#I look into this type of stuff way too much

[girllblogging777]

╰┈➤ valentine’s day with bf!mattheo

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you knew mattheo riddle didn’t do things halfway. there was no in-between with your boyfriend. if he cared about something, he cared too much. and if he didn’t, he wouldn’t even give it a second thought. you’d seen him throw himself into everything, reckless and intense, and now, for some reason, he’d decided that valentine’s day, this overhyped, ridiculous holiday that you never even celebrated, was worth caring about.

he wouldn’t tell you much when he first brought it up, which wasn’t unusual. mattheo had this way of throwing you into things headfirst, dragging you along with that smirk and sharp eyes, and somehow, you always trusted him anyway. but now, as you walked into the astronomy tower at his instruction, you felt your chest tighten, unsure what he had planned. unsure why he was even doing this. it was mattheo. it wasn’t like him to be sentimental.

except he was already there, standing near the window, and you froze when you saw the effort he’d gone to. the usually cold and empty tower looked… soft, almost. there were candles, so many candles, hovering around the room, casting a golden glow across the space. there was a blanket spread on the floor with a small basket set on top, and even a messy cluster of flowers leaning to one side in a glass jar that might’ve been borrowed from the potions classroom.

“you’re late,” he said, his voice light but teasing, as he turned to face you. his tie was undone, his hair a little disheveled, and he had his hands shoved in his pockets like he was trying to look unaffected, but you caught the flicker of nerves in his expression as his eyes scanned yours.

“what is all this?” you asked, still standing at the doorway, because it didn’t feel real.

he shrugged. “it’s valentine’s day,” he said, as though that explained everything, like he hadn’t spent weeks teasing you for never celebrating it.

“you hate valentine’s day.”

“so do you.”

you folded your arms, squinting at him, trying to figure out what he was up to. “then why—”

“because you’ve never had one,” he said quickly, cutting you off, and his words hit you harder than you expected. “a proper one, i mean. i asked. you told me. no one’s ever done anything for you, and i…” he trailed off, frowning, like he hated how vulnerable he sounded, like it physically pained him to admit. “i thought maybe you deserved it. just this once.”

you opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. there was something stuck in your throat, and mattheo shifted on his feet like he was seconds away from regretting the whole thing.

“look, it’s not a big deal,” he said quickly, running a hand through his hair and looking away. “i just… i know i’m not good at this stuff, alright? i’m not the flowers-and-candy type. i don’t write poetry or whatever the hell people do, but i figured… i dunno. candles are nice, yeah?”

“candles are nice,” you said softly, your lips twitching upward, and mattheo’s shoulders relaxed a fraction.

“and the flowers?” he asked, nodding toward the ones by the window, a slightly smug grin creeping onto his face. “picked ‘em myself. didn’t even kill half the plants in the process.”

“that’s impressive,” you teased, finally stepping into the room, and you felt him watching you as you moved closer.

“and there’s food,” he added, gesturing to the basket as you sank down onto the blanket. “stole it from the kitchens. house elves didn’t even catch me.”

“you really went all out, huh?” you asked, glancing up at him, and you couldn’t tell if the warmth in your chest was from the candles or the way mattheo looked almost proud of himself.

“yeah, well,” he said, dropping down beside you, close enough that your knees brushed. “it’s your first valentine’s day. figured it should be worth remembering.”

you stared at him for a moment, the teasing remark on the tip of your tongue dying as you caught the way his expression softened just slightly, the way he refused to look directly at you when he said it.

“this is perfect,” you said quietly, and his eyes flicked to yours, something vulnerable flashing there before he covered it with a smirk.

“yeah?” he asked, leaning back on his hands. “good. ‘cause i have no idea what i’m doing.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “you’re doing fine.”

“fine’s not good enough,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his face just inches from yours now. “not for you.”

and before you could reply, before you could tease him or tell him just how much this all meant, he leaned in, his hand coming up to cup your face as his lips pressed against yours. it wasn’t rushed or careless, the way mattheo usually was. it was slow, deliberate, like he was still trying to prove himself, still trying to show you how much you mattered to him without needing words.

you melted into him, your hands tangling in his hair as the kiss deepened, and when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, a small grin tugging at his lips.

“so,” he murmured, his voice low, “better than those stupid chocolate hearts, yeah?”

“much better,” you said, smiling as you kissed him again, the candles flickering around you like they were part of the spell you’d fallen under.

“good. and you haven’t even seen the fireworks yet-“

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a/n : happy valentine’s day everyone !!! sending y’all much love and happiness <333

[anemoiashifts]

what your s/o thinks about you !

+ your relationship

choose a painting above.

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disclaimer !! please don’t force messages to fit. i do a ton of readings & im sure if this one doesn’t fit, you will find one eventually that resonates. this is just a general reading :) ! ps this is also primarily for people who have not shifted yet but that doesn’t mean people who have shifted can’t get some insight on how their s/o feels about them !

sorry this reading is so late. i was on top of my game by posting this on the first of the month for a while. anywho ! happy late valentine’s day. may you consume all the gourmet chocolate & watch all the cheesy 2000’s strait to dvd romance movies you can find. sending you all a virtual bouquet of flowers. rose ? tulips ? your choice.

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🕊️ | dear pile one,

quite honestly based on the cards i pulled, your s/o puts you on a pedestal more then anything. they love that analytical, take nothing at face value aspect of you. while they celebrate it, they see it can become your detriment too. overthinking your every action, going “frame by frame” in life, can be tiring. you have a tendency to keep stuff in to appease others & not rock the boat, which they pick up on more then you think they do. this is someone intuitive & can sense your emotional wellbeing as if it was sentient. they want you to come to them. a caregiver at heart, wanting to soothe any insecurity or worry that floats around in the back of your head. while they may be awkward & stiff with their approach, they mean well despite struggle to execute the touchy-feely aspect to your relationship. they’re not as open as you are when it comes to emotions or trusting others. they’ve been burned in the past & for some of you that could mean literally. they’re the silent, sitting in a dark corner, the people watching type. they appreciate your input & how you always seem to open their eyes to new perspectives that they’d never come up with themselves which pulls them out of their funk.

the both of you make up a wing of a phoenix, always rising from the ashes of whatever hardship you may be facing together. the two of you are riddled with self doubts at times, teaching each other how to heal from trauma or let things go once & for all.

in summary with a few extra details ? they love you. like i said they see you as this light which they are not worthy of. with these last two cards & pure vibes im getting the picture that they had this perfectly curated “cool” aesthetic image to anyone looking in on them & when you came around that was shattered, leaving them vulnerable & scrambling to put the pieces back with old chewing gum & popsicle sticks. this person has a tendency to be secretive. never sneaky. not like hiding their phone screen or anything. more like not telling you things to upkeep that image they so desperately want for themselves. could be all smokes & mirrors to hide what’s really going on or maybe they just want you to think highly of them, the same way they think of you.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚.

🐩 | dear pile two,

they like to keep it light with you. it’s giving cat & mouse. on & off but you always end up together. a class project, a seating arrangement. you just look good together, aesthetically.

this person likes to pretend they’re nonchalant & don’t care as much as they really do. unlike pile one, they feel like they have nothing to hide from you. you’re both open books with one another. you have been to the depths of hell & the highest of heavens together. it.

they can get a little short & irritated. nothing a throwing a table lamp at a wall won’t fix, usually. not the best of methods to let out some steam but know none of that is directed at you. anger issues are very much present within this person. why this is relevant is because it impacts your relationship more then this person will ever admit. they have a vision, having carefully crafted a plan before you came into the picture & now that you’ve stumbled into their life it’s setting everything ablaze. a workaholic who is now scrambling carefully combing through their prospects & goals to make accommodations in the margins for your presence & that scares them sometimes. at times embarrassed that you have this imaginary grip on every aspect of their life. they want to buy a new car ? what’s your favorite color ? they’re hungry ? they’ll stop at your favorite place as an excuse to bring you your favorite dessert. they somehow hold everything together really well considering the unnecessary stress they put on themselves.

expect late nights & going to bed alone. when morning comes, arising with a bouquet of flowers being delicately placed on your bedside table with a handwritten note. chances are they’re probably in the kitchen doing the dishes you were to lazy to do the night prior. their love langue is very much acts of service. they really really do care. going to the ends of the earth to bring you your simplest of desires. weather that be leonardo da vinci's "salvator mundi” or a pair of shoes you saw in a vintage fashion magazine yesterday. it will show up perfectly perched on your bed on a random tuesday as a just because.

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🐇 | dear pile three,

deep, intense spiritual connection. literal fireworks erupt when you first locked eyes with them. you’re in tune with others emotions & can physically feel what the other feels. you’ve spent past lives together. very high school cheerleader x football player in a 90’s romcom. a slight delay in actually dating or tying the knot. the whole friends to lovers pipeline may be in the cards for you. at the very least, a slow burn type romance.

you two could’ve met traveling. maybe that’s something they do for work ? nonetheless, they seem very artistic. having a sketch book filled with drawings of you & your favorite things. a secret poet who writes poems about you & puts little hearts around your name like a lovesick school girl. a photographer who takes your photograph when you least expect it. not in a creepy way. they just like to look at you. except them to pick you up little things off the ground and present them to you like a small child. they like collecting rocks & see a really shiny one on the ground ? congratulations you are now a proud shiny rock owner ! they’re very sentimental & thoughtful like that. someone who has a little box of every item you’ve ever given them no matter how minuscule. you’re their home, which could’ve been something they’ve never had before & neglected to even think about before they ever met you. somethings does tells me they’re a little bit of an age gap. if not in the literal sense, one of you may be more mature then the other. an “old soul”. this could go for any aspect in your relationship. sense of humor, how petty they (or you) could be, interests, tastes.

the love talking to you. loveeeee talking in general. about things that interest them, about things that interest you, the news, a new book they read. a very curious mind of which they enjoy sharing with you. i mean like up until four in the morning talking to you in bed all while still under the impression that it’s nine o’clock at night. time absolutely flies when it comes to spending time with each other. most importantly ? they listen. really well. like their memory is pretty much photographic. said your favorite food was chocolate covered strawberries one time two years ago ? your fridge will never not have chocolate covered strawberries in it again for the rest of your life.

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[candycandy00]

General NSFW Headcanons for One Piece Men

These are just some general sex/intimacy based Headcanons for some of my favorite OP men. I left out Law and Kid until I see more of them post time skip.

Keep in mind these are just my personal opinions! These are all assuming a Fem Reader. Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!

Luffy: 

I’ve noticed while rewatching/ catching up that this guy is a hugger. He’s not shy at all about giving out affection to people he cares about, and I think that would carry over to more intimate moments. He’d definitely be the type to snuggle up to you during sex, wanting to be as physically close as possible. He might even wrap his arms around you multiple times, not in a restraining way but in a “I just want to completely wrap myself around you” way. 

Some people seem to think Luffy would be completely clueless about sex, but I disagree. I think it’s very likely that Ace explained a few things to him. They were at perfect ages (17 and 14) before Ace set out for a big brother to tell his younger brother about stuff like that. Even if Ace had no actual experience himself, he had to have heard a lot of talk from the bandits. So I think Luffy is aware of the basics at least, and his instincts would cover for whatever knowledge he lacks. He’s surprisingly perceptive at times.

