MJ

I read and write fanfics for my favorites games/fandoms. ✌️

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MJ. 22. I write and read fics here. My inbox is always open for requests, as well as video game, movie, music, and tv show requests or just to chat. This is a side blog, so it's not where I'll follow back from.

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Arcane

Overwatch

The Last of Us

Resident Evil

Tomb Raider

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Ex-Wife!Domina Headcanons

To be clear, it's most likely more of an estrangement or separation than a real divorce. Vaira doesn't care how bad your relationship was, you're her wife and nobody else deserves the chance to call you theirs.

If you're the one who leaves, she'll let you walk out, give you space for a couple weeks while flaunting a lavish lifestyle where she knows you'll see, and then wait for you to come back. It hits her hard when you don't come running back to her.

For a woman who is supposedly constantly jetting from place to place, you see her around a lot. You can't escape Vaira no matter how hard you try to, so after a while you just kind of stop fighting it.

At first, she is somewhat subtle and only really inserts herself into your space when you run into each other at events or galas. You know that she thinks something bigger is happening when she starts inviting you out to dinner.

You want to tell her no, or at least you think you do, but you always agree to go out. Vaira treats the dinners almost like business meetings until the familiarity wears away at both of you.

When she kisses you in the front seat of her car, you freak out and yell at her, but it's not until later that you realize how badly you wanted it. All things considered, Vaira let you have everything you wanted in the separation except for an actual divorce.

She doesn't push you again for a while, and you end up missing her badly enough to show up to Vishkar's offices to see her. Vaira wishes she hadn't been caught so off guard, but you know her well enough to see the genuine shock in her eyes.

She had prepared to offer you divorce papers, which you immediately put in the shredder. Vaira is pleasantly surprised and invites you to have dinner at her place. It's not your martial home, but you're familiar with the penthouse.

The two of you never really go back to the marital home or truly get back together like you had been, but you keep seeing each other because it feels good and familiar.

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Tracer Relationship Headcanons

NSFW under the cut.

Things with Lena were very new when she got lost to time. You kind of had a hard time with that since the two of you had gotten close very quickly.

She's easy to talk to, even though most people assume she never shuts up. Lena brings out a side of you that nobody else has, which often ends up with most movies and TV shows being abandoned once one of you starts on a tangent.

Lena is very affectionate and is constantly touching you in some way. She holds onto your hand with a death grip and drags you around when the two of you go out together because she's so excited to see everything.

It takes absolutely nothing to convince her to get a puppy. Lena ends up tiring the poor baby out when they play outside together, but you get the fun of after playtime cuddling.

She's a bad cook, and not just in a British way. She'll burn toast on the same setting that you cook your perfectly on. If you have a big meal coming up, she's actually just banned from the kitchen completely.

The two of you try to do as much as you can together. She always gets extra candy or junk food on shopping trips, but you don't mind because Lena always shares.

She sleeps a lot less than you do, but the only time she'll ever be still is when you're asleep next to her in bed. Lena hates waking you up on accident and always feels super bad about it.

Sex is Lena feels completely pressure-less. You've had partners who were relaxed, but it was nothing compared to her. It's carefree in a way that you didn't know was possible.

There's not a lot of thought put in about who will top or bottom. You both just kind of touch each other and go back and forth until one of you gets tired.

Lena is thorough when it's her turn with you. She loves to tease, but also gets off a lot when she gets to see you cum. When she hears the word "munch" for the first time, something clicks and she refers to herself that way.

Lena doesn't mind toys and will use them, but prefers something like a vibrator to a dildo. Especially if you're the one using it on her, she's just not the biggest fan of penetration.

She goes fast and hard with the strap, but it always hits perfectly. She prefers her fingers and mouth over everything, but sometimes you ask for something a little different.

Lena can rush aftercare a little, but she will never just skip it. Taking care of one another is very important to Lena, who needs it just as much as you do.

She prefers to start her day off with a quickie unless she's got all day to spend in bed with you. If that's the case, she'll go for a hearty breakfast and then go at it with you like a rabbit.

You make the comparison one day and call her your little bunny, which absolutely does do something to her brain. She won't admit it, but you can feel the difference when you pull out the nickname.

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Player!Abby Anderson Headcanons

Modern!AU. NSFW under the cut.

Abby is definitely a friend of a friend and "romantic rival" for your best friend, Ellie. Personally, you find their tendencies for sleeping around to be a bit much, but you try to mind your own business.

At first, you think Abby only starts talking to you to get back at Ellie for something stupid. The story has been told again and again, but you don't care to remember the details of that specific conquest of Ellie's.

Abby is persistent with you, and it's around the eight month mark that you realize how long she had been trying to talk to you. It's hard to ignore her commitment when you also begin to notice that she hasn't been picking other girls up (they kind of start to hate you for that one.)

There's a big party to celebrate the start of summer where Ellie and Abby normally go home with a couple girls, but Abby instead spends it glued to your side once Ellie leaves for the night. She dotes on you in a way that she hasn't for any other girl before.

She's had your number and Snap for months, but it's not until you tell her to text you more that she uses them. The messages are pretty sweet, but sometimes she can't help the flirting. You pretend to be annoyed, but you can't deny she doesn't know how to make you smile.

Abby kisses you first on accident. She picks you up to hang out (while you're pretending to just be friends) and just leans over like she would have with any random girl getting into her car for a hook up.

She tried to apologize, but then you kiss her back and suddenly she's taking you on a date now. When it's over, she freaks out because she had only really ever dated Owen. Those girls she took home and fucked once barely got a second thought.

Abby likes the gym and her home, so she tends to invite you to her place. It actually comes as a bit of a shock to you that she's naturally introverted, but went to parties to hook up anyway.

