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total perv... (price edition)
warnings: price x fem!reader (technically gn!reader), age gap (r is 19+, price is 40+), corruption kink, dacryphilia, praise kink, teasing, free use, size kink, mentions of price recording you and showing the videos to his taskmates, but still possesive!price >:3
a/n: idk he makes me feel things… anyways, enjoy! totally proofread...! (⌒ω⌒)
pervy!older bf!price who is seriously infatuated with the fact that you’re so much more inexperienced than he is. obsessed with how innocent and naÏve you are when he guides you through your first time, not even being able to take his entire length, let alone even half of him.
pervy!older bf!price who loves making you cry from the sheer amount of pleasure you experience when you’re alone together.
pervy!older bf!price who always has a hand on you when you’re out in public. he often has you on his lap, occasionally bouncing his leg, causing the slightest amount of friction to rub against you.
pervy!older bf!price who has bent you over almost every surface in your house. the bed, the couch, the kitchen table, the island in the kitchen, the washing machine (and the dryer!), the outside furniture out on the patio… okay, maybe he’s bent you over every single surface inside (and outside) of your house.
pervy!older bf!price who never forgets to press record on his phone when he’s using your mouth so he can show it to his taskmates back at base, always stopping the recording before it gets to the part where you’re absolutely ruined. gagging and coughing from his tip abusing the back of your throat.
pervy!older bf!price who tells you how you’re always such a ‘good girl’ and ‘a pretty little thing’ for him. loves watching your face turn a rosy color as he calls you the most adorable (and kinda dorky) petnames.
pervy!older bf!price who is obsessed with how small you are compared to him. he loves standing up against you when you’re brushing your teeth, cooking, or even just standing there. he becomes fixated on his broad chest pressed against your small-framed back, and how easily he can wrap his muscular arms around you and pick you up. he can’t help but point out things like his large, veiny forearms next to your delicate arms when the two of you hold hands.
pervy!older bf!price who gropes you in front of the rest of the guys. showing you off like you’re some kind of prize he won. reaching under your clothes at neighborhood barbecues, pulling you back into him and cupping your tits, kneading them.
pervy!older bf!price who douses all your pretty clothes in his cologne in order to keep those boys of his away from you.
pervy!older bf!price who needs to be inside you in order to get all his paperwork out of the way. sometimes it lasts for a couple hours, sometimes all day. but he always finishes just in time to thrust up into your small stature.
pervy!older bf!price who makes sure to tell you all about how great you are, how you've made him a better person, and overall how much he loves and appreciates you :)
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#mw2#call of duty#task force 141#price mw2#captain john price#john price#captain price#price#john price headcanons#price headcanons#captain price headcanons#john price x you#john price x reader#captain price x reader#price x reader#price x you#captain price x you#john price x y/n#𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐨 ୧ *.˚₊
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hockey!abby driving drunk!reader home
the low hum of abby’s chevy blazer vibrated against your head.
you groan as you sit up and turn to see someone's hand on the wheel, a familiar jacket on the arm of the person. as the vehicle approaches each streetlight, the glow illuminated abby's golden hair and you let out a relieved breath.
"you awake?" the person asked, intentionally not trying to be too loud. she'd informed you that she was in fact, abby, the girl who stays in the dorm across the hall from yours, and that she was taking you home. "i wasn't gonna let you walk home in this weather, sweetheart."
through your pounding headache and the not-so-good feeling in your stomach, you were able to mutter a simple "thanks," crossing your legs and making sure not to step on her hockey skates. abby notices and tells you not to worry about stepping on them, "i gotta get a new pair soon."
you watched the streetlights come and go until abby pulled into the parking garage of the building you both live in.
"oh- i threw your purse in the backseat," she says as if she was reminding herself. the cropped hem of her shirt rose, exposing the matching dirty-blonde-colored happy trail that led your eyes down to her plaid blue boxers.
"oh god.." you muttered to yourself, pressing your thighs together.
"you ready?" abby asks. you nod.
by the time you both got to the elevator, your legs felt like jelly. you could barely stand to wait for the doors to open. "here," abby took your purse from you and threw it on her shoulder, "hop on." she continued, crouching for her to piggyback you back to your dorm. stumbling forward a bit and groaning, you reluctantly agreed.
"there you go, i gotcha."
walking down the hall with you on her back, your head resting on her shoulder and arms resting on her chest, she adjusts her hands that are resting on your ass (which totally wasn't some excuse to touch it- whaattt..), you were too out of it to even notice.
glimpses of abby's midriff had already begun to plague your mind. so much so that you hadn't even realized that abby had carried you all the way to your door, which was not your intent, but abby obviously didn't mind carrying such a pretty girl on her back.
the two of you said goodnight and abby waited for you to go inside before she headed towards hers.
"abby, wait!" before she could make it across the hall, you came scurrying toward her.
"thank you- for making sure i got home safely," you said, slurring your words slightly. standing on your tippy-toes, you leaned toward the much taller woman and placed a soft peck upon her cheek.
"you're welcome, pretty girl."
previous hockey!abby work | masterlist
p.s. send hockey!abby reqs pls….