Zoro:

Zoro is the one who would be clueless. Not about the mechanics of sex, but about what you want. This man would miss every signal you send his way, so you’d have to literally state outright that you want to have sex with him. During the act, you’d have to be very clear about what you want him to do, at least the first few times. You’re better off just taking his hands or head and putting them where you want because this guy can’t follow directions to save his life. 

Once the two of you have had sex a few times and he’s learned what you like, he would be a great lover. Zoro puts his all into everything he does, and that includes pleasing his darling. One of his best points is his stamina. He could go for multiple rounds without breaking a sweat, so prepare for long nights.

Sanji:

He’s all about his darling’s pleasure. He’d get much more satisfaction from watching you cum than from cumming himself. He would have a massive praise kink, both giving and receiving. He’d also be clingy and want to be intimate in some way with you nearly all the time (though he’d be happy with just cuddling, giving massages, etc. if you’re too tired for sex sometimes). He’d definitely prioritize your needs and wants over his own, mostly because making you happy is what he needs and wants. 

I think he’s definitely a virgin, and he’s the type who will fall madly in love with the first woman who sleeps with him. Once he’s in love and in a committed relationship, he’s not going to be chasing other women. He’ll still notice a beautiful lady, but he won’t comment on them or visibly react, because he doesn’t want to upset his darling or make her feel insecure.

Usopp: 

This guy right here? He’s the one to keep your eye on. Because once he actually gets some experience, he’ll be one of the best lovers in the series. The first time he’s gonna be nervous and awkward, probably boasting that he’s had a thousand lovers whom he satisfied completely (while nearly fainting from nerves). But once he gets over those initial nerves, he’s gonna lock in on learning all the best techniques. When Usopp gets serious about something, he studies and practices until he’s great at it. 

I also have a headcanon that he’s got a huge dick (I mean, look at that nose) and just doesn’t know how to use it yet. Emphasis on yet. Give him some time and he’ll rock your world.

Franky:

The best thing about Franky as a lover is that he’s completely nonjudgmental. Have a wild kink you wanna try? He’s shrugging and saying sure, let’s go for it. Insecure about a part of your body? He’s showing you some crazy modification he’s made to his own just to prove all bodies are unique and wonderful. You’re never gonna feel shamed over anything with Franky, and that’s so freeing. The next best thing is that this guy will come equipped with all sorts of toys and gadgets to spice up the sex. If he doesn’t have what you want, he can just construct it on the fly. 

It’s hard for me to decide whether I think he’s had a lot of experience or not. I’m guessing he’s had some given his age, background, and being a self professed pervert. He seems like he would be a sex positive person, or maybe just see it as no big deal. Just another way to express affection. I think he’s pretty chill about sex, basically.

Brook:

Okay, so Brook is pretty limited by the fact that he’s a skeleton and has no dick or tongue to work with. But he does have those long pianist’s fingers, and he’d certainly be happy to use them to please his darling. As we all know, he also has a panty fetish, so the easiest way to get him riled up would be to model the cute new sets you bought. He’s still a gentleman though, so he treats his darling with care and respect, always asking for permission before touching you and making you feel valued. 

He probably had a decent amount of experience when he was alive, but he’s very new to being intimate as a skeleton. There would be some trial and error and he might get a little depressed about his limitations, but I think he’d get over it fairly quickly and just be happy to have someone special in his, uh, life.

Ace: 

In my opinion, Ace would be very warm and loving in bed. Very passionate. Like his brother, he’d be very affectionate with his darling. This is a man who places a ton of value on bonds, on loving and being loved. He’s definitely going to show how much he loves you, in the most intimate way possible. Think lots of eye contact, physical closeness, slow and very deep fucking. I don’t think he’d be the super romantic type to leave a trail of rose petals to the bed or whatever, but once the two of you are in bed he’s giving you his undivided attention and just enjoying the feeling of being inside you. Also kinda think he’d have a bit of a breeding kink. 

I think it’s highly likely he’s had some experience. He’s a handsome, likable guy who traveled around a lot by himself. Judging by how he blushed around Makino, it’s a safe bet he likes ladies. Specifically, pretty ladies who show him kindness. I don’t think he’d be shy or awkward but I can’t really see him acting like some arrogant sex god either.

Shanks:

Get ready for some sloppy drunken sex. I’m talking making out as you both make your way to the bed, tripping on stuff along the way and giggling like teenagers. You might not remember everything that happened, but you know it was fun! I somehow can’t picture Shanks settling down in a committed relationship but he would agree to being exclusive with you. So you guys wouldn’t be a couple but anytime he’s drunk and horny you’re the one he goes to. And if you’re in his crew, you’re probably half drunk yourself. But you guys have an agreement, so consent was already given. Shanks would give you a great time and be charming and funny, but he’s gone by the time you wake up. 

He’s definitely had an active sex life. He’s too charming not to. Too well traveled and handsome. And while some of his past lovers miss him, none of them regret their time with him and look back on it fondly.

Buggy:

Similar to Usopp, Buggy would be full of false bravado at first. But when it comes time to do the deed, he’s strangely shy. Buggy isn’t used to being loved and cherished. He hasn’t had that since he was a kid, so he’s going to need a lot of reassuring. You’d have to stroke his ego a bit to get him in the right headspace to have sex. But once you do, he’ll be a surprisingly sweet and giving lover. He’ll want to be a dom, but will usually end up being a bit subby to you. He’d probably become very emotionally attached to you if you give him a blowjob. Giving him any sort of kindness or genuine love will make him fall head over heels.

I’m torn between thinking Buggy is still a virgin and thinking he had some experience in his younger, wilder days. He doesn’t strike me as the type to have a lot of one night stands, but he could have had a relationship at some point that we just don’t know about.

Crocodile:

A lot of people want to see him as a brat tamer, and I see the appeal, but in my opinion he’d prefer a mature relationship. I think he’d want someone classy that would match his vibe. So he’s going to keep his darling dressed up in the finest clothes and jewelry. I have a headcanon that he’s a sucker for fancy lingerie. He loves buying it for you, seeing you wear it, and especially taking it off you, slowly, piece by piece. I also think he’d be into some light bondage. Nothing too elaborate, just tying your wrists together with his belt occasionally. 

For Crocodile, the most intimate act would be showering together. Because of his weakness to water, he’s incredibly vulnerable while showering, so he’s only going to invite you to join him if he trusts you completely. Doesn’t get more intimate than that.

Rob Lucci:

He’s going to be a very stoic lover, not very verbal at all in the heat of the moment, but his body will tell you all you need to know. He would be very primal, hands on your throat, taking you from behind, growling in your ear. But at the same time, he’s making sure you’re totally satisfied. Don’t expect an actual relationship with this man. He’ll rearrange your guts and then disappear before you can roll over. But he keeps coming back to you. He might even develop a soft spot for you, so long as you respect his privacy and don’t ask for a commitment. 

The bird stays in the room, but give it some crackers as a distraction and it won’t stare the whole time. 

[wvyik]

you wanna?.. d.w. ᝰ.ᐟ

dean winchester x fem! reader

summary; dean’s been acting weird all morning, but you don’t think much of it — until he casually slides something across the table between bites of waffles. And just like that, your whole world tilts.

warnings; mdni!! pre-established relationship, aggressively casual proposal, dean being a menace as usual, fluff so sweet it might kill you!!… eventual smut (because let’s be real, this man does not propose without following through. is skip able though!!). dirty talk, dom! dean, oral sex, praise kink, unprotected sex, after care cause ima softie.

notes; AHH!! had so much fun with this one. tysm for all the support >��< i appreciate you all!! tbh this is the best thing I’ve ever written in a while. we love dean with a happy ending. ꒰˶  - ˕ -꒱ buckle up for the spicy stuff later!! as always, feel free to drop a comment or yell at me if you’re feeling some type of way about this. i’m here for it.

words; 4420

It’s early. Too early.

You’re exhausted in that way only hunters understand— the kind that seeps into your bones, makes your muscles ache, keeps you in that hazy space between asleep and awake, even with a steaming cup of coffee cradled between your hands.

Dean, of course, looks annoyingly good for someone who barely got any sleep. His hair is a mess, there’s a fading bruise on his jaw from last night’s hunt, but he’s still effortlessly him — green eyes warm with amusement, shoulders relaxed, mouth curling into a smirk as he watches you fight to keep your eyes open.

“You look like you got run over,” he says, the corners of his lips twitching.

You take a slow sip of your coffee, staring at him blankly. “Thanks. You always know just what to say.”

He chuckles, reaching for his own mug. “Just speakin’ the truth, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes but don’t argue. Not now, anyway. You’re definitely too tired for that.

The sound of Dean shuffling around the motel room pulls you out of your half-sleep. You crack open one eye, only to find him already dressed, boots laced up, and pacing with that ‘we’re about to hit the road’ look in his eyes. His leather jacket is hanging on the back of the chair.

You rub your eyes, groaning, and try to keep the sleepiness from spilling out of you. “Do we really have to go now?”

Dean grins, not even bothering to look at you. “You know how I feel about sitting still.”

You roll your eyes again, itching to bargain with him, but knowing if you did, he’d just drag you into whatever shenanigans he had planned for the day anyway. After a couple of minutes, the room starts to feel too small, and the silence is making your head spin, so you sit up. The plan— at least, the unspoken one — was to hit the road after a quick breakfast, and you’ve learned that when Dean Winchester says quick, he means quick.

The car ride isn’t long. Dean’s humming along to the radio, steering with one hand as he swerves around potholes, and you’re trying to ignore how damn good he looks in the morning light filtering through the car windows. Eventually, the sound of the engine and the warmth of the sun lull you into a comfortable quiet. You’re barely paying attention when you both pull up to an old diner on the side of the highway, a place that looks like it’s been around longer than you’ve been alive.

Dean parks and shoots you a look and smirks. “I’ll bet you ten bucks the pie here could change your life.”

You raise an eyebrow but don’t question it. You know better than to doubt him by now.

The diner is quiet, just a few truckers scattered at the counter, the hum of conversation mixing with the low crackle of an old radio playing Blue Öyster Cult in the background. The air smells like burnt coffee and bacon grease, and the vinyl booth seat sticks slightly to your thigh where your jeans have a tear, but it’s…nice.

Comfortable.

It’s one of those rare, normal mornings. No hunts lined up. No immediate danger. Just you, Dean, and a crappy little diner on the side of the road.

You should’ve known he was up to something.

Dean’s been acting weird all morning.

Not in an obvious way. He’s still teasing you, still stuffing his face with an ungodly amount of waffles and bacon, still shooting you that signature smirk every time you make a face at him.

But his knee is bouncing under the table. His fingers keep drumming against his coffee cup. And every once in a while, you catch him looking at you — this soft, thoughtful expression flickering across his face before he shakes it off.

You think about asking. But then your waitress swings by again, and Dean immediately perks up, flashing her a charming smile as she tops off his coffee.

“Another round of waffles, darlin’?” she asks, clearly smitten. You don’t blame her.

You smile softly behind your mug as Dean leans back, cocky as ever. “Wouldn’t say no.”