Once you're dating, Abby lays it on thick with the flirting. She sends gym pics that leave you distracted all day and sends shocking dirty texts while pretending she didn't do anything scandalous when you call her out on it.

If you're in college, Abby is definitely an athlete and it's mandatory that you wear her jersey. You even get one of her team hoodies with her name on the back so there's no confusion about who you're with.

Abby's biggest hurdle to get over in your relationship is your friendship with Ellie. Abby doesn't care how close you are, she does not trust Ellie around you. Abby has eyes and knows that Ellie always wants the hottest girl in the room.

You make her go on double dates when Ellie pulls her head out of her ass with Dina. Ellie and Abby never become friends, despite both of them being similar to each other. They even sit there and pout the same way when you tell them what's happening.

Abby is known around town for her talent with the strap. She assures you there's more options than just that, but you want to know why she's so popular.

Within a few months of being together, you've essentially got new underwear because Abby rips yours constantly. Sometimes it's genuinely an accident, but Abby definitely does it a lot on purpose.

If she's buying replacements, expect a lot of variety. Abby just finds out your size and goes from there, buying things she wants to see you in.

Doesn't know if she wants to see you fucked out in her clothes or naked. That really depends on how gentle you want her to be.

Abby has to learn how to be gentle. Girls before were really attracted to her strength, and while you are too, you can't handle that more than a couple times a week.

She's big on dirty talk, but will not be disrespectful. Abby likes it when you call yourself a slut for her, but won't do it herself because it leaves a bad taste in her mouth. She's telling you how well you're taking her and how pretty you look stretched out around her fingers.

Abby prefers to top, but you get her more used to things like tribbing where you can both get off. You can also get her to be a bit more submissive for you if you catch her when she's tired.

Abby wasn't great with aftercare before, but she pulls her weight and then some with you. She learns what you need and want after sex and goes from there, which opens her up to admitting what she wants from you as well.

She does a lot more after being rough with you. She also needs more comfort and reassurance then. You feel bad asking her to do things like that when you see the way she pouts at the hand prints left, but Abby finds it genuinely difficult to not just give you everything you ask for.

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Sugar Mommy!Emma Frost Headcanons

NSFW under the cut.

Emma keeps herself extremely guarded, but when she notices your chemistry, she knows it would be stupid to just push you away. She doesn't care to have a real relationship, she just wants you.

Everything is pretty out in the open between the two of you. She lets you know it's about sex and money, not feelings. You're allowed to feel however you want, but she expects you not to get upset when she doesn't reciprocate.

Emma gives you a lot of presents. You meet other sugar babies who are definitely super jealous about Emma picking you because there are rumors that her pockets run deep.

At first, she's definitely got others. There are people she sleeps with who don't get gifts and ones who do. Over the course of a few months, she starts to drop them until there's only you.

Emma moves you into the apartment below her penthouse at the six month mark. You get all sorts of vacations while she's away on business. She offers you a "job" which is actually just being her arm candy while she's in certain meetings.

The world starts to notice you around and Emma loves it. You become a tabloid mystery and then public girlfriend when none other than Tony Stark hits on you at an event.

Emma is the jealous type. She tries to push you away, but when you consider leaving that stops. It's decided that you're moving into the penthouse and getting an emergency line to talk to her. She would already know if you were in trouble because that woman has been in your head for weeks at that point.

You start to feel bad just being her trophy, so you get into mutant rights. She reluctantly sets you up with the X-Men for publicity reasons and for you to get a better grasp on different mutant stories. You take to it well, and while Emma was annoyed not to have as much of your time, she likes seeing you at work.

No longer are you bored out of your mind waiting for Emma around the penthouse, and when you are forced apart, the sex is better. The media is also a lot nicer once they stop thinking you're just in it for money. Emma also likes having such a dignified and important partner (she milks the "I'm not that bad or my activist girlfriend wouldn't want me" thing because it comes up quite a bit)

You hadn't been sure what to expect sexually from Emma at first, but it wasn't for her to be as much of a giver. She can wield a strap like its an extension of her own body.

Emma will always get off and make her demands, but she also takes great pride in making you cum. She could spend all night between your legs making you cum again and again.

She doesn't like a mess, and if she's in a bad mood, you are cleaning everything up yourself. It can be kind of hot, but at first Emma liked the rush of humiliating you.

The longer you're sleeping together, the more caring she becomes. Emma gets softer and pulls back on the domination stuff. She's still definitely in control, but you feel like she's less strict.

Emma's preferred punishment is orgasm denial after edging for HOURS. She will push you right up to the edge, yank you back, and make fun of you for the frustrated tears you let slip.

She will sit on your face, but until you make the ballsy move of pulling her down, Emma holds back her weight a bit. She was going to rip into you for manhandling her until she watched you practically try to suffocate yourself with her thighs.

Speaking of her thighs, she will clamp them down around your head when she cums. It definitely does hurt because she's stronger than you assumed, but Emma learns to give you more of a warning before you get vice locked in there.

Temperature play with the diamond form was not as fun as you hoped, but Emma's telepathic powers are definitely great for the bedroom. She prefers to use it to tease you though, and Emma will make not let it go if she make you cum before she gets you home.

Lingerie is a must for both of you. Emma has a routine of admiring yours before absolutely ruining it. Hers never gets ruined unless she gets a little too excited when she's got you worshiping her.

You have gotten her to cum in her underwear twice and both times was from playing with her breasts. Emma is very sensitive there, despite what she say about not being sensitive at all.

Emotional aftercare is lacking at first, but Emma was always on top of physical stuff. She'll make sure everything is cleaned up, you have fluids, and maybe something to eat if you're up for it.