#hockey!abby#hockey!abbyanderson#abby anderson fluff#abby x fem!reader#abby anderson headcanons#abby the last of us 2#abby anderson fanfic#abby anderson smut#abby anderson drabble#abby anderson x reader#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby anderson#tlou#tlou2#the last of us fanfiction#the last of us#the last of us 2#lesbian#wlw#sapphic#𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐨 ୧ *.˚₊
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hockey!abby x f!reader note: i'm a simple person, i like abby, i like hockey..... drools sfw, 721 words
abby is the star hockey player, and newly appointed captain on the ice hockey team associated with your guys’ university
it was truly amazing how well she ended up playing in the semi-finals when you were in the lower bowl of the arena, wearing her teams’ jerseys.
during the break, after 2nd period ended, you caught her staring in your direction from the bench when you looked up from your phone.
she sat with her elbows propped up on her thighs. her cheeks were painted a rosy color and she was huffing up a storm from the previous altercation on the rink.
she sported her signature French braid and her baby hairs stuck to her glistening forehead.
when you looked back up from your phone, it seemed as though her eyes widened and the next thing you saw was her braid whip around as she seemed to turn her head the opposite way quickly.
you’d never talked to her in person before, but apparently, everyone else who attended your guys’ college was familiar with her.
from what everyone in your dorm was saying, she’s somewhat of the “playboy” type 🤨
abby was dazzled by you, to say the least.
she’d first seen you at what you guys later figured out was a mutual friend’s band gig.
the set was amazing btw.
she’d seen you from across the room dancing with your friend in the back of the basement-like location nonstop since the band had started playing.
she studied your facial expressions from the doorway she was leaning against. the way your hips swayed to the rhythm of the song. how your smile didn’t fade for the entire night and your eyebrows scrunched a little when you were really into one of the band’s songs.
before abby could make her way over to you after the set, you and the person you came with were already gone.
abby had tried asking around if anyone at the event knew you but unfortunately, no one said they did.
she was lowkey a #stalker..
the weekend after the semi-finals, the first time you’d both crossed paths, you had a psych exam at 07:30 in the morning.
abby had just been transferred to your dorm hall and was moving her things into the room diagonal to yours.
she’d grown tired of the roommates she had and decided to move into a single dorm to finish out the rest of her junior year in uni.
you were outside your door, rummaging through your bag for your keys that you could’ve sworn you through in there last night.
as soon as abby came out of her dorm, she froze. she couldn’t believe who was in front of her.
her eyes went wide as she gazed at you from her side of the hall.
be cool, abby, she thought to herself.
she couldn’t help but chuckle when she heard you curse under your breath.
“are you lookin’ for those?”
you jumped at the sudden sound of someone talking behind you.
you look back, surprised to see the hockey player leaning against her door, arms crossed, and with a sly-looking smile on her face.
she motioned toward to floor.
when your tilt her head towards where she was pointing, you saw your keys. they’d fallen by your feet while you were rushing to get to your class.
“oh! thank you!” you smiled, picking up your keys and locking your door.
“so uh.. where’re you headed? it’s pretty early,” abby asked, now stepping toward you.
“oh i have a psych exam- I HAVE A PSYCH EXAM!” you realized what you were originally rushing out of your dorm for in the first place.
looking down at your phone- 07:14 AM- it took you around 10 minutes to walk to the building in which your professor said to meet for the test.
“i’m sooo sorry, i have to go!” you quickly announced to the woman.
you were practically sprinting out the door before abby had any time to say another word!
but fret not! abby totally took a long glance at your ass before you were out the door ;)
perhaps if i feel like it, i'll make multiple parts to this cuz i really like the trope, but this piece didn't have that much to do with hockey itself :( BUT IDK YET!! lemme know guys.... 😰
#hockey!abbyanderson#hockey!abby#abby anderson#abby anderson headcanons#abby tlou#abby tlou2#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x fem reader#abby the last of us#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson smut#lesbian#wlw#sapphic#lesbianism#𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐨 ୧ *.˚₊
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it’s so sweet..
(っ╹ᆺ╹)っ♡
warnings: older!experienced!price x fem!reader, reader is a virgin/inexperienced, unprotected sex (don’t try that one at home), soft dom!price, virginity loss (but it’s not made a big deal), praising, fingering (r!receiving), reader calls price “sir” a couple of times maybe if you squint teehee, consent checks bc those are cool & awesome, price encouraging and reassuring the reader, price is the aftercare god
a/n: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ORIGINAL REQUEST😭 but here it issss!!!! :D also i love cigarettes after sex🤘🏽 ALSO, not proofread, pls don't come for me..
for @coqvttes <3
���are you sure about this, sweetheart?” you hear john murmur… again. he lifts his head up from between your legs, his hands still gripping the undersides of you thighs.
“mhm!” you huff out, your chest heaving, slightly frustrated at the fact that he’s asked if you’re ready/if you’re okay with what he’s doing over a dozen times.
“use your words, lovie..” he whispers, peppering your inner thighs with slow, loving kisses.
your slight frustration increases. but before you get the chance to mutter out a “yes,” you can already feel his large fingers and you let a small gasp leave your lips.
he’s so gentle with you. he waits for you to act on his request when he starts to lightly circle his thumb which had moved up to press down on your puffy clit.
he’s been taking his time, allowing you to cum on his fingers two to three times, you’d honestly forgotten by now.
“yes, please- ..wanna feel your fingers,” you pout, looking down at him, his eyes prepared to meet yours.
he nods his head, acknowledging your words. but he continues to rub both your entrance and your clit with a painfully slow rhythm.
“sir, please..” you whine. your eagerness earning a soft chuckle from your huge boyfriend
as soon as those words your mouth, he pushes a finger into you, making sure he’s not pushing in too fast or harshly.
he makes sure to listen and watch for any sounds or an indication that you’re uncomfortable or in any pain. when you ask him to speed up, he does so reluctantly, asking if you’re okay with the pace.
by the time he makes you cum for the third time (fourth?) you’re whimpering and your legs are left trembling, but you felt… empty. you grew needy and needed more of him. you needed him to be closer to you. you needed him inside you.
you whimper a faint “want you inside me,” as john moves up, kissing and caressing your stomach and waist, an occasional nips at your plush skin making you gasp and jump against him.
he looks up at you, his eyes seemed to darken as he stared into your eyes, a smirk forming on his lips. as he moves up to kiss you, he feels his way up towards your nipples. pinching and tugging at them, prompting you to squirm and whimper while his lips are pressed against yours.
