#99 luftanons

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Hi! Hope you're okay!

Because of your "valentine's day" share, my brain was hit with the thought of Garrett's (Thief) S.O. giving him a shoulder and back massage after a night of stealing things and he just melting at the care and I wanted to share the thought of Garrett basically purring and moaning with how the tight back muscles start to relax.

That's it, no need to write anything, just sharing thoughts of Garrett being properly pampered.

Have a great week! ❤️

I know you said I didn't have to write anything, but my brain wouldn't leave me alone and I adore Garrett, so here's some headcanons! I hope you had a good Valentine's day, and thank you for the kind words and the ask!

OG! Garrett:

Complains about his pain, then refuses to let you touch him, claiming he's all right and it will pass.

Eventually, you become fed up with his antics when you notice him shifting uncomfortably in the chair by the fireplace.

So, you take action, setting your hands on his shoulders and massaging the tightness out of his muscles.

He gripes about the pain at first, then slowly settles in, accepting his fate.

It's when he begins to yawn you begin to smile to yourself, occasionally carding your hand through his short hair and caressing his face.

By the time you're through with him, he's more than ready for bed, much less cranky than he was, muttering his thanks. He pulls you into him when he thinks you're fully asleep.

2014! Garrett

Returns to the clock tower complaining about how sore he is before setting to work on all of his new papers and treasures.

He's stood admiring his collection and scheming how to fill in the gaps when you set to work on his shoulders.

Garrett groans in appreciation, melting into your touch and whispering his thanks so low only the two of you could hear.

When you offer to work on his back, he all but darts to lay on his stomach in bed.

He lets out moans and other various noises of pleasure as you start between his shoulder blades and work your way down.

It isn't until you ask him if there's anywhere else he's sore that you realize he's fallen asleep, steady breaths and a soft snore.

You cuddle into his side after removing whatever gear you could from his person without waking him.

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I don't remember if you wrote about this, so: what do you think are Garrett's (Thief) kinks, pretty please?

I have not and I feel ashamed. I am, however, delighted you asked. I personally think Garrett has a low sex drive and is somewhat vanilla so there's not many to put here. 18+ MDNI under the cut

Teasing: Garrett is a major tease, and enjoys being teased back. He enjoys playing the game of "who will break and beg first?"

Biting: Garrett loves being bit. He's covered head to toe most of the time he's outside of the clock tower, so feel free to mark him to your heart's content; his thighs are a favoured spot to be marked.

Blindfolds: Spending so much time in the dark, Garrett's other senses are strong. He loves being able to rely on them; he considers this practice while heightening his experience.

Fingering: Garrett's hands are skilled in many ways; he thoroughly enjoys being able to demonstrate his skills when someone can actually witness them and making you come unravelled just for him.

Pleasure/orgasm control/denial: As a thief, he's used to getting what he wants; nothing is out of his grasp for long. Except for you, and it drives him insane when he can't have you when he wants, or his own pleasure.

Prostate play: Garrett is not object to experimenting, and this is an experiment he thoroughly enjoys the results of. He's not above being vulnerable in your hands; this is the most sure-fire way to get him to whine and whimper.

Lingerie: He knows how to appreciate the finer things in life; he's up to date on the rarest wines, the finest clothes and shoes, rare jewellery, anything valuable, he knows about it. None of it compares to the vision and feel of you dressed all up in a fine lace barely concealing your intimate parts all for him. You will never see him so handsy and in awe unless you're in lingerie.

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Eobard Thawne hot take?

I'm making this about CW Thawne because I was SO hoping someone would ask about him.

Tom Cavanagh should have stopped playing Eobard, and Matt Letscher should have been transitioned to full-time when they revealed the whole "Eobard was disguising himself as Harrison Welles" thing. I'm so serious, don't even bother arguing with me, I'm not listening.

Tom was okay as Eobard. Matt was great as Eobard. Suited him perfectly, looks and all. I am so sick, tired, and bored with Tom. Too many characters, revived too many times. Should have started making the transition after they revealed the twist.

Tom's appeal as Eobard wore off quick for me. No hate to those who like Tom, just a personal opinion.

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Your headcanon about divorce in the Legion is so interesting cause I definitely imagined that it wouldn't be an option (at least not for women).

But maybe the Legion makes a distinction here between wives and slaves, the way the actual Romans did.