She's extravagant about everything. The first time you stay with her in the penthouse, she calls in a personal chef to make a steak dinner that you eat together in the bath while her sheets are being replaced.

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Illari Relationship Headcanons

NSFW under the cut.

Approaching a relationship with Illari was difficult. She was pretty closed off when she arrived to help Overwatch, but you were persistent about becoming her friend.

You ask her out once, but when Illari tells you that she's not sure, you drop it. A couple months later, Illari brings it up again and tells you that if she hasn't missed her chance, she'd like to go out with you.

Illari pretends to be annoyed about a lot more than she actually is. You know she has her moments of being broody, but after a while, a lot of that ends up just being performative too.

She doesn't talk about her home often, but there are always tells when she misses it. Most of the time it's making food from her childhood because that's the easiest way for her to experience and share those memories.

Illari is the little spoon, and not just because she's small. She held you very awkwardly, but always melted into your embrace, so it was easier to just spoon her.

You don't go out as much because Illari prefers to stay inside, but you love indoor dates. It's kind of mean, but you love making her do giant puzzles because she gets frustrated and pouty every single time.

Illari never pouts for long because you're always kissing it off of her lips. You're pretty sure she figured this out and pouts just for kisses, but you don't mind.

When you get more serious, you push for Illari to talk to someone about her trauma more. It makes for a couple of heated arguments, but Illari does slowly begin to realize you're only pushing because you're worried about her.

Illari is very open about wanting to take things slow. She's not sure which makes her more nervous, the idea of having sex with you or accidentally pushing you away by making you wait.

There are a lot of heated makeout sessions that almost turn into something more before Illari finally just tells you that she can't wait to touch you anymore.

She prefers to top because the idea of losing control terrifies her. She leveled her home once and couldn't bear to accidentally hurt you.

Illari is a quick learner when it comes to sex. She is so attentive and strives to make you feel as good as possible.

It's a while before she lets you touch her, but when she does, you're sure to be as slow and gentle as possible. Illari is definitely kind of awkward about it still, but you're careful to show her how patient she is.

Your favorite kinds of nights spent together are the ones where you're just kind of lazily touching each other and exploring one another's bodies.

Illari likes a bit of space after sex. She'll come cuddle with you if you want, but she needs a couple minutes to herself first. Illari is always sure to tell you that she'll be right back when she goes off.

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Title: Back Alley Blues

Pairing: Jill Valentine x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Jill hooks up with you in an alley after your shift.

CW/Tags: Smut. Mentions of Drinking. Thigh Grinding. Fingering (R!receiving).

You knew Jill was lurking before you even stepped out of the bar. The guys always left through the front, but you took it upon yourself to lock the back doors. They could have easily done it themselves, but you swore they pretended to be helpless when it came to something that added a couple minutes to the end of their night. It was annoying, but as you saw Jill waiting for you, suddenly it didn't matter nearly as much.

The two of you had been broken up for a whole six hours before she walked into the bar. That night, you swore you wouldn't get back together with her. Instead, you both managed to start something even worse. Her suspension gave her too much free time during the day, so she stayed up all night just waiting for the bar to close so she could come see you.

"I know we said it was the end last time, but I need you," Jill whined. She would never have shown such vulnerability when you were together. Everything had always been bagged up and held inside until she exploded. It was never anything more than a bit of screaming in another language before she stomped off to see Chris, cigarette lit between her lips.

Tonight, there was no cigarette. There hadn't been one since you called it quits and started these stupid hookups. You were bound to get caught by someone, either a passerby or the cameras. Nothing happened at the bar, so you doubted your boss would check. He didn't care unless it happened out front, that much was clear. Either that or he enjoyed the show of you getting off with Jill's fingers between your legs.

"You should let me drive you home," Jill mumbled as she stepped into your space. She didn't smell like alcohol for once, but you were certain she wasn't in her right mind. Jill had to have been looking into Umbrella all day. Word from other cops who stopped into the bar was that Redfield was just as obsessed after everything, he just hid it better. You wished Jill had the sense to keep things quiet enough to get reinstated, that might help her move past whatever happened that night in the mountains.

"I don't want to accuse you of anything, but you aren't exactly the most trustworthy person right now. I know how much you've been drinking lately,"

"I'm sober, scout's honor." Jill stepped forward a little more, just to make sure you could smell how clean she was. Her pupils weren't dilated, but you still were a bit uneasy going back to her place. You promised yourself that Jill had to be better for you to accept her fully, and she hadn't even been trying.

"Okay, but I'm not ready for so much just yet," you told her. Jill sighed in defeat, but knew better than to take it as full rejection. She dipped her head down for a kiss, one that you deepened with hands on her jaw. Hers came up to rest on your waist with a gentle tug, as if to make sure you didn't have an inch of space between your bodies.

You could feel Jill's hands slip beneath the tube top you had worn to work. When you had been dating, there had always been some crude remark about tips, but now Jill seemed to be appreciative for the easy access. You were glad for it too as her fingers teased your nipples, pinching before her nails raked down your stomach towards your pants.

Things had always moved quickly with Jill, but they were somehow even faster now. Despite the ache in her chest to lay you down properly and unwind you like she used to, Jill took what she could get. If all you offered was a bit of grinding against each other in an alley, she'd take it and thank whatever god was listening that she could still touch you.

"I fucked up," Jill mumbled as her fingers slipped into your jeans. You wanted to ask her what she meant, if she had done something to get into a new boat of trouble, but Jill was faster than you. She saw your mouth open and covered it with her own, silencing both your question and the moan you tried to let out as her fingers rubbed you through your underwear.