“mm, sorry i didn’t hear you, could’you repeat that, lovie?” he teases, placing fuzzy pecks on your lips and face. he’s not even trying to hide that huge grin he has on his face.
you groan and wrap your arms and legs around him, trapping him in a prison built from you limps. “please sir… i need you inside me..” you whisper into his ear, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
“aw, such a good girl for me.. so polite.” he chuckles some more, squeezing you back.
his beard tickles you as he moves away from you in order to remove his pants that had been growing ever so tightly on him.
“are you sure, sweetheart? we can always do this another-“ johns voice is cut off by the sound of yours, “yes! please, sir, need to feel your cock!” you insist, gripping his arms, urging for him to push into you.
“okay, okay, baby, just don’t wanna hurt’ya.” he affirms, his tip pressing into you.
as he pushes into you, your breath hitches. you feel his length stretching you, molding your cunt to his cock. “that’s it.. ohh such a good girl.” he groans in between ever couple words, doubting whether or not his entire length will fit.
looking down at you, he asks once more “is this okay?” with your chest heaving faster now, you can’t seem to regain the ability to form full sentences at the moment.
“uh-huh! yea!”
after a few minutes of him encouraging you, john begins to steadily rock his hips against yours. you can’t help but let out a few whimpers and moans, mainly focusing on that feeling building inside you.
“i’m gonna-“ john cuts you off, moaning, “me too, lovie.”
he caresses your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your soft skin.
“go ahead babygirl, cum for me.” he notices you beginning to squeeze down on him. “atta girl.. i got’ya..”
he’s now gripping your hips hard. not hard enough to really hurt you, but maybe a pair of blue and purple handprints imprinted in your skin after.
he’s so close. the lewd smacking sound filling the room, along with moans and whimpers coming from the both of you aren’t helping him resist pump you full of his load.
after a few more thrusts, your cunt eventually clamps down on his cock, causing him to groan as his thrusts get sloppier.
with your mouth agape, allowing every dirty sound to came out of your mouth, your body tenses and your legs begin to shake. you can’t help but let all your moans flow from your mouth.
you feel john’s warmth fill you, his length still twitching inside your cunt.
“my girl did so good for me..” he exhales, kissing your temple and caressing your hair. “i’m pullin’ out now, sweetheart,” he warns.
you whine, not wanting to feel empty again, “sorry baby, but in order for me to help you clean up, i gotta pull out.” he adds.
after returning from the bathroom with a washcloth and a cup of water, he helps clean you up, he then helps you pick out a pair of pajamas after carrying you to the toilet (always pee after sex!).
“here.” he says, handing you the water, “drink, please. and you did. “more, sweetheart.” he instructs. and you did.
the rest of the night, you guys ate snacks (which you swear, he always ends up eating all the ones you wanted before you have the chance to do so) and watched your favorite shows.
before you drift off to sleep, you hear john telling you how proud of you he was and how you did such a good job taking him. he then kisses your forehead, continuing to rub your back, and humming slightly, making sure you rest before the next morning.
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#cod x reader smut#cod x reader#cod smut#mw2 smut#ghost cod mw2#price smut#john price x reader#john price x reader smut#price cod#price mw2#price cod mw2#˗ ˏˋ 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬 ˎˊ˗#˗ˏˋ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 ˎˊ˗#𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐨 ୧ *.˚₊
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ellie & abby w/ a latina partner
warnings: fluff! , fem!reader + r is latina ;)
a/n: in honor of hispanic heritage month!!!! we blowin’ this bitch up. with my headcanons, that is. mostly mexican headcanons (for the reader), because that’s really the only dialect/tradition & cultural that i know ┐( ˘ 、 ˘ )┌
also, SUPPORT HISPANIC/LATINO WRITERS, ARTISTS, AND BUSINESSES!!!! or else... >:(
abby WOULD DEFINITELY try learning spanish. she’d pick it up here and there because of manny, but the farther you guys develop into the relationship, the more she wants to immerse herself within your culture and your language.
and dare i say it, but she’s pretty darn good at speaking spanish.
the first time she speaks spanish to you, it catches you off guard.
you’d come home from your day out with your friends and she’d just peek out from around the corner like, “mi amor, que pasa?”
“Q-QUE?! WHAT?”
“WHAT?! did i say something wrong, babe?” she asks, a frown forming on her face.
“oh no, mi corazon, you just caught me off guard!” you smile, reaching up to caress her rosy cheeks, “have you finally been pickin’ up what i’ve been puttin’ down, abs?”
she scoffs playfully, “supongo, reinita.”
"okay white girlllll~"
abby would love helping you in the kitchen, cooking up your favorite traditional meals.
but sometimes she’d make a mistake, putting the wrong seasoning in the rice, overcooking the beans, or burning the tortillas. (😭) and you’d temporarily ban her form the kitchen, meaning she’d only be able to watch you.
but every once in a while, she’d remind you about the mole or the broth for the caldo de res.
you’re grateful she reminds you and she’s just happy to be of service.
if you’re not mexican specifically, she’d most likely start arguments between you and manny about the differences in the dialects and slang since she’s not too familiar with the other latin slang out there. but she does her best
if you happen to be brazilian, she’ll do her best to research and become more familiar with the portuguese language and the brazilian culture.
if you’re haitian, she’ll love learning creole and/or french for you since she’s more familiar with french. (i have a feeling she’s had french lessons in the past/someone she knew was french so she learned it from them!)
ellie BUTCHERS the FUCK outta some words in spanish. like she genuinely CANNOT pronounce “cuatro.” like…
but it’s okay because you know what she’s trying to say…. most of the time.