The waitress laughs, shaking her head. “You got a hell of an appetite.”

“That’s what she said,” Dean mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

You kick him under the table. He deserved that one.

By the time the waitress walks away, Dean is already back to his food, completely unfazed. You shake your head, cutting into your own waffle, stealing one of his bacon strips just to be a menace. He lets you.

And then— casual as anything, like he’s commenting on the weather— he reaches into his pocket, pulls out something, and slides it across the table toward you.

A ring.

Just sitting there. Between your plate and the salt shaker.

Your brain short-circuits. You stare at it, then at him. Then back at it.

Dean, the absolute menace that he is, doesn’t even look up from his food. Just swipes some syrup with his fork, chews, and— without a single ounce of drama — says,

“You wanna?”

You blink. Your mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. Because what the hell is happening right now?

Dean finally looks at you, chewing like this is just another Thursday.

“What?” he says around a mouthful of food.

Your heart is slamming against your ribs. You feel warm all over, but you can’t tell if it’s from the crappy diner coffee or the fact that Dean Winchester just proposed to you like he was offering you the last french fry.

“That’s your proposal?” Your voice comes out hoarse, disbelief and laughter mixing in your throat.

Dean tilts his head, squinting at you. “What, you want me to get down on one knee in a greasy diner?”

“You literally just slid it across the table like it was a packet of sugar!”

He shrugs, still watching you, still unreadable in that way that makes your stomach flip. “Ain’t exactly my style, sweetheart.”

Your fingers shake as you reach for the ring. It’s simple— silver, understated, perfect. It feels warm from being in his pocket, the edges smooth against your skin.

Dean’s watching you carefully now. The teasing is gone, replaced by something softer, something quieter.

And that’s when it hits you.

Dean Winchester— who has faced monsters, demons, literal hell — is nervous. Like he’s bracing for impact. Like there’s a real, tangible fear in him that you might say no.

Your throat tightens.

“You really want this?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

Dean exhales through his nose, sets his fork down. He leans forward slightly, arms resting on the table, eyes locked onto yours.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice steady now, sure in a way that makes you melt. “I already got you. This is just making it official.”

Your heart stumbles. Because of course he’d say it like that. Like it was never even a question, like you already belonged to each other. Like you always would.

The ring feels solid between your fingers, grounding. It’s not grand or flashy. It’s him. It’s you. It’s perfect.

And god,

You don’t cry, but it’s a close thing.

You swallow hard, slip it onto your finger. It fits like it was meant to.

Dean watches, lets out a breath like he was holding it for years, and then— because you know him, because you love him— you smirk and say,

“You better get me a pie for this.”

That knocks the tension right out of him. His mouth quirks, the easy grin sliding back into place. “Damn right, I will.”

And just like that, you’re engaged. Not with a big speech. Not with grand gestures. Just this. Just him.

In a tiny diner off the highway, with bad coffee and waffles and the love of your life sitting across from you, grinning like a fool.

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the flood of emotions building up in your chest. You weren’t expecting this. Hell, you didn’t even know you needed it. But now that it’s here, now that he’s here, you feel like your whole world is shifting into place.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” you whisper, leaning your forehead against his.

Dean chuckles, the sound deep and warm. “You’re the one that’s perfect, sweetheart. I’m just lucky.”

You shake your head slightly, not sure how to respond. You’ve been together for so long now, and yet, this moment still feels like a beginning. Like everything that came before— every hunt, every stupid argument, every late-night conversation— it was all leading to this. To this small, simple, perfect moment in a stupid dingy diner.

Dean cups your face, tilting your chin up so you’re looking directly at him. There’s a quiet intensity in his eyes, and for once, you see a rawness that he doesn’t always show.

“You know that’s the thing,” he murmurs. “It’s not about what you deserve. It’s about what you’re willing to fight for. And you—” He pauses, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek. “You’re worth every damn fight, sweetheart. Always will be.”

Your heart stutters in your chest, and you realize you’re not even breathing properly. It’s overwhelming, the way he can say so much with so little. His words hit you deeper than you expected, more than you thought you needed.

“I’m in this. All the way, okay?” he says softly, like he’s reminding you, like he’s trying to make sure you know it, truly know it. “I don’t do half-assed. Not with you.”

“I know,” you reply, your voice barely more than a whisper, the emotions bubbling up.

His lips press against your forehead, soft and tender. And in that moment, you know—you know—that you’re not just his. He’s yours too. No matter what comes next, you’re a team.

Dean pulls back, a playful smile tugging at his lips again, trying to break the weight of the moment. “So, uh, you think I could maybe get a little ‘yes’ out of you? Just a tiny one?”

You laugh softly, your chest full. You tilt your head, looking up at him with a smile that feels too big for your face. “Yeah. Yeah, you could.”

Dean’s eyes light up, a twinkle in them like he’s won the lottery, like this was the answer he’s been waiting for. He presses another kiss to your lips—brief, but meaningful.

And for the first time in a long time, you feel like you can breathe. Like the world, in all its chaos, has paused just for you two. Like nothing else matters except the person standing in front of you.

You know there will be bad days, tough hunts, and fights, but for now, this moment is enough. This love is enough.

And you, you finally feel like you’ve found where you belong.

“Guess we should finish our waffles, huh?” Dean says, the mood lightening again, but his hand still resting on yours.

You chuckle, your heart still racing. “Yeah. But let’s take it slow, okay? We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Dean grins, that cocky, perfect grin you know so well. “Works for me.”

As you both finish your meal— laughing, talking about whatever random thing crosses your mind— there’s an understanding between you two now. You don’t need big gestures or flashy moments to know what’s real.

What’s real is here. What’s real is you two.

And it’s always been that way.

Back in the motel room, the door clicked shut behind you with a soft thud. The dim light from the lamp on the nightstand cast long shadows across the room, the only sound the faint hum of the old air conditioning. The weight of the night pressed in on you— quiet, comfortable, and full of possibilities you weren’t ready to voice just yet.

Dean kicked off his boots and tossed his jacket onto the chair by the door, then turned to face you. There was something different in his eyes now, something deeper, as if the last few hours had opened up a door neither of you could walk away from.

You stood by the bed, your heart thumping in your chest, but your feet seemed glued to the floor, unsure of what came next. His gaze flickered down to your hand, still resting in his from the diner, then back up to your face. That smile— always so effortless, so charming— pulled at the corner of his lips.

“You good?” he asked, voice soft, but with that low, steady warmth you knew so well.

“Yeah,” you whispered, your words barely escaping as your breath hitched. Your heart was racing, but you felt rooted to the spot, unsure if you should make the first move or wait for him to pull you in again.

Dean’s eyes never left yours as he slowly closed the distance between you, his movements slow, deliberate. You could feel the space between you getting smaller, the air in the room suddenly feeling thicker, charged with that same electricity you couldn’t ignore.

When he finally reached you, his hand came up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was soft, but there was no mistaking the heat in his fingers, the way they lingered just a little longer than necessary, as if he was trying to memorize the feel of your skin.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, eyes fluttering shut for a second, just to take in the moment. He was so close now. Close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him, close enough that the faint scent of the leather jacket he had left behind filled your senses.

Dean’s lips brushed against yours with a familiarity that made your heart skip a beat. This wasn’t the first time— far from it— but each time felt like it was. Every kiss was still a little bit like a spark, each one lighting a new fire. And tonight, there was something different. Something deeper, even though you’d been here before.

His fingers trailed down your arm again, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of your skin as if he couldn’t get enough of it. You shifted beneath him, feeling the tension of the moment settle between your legs, but it wasn’t rushed. It never was with him.

��You know what you do to me, right?” Dean’s voice was low, rougher now, but laced with that familiar tenderness. He didn’t need to say it, not really. You could feel it in every touch, every lingering kiss.

You nodded, your lips parting as you leaned up to meet him halfway, pressing your body closer to his. You’d been here before, but that didn’t mean it ever lost its power. It was still just as electrifying, just as sweet.

His hands moved to the waistband of your jeans, pausing for just a moment as his eyes locked onto yours, searching for any hesitation. But there was none. You didn’t need words; your body told him everything. Your jeans met the floor with a slight thud.

With a deep, almost frustrated sigh, Dean pushed your jeans down just enough to slide his hand under them, his fingers skating over the curve of your hip. It was familiar, comforting even, but the way he touched you now felt different. There was a slowness, an intentional care in every movement. Like he wanted to savor you this time.

His lips met yours again, but this kiss was slower, more languid, as if he was taking his time, soaking in the moment. He kissed you like he was letting his feelings pour into every movement, every press of his lips, until the rest of the world disappeared.

“You make me forget everything else, you know that?” Dean’s breath was hot against your ear, his hands expertly undressing you, but it was still slow. As if he was enjoying the feel of your skin more than the outcome of it. You could tell that this wasn’t about rushing, about getting to the end. This was about being with you, right here, right now.

You breathed his name again, a plea more than a whisper, and Dean, ever the attentive lover, responded immediately, his lips trailing down your neck, to your chest, as his hand wandered over you, knowing exactly where to touch to make your breath hitch.

But this time, it wasn’t about the heat of the moment— it was about the slow, delicious build of something bigger. His lips left a trail of soft, lingering kisses across your skin as his hand gently slid down your side, his touch grounding you to the bed. His body moved against yours with that familiar rhythm, but tonight, it felt like it meant more. Like you meant more.

He paused for just a moment, looking at you with those eyes—dark and soft all at once. “I love you, ‘s fucking much. I wanna make you feel so good, baby.” His voice was thick with something deep, something serious, and it made your chest tighten with emotion.

You nodded, pulling him back to you, pressing your lips to his with a fierce intensity. It wasn’t just the physical connection anymore. This was something that went deeper, something stronger than before. And you wanted it. You wanted him.

Dean groaned as you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he moved between your legs. You moan, as he skillfully worked his fingers in you, slowly climbing on top of you— as your head hit the not-so-soft pillows on the bed. You could feel the thrum of his heartbeat against yours, steady and strong.

“Dean…” The word came out like a breath, your fingers gripping his shoulders as you tugged him back up, wanting his lips on yours again. He smirked, just slightly, but there was nothing playful in the way his eyes held yours. It was all raw, all real.

“Easy,” he whispered, voice gruff but gentle as his thumb traced over your lip. “Atta girl, doing so good for me.. Don’t worry bout’ it, we can take your time.”

You nodded, your eyes heavy with desire but filled with trust. “I need you, De..” Your voice was soft, but there was a definite edge to it. The words felt like they had weight, like they meant something. Something more than just this moment.

He exhaled deeply, eyes darkening as his hand slid to your waist, guiding you beneath him as he moved down on you, slipping your panties fully off. The space between you was so minimal now that it felt like you were one.

His mouth lightly sucked on your needy clit, his thick fingers still working their magic inside you. You couldn’t help but let out an almost pornographic moan. You were so close, he could tell.

“Mhm, honey.. let it out, cum on my face,” he whispered against your needy pussy. The stubble on his jaw teasing you even more, as he practically buried his face in your wetness.

Oh, you were a goner. “Dean— fuck, I’m gonna—“ You didn’t even finish your sentence as the orgasm came rushing through you. As dean still worked, still slurping up your juices in his mouth like his life depended on it.