Jill's fingers had always been good enough for you and occasionally too much, but you wanted more. You wanted to feel her mouth wrap around you possessively like she used to, but you'd take the added pressure of her thigh against her hand as she tried to get off as well. The two of you moved in sync with each other, like you had never lost a step or your chemistry.

"So pretty," Jill mumbled as she looked up at you. Her head was laid against your shoulder, tilted so she could stare at you now. You could feel your skin heat up at the intensity of her gaze. Jill looked like she was committing it all to memory, like this would be the last time she'd ever get to see you. There wasn't much of anything holding her to the city anymore, but she kept coming back to you.

"Such a sweet talker," you laughed. Jill chuckled at that, the sound crumbling beneath a moan as she caught your thigh at just the right angle. Jill's fingers pressed a little harder, a clear sign that she was close. Jill didn't want to cum first, but she had lost a step in her concentration. You could feel her fingers move even as her body slumped against yours. You felt the both of you up, holding onto the edge until you could feel her start to support herself again. There was an exciting aspect to how dirty this felt, but you weren't exactly looking forward to the idea of fucking on the ground.

"Come home with me," Jill said as she held you in her arms. She had never asked after, only before. Jill knew how your mind worked, and she didn't want to manipulate you. "I'm leaving soon, so please. We can never see each other again after this if that's what you want, but give me this."

"If the world ended tonight, who would you want to spend it with?" you asked as you tried to lessen your weight on her.

"I think I'd like to spend it with you. I'd hole us up somewhere with a big, soft bed and eat you like my last meal," Jill said. You hadn't expected the flirtatious turn, but it made sense Jill would choose you. You would have picked her, even on your worse days.

"Let's go home and pretend we won't wake up tomorrow."

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Leon Kennedy x Single Mom!Reader Headcanons

Leon meets you when he believes his opportunity for a family has passed. He screwed things up too badly for those things with Claire, and Ada never really felt like an option for the family lifestyle.

You work with the DSO, not directly with Leon, but he had seen you around before Hunnigan and Sherry convinced him to talk to you.

The two of you hit it off pretty quickly, and you're very up front about your kids and reluctance about getting remarried. Leon pushes the marriage thought aside and promises to be patient.

He doesn't push for more for months. You aren't happy with just the dinner dates and occasional hook ups when you find time, so seven months in you ask him to sleep over for the first time.

Leon comes over almost every night your kids are away until the two of you reach a year together. It just so happens to be close to the holidays, so you think it's perfect.

Your ex tries to give you shit when your kids come home talking about "mom's cool new boyfriend" and Leon puts an end to that in a shockingly peaceful way. You think Leon threatened him in a subtle way, but nothing came to blows so you're happy.

Leon takes to fatherhood well, immediately helping where he can without overstepping. He pushes for better communication between you and your ex, which makes co-parenting a lot easier than it had been.

Leon shows your son things his dad hadn't been interested in, but Leon thrives as a girl dad. Your daughter is slightly younger than your son, so Leon gets a taste of getting to raise a little girl before she reaches her teenage years.

You didn't want to get married again until your kids ask if Leon can be their dad. The ceremony is at a courthouse, but you let your daughter help plan the party after in the backyard.

The more Leon steps up, the more you notice your ex kind of distance himself. You worry about how that affects the kids, but Leon makes sure they don't feel unloved for even a second.

He introduces them to all the important people in his life as his kids. He's there for every milestone that he can be without ever asking if you'd be willing to have another.

Leon is more present than you ever could have hoped and even goes as far as to push you to be there more too. You stop having as many late nights at work or taking more than what you can chew. He takes care of you just as much as he takes care of your kids.

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this is amazing

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thank you 😊

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Cassandra Pentaghast Relationship Headcanons

NSFW under the cut. It's a shame I can't be gay wives with her in Inquisition, but I suppose I'll live another day in spite of it.

Cassandra is a stalwart supporter of devotion. That devotion had been dedicated to the Chantry first and foremost, but things changed a little for Cassandra when you stumbled into her life.

She wasn't reluctant to enter anything with you, but she did not recognize the feelings you stirred inside of her. Everybody around the two of you knew about her feelings long before she did.

Leliana was the one to gently let Cassandra know how obvious it was the two of you liked each other. In attempting to deny it, Cassandra ends up admitting her feelings.

She tries not to act on it, but a comment Leliana made about the way you looked at her stuck. Cassandra couldn't unsee the love and admiration in your eyes. You looked at her the same way the Inquisition's supporters looked at you.

Cassandra is a woman of routine and you're quickly sucked into that routine when you get together. She doesn't bother with courting because she thinks it's a waste of time. Once she realizes her feelings, impatience takes over and she wants to make up for lost time.

Her devotion to you is clear, not that you ever doubted it before. It's different now as Cassandra figures out the ways she'd like to show her love to you. She isn't fond of public displays, but the things from Varric's books aren't genuine to who the two of you are.

Cassandra was always protective of you for the Inquisiton's sake, but now she looks over you in a more gentle manner. You often find her awake at camp watching over you when she should have been sleeping or offering you what is definitely the more appetizing bowl or plate of a meal.

She doesn't unwind at all really, but you expected as much. Cassandra is slightly less serious behind closed doors, but the woman does not know how to fully let her guard down. Even in moments of vulnerability you can feel her armor.

Cassandra doesn't turn away all affection, but she insists on waiting for more intimate things until you have taken vows with each other. That is the first vows are brought up, but you're surprised when the thought doesn't scare you.

The two of you don't rush into it by any means, but the spirits of Skyhold are uplifted by the wedding. It's not the fairy tale wedding you had expected, but the ceremony is fitting for both you and Cassandra.

In the final battle with the Inquisition, the weight of your wedding band helps you to push through. Cassandra doesn't admit anything of the sort, but she doesn't deny that she kept you in her thoughts in case they were her last.

