Chap 7 & 8 contains sensual content)

⋆˚꩜｡ slow burn, romance, hurt/comfort, slice of life.

⋆˚꩜｡ fem! reader

⋆˚꩜｡ 8 parts!

#minato namikaze x reader #minato x reader #college au #modern au #slow burn #taylor swift inspired #enchanted au #fanfic series #naruto fanfiction #library love #emotional intimacy #romantic angst #slow burn love story #reader insert fanfic #soft boy minato #writingblr #fic recs #long fanfic #enemies to lovers lite #crush to lovers

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The library at 5:46 p.m. always had a certain glow to it.

Maybe it was the way the setting sun filtered through the arched glass, spilling over the long tables and catching dust in the air like glitter. Maybe it was the quiet—not sterile, but alive with turning pages, fingers tapping softly against laptop keys.

Or maybe it was just this season. Autumn. The golden hours always feel like they mean more when the air is colder, like the light is trying harder not to fade.

You were here for a reason.

Political Science 230: Comparative Democratic Systems. The midterm was next week.

You hadn’t slept well. Hadn’t eaten properly either. Your planner had three different pen colors bleeding into the margins, all screaming for time you didn’t have. You were three chapters behind, one existential crisis deep, and dangerously close to losing your scholarship if you didn’t keep your GPA steady.

You hated that it came to this.

Cramming at golden hour, when you should’ve been walking through campus wrapped in a scarf, sipping shitty vending machine hot cocoa, talking to someone about nothing.

Instead—highlighted text and underlined section headers.

Fun.

You were deep into your second page of notes when someone sat down across from you.

No sound. No chair scraping. No hey, is this seat taken?

You looked up, pen still in hand, half-prepared to glare—

—and froze.

He was looking down, flipping through a thick mechanical engineering textbook. Tall. Blonde. Tousled hair, the kind that looked like it had volume without product (and you hated that you noticed that).

Sharp nose. High cheekbones.

Button-down sleeves rolled to the elbows.

You blinked.

He didn’t even look up.

No eye contact. No apology for invading your table.

Rude, you thought.

But then—His eyes lifted. Just briefly. Blue, light, startling.

You met them.

Just for a second.

He smiled.

Not flirtatious. Not smug.

Just… surprised. Like he didn’t expect you to be real.

And then he looked back down at his book.

You stared for longer than you should have.

Who the hell was this guy?

You’d been in this library every other afternoon this semester and never seen him. And it wasn’t like you didn’t notice people. Your brain had a little filing system:

Architecture bro with the headphones

Girl with pink Crocs and seventeen highlighters

Couple that always makes out in the reading room like it’s not 2 PM on a Tuesday

But him?

New.

Unfiled.

Unfamiliar.

And yet—

Why did he feel like a memory?

You went back to your notes. Or tried.

But every few minutes, you’d feel it.

That tiny prickle on your skin.

You’d glance up and—there it was.

He was watching you.

Not in a weird way. Not lingering.

Just these fleeting glances, like he was confirming something.

As if you were a question he didn’t know he’d been asking.

After maybe twenty minutes, he leaned over.

“Sorry,” he said. His voice was low. Warm. Just a little hoarse like he didn’t speak often.

You looked up, startled. “Yeah?”

“I don’t mean to be weird. I just—” he gestured vaguely, eyes flicking to your open notebook. “You have really clean notes.”

You blinked. “…what?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry. I know that’s random.”

You stared at him. “You were watching me because of my notes?”

He had the audacity to look embarrassed. Rubbing his jaw, glancing down.

“Well. That and, uh… you looked really focused.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You know you sat at my table, right?”

“Technically,” he countered, “these are all public-use spaces.”

“Wow.” You laughed. “That’s the nerdiest flex I’ve ever heard.”

That made him grin—bright and real. A little crooked. Like he wasn’t used to being looked at too long.

“I’m Minato,” he said, holding out a hand. “Minato Namikaze.”

You took it before you could think. His grip was warm, calloused.

“Y/N,” you said. “Poly Sci major. Possibly dying.”

“Engineering,” he replied. “Possibly already dead.”

You smiled.

He held your hand a moment longer than needed.