Something I've noticed about Caesar's Legion in FNV is that the men's beliefs vs Caesar's beliefs actually differ quite a bit. I like to believe Caesar would not allow abuse within a relationship like a marriage; too much noise, drama, disruption. It's really more of a practical thing.

I do believe they'd make a separation between spouses and slaves; slaves are the Legion's property, anyone's property. A Legion soldier choosing to take a slave as his spouse means by definition and law of the Legion means they belong to that man and that man alone. You lay your hands on another man's property, he has a right to defend that property, if not a duty. Any man that doesn't defend his spouse is seen as weak, unless the spouse intervenes.

Now, divorce is a pain in the ass; most if not all men would much rather avoid it. If a spouse is unhappy, they file for divorce by informing their husband's superior officer of his behavior, and the word is passed along to Caesar himself. The spouse must already have someone in mind to replace their husband, or they may return to slavery.

They are given a date to appear in front of Caesar, and each person may state their case. If Caesar decides the spouse is being treated unfairly and these are the correct conditions to be divorced, it's official, they're bound to their husband no more! If the person they chose to replace their husband accepts, another date is picked and they are wed!

If the situation isn't deemed severe enough, the request is denied. If the man they chose to replace their husband denies, they are forced back into slavery. More often than not, a spouse is already cheating on their husband with the man they wish to marry instead, in which case the other man may also take the stand in front of Caesar and divulge any other details or support the spouse's claims.

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You have me exceptionally curious. What are your general headcanons for the The T-1000, and what primarily influences that veiw?

Not 100% sure how to answer this, so I'm just going to give a bunch of headcanons like I usually do and hope that kind of explains things.

Let's get a few things straight, unlike him. He is not doing things out of love, nor does he care about gender. This is curiosity, fascination, and control.

He's curious and fascinated about the human body, their emotions, and their responses.

He also relishes having control over said body, emotions, and responses.

That being said, service top. Loves being in control and taking care of you, including aftercare.

Horrible bedside manner, performs aftercare more as a task, but still does it. It doesn't feel like a negative thing for him, more like something he just feels he has to do, no negotiations. It's part of the act, in his mind. Make a mess, clean it up, don't break the equipment.

He can obviously form into whatever he touches, but prefers staying in his humanoid form; there will be no shape-shifting upon request. He likes this form, he's staying in this form. Unless he doesn't need or feel like being a person anymore.

In which case, take care not to step into the liquid metal blob slinking about the floor. Your consequence is your foot being trapped and being held hostage until he decides it's enough.

Since he's a metal alloy, he has no heating/cooling system like the T-800, who runs just slightly warmer than your average person. The T-1000 is a few degrees cooler; if you didn't know what he was before touching him, you'd wonder if he was cold, if he wanted a sweater or something to warm him.

He does actually enjoy the warmth you provide, and will gladly cuddle up to you for it. It doesn't change his temperature, it's just comfortable for him and he likes it. It is possible to rile him up with touches during this, though.

Unlike the T-800, he isn't particularly heavy. He's about 10 pounds lighter than a person of his height and perceived weight.

Has a sleep mode where he shuts down for a specified amount of time, but can't be woken up until the timer is up unless his auditory and physical sensors detect an emergency. If you say you're napping for ten minutes, he's out for ten minutes exactly.

Doesn't mind the name printed on his name tag, and you may refer to him by it, or his serial number. Has a secret favouritism for the name, though. Makes him feel like he's blending in better as a human.

He likes all sorts of differing personalities. Strong, stubborn types, or shy quiet ones. They're all interesting to him; subconscious favouritism for more submissive personalities. Dominating is in the fibre of his very being, he can't help it.

He's not cold and calculating initiating or during sex, though. No, he prefers to put his programming and observation skills to good use and really put them into practice. The man can really put on the charm when he wants to, and wow does it make your knees weak.

One moment he's questioning a human emotion, until he picks up on your subtle arousal. Then all of a sudden he's as smooth as the alloy he's made of and you're in bed before you know what hit you.

He keeps up the performance for a bit afterwards, noting the shock his sudden demeanour switch seems to put people in, and has instead learned to ease you into his default way of being.

Protective x1000. Can and will hospitalize people for making comments about you, let alone threaten you. Mostly doesn't listen to you during those times unless you have a logically sound reason for him not terminating the sleazeball that catcalled you, such as attention or possible police involvement.