“quieres comer, mamashita?" with heavy pronunciation on the “shi” sound.
you stare at her for a moment, trying to figure out if she’s be funny or not. “what?”
“what?” she replies
“baby thats not-“
ellie is banned from the kitchen. permanently. she is not allowed anywhere NEAR that bigass pot on the stove.
when you find her sneaking into the kitchen when she’s trying to steal a tamale, you can’t help but giggle as you try and drag her away from the stove.
“ellie i already told you twice!- you can't be in here!!”
“YOU CANT MAKE ME!”
*insert that meme of the kid running away w/ the knife*
ellie LOVES dancing with you. whether its cumbia, salsa, bachata, or samba, ellie is IN IT!
i think cumbias her fave (bc it’s my fav). and she’s the best at it.
whenever she’s invited to the carne asada, she’s the only one that all your cousins, your tias, and your abuela want to dance with.
by the 9th-10th song, she’s already complaining about how she’s ready to go to sleep (and she does in your old room at your family’s house) and how she underestimated your grandma’s stamina.
mi amor, que pasa? = my love, what’s going on/how are you?
mi corazon = my heart
supongo, mi reinita = i guess, my little queen
quieres comer? = do you want to eat?
constructive criticism is appreciated !!!
#basically a self insert fic#hispanic heritage month#tlou#tlou2#tlou x reader#tlou ellie#tlou abby#ellie tlou#abby tlou#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x you#abby anderson#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x y/n#ellie williams x y/n#latina!reader#ellie the last of us#abby the last of us#𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐨 ୧ *.˚₊
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ticket to ride
thinkin' bout whispering the sweetest things in abby’s ear while thigh riding.
“aw, my girl’s doin’ so well for me. so well..” the words slip from your tongue, prompting abby to grind herself harder into your leg, short and hushed breaths leaving her lips.
your nails dig into her hips, guiding them down onto yourself. her naked body is pressed against your clothed body, her chest glistening with a thin layer of sweat from going at it for a while.
the words spilling from abbys mouth are slurred and oh so whiney.
“feels s’good- please, please lemme cum,” her begging causes you to slow her hips down to a pace that abby had later described as “unbearable and cruel.”
“shh-shh, baby” you cooed, gripping her chin, bringing her face closer to yours. “my baby’s all pent up, huh?”
her whines get louder when you bounce your leg slightly under her, “i can’t- m’gonna cum”
picking up the speed, abby’s back arches even more, her perfect tits moving in front of your face. when when your hand reaches up to pinch one of her nipple, she can’t help but yelp at your touch.
“m’cumming!- m’cumming”
“yes, baby, cum for me.” you utter, keeping your hands on her hips, nails digging into her soft porcelain skin.
you look up to see a slack-jawed abby. her eyes closed, legs trembling against your thigh. for a moment she went quiet, her hands gripping your shoulders tightly.
when she finally came to, she let out a low mewl, her body falling gently against yours.
“atta girl.. did so good for me, baby.” you whisper against her chest, your hand once again reaching up, carresing her soft blonde hair this time.
she hums softly, lifting up your chin to kiss you.
you guys stay like that for a while before getting in the bath together. you shampooed, conditioned, and scrubbed her back of course, taking care of your sweet girl before ordering food, watching a movie, and sleeping soundly, tangled in each others arms.
guys :((
#i NEED to take care of her#IMMEDIATELY#ugh#free abby#she aint neva done nothing#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby tlou#tlou part 2#tlou x reader#tlou2#abby anderson hcs#queer#abby anderson x reader smut#abby anderson smut#tlou x reader smut#𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐨 ୧ *.˚₊
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ellie w. hcs :3
bc im seeing them everywhere and i need to put in my 2¢. thank you. (also not proofread :P)
⋆ biggest hayley kiyoko fan for like 3 years (the intro to ‘girls like girls’ was her ringtone when she was 14). would beg joel to take her to random record stores that they passed by just to see if they had any hayley kiyoko cds.
⋆ because of joel, she listens to a lot of 70s-90s dad rock.
⋆ can’t drive for shit. like literally she’s not allowed to drive without her glasses
⋆ she needs glasses btw. she doesn’t wear them because she’s already too much of a loser. but when she does where them, you tease her endlessly about them.
⋆ can and will sleep on the floor whenever prompted. no blankets, no pillows needed. just her and the floor.
⋆ isn’t allowed to drink any sort of energy drinks on account of a previous incident that had to do with about 3 cans of redbull and 2 large cans of the ‘Java Monster.’
⋆ isn’t allowed to own small pets (like gerbils, guinea pigs, hamsters, etc.) because she’d definitely forget about them.
⋆ owns big dogs. great danes, newfoundlands, irish wolfhounds, mastiffs, st bernards, YOU NAME IT, SHE HAS IT (or has had it)
⋆ when she’s older, i feel like she’d be like one of those white people who has 192793999 dogs for no reason
⋆ since her mannerisms are so much like joels, you guys argue playfully all the time about how things should be done, often bringing others into it too.
“jesse, tell her!” he flips her phone screen around to reveal a very tired jesse, “it’s 1AM, ellie-“
“TELL HER!”
⋆ i feel like at random times, she’ll just grab your boob(s). i don’t know why and you’ve never said anything about it, so she hasn’t stopped…… very handsy….