He finally let his face out of between your thighs, kissing you gently— letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You’re incredible,” Dean muttered, his voice raw as he pressed his forehead against yours, breathing deeply. “Never forget that.”

You met his gaze, your chest tight with emotion. “I won’t. Not with you.”

Dean’s lips found yours in a deep kiss, and as he slowly pulled back, his hand moved to your waist, gently coaxing your hips up against his. His jeans came off, so did the shirt — the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet of the room, and you felt a rush of heat flood your body again. He was so close, and yet, there was still something in the way he touched you that made everything feel like it was building to something more.

“Don’t tease me,” you whispered, your voice a little breathless, but there was a hint of playfulness too—something you knew he’d pick up on.

He smirked, his lips brushing your jaw as his body settled between your legs. “Me? Tease?” His voice was a teasing mockery of innocence, but there was nothing innocent in the way he touched you, nothing at all.

“Oh, yeah, and this? Off.” He gestured to your shirt, earning a chuckle from you. He skillfully pulled the shirt off of you, unclasping your bra with ease, gently touching up on your breasts.

Dean’s eyes never left yours, that fire still burning in them, but there was a softness there too, a tenderness that made your chest tighten. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, the words slipping from his lips like a prayer. His lips moved to your neck again.

You looked at him wide-eyed, as he pressed his lips back onto yours briefly, before sliding one hand down his boxers, pulling his hard cock out of its confinements, already leaking with pre-cum. You never get tired of seeing it, really.

There’s a hunger in his gaze, but it’s a hunger you recognize—one that’s been building between you two, one that isn’t just about tonight. It’s deeper, quieter, but oh so real.

“Y’ ready for me?..” he murmured, and you could only respond with a soft ‘mhm’ sound, too turned on to make any proper sentence.

You’re not just the next moment in line for him— you’re everything. His hand on your skin, his body pressed to yours, it’s all proof of the quiet trust that’s been growing between you since day one.

You can feel the way his chest rises and falls with each breath, as he slowly pushes inside of you, his heart beating steady against yours. It’s like he’s giving you all of him, in this simple, quiet way, and you know you have his heart just as much as he has yours

“That’s it— Jesus, sweetheart. You’re still so fucking tight, can’t believe it’” he chuckles slowly, and you whimper when he finally gives all of himself for you. And he waits for your permission to start moving.

“De.. okay— you can move.” You manage to say breathlessly after a little bit. Nothing can prepare you for that moment, though. As he slowly moves in and out you swear you see stars. And gosh, the sounds that fill the room, it’s so goddamn good, you think before biting down the moan.

“Mhm, yeah.. So fuckin’ perfect, angel, you’re doing so well for me.” He almost whimpered. Goddamn you, Dean — And your filthy mouth.

His lips found yours again, and the kiss was deeper this time— full of assurance, of trust, of a promise that nothing could tear apart. You could feel how much he believed in the two of you, in the bond you shared.

His hands roamed your body, confident and firm, like he knew exactly where to touch to make you lose your breath. Every movement was purposeful, a teasing promise of what was to come.

“De— m’ so close, please” you managed to whimper through the moans, trying to keep up with his pace with your hips.

His lips lingered along your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin, his breath hot against your ear. “I know baby, me too. You can come, sweetness, m’ right there with you.” he murmured, his voice a hushed growl that sent shivers down your spine.

As you both reached your climax, you can’t help but smile. After the world-shifting intensity of the moment, you both lay there, tangled up in sheets and each other. Dean shifted just enough to pull you close, his chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm against yours, as though he was grounding himself in the softness of your presence.

His fingers brushed gently through your hair, the touch so tender it was almost as if he was trying to memorize every strand, every curve of you. The warmth between you didn’t need words; it was enough to feel him there, still connected to you in every possible way.

“Are you okay?” Dean’s voice was low, but it carried that softness you’d only hear when the walls were down and he wasn’t trying to hide anything. There was a genuine worry in his tone, an unwavering need to make sure you were feeling just as safe and cared for as he felt.

You nodded against his chest, your hand resting over his heart, feeling the steady beat that reminded you of the calm after the storm. “I’m perfect,” you whispered, your voice still a little breathless, but full of warmth.

Dean chuckled softly, the sound low and comforting, like it always was when he felt content. “Good. ‘Cause I’ve got you, and I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured, pulling you closer, his arm draping over you protectively as if making sure you stayed there, safe in his arms.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, the gesture soft and caring, his way of showing that there was more to him than just the physical connection. It was always about the little things—the way his touch lingered, the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, like you were the only person in the world that mattered.

There was no rush to get up, no need to fill the space with words that didn’t need to be said. You both understood each other in the quiet.

Dean’s thumb brushed against your hand in a rhythm that made you feel grounded, like he was telling you he was there in ways that didn’t need to be explained. Slowly, you let your eyes flutter closed, wrapped in the softness of his care, feeling safer than you had ever felt.

He kissed your forehead again, his voice barely above a whisper. “We’re good, you and me. Always gonna be good.”

And in that moment, with the faintest smile tugging at your lips, you knew he meant every word. The world outside the room didn’t matter, not when you had this—this peace, this love, this feeling of being completely and utterly cared for.

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[flippinpancakes64]

How would the cullens (separately) react to a really flirtatious reader. Like where reader makes flirtatious jokes and comments about them all the time and how they would react to the reader doing that in front of other people?

The Cullens with a flirty! Reader

Am I back in my Twilight phase? Who knows. Only time will tell.

Happy Valentines Day everyone!

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He can hear them before you speak

And if he could blush, he would

He’s one of the more traditional people, probably the most stuck in his ways out of all of them

All that to say he goes crazy over an ankle showing

Any comments you make about him have him (mentally) blushing and telling you to stop

Now don’t get me wrong, he can dish it out too

But only in private

The moment he hears you formulating a flirty thought in your brain, his hand is covering your mouth

You rarely ever get the jump on him

He might let you speak your mind in private

But you can already forget about saying anything with others around

Alice:

She would beat you to it every single time

She’s the flirty type

Y’all match each other’s freaks

You two have had compliment wars where you guys just go back and forth flirting

She loves it though

Every compliment, every innuendo, makes her fall deeper in love with you

And if you go out of your way to flirt with her in public, she goes feral

She loves being loved and you are more than happy to do that for her

Also you can’t embarrass her

You’re talking about how sexy she looks in that dress in front of a group of classmates?

She doesn’t care

She’ll retort back about how she can’t wait to get you back home later

When they go low I go lower type beat

Jasper:

Bro is a Casanova

Absolute sweet talker

But only in private

The moment you try to flirt with him outside of the confines of your or his rooms, he’s out of his element

Again, if vampires could blush, his face would be bright red

He always gets mildly annoyed when you say insinuating stuff in public

Not actually annoyed but more of like a

“Come on, really? Now? Here?”

The truth is that he loves the attention

Just maybe not outside of the bedroom

Rosalie:

She can def take it and dish it out

If you two are together, she is your ride or die

And she wants everyone to know

She’s not shy about flirting with you in public

And she never says no to you flirting with her

She welcomes it, actually

She loves the idea of fully being someone’s

Of her partner not being afraid to show her off and publicly admit how much they love her

Some would call it vanity

Or ego

But she calls it love

Emmett:

Oh sweet Emmett

He loves it

No ifs ands or buts

He feels like he’s on cloud nine when you flirt with him

And trust me, whatever you’ve got to say, he has much worse

I think he has a dirty mind

Definitely similar to Alice in the if you go low I go lower department

You’re out with friends and you make a flirty comment?

He’s going to go on a whole rant about how much he loves *insert specific body part of yours*

So yeah he basically has no shame

Say what you want

Just be prepared to be outdone

Esme:

I feel like she’s similar to Edward in this department

She loves the flirty compliments in private

But she gets all flustered in public

Cause wdym you’re at the store with her and now you’re talking about melons??

She’s gonna leave you behind to find your own way back

She gets embarrassed in private too

But it’s not as bad as in public

At least in private yall are left to yourselves

(Save for Edward unwillingly eavesdropping)

Definitely the type to smack you playfully

“Babe are you from tennessee? Cause I’m tryin-to-see them titti-“

*Smack* “Not another word.”

Carlisle:

He thinks it’s funny

He doesn’t really take it too seriously

You like his man boobs?

That’s nice sweetie

Very pacifistic about it

Doesn’t care if you’re in public or private

He loves you and your antics either way

The only time I could really see him caring would be if you came to visit him at work

As long as he’s wearing his coat, he needs to be professional

So that’s where he draws the line

Vampire! Bella:

I get mixed feelings about her

I can’t decide if she would love it or absolutely hate it

On the one hand, she would definitely love the silly jokes and all the attention

She has lower self esteem, and being able to know for sure that your partner finds you desirable is a great thing

On the other hand

Whenever you flirt with her in public she feels like she’s gonna die

She knows it doesn’t really matter

She’s a Cullen now

But she’ll be damned if that little anxious voice in the back of her head isn’t still there

[amourtoken]

All three hughes brothers radiate casual dominance and i will not elaborate 💕

I AGREE but i think it's all different types yk?

Quinn's been in this position before. He's the oldest sibling, he's the captain, he's used to being in control. He knows what you need before you need it.

Quinn could have your whole schedule memorized, and he always helps you keep track of everything. If he's gonna be gone for a while he'll order you food to the house so you don't have to worry about it and he has reminders set for all your medication so he can remind you when he needs to. He's always checking in, "have you eaten today?" "Are you remembering to drink water?" "Don't forget your meds, baby." "I'll text you when I'm on the way home, been thinkin' about you all day" type texts. Big daddy energy yk? You're his everything, let him handle all the work and you just sit there and look pretty for him.

Jack is more outward with it, he's showing off for you. He'll order for you at restaurants cause he knows it makes you nervous, he's a strong proprietor of the sidewalk rule, he's always carrying your stuff for you (including carrying you sometimes) and God forbid you ever open a door for yourself, he'd lose his shit if he couldn't do it for you.

Jack watches over you like a guard dog in public and he loves being able to see you prance around care free in whatever cute outfit you'd picked out knowing nothing is gonna happen to you as long as he's by your side. Whenever you drive home from dates he's letting you pick the music and he's got his free hand settled on your thigh, gently brushing the skin with his thumb. Of course when you get home he's opening the door for you, he does it so often you don't even bother trying yourself, just staying in his passenger seat till he helps you out (always topped off by kissing your forehead or the back of your hand while helping you out)

Luke is a bit softer about it, but he can get intense. Best of both worlds really.

Lukey's always walking with his hand on your lower back or pulling you close, your hands holding his forearm which reminds him how much bigger he is compared to you. He always has to be touching you, but you're more than happy to let him. He feels secure knowing that if his hands are on you you're safe and taken care of.

He makes a big deal of you wearing his clothes or things that refer to him. Whenever you're getting dressed in the morning he'll throw you a shirt out of his closet that he picked out just for you and you always put it on. He loves seeing you in his jerseys too, especially at games since you're walking around with his name plastered on your back like it should be. Owned. Spoken for. Taken. All of the above. To really top it off Lukey buys you jewelry with pretty 43's all over it. For valentine's he got you a necklace with a shiny silver 43 on it and he hasn't seen it leave your body since, it always leaves him feeling a bit proud whenever he's reminded it's there.