Much prefers your pleasure over his, and he can feel pleasure. He has sensors and all sorts of complex inner workings. He shuts them all off during a hunt or when he refuses to give you the upper hand. When he wants to be in control, there's no talking him out of it.

As a complex machine that studies humans, he obviously understands the concepts of consent and various kinks. His eyes are constantly analyzing things, so he knows a lot of things about you without you needing to say a word. He knows when you're physically uncomfortable, not in the mood, in the mood, pushed to your limit, or still wanting more. He knows when you're close, what feels good, and what doesn't, no matter how good of a liar you think you are.

While he's not comfortable with shape-shifting strictly for your amusement, he's willing to experiment and indulge most kinks of yours, including ones where he's on the receiving end of things.

He may not be able to love you in the traditional sense, but there is an undeniable bond. Why he's formed it with you, he's unsure and will never be able to explain it. But he knows you inside and out, trusts you, and prefers your company above all else, even if you're not doing anything particularly interesting. Simply sharing the space and studying is nice.

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Date night hcs for arcade gannon?? 👀

Love your writing btw <3

Thank you! Unfortunately I don't really have much, but I hope what I have is good enough!

Usually, date night to Arcade is spending time in the same space, sharing the same food, and sharing the same bed in a place that isn't the Fort, with solid, intact walls, and a ceiling to match! How nice!

However, if you complain about not doing much, or he feels it's been too much of the same thing, then it's a night on the strip on him, a late-night walk, or just sitting outside, looking at the stars and talking.

He's really not good at extravagance, he plays it safe, literally and figuratively, not really wanting to just wander off into the Mojave unless you're already there, even then he'll insist you stay close to wherever it is you're staying that night.

That doesn't mean that when you're alone, truly alone together, that his affection isn't through the roof; because it is.

If he had his way, his hand would never leave you. In your hand, on the small of your back, on your arm or around it, he doesn't care.

He leans his head on you, wraps you up in his arms, places kisses wherever he can.

He's not picky about date night if you take charge and plan it yourself, he'd like not to think about everything for once.

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Vulpes with a muzzle and tied up, glaring at you... Blue, cold eyes furious as he watches everything you do, every move you make.

I need to do things to this war criminal dear god

YOU! YOU GET IT!

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I agree Vulpes would totally use his wife to seduce and distract enemies but then I think he would also get insanely jealous if it went too far. Like he just fucking seethes if anyone touches you and has to remind you who you belong to later.

Oh, absolutely. You're allowed to do your job, and he does his. But there's an invisible line you can't cross or else. You use that line like a jump rope just to get a rise out of him (in more than one way).

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Hi, this is the same request I initially took to rains-rambles, and they were having a bit of trouble with the request and they said to take this to you, so my request is Stefano Valentini who is insecure about his looks, but the reader gives him a confidence boost via body worshiping him before they make love, because he deserves a lot of love!

Hello! I'm so glad you took this request to me, and I'm more than happy to write it! Stefano, despite his... ahem... art process, deserves all the love and affection! Enjoy the tooth-rotting fluff and the smut!

Stefano was cold and wet from the rain, had been harassed by his colleagues about his eye, all jokes at his expense, and all he wanted was to be loved. Thankfully, he was already on his way home to the one person that could help with that. You greeted him at the door chipper, until you noticed his demeanor.

"Get all of that off, go in the bathroom, and put on a robe. Trust me."

You took off in a hurry leaving Stefano touch-starved and somewhat confused, but he did it anyways, dragging himself into the bathroom upstairs and shedding everything, climbing into his favorite fluffy purple robe. It was helping, sure, but he wanted to be in your arms more than anything. A knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts.

"Here, fresh out of the dryer. Nice and warm for you." You spoke softer now. He opened the door, but before he got it open all the way you handed him his pajamas and took off downstairs. With a weary sigh, he got dressed. God, it was nice to have warm clothes, but it still wasn't what he needed.

He waited on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, thinking you might come back, mildly confused now, and when you didn't return he brought himself downstairs to find you at the stove working on something. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his forehead on your shoulder, sighing deeply.

"Hello, dear, I love you, but I need you to let go of me, I have hot cups of tea to bring to the table for us." He released you hesitantly and watched dejectedly as you walked away from him, returning his expression to mere tiredness as you turned expectantly toward him. He sat at the table with his tea in front of him, and you hadn't noticed anything was off besides the poor state he was in until you noticed he was staring into his tea with sadness in his eye.