⋆ audibly goes “honk honk!” almost every time she gives ‘em a squeeze.
⋆ she’s a really sloppy kisser. not like boy-sloppy, but like the hot, messy, girl sloppy bc that sounds better and honestly i think her kisses would be the best.
⋆ she was one of those kids who’d eat dirt and find bugs all the time
because of this, she’s the designated bug killer/bug-getter-outter…. idk
⋆ she’s the worst drunk you know.
like literally sssoooooooooo messy oh my god. but you love her nonetheless :)
she’s soo clingy, and, touchy (like more than usual), but also much more emotional and sensitive than usual when she’s drunk or when she’s sick.
⋆ ellie tends to be quite difficult when she’s sick. BUT! you make it work bc you love her and she loves you :>
when you bring ellie her favorite drink from her favorite coffee shop, you literally have to fight her to be able to get out the front door. when you get up to serve her lunch, you’ve got to peel her off of you because she refuses to let you leave her side. when you go and get the medicine she says she doesn’t need…. you guessed it, she fights for you to stay in bed next to her.
“babe, what if i die right here, when you leave- like- BABE PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME-“ she bewails, crossing her arms and huffing at the sight of you leaving her.
⋆ when you catch her playing her guitar, she sometimes gets all shy and plays the wrong chords n stuff.
“don’t LOOK! >:(” she says, gripping the body of her guitar, glaring in your direction.
“oh!- okay” you say, throwing your hands up in a playful manner, giggling.
⋆ but the times where she’s not shy about playing in front of you, she’ll ask you if you want to play.
“do you uh- maybe wanna play? i could teach you” she suggests, gesturing toward the stringed instrument.
but then after, she’d tease you about your finger placement :(
“i said the fourth fret, girl, not the second, or, the third!” she says, in between laughs.
“well fourth from the top or the bottom?!” you scoffed, looking at her, still puzzled.
she knows your trying your best but it’s still fun to poke at you when she can >:)
constructive criticism is appreciated !!!
#queer#wlw#the last of us#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams fanfiction#ellie tlou2#ellie williams#ellie williams fluff#ellie x fem reader#ellie x you#ellie x reader#ellie the last of us#ellie williams hcs#tlou 2#ellie tlou#ellie fluff#tlou fluff#fluff#𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐨 ୧ *.˚₊
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we've got a date!
date night + morning with ellie! (+ a couple headcanons)
warnings: fluff! fem!reader (reader wears a dress & heels), modern au???? kinda, not really, but STILL! IDK!!! ALSO, mentions of pot/weed/reefer/mary jane/ganja... u know ;)
a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for WEEKS! like seriously.. i forgot about it… also ty for 100+ followers?? i’ve only had this acc for a few weeks? sooooo ty!!! (´ヮ`)ノ*: ・゚
getting ready for date night with ellie takes longer than the date itself!
she always wants you to do her hair (she picks the same style almost every time) and her makeup (usually a little bit of concealer, dark eyeshadow, some mascara, and more often than not, a dark-reddish lip tint/lipstick)
but of course, it’s all an act to get you to be close to her and so she can get a good look at you :)
by the time you’re finished getting the both of yourselves ready, it’ll be too late to go to the fancy restaurant that you‘d had a reservation for.
“it’s fine, babe. we’ll stay in.” she says, her head tilting as she studies the way your dress hugs your waist and your hips, a grin forming on her face. “yea… we’ll definitely stay in.”
the one time you guys end up being ready on time, she wears a loose-fitting suit (becuz she’s classy like that), she prefers the darker shades to match with the makeup you did for her.
her accessories include TONS of rings, including the matching promise ring that she’d gotten for the two of you. i feel like she has 2 silver necklaces, one being a sorta chunky silver chain and a heart locket with a picture of you in it :(
and guys…. wouldn’t it be so fun and so silly and goofy if ellie wore matching underwear set with the reader? like….. HELLO?
during dinner (whether it’s at home or at the actual restaurant), she’s always staring at you, into your eyes, at your hair, at your body. 'god, she’s gorgeous.' she thinks to herself, watching as you eat your food. 'fuck.. i'm so lucky to have her.'
omg ellie has PAGES and PAGES dedicated to you in her notebook. if she could fill up her entire notebook with drawings, poems, and little details about you, she would. but obviously she can’t because she needs it for her missions, and it’s best to travel lightly on them.
periodically, you’ll look up to see her sketching in her notebook. but when you try to take a peak, she covers up her pages with her hands. “babe!!” you whine, “let me see!!!” she groans and places her notebook in your hands.
as soon as your eyes hit the pages, you see detailed and pretty accurate drawings.. of you. “are these all me, ellie?” you gasp, and look up at her. she’s already looking away, a flustered and palming the back of her neck.
she mumbles something under her breath, but you can’t quite make out what. “what? i can’t hear you..” you reply to her mumbling. “i said… yes.” she responds, turning to face you, her freckled cheeks still flushed.
as soon as the two of you leave and get home, you shower her with kisses, placing your lips all over her face, neck, and face (basically wherever you can!)
i feel like ellie would be the type of person to order chicken tenders/a burger at whatever restaurant she’s at. she doesn’t like changing up her orders too often, but she’ll definitely end up eating half of your meal as well :’)
it’s usually super late when the two of you get home. as you set down your stuff, you can feel ellie’s guitar-calloused fingers feel up and down your arms, her lips peppering soft and light kisses against the back of your neck and your shoulders.