If you're at any devs events, or just out and about, his eyes are ALWAYS locked on you. Literally every time you look up, you catch his eyes glued to you. It's precautionary, just him keeping an eye on you in case something happened even if it's a miniscule probability. You're his to care for and he's gonna be sure that sticks.

[eybefioro]

Happy Valentines, u/catartkd!

My gift for the @goodomensafterdark valentines exchange 💛

(Timelapse and ramblings under the cut as usual :P)

OKAY SO CATARTKD DID SOME AMAZING ARTWORK INSPIRED BY MUCHA A WHILE BACK AND I COULDN'T TAKE THEM FROM MY MIND. That's it 😂 you can find them here:

I really like Art Nouveau. Everything is just so delicate, light and also complex. The curves and the symmetry, it's all so pleasing... and that also extends to the architecture. And one of the things that I find the the prettiest in that architectural style are the stained glass panels and metal work. I mean-

LOOK AT THAT. anyways.

You know what also has a shitton of stained glass?? CHURCHS. Catholic imagery and stuffs like that, and we are talking about an angel and a demon... it just felt appropriate to take inspiration from that too!

(Highly recommend visiting r/StainedGlassHeaven and r/StainedGlass if you fuck with this shit. Humans are fascinating, and the glass work is INSANELY beautiful.)

So I tried to mix all of that - Catartkd's art, Mucha's work, stained glass and religious imagery. This was my brain lol

Did it work? I'm not really sure, but it was fun. Really fun. I loved it and I was able to include a lot of little details that talk about Crowley and Aziraphale, and also ✨️symmetry ✨️. Man. My Brain was so fucking happy with the symmetry. Everything is balanced and has pairs or is mirrored. It scratched my brain sooooo good.

I'm really tempted to point out all the little details that I put there, but what's the fun in that?? The only thing I will say is about Crowley’s hair. I have no real explanation for this but everytime that I saw this type of hair piece/hairstyle in paintings and historical movies I could only think of snakes. I have no idea why. But my brain immediately screams SNAKE everytime I see this shape. So I had to use this shape for naga!crowley's hair.

In my very very basic research for refs I discovered that this thing is apparently French?? So you know, it fits with Art nouveau too in my mind. Same place yk. (Shhhh I know it doesn't make that much sense but as I said, I needed to include it. This is the snake hair after all, the voices in my head said so).

I also played a bit with the composition which was a very good study, but there was two things that I loved the most to learn in this one. The first, was this video I stumbled upon while I searched about Mucha's work:

LINE WEIGHTS. OMG. This is soooo cool. I already use this on a daily basis in my work (we have norms and patterns for line weight we must follow in technical architecture drawings) but for some reason it never occurred to me that I could use it in art??? And that my favorite art works use this very well??? I see this applied constantly in the cartoons I love, in videogames (I'm looking at you point&clicks!!), in classic artworks (like Mucha's)... Idk why I never clocked that, but now that I did I will practice and use that more. I don't think I used line weights in the best possible way in this art work. I feel it could be waaaay better, but I really LOVE how the effect turned out.

The second thing is ✨️body proportion✨️. I was asking for advice and @gribouli as always came to my rescue and pointed out it to me... I didn't know about the head rule-

(This thing)

-and they helped me adjust my drawing and gave me tips and all 😭😭😭 I will never be able to thank them enough. Their support means the world to me and I honestly feel so privileged 😭😭 (I also used Elenthya's wings here again, obv because ever since she explained them to me my life changed)

Just so you can understand this was the sketch before Li's help:

BIG HEADS LOL I know disproportional bodies can be used very effectively (we see them everywhere, especially in cartoons!) But the point is those design choices are intentional. They're choices. These big big heads weren't. I just never studied anatomy and stuff, I'm learning the very basics now, so this was an accident (not a happy one lol).

This is it. I'm really loving learning more about art in practice. Drawing and painting has been kind of therapeutic lately XD and registering the process and the things I've learned in each piece has been especially nice. Being able to look back at my progress is helping me continue!

I'm thinking doing a Steven Universe one next 👀

[vandme12]

i LOOOOOVEEEEEE your fics omgomg

i was wondering if you could do hcs on Ronin from KC in a relationship ( with us ) if you havent already ? ? tyyy

Ronin in a Relationship!

Flirtation is a Weapon – Every interaction is a battle of wits and double meanings. Ronin flirts like it’s a game, but every joke has a sharp edge, every smirk hiding something deeper. He wants you flustered, but more than that? He needs you to flirt back.

Obsession Disguised as Devotion – He won’t call it obsession—he’ll just call it attention to detail. Your favorite food? Memorized. Your schedule? Oh, he’s painfully aware. If something’s off, if someone’s bothering you—he’s already taken care of it.

“What? You wanted them alive?” – Speaking of taking care of things… yeah. Ronin’s love language? Murder. Someone so much as looks at you wrong, and suddenly they’re a missing person’s case.

The Devil’s Full Attention – Ronin has a short attention span for most people, but you? You could be doing the most mundane thing, and he’s watching you like you’re the only thing that exists. And if you’re ignoring him? He will make himself impossible to ignore.

Touch is a Privilege – He’s not big on casual affection with anyone else, but you? He’s constantly draping himself over you, an arm around your shoulders, fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin. If you try to move away, he just tightens his grip with a smug little tsk—as if to say, where do you think you’re going?

Possessive, but in a Fun Way (Mostly) – “Babe, you’re mine.” That’s not up for debate. But he’s not the jealous type—he’s the let them try type. He wants someone to think they can take you from him, just so he can prove how wrong they are.

Every Threat is a Promise – He doesn’t make empty threats. You know this. If he says someone’s on thin ice? They’re already under it. If he promises to “ruin you,” well… hope you didn’t have plans tomorrow.

You’re His Favorite– He plays with everyone, but with you? It’s different. He wants you to push back, to challenge him. If you can keep up, if you can toy with him right back—oh, you might just be his new addiction.

Sharp Kisses, Sharper Words – He kisses like he talks—slow, teasing, always promising more. He bites. A lot. Your lips, your neck, your soul—nothing is safe. He loves hearing you gasp, loves knowing you’ll still want more.

Murder as a Love Language – He doesn’t bring you flowers. He brings you knives, guns, evidence of someone who needed to die. “Look, sweetheart, I got you a gift~” he hums, presenting a bloodstained ring from some poor bastard.

Meta Hints That He’s Too Aware – He drops cryptic little comments that make your skin crawl. Stuff like, “Why didn’t ya run when ya had the chance?” or “We both know this story ain’t got a happy ending, sweetheart.” And yet… you stay.

Always One Step Ahead – Good luck hiding anything from him. He knows when you’re lying. He knows what you’re thinking before you say it. And if you try to surprise him? He just grins. “Aww, babe, ya really think I didn’t see that coming? Cute.”

Sleeps Like a Cat, Clings Like a Demon – Ronin doesn’t need sleep, but when he does sleep? He sleeps on you. Limbs tangled, face buried against your neck, completely dead weight. Try moving. I dare you.

No Such Thing as “Too Much” – You wanna be obsessed with him? Good. He expects it. In fact, if you’re not at least half as obsessed with him as he is with you, he will make your life a living hell until you prove yourself.

Surprisingly Soft, When No One’s Looking – He’ll never admit it, but sometimes, just sometimes, when it’s late and no one else is around, he’ll just hold you. No teasing, no jokes. Just… holding you like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

The Only Opinion That Matters – He doesn’t care what anyone else thinks of him. But you? Your words sting if you’re not careful. If you tell him he went too far, if you tell him you’re disappointed—he’ll laugh it off. But later, when he’s alone, it eats at him.

He Will Ruin You – But only so he can put you back together again. He wants to watch you rebuild yourself and see if you can handle it. If you can? You’re his forever. If you can’t? Well… he did warn you, didn’t he? you're still his.

The Devil Keeps His Promises – If he says he’ll protect you? Consider yourself untouchable. If he says you’re his? There’s no escaping it. Ronin never breaks a promise. Ever.

You’re the Only Exception – He doesn’t care about most people. But you? You’re different. He won’t say it outright, but it’s there in the way he watches you, in the way he makes sure you’re always within reach. The Devil may not have a heart, but if he does? You’re the only one holding it.

Cuddling is Mandatory – He doesn’t ask to cuddle. He decides cuddling is happening, and you just have to deal with it. One second you’re minding your business, the next? Boom, he’s on you, arms locked like a vice. Hope you didn’t have plans.

Cold Hands, Warm Heart – His hands are always cool, and he loves using them against your warm skin. Back of your neck? Chilling touch. Slipping under your shirt? You yelp every time, and he lives for it.

Insists on Being Your Pillow – No, really. Whether it’s his chest, lap, or arm, you are sleeping on him, not the other way around. If you try to move? You don’t.'

Loves Watching You Sleep – Not in a creepy way. But when you’re completely relaxed, he can’t help but trace his fingers over your face, memorizing you.

You Can Steal His, But… – If you take his jacket, his gloves, or god forbid his scarf? He’s gonna make a show out of how you owe him now. “Aw, babe, ya wanna wear my stuff? That’s cute. But I’m gonna need payment in kisses, minimum.”

His Laughter is Just for You – Ronin doesn’t laugh for people. He laughs at them. But with you? It’s different. When you make him genuinely laugh? It’s softer. Less mocking. Almost... human.

Surprise Hugs from Behind – You’ll be focused on something, and then—bam—arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder, a lazy hum against your neck. “Whatcha doin’, sweetheart? Thinkin’ ‘bout me?”

Hates Waking Up Without You – If you get out of bed before him, you will be dragged back. “Uh-uh, sweetheart. Where d’you think you’re goin’? You’re my prisoner ‘til further notice.”

Loves when you're playing with his Hair – It’s a habit, a distraction, or just an excuse to touch him.

Your Happiness is His Favorite Reward – If you smile at something he does? That’s the good stuff. He won’t admit it, but he feels happy too.

Kisses are a Game – You kiss him? He has to one-up you. Peck on the cheek? He’s got one for your nose, then your jaw, then— yeah, good luck getting out of this.

Acts Like You Owe Him for Existing – “Babe, I graced ya with my presence today. A thank-you kiss is the bare minimum.” He’s only half-joking.

Secretly Loves Being Pampered – You run your fingers through his hair? Give him a massage? Kiss his scars? He melts. But he’ll never ask for it outright—you gotta catch him off guard.

His Definition of a “Date” is Unhinged – A normal dinner? Boring. A walk under city lights after he just disposed of a body? Now that’s romantic. He likes doing weird, chaotic things with you—something that makes for a story.

Loves Ruining Sweet Moments – You’re having a heartfelt moment, staring into each other’s eyes, and then—“You’re really into me, huh? Kinda embarrassing for you.” You will smack him, and he will laugh.