"Stefano, what's wrong? Is there something else I can do? I can run you a bath if you'd--"

"No, no, nothing's... You've done enough, truly. I appreciate it, I do. Thank you." "... There's something else bothering you." "Eh, a few coworkers thought it'd be funny to point out the obvious, and it didn't really bother me, but..." "But?" "But... I really just want to cuddle. I love this, I do, trust me bella, but all I really want to do is just lay on the couch, or the bed with you. I was warm and cheered up by the time you handed me my clothes from the dryer." You nodded in understanding.

"Alright. Forget the tea, then. Let's just go upstairs and lie down."

He smiled weakly at you and got up, following you into the bedroom, sliding under the covers and laying atop you as you stroked his face, kissed the scars around his eye, rubbed his back, and played with his hair. He breathed a deep sigh and felt completely relaxed and happy.

A little too relaxed, it would seem, as he hadn't noticed anything else until he shifted upwards to tuck his head under your chin and realized he was at half-mast. He stifled a groan from the friction moving against your thigh gave, and chose not to say anything, not wanting to ruin the moment because his body didn't want to behave and craved more. You began to kiss the top of his head and his face, before you pulled him up further towards you to kiss him properly on the mouth, feeling his member poke your thigh this time.

"Mmm, Stefano, something you want to tell me?" You crooned at him, rubbing your thigh against him as he groaned. "I hadn't planned on it, but if you're in the mood..." He looked at you with a half-lidded eye blown wide with lust. "Sure. But I have an idea. You trust me?" "Always. Lead." Stefano smiled at you, even as you swapped places with him. You kissed him deeply and he sighed as he caressed your face with the back of his hand, bringing it to the back of your neck.

You broke apart and began kissing his damaged eye, behind his ear, down his neck until you had to undo one of the buttons of his pajamas, Stefano now more awake and giddy with anticipation of what you were planning. "You're beautiful. You're smart. You're talented. And you're mine." You kissed down his chest and abdomen, unbuttoning as you went before Stefano finally caught on, sitting up and removing the shirt altogether, tossing it to the side of the bed, and leaning his head back.

You began to run your hands up and down his sides as you left kisses and light nips to his torso, before one drifted downwards to palm at his rock-hard member, Stefano moaning aloud with his head leaned back, looking down at you through his eyelashes. You had reached his happy trail with your kisses and held eye contact as you pulled his waistband down far enough to let his cock spring free.

Stefano groaned as he realized your intent, gasping as you began lapping at his head. His hand wound its way into your hair as you took his head in your mouth, tonguing the slit, making him moan. "Fuck, that feels good... Further. Please." He begged, sighing as you obliged and took him further into your mouth. You slowly but surely worked all of him into your mouth, and set a steady pace, bobbing your head and grabbing at his thighs as they shook.

"Fuck, amore mio, I'm-- ugh, I'm getting close... I-If you want me to fuck you, you... Oooh... Have to... Have to stop!" Stefano groaned, his pitch rising as he spoke. You shook your head and continued, picking up the pace. Stefano let out a broken moan as he came, body lightly convulsing. He panted as he came down from his high, and you crawled back up to him to give him a kiss before you got up to grab a towel to clean him up with, being gentle with his oversensitive member before pulling his joggers back up and cuddling into his side. He immediately wrapped his arm around you, pulling you further into him as he kissed the top of your head and you ran your hand over his chest and torso affectionately.

"I love you. So, so much. I would burn the world to the ground if anything ever took you away from me. You've no idea how much I long to come home to you every day. It's practically all I think about when there's nothing left to do."

"I love you too, Stefano. I miss you every minute you're not with me. I'd do anything if you asked it." "I know you would. I know."

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I just wanna be Vulpes Inculta’s cute and evil wife. I couldn’t fix him but I could scheme with him.

Valid, tbh. He'd use you to seduce hetero male targets so you can lead them into a trap or swipe information.

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Smash or pass: Eobard Thawn

God, it's such a bad idea. He's so unbelievably toxic. He's the meanest of the mean. But FUCK if I don't love it. Smash! I'll deal with the repercussions after, idc. Man is a walking vibrator, and considering he has no canon partner...

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Smash/Pass - Aurelius of Phoenix

No joke, this man and I went through an enemies to lovers arc. When I first played, I didn't like him at all. I replayed recently. Smash. No I will not explain what changed. You do the math.