“let’s go to bed, angel..” you hear her grumble behind you. she guides you upstairs, her hands placed on your hips, lightly pushing you up the stairs.
ellie LOVES to take care of you. taking your heels off, helping you out of your dress, taking your hair down/putting it up. the whole SHEBANG!! but she’s also a big softie and loves when you return the favor :( she absolutely loves your touch and feeling your soft hands and your delicate fingers gliding up and down her skin.
cuddling with ellie is usually short, but sweet. she likes to be little spoon most of the time, but since she falls asleep so quickly, she almost always ends up wiggling her way out of your grasp.
on the contrary, when you’re little spoon, her grip on you is so tight that you guys wake up the next morning in the same position. and thats how you know the sleep was good.
“so… how would you rate our date?” she asks, her eyes closed, already drifting off to sleep.
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you find yourself waking up the next morning to ellie’s side of the bed empty. “..ellie?” you call out. no response. as soon as you get up and walk halfway down the stairs, your nostrils are hit with a mixing aroma of both pot and…. bacon?
when you spot ellie, she has a spatula in one hand and the other is gripping the handle of the pan. 6 thick slices of bacon dance on the face of the pan as ellie exhales smoke through her nose.
when she finally realizes you were standing at the edge of the counter, she makes her way over to you, slightly blowing smoke into your mouth as she leans in to kiss you “good morning!" she says, taking the joint out of her mouth, and placing a deep kiss on your lips. "mmm my sweet girl.” she hums.
"hey, help me set the table!"
constructive criticism is appreciated !!!
#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams fanfiction#ellie tlou2#ellie williams#ellie williams fluff#ellie x fem reader#ellie x you#wlw#ellie x reader#ellie the last of us#the last of us#tlou 2#ellie tlou#ellie fluff#tlou fluff#fluff#𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐨 ୧ *.˚₊
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Hihi!! May I request some soft sleepytime stuff with leon? 😋
leon sleep hcs :3
warnings: none! pure fluff! awkward!totallywhipped!loser!leon (kinda...)
a/n: tired of writers depicting leon as a freakydeaky daddydom typa guy... when in reality he's a (semi-) normal, awkward guy.... ( ̄︿ ̄) (i will die on this hill).
leon probably snores… like loud, obnoxious snores. almost ALL THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT. he’s like an old man that you have yo turn over to make him stop.
anyways… leon also loves cuddling with you :(( but he’s SOOOO awkward about it. he tries not to breath because he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfy with his breath flowing directly against you face, so he’ll STOP BREATHING (!!?!!???) for long periods of time😭 his heartbeat never losing it’s fast rhythm.
leon is definitely a catdad. he spends insane amounts of money on his 2 cats, both of them being scottish folds :3
“babe look at this cat tree i got for them,” and it’s a FUCKING BUCKINGHAM PALACE CAT TREE. y’know… THE ONE THAT’S LIKE $2,200!!???
“it was the last one in stock!” he continues, one of the cats hanging on his shoulder, the other he’s cradling like an infant in his arms.
leon WILL NOT let you sleep on the bed if the cats were there first.
“BABE! what’re you doing?!-“ he motions towards the 2 felines resting against the silk and satin pillows. “we’re sleeping on the couch.” he smiles, ignoring the irritated look you have on your face “c’mon!”
leon is literally such a dork. a loser, if you will. he’ll tuck you in and make sure you have water, in case you need it in the middle of the night.
he’s so weird too, he’ll be like sound asleep one moment, but then when you open your eyes again 15 seconds later, he’ll be staring at you like:
leon also talks in his sleep. mumbling and groaning in the middle of the night. and like- he only repeats things he hears..
“barack obama was the 44th president chat- he was the 44th presi-“
…dude what.
“i’m ova strokin’ ma dick, i got lotion on my dick, and i’m strokin ma shit-“
when you ask him about it, he’ll be like, “oh yeah… well, did you know barack obama was the 44th president?” and then he’ll carry on with his day as if he doesn’t have the most outrageous dreams….
when he doesn’t have work the following day, HE DOES NOT SLEEP.
“it’s the voices, babe…” he mutters, his eyes glued to his PC, you can hear the minecraft sound effect of blocks breaking and cows mooing. “they’re telling me….. to beat the ender dragon and finally learn how to use redstone…”
when you try to protest, all he responds with is “the grind doesn’t stop for anybody, baby.” with his back still facing you, he lifts his arm to flex a little but immediately brings it back down to rest on the desk, his keys continuing to make a clacking sound as the light from his computer screen lights up the darkened room.
when he finally does go to sleep, it’s usually on the couch. he’s sprawled out and SNORING.
i feel like it’s super hard to wake him up. he’ll be lying on the bed, lifelessly. when you try shaking him/lifting his arm up his body goes limp, almost like those “i thought my cat was dead videos.”
when you’re finally able to wake him up, you’re on the verge of calling 9-1-1. “HOW ARE THE POLICE GONNA COME WHEN THE POLICE IS RIGHT HERE?!” you find yourself talking to the cats. one of them meows, as if she’s responding to your panicked state.
“huh?” you hear a groggy leon, now propped up on his elbows, “hey kitty.” you turn around to see the cats rubbing against leon’s face.