You didn’t let go.

part 2

[dahyunsrealgf]

jeongyeon writers where are you :((

[livingslime]

hwiwnaiwj 1 MORE QUESTION FOR TODAY 🙏🏾

Will there be a kiss scene at some point in the game? 🤭 A lil smth, smth? >:3 💙

And btw, I told my friend about this game! They don't like blondes, but they like Dr. Anselm!! (*＞∇＜) "I kinda like Dr. M&Ms" they call him, (the M&Ms coming from the M in his name) 😂😭

Hmm! I feel that would be a very romantic idea!

Right now, I haven't thought about implementing a kiss scene since the story of the VN is still in its early stages! But I'll see how I can implement this for one the "good" endings!

I just hope I can draw kissing Anselm without him looking like a fish... LOL xD

Waaawaa!! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞♡♡ Thank you for sharing with your friends pookie! WAHA M&M? Maybe they would like... M&M Anselm better? (◕ ꒳ ◕✿) hehe !

Thank you for reaching out pookie ♡♡

[alliddewrites]

hey!! can you do Lifeline NSFW headcanons please? (reader being AFAB if not gender neutral) :D

Ajay ‘Lifeline’ Che NSFW Headcanons

Content disclaimer:

Female reader,

Switch Ajay,

Fingering,

Edging,

Scissoring,

Never written lesbian sex before-,

Masterlist

A switch, definitely.

She already has so much on her shoulders that she just wants to be pampered and taken care of sometimes. On the other hand, she loves helping people, something that also translates to the bedroom.

Her favorite type of foreplay is cuddly that slowly turns into grinding.

Maybe watching something in your shared apartment, in the living room, one of you sitting in the other's lap. Throughout the runtime, the one on top gets more antsy and needy, subtly trying to rock back and forth on the other's thigh, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment. Something that never lasts too long before the teasing starts.

A mean, but very caring dom.

She'll have her fingers inside of you, thrusting it back and forth in the most torturous ways while cooing at you.

“You're doing so good.” - “Give me another one.” - “You're so pretty when you squirm.”

If there is a time when she wants to get really mean, she'll even edge you. Of course, this is naturally with a safeword chosen beforehand. This isn't too common though, most of the time she just wants some loving.

When she's subbing, she doesn't want to follow any orders, she only wants pleasure and relaxation.

Kind of a pillow princess, but will still give back, she can't resist pleasuring you.

She loves it when you lay her out, spread her legs and go to town. Finger her, eat her out and rub her clit. If you start rubbing your pussy against hers, basically using her, spreading both of your juices all over, she'll go insane.

Queen of aftercare! When both of you are satisfied, even if you were on top, she wants to make sure you're completely okay.

Gets both of you water, makes you go to the bathroom, and if it's late, she'll even run a bath for the two of you.

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[luvmoonie]

oh well that’s just mean

took the "what's your red flag" quiz and got emotionally unavailable, bitch I KNOW

[ibiggiecheese]

Okay chat i’ve been brainstorming this idea for a while, but since there’s a small amount of revenant fics, i might have to fix it😔🙏

So i have a lil idea, revenant where like yk he’s like with the reader while she’s sleeping and he’s like just holding her and watching her as she sleeps. And so he gets the idea to like try and get some shut eye even tho he knows it never works. But like somehow he ends up dreaming. SOOO and he like realizes that he’s human again and he’s wearing his regular suit and everything yk, and then he notices the reader in his like complex or apartment(im not sure chat😔) and she like walks out of there bedroom wearing his like shirt or something and she’s still sleepy and everything, and revenant it does ALOT of things to revenant which he hasn’t felt in a long time. Reader goes up to revenant whilst rubbing her eyes and she hugs him, kissing him on his cheek and she tells him to have a good day at work. And revenants still stuck on the fact that he could feel everything, he felt your hands on the back of his neck, he could smell the cologne of his shirt you were wearing. And he felt the way your lips touched his cheek. Revenant didn’t realize that he was holding the reader so tight until reader rested her hand on his own. He just looks at her as if she’s an angel that’s ready to take him to heaven and he kisses her out of pure happiness and likeee from then on it gets a lil wild.

Okayokay this was kinda like a lil reminder for me or like to just establish my scenario yk. Bc either way im not sure how to develop the plot bc i just think of one thing and then i immediately jump to like the freakiness