Cassandra was more than content to move her things from the barracks where she had slept with the other soldiers into your very cushy and expensive quarters.

She was even more happy to lay in that bed with you as your wife, even if she was unsure of what do to with another woman's body.

Cassandra's inexperience made her eager to explore, something you hadn't experienced in a lover since you were younger. Her battle-worn hands explored your body with a gentle touch you hadn't known her capable of.

Cassndra actively had to think about holding you like you were made of glass because the moment she stopped being able to focus her touch turned rough.

Her strength was impressive, more than enough to hold you up in a plethora of positions when more time and an opportunity arose. You kept that thought in the back of your mind.

She was hesitant to let you touch her at first, so you moved slowly. You gave her time to explore and watched longingly as she demolished practice dummy after practice dummy instead of just letting you touch her.

When Cassandra finally did open up, it was at a joke from Varric that your vows weren't fully consummated quite yet. You hate that was what it took, but Cassandra admitted that she was going to run out of dummies sooner rather than later.

She doesn't want a lot of pampering, so a slower pace just frustrated her. You had to be careful with her because Cassandra's body had been deprived for so long that even the smallest touch garnered a big reaction.

Cassandra's armor finally slips away when you make her cum, and you're left watching over her. She doesn't build her walls back up immediately like you expected, instead asking if you'd stay with her in the smallest voice possible.

You understand why she didn't want to open up completely, so you cherish every moment of vulnerability she gives you after that. Slowly it becomes less of a big deal, but that's not until after you've saved the world and Cassandra doesn't have the weight of the apocalypse on her shoulders.

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Plate, chainmail, swords, and straps ⚔️

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can we get more nsfw hcs with ashe?? fem reader pretty please🙏🙏😖😖

here you go, hope you enjoy them!

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Bottom/Submissive Grace Ashcroft x Top/Dominant Reader, fluff with Emily and/or Leon (plot post game), then slow build (sexual tension would be peak) with amazing smut and crazy aftercare.

you just kinda listed a bunch of stuff, but this is definitely one of those.

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NSFW Ashe Headcanons

NSFW under the cut. Minors DNI.

Ashe will play into being above you in power dynamics sometimes for the thrill of it, but she doesn't genuinely believe it. Maybe at first she did, but the longer you're together the more she accepts and acknowledges that you're in an equal partnership.

You get more of a say in what goes on. She still loves to hear you beg to touch her, but it's not as necessary. If you still get on your knees and grovel, it's for sure more than anything.

Sex may not be exciting and new all the time, but Ashe refuses to ever let it feel boring. If she thinks for a second that you're not into it, she'll stop and suggest trying something different.

It takes a while for her to lean into the emotional part of things because when Cassidy left, it really messed her up. She hates to "give him credit" for that, but both of you know exactly how deep those scars run.

When Ashe gets herself a new bike, she christens it by fucking you on it. You wondered what took her so long to pick the bike up and why you had to be the only one around when she got back, no clue what she had planned.

She's got an exhibitionist streak, often teasing you in public just to make you wait until you get home to do something about it. It has to be on her terms though because the one time you tried to tease her around other people, it backfired.

Ashe has a mean streak, but you rarely see it. She knows that you're kind of sensitive, so she tries to keep the degradation to a minimum. She also knows just how much you're willing to do to please her, so she tries not to take advantage of that.

Ashe's praise makes you feel like you're on top of the world. You'd push yourself to your absolute limits to hear her tell you how well you're taking her fingers or strap.

Ashe doesn't care much for using a strap-on until you offer to cock warm her one night. You were terrible at staying still and Ashe got absolutely no work done that she needed to, but she was beyond turned on at the way your pussy leaked all over her.

She will tease you about making a mess, but she loves it. Ashe wants to see you gushing around her fingers and onto her face when she's fucking you. Once you start doing that, she won't feel like she's doing things correctly if you aren't.

Cuddles up to you after sex while simultaneously teasing you about being soft. 9 times out of 10, you're the one who has to drag her out of bed to clean up.

Ashe loves to talk and when she starts working with Talon, phone sex becomes a lot more frequent. She doesn't let you come on those jobs, and it's not just so she can call you and give you orders on how to touch yourself.

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Title: Offered

Pairing: Grace Ashcroft x F!Reader

Synopsis: Grace gives you permission to take more than what you usually do.

CW/Tags: Smut. Minors DNI. Top!R. Bottom!Grace. Bondage. Edging.

The view from your balcony was gorgeous. You loved it the most at sunset. The skyline of buildings made a lot of people feel small, but you wanted to see them grow taller. You had grown used to being around the biggest players in any given game, and while Grace saw herself as small and insignificant, you knew better. You knew better than anyone else how important she was, both in proximity to you and away from it.

Your name could get you anywhere you wanted. People may have tried to forget about the horrors Umbrella and Oswald Spencer were behind, but they had never been able to cover you up. The claim that you were just the child of one of their investors was an easy enough lie to make up. A made up name to give a promising experiment a chance at life after the company burned itself to the ground. You had always known exactly who and what you were though, solely so nobody could ever use it against you.

"Did you forget about me?" Grace asked as she stepped in behind you. You had been outside nursing your drink and a cigarette for the better part of 20 minutes. Grace had been in the shower when you got ready. You had asked for her to be waiting for you on the bed when you got home, and usually, she would have been but your eagerness got the better of you. Normally Grace would have had another hour to get herself ready and push away her anxiety.

"Never, just wanted a bit of fresh air. It's been a while since I've had the chance to watch the sun go down from up here. Do you want to go back inside?" Grace shook her head as she pulled you into an embrace. Her grip was light, as if she were afraid of being too heavy handed with you. Grace was always cautious, and it made you wonder if she had seen any of the files Umbrella kept of you. Dr. Wesker had been insistent nobody would ever know, but you remembered how he thought himself to be immortal.