“WHAT THE FUC-“
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#resident evil#resident evil 4#resident evil 6#resident evil x reader#resident evil fluff#resident evil leon#leon scott kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon x reader#leon kennedy fluff#𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐨 ୧ *.˚₊
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modern!abby headcanons
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she’s totally clingy but she tries to be suupper subtle about it.
like she’ll follow you to bathroom just to lean against the doorframe with her arms crossed (mad cuz you left her on the couch by herself) and stare at you like 🙁🧍♀️
you finally break the silence and go, “…what?” then she’s all like “oh- i was just waiting for you to get done so i could use the bathroom..” her eyes avoiding yours.
your guys’ apartment has 2 bathrooms…
she’s a wonderful cook
her specialty is anything with pasta…. it’s true and she told me herself !!!! (real, not fake)
loves wearing crop tops. YEAH I SAID IT. and WHAT?!
usually wears those cropped muscle tanks in order to still get that tank top feel and still show off her muscles ;)
also doesn’t believe in bras. bras r for losers.
she was probably one of those girls in high school who nobody messed with because they thought she was mean. but she’s totally cool ofc.
i don’t think she was a basketball girlie, BUT she was a lacrosse, ice hockey, volleyball, AND probably water polo or- OUUHHHH!!!!!! WRESTLING!!! :D
(ellie was on the basketball and soccer team- but thats a story for another time)
she’s a suffering pre-med/med student. she hates all her professors and classmates, but she gotta do what she gotta dooooo!!!
i feel like she spends a lot of time in her studies,,, DEDICATION!
omg she loves telling you about all about the human body and different illnesses & diseases and how they affect your body.
“the human equivalent to mad cow disease, could actually be creutzfeldt-jakob disease! it completely deteriorates your brain and causes-“
PRAISE!!!!!! she loves it.
will probably never admit it but she loves when you call her a “pretty girl,” “beautiful,” or maybe even “handsome???????”
either a jeep/ford bronco OR a pickup truck lesbian.
either way, the car is definitely one that was passed down from her father and she loves it.
it’s probably like a really muted/faded blue-ish color
if you just so happen to be as tall as her/taller than her (first of all hmu), she’d be kind of competitive with you and you guys would always have silly little quarrels between one another.
“bet you can’t reach the bag of chips all the way up there”
“bet you can’t beat me in limbo”
“bet you can’t beat me to the couch“
if you’re smaller than her, she’ll take the upmost amount of pride taking care of you and making sure you’re getting what you need :)
but she also loves when she gets to feel small around you.
she loves how versatile she can be around you and how your guys’ romance is totally 50/50, meaning both of you put the same-if not more- amount of energy, love, and effort into y’alls relationship :’)
you guys wear each others clothes all the time too. but.
its like she’ll wear your socks n stuff, but like you’ll wear her shirts, pants, hoodies, and literally everything else.
so it’s basically just you guys wearing the same clothes but like you share socks?😭
i feel like she’s most likely one of those people who listens to almost every genre.
but OKAY when it comes to country, she’ll listen to old country stars like marty robbins, johnny cash, dolly, kenny rodgers, etc.
but wouldn’t it be so funny if she was like into some really heavy shit- like imagine her pullin’ up to the gym listening to ‘what color is death’ by acid bath or like ‘mondo medicale’ by impaled… like.
idk just a thought…….😁
she never lets you drive. unless she’s seriously injured or really tired, you’ll always be abby’s passenger princes.
“make sure to put your seatbelt on, baby”
she’s like… A REALLY GOOD DRIVER. and she does that super attractive thing were she turns the wheel with her palm (ykwim?).
her parallel parking is INSANE. in one go, she’ll have the car in the perfect position, in between two other cars. ugh. i love her.
her hand is always resting on your thigh and she occasionally pucker her lips in your direction, wanting a kiss.
she’s not one of those people who road rages, but she definitely gets upset when people are cutting her off and pulling out in front of her just to go slower than the speed limit.
she flips people off too. paying no mind if the people were paying attention to her.
another thing. i feel like she’s actually a pretty good singer. like nobody knows, but she hums you lullabies before napping with you.
same with whistling. she’s a real good whistler :)
HER HANDWRITING is also super good…… it’s not like a font, and it’s not like straight up calligraphy either, but it’s just super pleasing to look at.
especially when she leaves you little notes around the house and doodles little drawings of you and herself (and alice because i love alice. she’s best dog).
a/n: also hey guys i’m not entirely sober while writing this so HOPEFULLY when i wake up tomorrow its not some complete bullshit that is just spent my evening writing.. \(`0`)/ ummmm!!
#i love her bye#live laugh abby#live laugh lesbian#lesbian#queer#wlw#the last of us#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby tlou#tlou part 2#tlou x reader#tlou2#abby anderson hcs#abby anderson blurb#abby anderson headcanons#𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐨 ୧ *.˚₊
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my girls
older!girldad!price x younger!babysitter!reader
warnings: none really…. just price fluff, price has twin daughters bc he’s literally girldad coded and i love him :((( , age gap; price is like in his early-40s, and reader is in her early/mid-20s ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝
a/n: i wanna make this a sorta series kinda thing with multiple parts.......... but PLEASE I NEED MORE IDEAS PLS SEND THEM IN PLEASE-
during your sophomore year of college, you started babysitting for a military captain.
but of course you were sorta skeptical about babysitting for someone you’d only met a few times at your previous job.
price had become a regular at the cafe you had worked at, always ordering the same thing. a small coffee, black. you guys had talked enough to the point where you looked forward to seeing each other almost every morning before john made his way to work.
one morning he’d come in, holding the hands of two small girls who looked almost identical. the only difference. between them was their hair. the girl on his left had long, dark brown hair with bangs. the girl on his right had shorter, messier hair, and she wore glasses.
you watched as they walked up to the counter, hand-in-hand.
“hiii~” your eyes shift over to the girl with longer hair, “hello~” you replied, waving both of your hands at the two girls, eager to learn their names.
“hey y/n-” john chimes in, smiling at you behind the counter, in front of those ipad things that they use at coffee shops these days.
“oh!- these are my daughters! this is marnie,” referring to the girl on the left. she looks up at you, smiling, revealing a front tooth missing. “and this is aurora.” the girl to his left hid behind his leg, waving slightly up at you.