Hand Holding is a Power Move – If he interlocks fingers with you in public? He’s making a statement. It’s less affectionate and more this one’s mine.... No, It's to tease you

You’re the Only Person He’ll Apologize To – If he ever actually upsets you? He’ll brush it off at first, but later that night, when it’s just the two of you, he’ll mutter something like, “Didn’t mean to piss ya off, y’know. Won’t happen again.” And with Ronin? That’s as real as it gets.

[sleepyswriting]

Have a baby by me, baby and be a millionaire

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Sukuna. R

Sukuna pays to breed you for an heir

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Warnings: !true form !Sukuna, village girl !reader, Dacryphilia, Somnophilia, power imbalance, noncon/dubcon, breeding, psychological and emotional manipulation, stalking, captivity, emotional distress, physical domination, possessiveness, slight size kink

Sukuna the king of curses offers you, the pretty little thing in the nearby village a handsome reward if you let him stuff you with his cock and impregnate you

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Word count: 4.7k

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Author’s Note: Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you like this, this is my first time writing something dark <3 it is edited I went through and edited it but I’m dyslexic so had my friend look through to see if I missed anything :D

Sukuna wanting you to have his child happened by accident. He remembers the day he first saw you, he was standing by the river north of the village so he was closer to the forest. He was cleansing his hand from the blood of his very recent hunting session when he saw you coming along carrying a wooden bucket. He watched as you squat down to fill the bucket and by God you were the definition of the word beautiful, honestly he thought you were too good for the word beautiful, you deserved something more than just plain ole beautiful. Everything about you gave soft and nurturing. The gentle way you looked at your younger sibling as they babbled about whatever, the bright smile when they said something silly that made your eyes crinkle ever so slightly, he couldn't miss the way your eyes shone and your skin glowed in the setting sun. Something about you made him want you in every sense of the word and he couldn't figure out what or why. All he knew was that he needed you, to have you, to own you, to ruin you. Nothing was going stop him from having you

He quickly retreated into the woods to make his way back to his estate, the land filled with concubines. He was ready for a heir to raise and train to be the next him, he was going to have one of his many concubines carry his child but the more he thought about it, he didn’t want one of his plain Jane concubines to have his child. Every time he thought about an heir, your face would pop up in his mind. He wanted you. He went back to the river everyday to see if he could catch you again. He had heard through the grapevine that there was a man in so much debt, he would pass it on his grandchild, but when he found out that that man was your father, he was ready to make a deal with you that you couldn’t decline. The day he finally caught you, after weeks and weeks of watching stalking he finally saw you again by the river with the same wooden bucket from last time. He slowly approached you, he didn’t want to scare you and make you flee, he had to be fragile with you, you were just a tiny human after all. He slowly approached you, clearing his throat to alert you of his presence. He saw your head snap up and took it as a sign. He looked at you as he stood at your side. “What is a pretty thing like you doing here all alone? It isn’t safe, you could be hurt.” His voice gruff and husky as his eyes watched your body language for any type of reaction. You were hesitant at first, not sure if you should respond to this random man, but your mother always said to be polite “I-… I’m getting water for cleaning.” There was a brief moment of silence between you before you spoke up again. "If I may ask… who are you?" His gaze unconsciously softened at the question, the way your voice was so full of warmth when talking to someone like him made his heart flutter. “I’ll be honest, I’ve been watching you for sometime now and I won’t lie, you’ve caught my attention. My name is Sukuna, Ryomen Sukuna now that pleasantries are out the way, I’d like for you to have my heir.” He watched as you choked out a response, your pretty little eyes going wide in surprise and your cheeks warming up to be a warm hue of pink. He wouldn’t be lying if he said the sight didn’t make his cock harden under his kimono. “I beg your pardon? I don’t even kno-“ Sukuna cuts you off, his shoulders laid back and he his head held high as he spoke again. “I’ll give you 200 gold,” his voice smooth, but with that dark edge. The words slid from his lips with an almost casual cruelty, like it was nothing. And yet, to you, it was everything. The weight of it felt like a punch to the gut, and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. “Take your time, little one. But don’t keep me waiting.” 200 gold!? That was more than enough to pay off your family’s debt and then some. “Take a few days and think about it, hm?” He said as he stood up and fixed his stance, his red eyes glaring down at your hunched form. He knows his offer landed, only a fool would reject that much gold. “I’ll be back in four days time to hear your answer. Farewell, woman.” He turned on his heels before walking away, his hand waving slightly. You watch as he disappears into the forest, a dumbfounded expression left in your face. You can't even begin to process the offer this strange man proposed to you. You stand up, carrying the bucket now full of water that feels like it weighs more than it usually does. You enter your family home bringing the wooden bucket to the kitchen, setting it down gently before walking to your room. You laid on your futon your mind racing. 200 gold is a lot and your family desperately needed the money, it would make everything so much better. Was having a baby with a stranger really worth it to get your family out of poverty? You stew on it for the night but ultimately you decided to agree to the offer. You never thought you would stoop this low and sell your body, but you loved your family and wanted the best for them even at your expense.

It goes against your morals but seeing your father slave away at multiple jobs just to slowly pay off his debt and provide for his family broke your heart. He was working himself to death. You felt so helpless, you offered to go out and find jobs as well but your father always smiled and shook his head and told you not to worry about it, you try to justify it in your mind by saying that this was the only option, you would have this man's child and your family's problems would be gone, but deep down you felt ashamed and a bit disgusted with yourself for accepting but what other choice do you have? You wait for him to come and like he said he met you at the river, he stood tall with his arms crossed against his chest, he eyes felt heavy on you as he awaited your answer. "What’s your decision?" Sukuna’s voice cut through the air. There was no kindness in it now—just an edge of something darker. The red glow of his eyes seemed to pierce you. "Answer me." You shifted your weight as you try to control the tremble in your voice. “Would I get the gold before or after?” There is a brief silence as if he was pondering his answer. “I’ll give you 100 gold now and the other half once you give birth to my child. Does that pleases you, little one?” The way he says little one sounds degrading, like he’s belittling you for your size compared to his. You nod your head, your eyes watching his arm move into his haori and handing you a small red pouch. You hold the pouch in your hands as you feel the weight of your decision but there’s no backing out now. “Can I… give this to my family?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he sticks his chin out. “Don’t take long.” You nod before quickly running to your family home, opening the shoji before stepping in. You prepared for your departure days earlier, you didn’t want your family to worry so you lied and told them you were going to travel and you were unsure when you would come home. You left the pouch on the chabudai with a prewritten letter saying your final goodbyes because you knew they would convince you to stay. You step back out softly closing the shoji screen and made your way back to the river… to your new life. Once you approached him, he silently turn and started walking into the forest, expecting you to follow behind him, which you did. Silence filled the air as the two of you walked in the forest, the only sounds coming from twigs and leaves snapping and crunching under your weight and an occasional hoot of an owl. The silence was suffocating, making you wish he would say something to you. You walk for what seems like forever before finally entering his property, you saw a couple concubines in the courtyard doing chores or interacting with each other, as the two of you drew near, the concubines stopped what they were doing and bowed to Sukuna and welcomed him home. He didn’t even give them a second glance as he lead you into the estate. He took you to a room and he opened the kichō and you looked inside, the room was bare beside a futon. “This will be your chamber until further notice.” You turned your head to look at Sukuna as he spoke to you, his voice gruff. “Any questions, little one?” You shook your head and looked back to your new room only for a rough, calloused hand to grab you by your face roughly. His grip on your jaw tight as he forced you to look at him. “You are to verbally reply to me”, he growled. “None of that nodding or shaking of your head. It won’t be tolerated and will lead to you being punished. Is that understood?” Your breath hitches as you quickly sputter out "Yes I understand" "Yes I understand my Lord" he sneered as he corrected you. You didn't want to call him my lord. You didn't even want to be here. You hated him. Hated him for making you that offer, for pulling you into this twisted game. You could be home with your family, safe and free- but instead, you were in a cold, lifeless estate with a man who only wanted to use your body. And yet, you could only blame yourself for forgetting how easily you could fall into this trap.

His grip tightened around your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. The pressure stung, making you wince. It was a warning. A reminder. "Y-yes… I understand, m-my Lord," you stammered, the words slipping out of you like a reluctant confession. He smirked. "Yes, that's more like it." His fingers left your face, but the ache remained, a constant reminder of his power. You rubbed your sore jaw, the fear creeping under your skin, a slow burn that you couldn't ignore. You turned toward your room, eager for the escape. But he grabbed your arm, spun you back around. His gaze was sharp, his annoyance unmistakable. "I didn't dismiss you yet," he growled, voice low and cold. "Nor have I finished speaking. "Your breath hitched in your chest, the harshness in his tone making the room feel smaller. Couldn't he let you go just for a moment? "You may go where you please-besides my chambers." His words were a command, chilling in their simplicity. "You are to remain on the & ate. And if you need anything… don t bother me. The servants are here for a reason. Use them.” He dismissed you with a wave of his hand, walking down the hall till his body was out of your vision. You enter your chamber and sit on your futon, burying your face in your hands, you let out a sob. What have you gotten yourself into? But then you have to remind yourself- this is for your family’s benefit. You sigh, flopping onto the futon, closing your eyes. You wanted to go home, you wanted to go to your family and help your mother take care of the chores and the land. Now you were in this unfamiliar room, waiting to be summoned for breeding. You honestly hoped he’d ask for you sooner rather than later but that’s not what Sukuna had plan. He was going to let you sit and simmer in anticipation. You don’t know when he’s going to strike and he loves how it makes you squirm how antsy you’re becoming. He lets you do as you please around the estate, he watches from afar, interacting with the combines who throws fake smiles and giggles to you, he’s not surprised they’re being so hostile or indifferent towards you. You were new and their Lord has took an interest in you and not them. When they were getting a little hostile he would come out and make his presence know, watching as his concubines start behaving and reeling in the way you would tense up. He enjoyed watching you squirm from just him being near you, he knew that you were waiting for when he would take you and he was going to take you, whether you liked it or not. You’ve been waiting for him to take you for what feels like years, you’ve only been getting more antsy and anxious, and he hasn’t even done anything. He silently approaches and he won’t acknowledge you, he’ll talk to a servant or concubine you with but you don’t miss the way his arm subtly brushes against yours which makes you tense up, your heart starts to race. But after awhile you let your guard down. You start to think he won’t actually do anything to you. Has he lost interest? Did he change his mind about you bearing his heir? Once Sukuna senses that your guard is down is when he decides to strikes. He enters your room while you’re peacefully sleeping, he fixes your position making you lay on your back. His eyes roamed over your sleeping form, you were only wearing a flimsy kosode. It was the only thing keeping him from you. He doesn’t bother taking the kosode off he simply pushes it up, he wants you and he’s not going to bother stripping you of clothing. He nudges your legs apart, taking in the sight of your pussy, and it’s all his. He palmed his cock through the fabric of his uchikake before freeing it through the slit. He positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your folds, making you squirm. His gaze moved to your face taking in the way your breath hitched and your face scrunched up as he rocked his hips so his tip would brush against your clit. He wanted you to wake up and see what he was doing to your body, he wanted you to wake up and scream and try to fight him only for him to shut you up.