"Time got away from me today," Grace mumbled. You pried her hands away from you and turned around, a small smile on your face. You cupped Grace's cheeks and leaned in to press a kiss to her lips. Grace kissed you back, opening her mouth for a tongue that never came. She seemed confused when you pulled away. Shows of restraint like that were practically unheard of. You had a tendency to take what you wanted. "I meant to be ready when you got here."

"And you would have been if I didn't want to see you so badly. Come on, I've got a new toy for us to play with," you told her. Grace sighed sadly as your hands left her cheeks. You grabbed her wrist and led her into the bedroom. The balcony door stayed open. You'd broadcast the things Grace let you do to her if it wouldn't mortify the woman, so this felt like a good compromise. Nobody would be able to hear you anyway, not with how far above the city you were.

You set your empty glass down before you sat on the bed, where Grace took her spot behind you. She pulled your blazer off of your shoulders and got to work undoing the buttons on your shirt. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back onto her shoulder. Grace stared down at you, a hungry look in her eyes before the little bit of self-restraint she had snapped.

There would be no marks on your skin, no matter how hard Grace bit and sucked at your neck in between kisses. Your heart skipped a beat as Grace's hand moved over your chest. It didn't matter how badly she wanted to touch you like that, she wouldn't do anything until you told her she could. You wouldn't mind, even if you did enjoy the complete obedience Grace exhibited.

"Get in front of me, I'd like to see what you picked for the night," you told her. Grace left you with a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth and a lingering trail of her fingertips along your collarbone. There were goosebumps in the wake of her touch, like something about her specifically set your body off. You knew that it did, that Grace made you feel different in the best way possible.

Standing in front of you now, all of Grace's nerves came back in full force. She hated being looked at, even if there was nothing except for love and adoration in your gaze. Occasionally, she'd catch a glimpse of something darker when you let your thoughts run wild. You had never acted on it, even if you wanted to devour Grace completely.

"What are you thinking about?" Grace asked as she moved onto your lap. She preferred to show off for you like this over anything else. Grace could bury your face in her breasts to avoid making eye contact. You didn't mind it one bit, not when your eyes and mouth were given such soft flesh to explore.

"How absolutely adorable you'd look if I really had my way with you." Your answer was honest and only slightly muffled by Grace's breasts. She grabbed onto the back of your head and pulled you away. You had been uncertain if she heard you for a moment, but the look in Grace's eyes told you everything you needed to know. "Have you been getting bored with me, lovely?"

"Bored? No, never. I just, it always sort of felt like you were holding back. Like you wanted things from me, but never asked," Grace told you. You nodded in confirmation, and Grace let out a little huff of air. You didn't know if it was frustration or relief, but you definitely felt like a small weight had been removed from your shoulders. "I won't break. T-tell me what you want."

"Grace, I'd like to tie you up and make you beg for it like you never have before. I want to break you, baby," you told her. Grace swallowed nervously at your words, but she couldn't hide the interest in her eyes. "Are restraints okay?"

"I trust you," Grace mumbled. You smiled as you leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. It was the last soft kiss you would be able to manage, and both of you seemed to understand it. Grace savored it before she got off of your lap to let you grab all the things you needed. She sat back on the bed, thighs shifting back and forth. You could see it out of the corner of your eyes.

Grace knew that you had a vast collection of toys. She had seen the list of people you had supposedly been with posted in tabloid after tabloid. Everybody kept tabs on you for different reasons. Her clearance had changed after what happened in Raccoon City. Technically, she had been sent to investigate you, but between your interest in her and disinterest in your family's criminal activity, the two of you founded a different relationship. She went back to work in a more remote presence, and you continued your life as normally as possible.

"What is that?" Grace asked as you knelt between her legs.

"Spreader bar to keep your thighs open. Before you ask, both of us know exactly how necessary this is," you teased. Grace blushed at the thought of accidentally crushing your hand or head between her thighs. It didn't happen every single time, but enough that neither of you were surprised anymore. Especially not with Grace going to the gym more often than not nowadays.

"That doesn't really leave a lot of room for you," Grace pointed out. You shrugged it off and motioned for her to hold out her hands. Grace did so a little apprehensively, but you were gentle with tying them up and over her head. You straddled Grace to get her to lay back all the way before you grabbed her jaw to force her to look at you.

"Glasses or no glasses?" You couldn't hide the excitement in your voice.

"No glasses," Grace answered. You gentle pulled them off of her face and set them on the bedside table. They were on Grace's side instead of yours, mainly to save her from waking you up to get them in the morning. She'd need some help moving around the bathroom after to get in the shower, but you were more than happy to guide her around. "Such a gentlewoman."

"You say that now," you joked. Grace gave you a nervous smile that you kissed off of her lips. The sweetness from before was gone. Now you kissed Grace like you wanted to leave her lips bruised. She kissed back just as eagerly, teeth even scraping against your bottom lip when you pulled away.

There was a look of pride in your eyes when you looked at Grace. She had come a long way from the woman you had met months ago. Grace could still be a nervous wreck at any given moment, but you had watched her confidence grow tenfold with a little love and admiration. That confidence, though it could be scarce at times, was unbelievably attractive to you.

"You've got such pretty eyes, and I'd really prefer if you kept them on me Gracie," you told her. Grace's throat bobbed nervously at the nickname, which rarely meant anything good for her. It was always said in teasing jest, and while you planned to tease Grace a lot more than you had before, Grace didn't exactly handle it well. She was sensitive, and the desperation that arose without fail embarrassed her. Still, you wanted this and had prepared to bring her out of whatever negative space she found herself in after. "If we need to stop, you know what to do."