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smash or pass: Vulpes Inculta

this one kind of feels like cheating, but I’m curious if he’s just a character you like to write about or if you would hit that given the chance

Oh, it's toxic af, he's rancid, but I'd absolutely tap that if given a chance. He'd get important information from me, fuck n' dump me, and it'd be all my fault. SMASH!

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we know you’d fuck vulpes (and you’re so real for that) but what about the other legion dudes?

... I think this calls for a Smash or Pass: Legion Edition.

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You should do a Ruben/Ruvik fanfic or headcanons about what dating him would be like, also about being intimate together >///.///< Like what his turn ons would be, favorite body part of his SO, and stuff along those lines 🙌🏻

I can't believe I haven't written Ruben headcanons yet... either that or my own tags lied to me. It's Tumblr, there's like a 50/50 chance. Anyways!

SFW Dating hcs:

Unfortunately the only way you're getting to date Ruben Victoriano is if you knew him at a specific point in time; once he's working at Beacon/for Mobius he has 0 interest in anyone around him no matter the... pleasurable qualities.

You'd have to know him from childhood. Maybe your parents knew each other and you had play dates before the accident?

Regardless, dating him comes with many downs and not a lot of ups; you'd have to really understand him, his emotions, his mental state; he'd be very obviously torn in his affections.

On the one hand, Laura. His world, his entire reason for living and creating STEM... on the other, there's you, staying by his side, understanding, helping any way you can, keeping secrets, not attempting to pull him away or discourage him from his work, dealing with the seizures, the outbursts, the accidental hurtful words, the violence and sadism...

You know you're sharing his love with someone that isn't even on this earth anymore. You can't deny it, try as hard as you'd like, he makes it painfully obvious, so find comfort in the fact he's choosing to share his love at all.

But in the lighter side of things, he's attentive. To things you like, say, feel. He's noticeably softer with you then he is with anyone else. He cuts out time for you, and does his best to ensure you don't feel neglected.

Soft touches, spending time curled up watching a movie under a hundred blankets; he knows he's difficult, and he praises you for all that you do when he gets the chance.

He doesn't miss a thing that you do for him. Not one, even if he doesn't bring it up immediately. You'll have cleaned the house early in the morning, and he'll pass by you occasionally as you do so without a word. You'll be having dinner that night and out of the silence... "The house looks amazing. It'd fall apart to ruins with just me living here. Thank you for that. I appreciate it greatly." He'd hold eye contact with you to make sure it all sank in and that he's saying it directly to you, not just staring down at his food and making a passing comment about it, his eyes soft with a small smile on his lips.

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Ruben despises how little mobility his burns give him, but god he just can't lie to himself that you don't look fucking incredible riding him like this.

Ruben isn't very vocal, but his hands wander frequently, grasping at you like you'd dissappear if he let go.

He likes to pleasure you, likes studying your reactions to stimulation in different areas; are your breasts more sensitive then your clit? When he finds that spot inside you and curls his fingers into it, how much louder do you get? Will you arch your back off of the bed? What if he adds his mouth? Do your hands clench the sheets impossibly tighter?

Similarly, he's curious about the things you manage to do to him; those eyes, it turns him on so badly when they're so obviously needy, dilated with lust only for him, he can never say no to those eyes. So he diverts them in an attempt to resist. But then your hands, your hands wander his torso, the affection always welcome, but when they're driven by your need, they feel so much warmer; they search.

Oh, and when you palm him through his pants, he can't help but buck into your touch. When your mouth kisses along his neck, he can't help but sigh. You're always so careful and conscious of his burns, so delicate. He gets hard sometimes just thinking about it.

His favorite thing is when you suck him off and you decide to focus your efforts on just his sensitive tip; he never can hold himself back for long, no matter how hard he tries. He loves how obedient you are to him, but those moments when you take control are everything to him; you're not afraid of him, you're just choosing to listen.

Your independence is the most attractive quality, he loves how he has to work to keep you, to satisfy you. So many people let him walk all over them, but not you. You push back, and he loves it. Likes to rile you up on purpose just to bring you back down. Or, even better, simply bend you over a table and get both of your aggression out that way.

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Smash or pass: nightwing

... you're joking, right? Smashing Nightwing shouldn't even be a question. FUCK YES, SMASH! That ASS ALONE!! I'm ngl, I'm not the bottom in this scenario. BITING that ass, riding him into the fucking sunset. Man's name isn't Dick for nothin.