His lower set of arms roughly grabs your waist as his upper set of arms moves up to your chest, grabbing your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple in between them. You started to stir from your sleep, a small whine leaving your lips as your eyes start to flutter open, vision still bleary. You see this large frame looming over you, you blink to focus your vision and you start to recognize the shadowy figure as Sukuna. You tense up, freezing as you realize he’s rutting his cock against you. You go to scream but his free hand covers your mouth before a noise can even escape your throat. “Hush little one, be a good girl and take it.” You start to thrash around, trying to push him off of you and scratching his skin but it was futile, you were so small and weak compared to him. “Now tell me little one,” he ruts against you earning an whimper you didn’t even want to come out of your mouth, his eyes darken hearing your pretty little noise, he wanted to hear more. “Did it make you ache for me?” Your lips part to say something, but nothing comes out as you yell at your brain to say anything, to deny it. Your body betrays you, heat coiling in your lower belly despite the fear you feel hammering in your chest. He chuckles at your silence and at the way you tremble beneath him as he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your folds. You felt your eyes prick with tears as you try to squirm and wriggle away but his grip on your waist keeps you in place. “S-stop… please…” you plead not sure if you’re wanting him to stop because it hurts or because it’s too much. “Stop?” He purrs, his lips curling into a smirk. “I paid for you so I’ll take you when I please.” He started to snap his hips, thrusting into you at a brutal pace. “Be grateful” he uncovers your mouth and leans over you until your chest to chest. “I could have taken you that first night.” He murmured, dragging his teeth against your cheek. “I could have fucked you raw against the cold ground of that river bank.” His tongue flicks out, licking a slow stripe against your jaw. He pushed forward, his thick shaft stretching you, white hot pain hits you instantly as he stretches you beyond your limit, the tears that pricked your eyes now spilling down your cheeks as you dug your nails into his flesh. You try to wriggle away once more but he’s still keeping you in place not planning on letting you go nowhere. “Shhh, take it little one.” He cooed, though there was nothing gentle about the way he fills you to the hilt, bottoming out in one ruthless stroke. Your breath comes in shallow, broken gasps. Your gummy walls clench involuntary around him, your body struggling to adjust but it only makes him groan in satisfaction. “Fuck,” he grits out, his forehead pressing against yours. “So fucking tight, like this cunt was made for me.” His eyes rolled back as your walls squeezed him like a vice. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to place yourself elsewhere, you wanted to be anywhere but here, only for his hand to move to your throat, his grip firm but not yet choking- just enough force to make you look at him. “Eyes on me little one” he ordered and when you don’t comply fast enough his grip tightens. “ I want you to remember this. Remember who’s filling up your pussy, remember who’s gonna use this pretty pussy when he wants.” Tears roll down your cheeks as he starts to move, his pace slow but punishing as he dragged out every sensation. The worst part was your body was starting to enjoy being stuffed full of cock. He watches every emotion that flickers across your tear streaked face- pain, fear, shame but beneath it all there’s something else that you’re so desperately trying to ignore. Your body keeps betraying you, gripping his base despite the overwhelming stretch, the way he’s forcing you to take every inch of him. He groans, his grip tightening around your throat just enough to remind you that he’s in charge. “That's it, sweetheart” he murmured, dragging his fangs along your jaw line, relishing in the way you shudder beneath him.

“You’re taking me so well, almost like you want this.” He growled, his hips snapping forward, driving himself deeper into her. You let out a sob mixed with a moan that you accidentally let slip, your trembling hands weakly push at his broad chest despite knowing how useless it was. “Please…” your voice hoarse, barely a whisper as the words come out. You honestly don’t know what you’re pleading for. For him to stop? To be gentler? For him to hurry up and finish? Sukuna chuckles, his amusement sending a new wave of humiliation through you. “Please what?” He taunts, his thrusts becoming more sharper and deliberate. He leans in to your face and drags his tongue across the side of your face catching tears. His lower arms slide beneath your thighs, lifting your hips slightly, angling you just right so he can bury his cock even deeper, the new position has your eyes rolling back as you try to keep your mewls in, you don't want him to know that he's making you feel good. "Tell me, sweetheart- do you want me to stop?" You shake your head but he just laughs at you. "Not you, little one I'm talking to your cunt." He growled snapping his hips forward. "Let's hear what she has to say, hm?" The room goes quiet as his hips keep rolling, soft, obscene squelches echoed as their bodies moved together, his cock dragging along your sweet spot, eliciting a whimper from you as you try to turn away from his intense gaze as you attempt to hide your flushed face from hearing how your body was reacting in ways you didn't want it to. He grabbed your face holding it in place, making your eyes lock. "She's so talkative isn't she?" His eyes darken when you don't answer which lead to you mustering a nod, he lowers his head into the crook of your neck nipping and sucking at the flesh, leaving dark purple hickeys, you try to pull your head away only to be disciplined with a harsh smack on your thigh causing you to whimper, the spot now red and stinging. His fingers trail down to where you're stretched around him, where your body is molding to fit him. He groans , his red eyes darkening as he watches his cock disappear into you over and over again. "Look at this, little one, "he breathes, almost in awe "You were struggling so much, yet your greedy little cunt is swallowing me so perfectly." You feel shame under the pleasure you're being forced to feel as fresh tears slip down your temples. You want to deny it but you know that he ca feels the way your velvety walls flutter around his length, the way your breath stutters with every brutal stroke. And Sukuna is nothing if not observant. His smirk turns cruel. "Oh, you hate this, don't you?" he taunts, his pace slowing down to an agonizing grind. "Hate the way your body responds to me. Hate the way I fit inside you." He lifts his head from your abused neck and flicks his tongue over your trembling lips before whispering against them, "Hate that you're sloppy wet for me." Air catches in your throat because you can feel it- the slickness coating his length, making his assault on your pussy much smoother and easier. He laughs, his already big ego swelling at the sight of you unraveling- submitting beneath him. "Such a stubborn little thing," he muses, dragging his fangs down the column of your throat, nipping at the delicate skin there. "You can fight all you want, little one, but your body knows the truth." His hips snap forward suddenly causing you to cry out, your fingers twisting into the sheets as pleasure and pain take over. He gripped your thighs, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he pounded into you. The sound of skin on skin filled the room. His cock throbbed in you as you started getting noisy, the sounds you were trying to keep in slipping from you as his tip bullies your cervix. Your once sobs now replaced with whimpers as your hips buck involuntary. "Look at you taking me so well," he grunted "Just as noisy as her." He taunted, a twisted smirk on his face. "This wasn't such a bad deal after all," he murmured as her dank his teeth into your neck.

"Get to have this sweet pussy whenever I want," he growls, his tone possessive, almost feral, as his cock pistons into you. Your cunt clenches around him, back arching as pleasure overtakes you. Your vision blurs, jaw slack, a helpless moan slipping free when he slams into that devastating spot that leaves you seeing stars. Your body started to shake beneath him from the overwhelming pleasure you were finally allowing yourself to feel. It was just to good to deny anymore, you didn't care that you were moaning and crying out for him in his ear. Your frame began to tremble as that coil in your belly was getting ready to snap. His upper set of arms wrap around you, holding you close, his touch strong and oddly warm. "Poor thing, you need me to cum don't you?" You lets out a soft whine as he groans, his pace growing rougher and more erratic. He was close too, you can feel it- the way his grip tightens, the way his breathing becomes heavier. "You're gonna give me a strong heir," he growls against your skin, his voice thick with lust. "'M gonna fuck you full- of my seed every night til your belly swells with my child." Your thighs trembled, slick with your wetness, chasing the high you had so desperately tried to fight against in the beginning. Your stomached tensed as the coil snapped. Your vision blurred, back arched off the futon and your breath broke into shattered moans and cries. As he fucked you through your release he could feel his building, his balls tightening as he kept his brutal pace. He let out a guttural groan as he felt your pussy clamp down around his cock, your body shaking. He could feel your slick gush out, coating his shaft, the sensation pushed him over the edge. His hips slammed forward one last time before he buried his cock deep in your pussy, his tip kissing your cervix as his cock throbbed and pulsed as he filled you with is thick cum, claiming you as his. He pulls away from you, letting you go and exiting your room. You expected it but you couldn't explain the way you felt used, you knew he only wanted to get you pregnant with his heir but it still hurt. What you didn't expect is for him to come back to you with a glass of water for you. He laid back onto the futon, the room smelled of sex. He wrapped his lower set of arms around you cradling you to his chest as he held the glass up to your lips as you drank. He stroked your hair as he whispered praises to you. "You did so good for me, little one." He said sweetly as he placed a kiss on your forehead, setting the glass aside when you finished drinking. "Took me so well, well done." His grip on you tightened as he cuddled you, he made you feel safe from some reason. "I take care of what's mine, you belong to me now." He pulled the covers over the two of you leaving a few words before he falls asleep while holding you. "Your father can't protect you like I can." You lay awake, shame taking over now that your high is faded but you also left with a craving for more. Every morning and every night he fills you with his seed and you've started to enjoy it. You look forward to it everyday, being stuffed with his cock and just being around him. And every day like routine he comes to you until he doesn't and it left you confused. You wait all morning for him and he doesn't show so you go looking for him, feeling oddly empty without. You find him sitting at his throne with a concubine standing by his side. You couldn't help but stand there wondering if you weren't his priority anymore. And seeing him with someone that isn't you pissed you off. You wanted his attention on you and only you. He sees you looking and summons you in front of him. His gaze is on you as he sits on his throne, one leg over the other and his arm propped up on the arm of the thrown so he can rest his head in his hand. He pats his thigh, telling you to sit so you crawl into his lap, pressing your form against him. You look up at him your eyes filled with defeat as you speak, "Please?" Sukuna smirks, reaching out and tilting your chin up, 'Please what, little one?”

Your eyes search his, looking for an answer, but you couldn't come up with one. You realize that he's won. You don't even know what your begging for anymore. All you know is that you need him and you crave him.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tags: @sterzin @collectionofdolls

[lucimaaie]

valentine ✧.* tlou

summary - you convince your girlfriend to celebrate valentine's day with you.

a/n - first time writing abby so bare with me, so maybe ooc abby, like 600 wc for both, was supposed to be a headcanon but turned into whatever this is, fluffiest fluff, actually edited and proofread this time, lemme know if you want me to write more for abby or headcanon-like stuff, anyway enjoy, happy valentine's!

The concept of holidays were obviously nonexistent in the midst of an apocalypse, especially Valentine’s Day. There were remnants of it in run down convenience and grocery stores—Shitty flowers left for dead and chocolate boxes rummaged in a hope for some sustenance— but nobody cared enough to set aside time to acknowledge the old holiday. They were too busy fighting to survive.

So when you brought it up, you weren’t expecting a completely receptive reaction or even a positive one. It was indeed one of those seemingly meaningless  holidays that even then people forgot about. Yet it wormed its way into your mind after recently learning about it. Imagining a day where you could just appreciate your girlfriend was no doubt sappy, but now was the chance to test out your curiosity, right?

“I just don’t get why it’s important,” Abby would say when you brought it up. Her brows furrowed as she pushed the sticks and uneven longs around in the fireplace. The fire was small but much needed to combat the cold air that seeped through the walls come night. 