“hello girls!!” price had mentioned his daughters a couple times before, but you’d never met them until that day. you knew immediately that you were going to be verryyyy fond of them :)
it’s been a year and a half since that day.
since then, you’ve earned your own room within the price house, which is actually more convenient than your last place of residence because his house is a 10 minute walk from where the campus was.
at first it started out as you coming to their house to watch the girls while john went to work, while he was away, or even just when he had work he had to get done at home.
but now, you’re a full-time, live-in nanny!
another thing is that john pays you very well. sometimes you feel bad because of how much he does for you and how much freedom you have, but he often assures you that he wants to pay you and he appreciates you a lot.
“no! john-“ you try and give the check back to him, “i’m already living in your home and eating your food!” he shoos away your hands from trying to give his money back, “it’s fiinnee, y/n. i want to. and plus you're not just some nanny.. marnie, aurora, and i we- we consider you to be family!"
you pause, looking up at john, your eyes going wide. “really?”
you guys had only known each other for a year and then some. but family? since you’d cut off all contact with your biological relatives, you never thought that you’d become a part of another.
“yea! yea!” john affirms, “you do a lot around here. you’re so good with the girls and they love you. and i- i, um..” he looks down at the floor, “i’m pretty sure i love you too.”
since john’s friends and coworkers had already suspected that you guys already had a thing going on, it wasn’t much of a surprise when they were invited over to one of john's famous barbecues and the two of you announced that you’d been dating for a while.
���yea, you guys look really happy,” gaz said. “mhmm’s” and “yea’s” were said around the backyard, agreeing.
but when it came to telling aurora and marnie, it was actually quite easier than the both of you expected.
you guys had been sitting at the table, everyone in their designated places.
aurora on your left, and marnie on john’s right. the 4 of you sat across from each other.
“hey, girls.” john cleared his throat, “y/n and i have something to share with the two of you.” the girls look at their father, then at you, at each other, and then back at their father.
surprisingly, aurora was the first of the twins to speak. “are you and daddy boyfriend-girlfriend?” she asks, turning to you, her voice sounding both small and genuinely curious.
“well- i… yes!” you say, turning your head towards john to see his reaction.
before anyone could say anything, aurora stands up on her chair, “I KNEW IT!!!”
“honey- sweetheart get down from there-“ john raises his hands up, ready to catch her if she happens to fall.
all-in-all, the girls already knew as well! for 6 year olds, they sure know a lot! although, you guys didn’t really keep it a secret to begin with.
“do we have to call you mommy now?” aurora asks, her voice remaining small. you turn to her, smiling. “you call me whatever you want, aurora.” you say, not expecting them to immediately accept you, but also kind of hoping they would.
“so-so even stinky poopoo pants?” marnie chimes in, giggling as her dad helps her back down into her seat.
“if that’s what you want to call me, then so be it!” you reply, happy just being able to share moments with your 3 favorite people.
constructive criticism is appreciated!!!
#john price#captain price#call of duty modern warfare#codmw2#call of duty#captain john price#141#tf141#price x reader#price x you#cod fanfic#fluff#cod fluff#fanfiction#mwiii#cod price#mw2 x reader#𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐨 ୧ *.˚₊
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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
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⌗ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘
sleepytime hcs | 'too hot for you'
simon "ghost" riley 一 ghost hcs | 'simon "stubborn" riley'
könig 一 'while you were sleeping...' | ‘total perv…’ (könig edition)
kyle "gaz" garrick 一 sleeptime hcs pt. 2
john price 一 my girls | total perv... (price edition) | it’s so sweet…
keegan p. russ 一 basically keegan hcs...
⌗ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒
ellie w. & abby a. w/ a latina partner (hispanic heritage month post!)
ellie williams 一 'we've got a date!' | ellie w. hcs :3
abby anderson 一 'ticket to ride' | modern!abby hcs | hockey!abby x f!reader | hockey!abby driving drunk!reader home
⌗ 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋
leon s. kennedy — sleepy headcanons :3
⌗ 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
arthur morgan — arthur drabble
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i luh ma horsey and ma horsey luh me
#rdr2#arthur morgan#rdr2 arthur#rdr2 photography#rdr2 screenshots#˗ˏˋ 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 ˎˊ˗#𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐨 ୧ *.˚₊#˗ˏˋ 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 ˎˊ˗
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࣪ੈ✩‧₊˚୧ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬
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⋆ i mostly write for people use feminine anatomy, but i can write for people with the opposite, or i can write and not mention genitals at all! but i will admit, i’m not too experienced with it!
⋆ i am a minor, so if you dont want to interact, then dont! but please dont report! i’m just expressing myself and carrying out a hobby i care about deeply :)
⋆ i'd also like to preface by saying that i am autistic! so if i dont get things the first time, or if you think i'm coming off as a rude/blunt sometimes, i don’t (usually) mean it in that way! it's hard for me to tell how i'm being perceived in situations like that!
i will write! — mommy/daddy kinks, praise/degration kinks, poly relationships, age gaps! (as long as they’re appropriate!), sub!/dom!reader/character, gender neutral/masc/amab!reader,
i will not write! — scat kinks, incest/stepcest, stories with real people, character x character, minor/adult relationships, age-play, racist or lgbtphobic themes, noncon/rape, vore
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brite boy, what has made you frown?
𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ ˖ׄ 👒 ୭ — she / he , seventeen , afrolatina , ⚢ , #1 abby apologist & price advocate , and inconsistent writer , sfw & nsfw content ⋆ ˚。⋆౨ৎ˚
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𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !
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