"Yes ma'am." Grace's tone was honest, even if she wasn't trying to win any favors with you. Grace reminded herself of just how much she trusted you as you slipped off of the bed. She realized in the seconds you were away from her how vulnerable Grace had left herself. Restraints were rare for the two of you, but Grace had been open to trying them as she moved past more and more of her trauma.

"I can't believe how lucky I am," you muttered under your breath as you turned back to face Grace. You didn't draw attention to the toy in your hands, but Grace saw it. She wasn't a stranger to toys, but this one looked expensive. It was sleek and simple in a way that she had learned screamed wealth from you. She was pretty sure that it was new because Grace had never seen it before and wondered for a moment how much money you had spent just for this moment.

Grace kept her eyes on the toy and your hands as you positioned it between her legs. Your eyes were focused solely on her face, watching for the slightest hint of hesitation. Grace needed to relax a little more before you'd let it spring to life, but she was tense in such close proximity to you. You wanted to kneel between her legs for the closest look possible, but you moved back to sit and watch from about halfway across the room. You sat back in an arm chair that sat facing the bed, already having expected Grace to need a little help with her nerves.

"You're so far away. I can't touch you," Grace pouted. She wouldn't have been able to touch you up close. Her hands were tied up above her head, but that was more to keep herself from finishing herself off. You knew from experience that Grace would touch herself if you tried to deny her pleasure. It could be intoxicating to watch at times, but tonight you wanted to watch her completely fall apart before you let her have her release.

"We've got all night for me to make my way over to you," you reminded her. Grace's eyes widened at the comment, as if she hadn't thought of how long you might take with her. You waited for her eyes to meet yours again, a question on the tip of her tongue, before you finally switched the toy on. Grace's words jumbled up before they could get out, and all you could hear was a small, broken whimper.

Grace's movement was highly restricted, but you could see the way she shifted around. She wasn't subtle, a blush on her cheeks as the angle was finally just right for her. You let the intensity of the toy roll in waves. It was cruel, but you had been building at this for a while now. You tried to remember just how much would make Grace feel like she was floating up in the clouds before halting it to a maddeningly slower and softer setting.

True to your word, you made your way closer and closer. The darker the patch on her underwear got, the closer you moved in. Patience was a virtue you were working on, but the fact that you had yet to rip Grace's underwear off of her to devour her was a testament to your progress. Grace was on the verge of tears as you once again lowered the settings to a gentle hum.

"You're so close, but you're not doing anything. I'm so close," Grace cried out. She was on the verge of snapping. You didn't know if she'd cry or lash out first, but you were okay with either. You just hoped that it wouldn't come to a complete stop. Grace was probably too close for that, you could smell her arousal as it soaked through the bedding beneath her. Arousal, not cum, you reminded yourself as you watched Grace's thighs twitch. "I didn't think it'd be like this when I said yes. Th-this is torture."

"Do you want me to end it? I could make you cum so hard you black out, but then I won't be touching you anymore and our night would be over. That sounds so sad, but we could keep going Grace. I know you can take it," you offered. It was barely a negotiation and both of you knew it. Grace clenched her fists above her head and tried to pull off of the toy. "Is that uncomfortable? We can keep going without it too. That lace is soaked enough I bet it'd like away like nothing."

Grace tried to open her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You could hear the hoarse crackling in the back of her throat. She had been making so many pretty noises for the past couple of hours for you. Grace was exhausted, but she kept going because of the loving stare you gave her. She would put herself through absolute hell to make you happy, so you decided to take pity on her.

You pulled the toy away and tugged at the lace that had been pressed against her cunt. It was ruined and ripped away with the ease you had expected. Grace jumped when you teasingly blew a little air over her clit. You understood it well enough as a request to stop. She relaxed a little more with your arms around her thighs, so you decided to end her waiting.

Grace could make a mess of your face on a night when she wasn't dripping everywhere. You had never met anyone who got as wet as Grace, and this felt obscene. If you hadn't watched it happen yourself, you would have accused her of faking it. The wetness more than made up for the lack of noise, even as you could Grace clench against your probing tongue. She rarely came without a little more stimulation to her clit, but you had worked her up enough that the smallest bit of your touch had her tumbling over the edge.

Tears soaked the pillow Grace had pressed the side of her face against. You could feel them flowing when you leaned over her to undo the ties around her wrist. Grace didn't seem to care about the spreader bar between her legs as she wrapped her arms around your body. You turned her face towards you for a kiss, one that Grace could barely respond to.

"Hey, are you okay?" The concern in your eyes and voice made Grace's lip wobble. You wiped away her tears, but they kept coming. Grace nodded in answer to your question despite all of it, but you believed her. These big rushes of emotion didn't happen often, but you were glad Grace trusted you enough not to just run off.

"Feels good, felt good," Grace mumbled. She dropped her head against the pillow and was immediately out like a light. You reluctantly separated yourself from her long enough to tidy up the toys and wipe away what you could with a warm towel. Grace slept through it all, but you were forced to wake her up for the bath. She was still out of it, not that you could blame her. You just hoped that Grace slept throughout the night because you knew how hard a good night's rest came to the blonde.

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Leon Kennedy x Single Mom!Reader Headcanons

Leon meets you when he believes his opportunity for a family has passed. He screwed things up too badly for those things with Claire, and Ada never really felt like an option for the family lifestyle.

You work with the DSO, not directly with Leon, but he had seen you around before Hunnigan and Sherry convinced him to talk to you.

The two of you hit it off pretty quickly, and you're very up front about your kids and reluctance about getting remarried. Leon pushes the marriage thought aside and promises to be patient.

He doesn't push for more for months. You aren't happy with just the dinner dates and occasional hook ups when you find time, so seven months in you ask him to sleep over for the first time.

Leon comes over almost every night your kids are away until the two of you reach a year together. It just so happens to be close to the holidays, so you think it's perfect.

Your ex tries to give you shit when your kids come home talking about "mom's cool new boyfriend" and Leon puts an end to that in a shockingly peaceful way. You think Leon threatened him in a subtle way, but nothing came to blows so you're happy.

Leon takes to fatherhood well, immediately helping where he can without overstepping. He pushes for better communication between you and your ex, which makes co-parenting a lot easier than it had been.

Leon shows your son things his dad hadn't been interested in, but Leon thrives as a girl dad. Your daughter is slightly younger than your son, so Leon gets a taste of getting to raise a little girl before she reaches her teenage years.

You didn't want to get married again until your kids ask if Leon can be their dad. The ceremony is at a courthouse, but you let your daughter help plan the party after in the backyard.

The more Leon steps up, the more you notice your ex kind of distance himself. You worry about how that affects the kids, but Leon makes sure they don't feel unloved for even a second.

He introduces them to all the important people in his life as his kids. He's there for every milestone that he can be without ever asking if you'd be willing to have another.

Leon is more present than you ever could have hoped and even goes as far as to push you to be there more too. You stop having as many late nights at work or taking more than what you can chew. He takes care of you just as much as he takes care of your kids.

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pls pls pls bless us with a long angsty (w possibly age gap, class difference,etc.) fanfic of cassandra kiramman x reader! Thanks love

hope you liked the angst.

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Title: Conditional

Pairing: Cassandra Kiramman x F!Reader

Synopsis: Cassandra learns something about you that ends your relationship.

CW/Tags: Age-gap centric. Angst.

Cassandra had always prided herself on being among the best. She had always been an overachiever whether it be top marks in her classes, marrying into one of the most powerful families in Piltover, or taking up the mantle as head of the city's council. Cassandra had never busied herself with the trivial ongoings of the other housewives of Piltover because she had always seen herself as leagues above them. Maybe if she had tapped into things a little better, she would have realized how much like them she really was.

Affairs were nothing new to Piltover's high society types. Your own parents hadn't been faithful since you were a baby. Cassandra's own marriage was loving, but that didn't mean it wasn't without its secrets. Eventually, you became one of those secrets. Cassandra had been diligent at first in keeping you away, something you learned hadn't been necessary at all.

Tobias seemed to know exactly why you were there when Cassandra invited you over. The councilwoman and her husband did patron a lot of university students and you wondered if maybe one or two were for his amusement as well. Not even Caitlyn seemed all that surprised when she walked in on you cozying up to Cassandra over a cup of tea that wound up forgotten on the table for the taste of one another's lips.

"Cassandra, there's a letter for you!" Tobias shouted from outside of her bedroom door. You nearly scrambled to cover yourself when Cassandra just waltzed over to answer the door without a care. You didn't want to place yourself in the sort of marriage with extra partners, but you hoped that the woman you married could carry herself like Cassandra Kiramman.

"Thank you dear," Cassandra said. You averted your eyes at the chaste kiss she gave him. There was an apologetic look on her face, as if she was attempting to seem sorry for kissing her own husband. It was a childish surge of jealousy followed by a pang of guilt that made you wish your heart would stop beating so loudly for a married woman. "Oh, it's from your family's estate. Interesting, I was fully convinced your mother hated me."

"She probably does, but that woman hates everyone. It's just about my birthday celebration. She thinks that 20 is a big one, so she's invited a quarter of the damn city's population. Apparently, even the Medardas received an invitation," you scoffed. You were too busy ranting about your mother's extravagant guest list to notice the way Cassandra tensed up when you revealed your age.

Cassandra had known you were younger, she had working eyes after all but she assumed you were older than just 20. Technically, you weren't even 20 yet, making you multiple years younger than Caitlyn. Suddenly, Cassandra felt sick at the sight of you laid up in her bed. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had done something egregious. It wasn't until Cassandra began to pace around the room with a paling complexion that you noticed anything was wrong.

"Cass?" Her eyes darted over towards you the moment you spoke. You looked so small and scared, wrapped up in one of her blankets. You were young, too young to know better in Cassandra's mind. She should have been more careful when picking a partner. She shouldn't have prowled the university like a predator, but your brilliance made you seem wise beyond your years. "D-did I do something wrong?"

"You've done nothing dear, but I think it's best if you leave. T-there's something I forgot needed my attention today. Send your mother my regards on not being able to attend your party," Cassandra told you. It felt oddly formal, and you could tell that something had broken between the two of you.

"Bullshit, you cleared your schedule. What's this about?" you asked her. Cassandra's hands shook as she ran them through her hair. "Talk to me, maybe we can fix this. If it's about my mother, I won't even be at the estate much longer."

"It's not about your mother, I didn't know. M-maybe I did and I just wanted to ignore it. Fuck, Tobias and I were probably teaching Caitlyn how to read when you were born. I can't do this anymore, you're too young, it's wrong. It's disgusting."

"It's not disgusting that I love you," you tried to argue. Tears prickled at your eyes before falling openly.

"You don't know anything, you're a stupid child! You think this is fine, but it isn't. Get out of here please. Find someone closer to your own age, maybe work out whatever made you think you love me," Cassandra said. Her words were harsh, but it did the trick in getting you out. You scurried out of the Kiramman mansion without ever wanting to see Cassandra again. You were embarrassed, but there wasn't a soul in your life you felt like you could talk to about it, so you just ran until you found yourself somewhere that you'd never run into Cassandra, Zaun.