Your lips pursed as you thought of a way to put it that didn’t make you sound insane. The idea very much was. There were some days when you were worried the cold would freeze your fingers off and draw away all the game, and now you were concerned with celebrating. “It’s about..love and appreciation, but not like the one with the big dinners..uh, thanksgiving? Yeah, it’s different than that.” 

“I do know what Valentine’s day is.” She commented dryly, sitting back next to you at the foot of your shared bed, wrapping her arm around you. 

“How was I supposed to know?” You poked her cheek. 

Abby swatted your hand away playfully, chuckling as she pulled her head back. “I never said I didn’t know about it. I just don’t get it.” She grabbed your hand from her cheek and intertwined your fingers. Her face soon grew serious as she took in the combined warmth of your body and the fire. How nice it felt to have someone to be so close to. “I appreciate you already.” She said genuinely.

Her words made your brain blank and your heart beat faster. Everything about this moment was making you feel like some kind of sap. 

“I don’t need flowers to show you how I feel.” Quite honestly, she wouldn’t know what to do if you presented her with flowers and a bed of rose petals, if you could even find those in the freezing winter. She wouldn’t hate it..but it sounded like too much.

“What if I just wanna give you flowers or not even flowers— If I just wanna do something special?” Your voice was quiet against the crackling of the fire, like it was a secret for just the two of you. It partly was. Only you got this softer side of Abby. You turned to look up at her, taking in the light blush on her cheeks and dilated eyes. “Just something different from every other day.”

“I..won’t stop you.” She mumbled with a bashful smile, not knowing what to do with the attention. She took in the awe in your eyes, inwardly cursing herself for letting you talk her into yet another pre-outbreak tradition “for the sake of normalcy,” Truth be told, this life with you was the closest she’d ever gotten to normalcy, not having a mission or some type of assignment. She’ll admit it drove her crazy at first: That need to commit every day to something other than surviving. But you helped. 

“Good,” You pressed your lips against hers softly, both hands cupping her jaw, smiling as you took in her satisfied hum. “Cause you couldn’t have anyway.” 

“I—shut up. This better be worth your hassling,” She grabbed your jaw when you pulled away, swiping her thumb against the apple of your cheek. Her hair fell over her shoulder and created some type of curtain around your faces. “Ugh, you did it again.” She groaned, glancing down at your lips. “C’mere.”

Bringing it up to Ellie on the other hand send her into an internal frenzy. You’d have talked about it in a feigned off handed manner, laying on the edge of her bed as you watched her doodle mindlessly. “The stupid holiday with the chocolates and cards?” She mumbled, not thinking much of it. You had probably heard about it from Maria or somebody else who was alive before the outbreak.

You chuckled in response, mentally getting ready for the jokes. “Yeah, that.”

“What about it?” Her brows furrowed as she thought about it some more. Why would you be mentioning it– Oh. “You..wanna celebrate it?” Her hand would stop, hovering over the paper as she was pulled out of her focus. How the hell would she find anything to give you in what was mostly ruins? What would you even want? 

“Do you?” You thought you were being subtle in your line of questioning but she caught the deflection.

“I asked first.” She turned around in her chair to face you, dropping her pencil and leaning forward to grab your hand from under your head. “Do you wanna celebrate Valentine’s Day? The whole love letter and rose’s thing?” She ran her fingertips over your knuckles as she spoke, using you to fidget as she often did hoping you’d just pass it off as affection. She could write you a letter--nah, she’s done that before. Or a song? She already had so many. 

“I mean, it’s not realistic, but—“ You sat and scooted off the bed  to take a seat on the edge of her desk. She immediately took to looking up at you as you tried to explain “It’d be sweet.” You blurted. The words still felt inadequate. “We already do birthdays and Christmas, but it’d just be about us. So..maybe I wanna celebrate it in our own way.”

Ellie waited for you to finish before placing a hand on your thigh, assuring you as if she wasn’t troubleshooting ideas in her head right now. It wasn’t— It was stupid, she had to admit, but it was sweet that you wanted to celebrate being together. It had taken her so long just to realize how much she liked you and then to finally tell you. She couldn’t imagine taking you for granted now. She hummed, thinking about it. “Our own way..how?” 

“Anything. We can..go to that cabin we found a few weeks ago..have alone time..I don’t know.” 

“Mm, abandoned cabin. Sounds romantic.” She said dryly, picking up her pencil to resume doodling, but the inspiration didn’t come. She found herself too distracted by ideas. So instead a messy, unorganized list of ideas made it to the paper. She inwardly rolled her eyes at how quickly she subscribed to the idea.

“You know what I mean,” 

“I’m messing with you. If you want, we can do it.” She insisted with a nonchalant downturn of her lips. The bounce of her leg gave away her true emotions: the weird mix of nervousness and excitement the thought had given her. Her mind being both her gift and curse was already ripping through the possibilities of your reactions based on what she did for you. 

“Really?” You perked up, back straightening almost comically. Ellie had tried not to laugh and the best she could do was a small smile. “You don't think I’m being sappy?”

“I absolutely think you’re being sappy.” She teased, scooting so that she was closer to you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, fidgeting fingers now preoccupied with the stray strings of your hoodie. “But I’ll go along with it because I love doing stupid things with you.” She admitted earnestly, pulling you to be closer. 

“That’s the sappiest thing you’ve ever said to me.” You wrapped your arms around her neck, fingers messing with the baby hairs at the nape of her neck. “And I love it,”

“Nope. It’s all you, you’re rubbing off on me.” 

thank you for reading!

[angels-read-fanfiction-too]

Some very quick Eltingville valentines headcannons ^^!

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Bill Dickey:

He did NOT know it was valentines day

The type of guy to complain about how it was made up by company's to make money or some other joyless crap

If he did get you something, it would probably be simple and related to something you both like so he could borrow it lol

Gets kinda defensive and embarrassed if you try to pull anything lovey dovey on him but if you give him something important to him and something that shows you care about him and his interests, he will be very touched!

After that gift, he isn't very physically affectionate but he does just generally stand and sit much closer to you

Probably brags about whatever you get for him to his friends, rubbing the fact that he has a partner and they don't in their faces

I imagine he gives you some money for you to spend yourself since it was so last minute and didn't want to get you a bad valentines present so just figured this was easier

Pete Dinuzio:

He sets up a little movie night!

He doesn't fully get the appeal of valentines but he knows he's gotta put in some kind of effort

Lots and lots of chocolate and snacks for you two to share! If you can stomach the movie he chooses

He might let you choose the movie this time but only with the promise that he gets to next time

Definitely tried to pull some FREAKY shit...

Just thinks it's natural for couples to do that kind of thing on valentines and that you two should too

I don't know how but i get he still kinda stinks after a shower, i don't know how to describe it but i could never imagine him smelling anything but bad

You can decide if you want that stuff to happen but it will definitely start with a steamy make out session to an insanely gory scene in a disgusting horror movie

Josh Levy:

I can imagine him asking his mum on what clothes he should get you; something simple like a cardigan or a top or some pyjamas

Invites you over and asks his parents to leave (which they don't do) so he's kinda pissy when you get there

You both have some dinner together that his mum made and he probably gets forced to wear something slightly less slobbish. Nothing fancy, just maybe something that doesn't reek and has something other than a geeky reference on it

He still has that dune t-shirt underneath his jumper and immediately gets back into that after dinner

I can imagine Bill as Greedo318 trying to bother him on his night with you since he previously mentioned to the club that he'd be going on a date

It's your choice wether you want to try to talk him out of fighting back against Bill's very clear rage bait but either way, you'll have to calm him down after lolol ^^

He truly appreciates having you around and having someone to truly understand him away from the mocking the club gives him and he tells you that on that night <3

Jerry Stokes:

Also forgot lol ^^

Rushed to the shops on the day to get some flowers but there was only kinda shitty wilted ones so he had to make do

He didn't really clean himself up much but probably did a once over to check if he was looking particularly grimy and did a small wash if he was

He rings your doorbell and gives you the flowers when you answer, happy but also nervous since he almost forgot valentines with his first partner!

"Beedee beedee beedee! Happy Valentines, buck!"

He gives you a kiss on the cheek and comes in to hang out with you

You both do pretty mundane everyday things and it's just very comfortable ^^

You two might do some doodles of your dnd characters kissing or writing a little story about how they could meet lolol!

Probably pretty bad at kissing but he does kiss you so points for confidence!

You two are like always touching in some way through out the night; holding hands, kissing, hugging, sitting right next to each other so your legs are touching etc

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Sorry this was so short but happy valentines everyone!

[overnightheartbeats]

His lips were coated in something sweet, her heart thumping with anticipation as he pulled her close. A happy, dazed hum escaped her as his lips reassured her and worked a magic that effectively brought her mind back to them. Even if they still talked about her, her worry and shame regarding her roommate was no more. Her right hand resting on the nape of his neck softly brushed his hair, smiling at his words. He really didn’t know just how much comfort he brought her, something to share with him. “I get that. Well, you won’t be in her space anymore. We won’t be. I meant what I said earlier, I’m moving out. Choosing, yeah that’d..be something.” Was it insane to tell him that her heart said him, no hesitation. It seemed too early to share such huge feelings, it had to be. But, when had that ever stopped her? “It’d be you though, for the record.”

In between saying yes, her laughter followed his. His eyelashes fanning against her cheek tickled, but she loved the feeling. “Yup, these eyes precisely. Oh, first day you saw me? I’d have been a goner.” She was already intrigued by him at that party, this would’ve just ensured she walked over much sooner. “Between pretty eyes and your bottle opening trick, I would’ve stuck to you from the moment you arrived.” Though, she remembered she had seen him around sometime before that. Leaning in to catch every single kiss he provided, she brushed his damp hair from his face. It was bizarre to think of how he had her heart dancing. How far deep was she. If he asked her to jump, she’d only ask how high. Oh, she was falling expeditiously. Just us, how nice that sounded from his lips.

Her hand had traveled down from his face to rest on his chest. Her dopey smile could not be hidden, meeting his family should be frightening. And, that’d eventually settle in, but for now, her excitement kept everything else at bay. The fact that he even wanted to introduce her meant he was serious. It wasn’t just her. Laurel was quick to shake her head to dispel the idea that she felt it was too fast. It didn’t matter to her, she loved it. “I want to meet your family, I want to do it all with you.” It was vague, but laurel was effectively letting him know, she was all in with him. “I like you too, so much, and yes let’s do it!” Her happiness was everywhere you looked, bursting at the seams. Bright eyes, her lips curved into a wide smile and her face a rosy color as if her feelings for him settled into her features, in full display for him. She was going to make a joke about the house he envisioned when he mentioned wanting to be honest. That was the other shoe dropping, wasn’t it? Oh, it was that. “You are really sweet being honest with me, and you’re in luck. We’re like…secretly in sync. I know I’m not the marriage type. So, I think that’s something we won’t have to worry about.” No one else knew that, he was the first person she told. But, that was a thing for later. “I’ll happily take loyal partner over the other stuff.”

“I’ll take all the stories you’re willing to share with me, though I’ll also ask your family,” she warned him with a grin before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Every opportunity to learn about him, she’d take.

It was a quiet afternoon, the diner had a few guests but the booth they favored was open, as if waiting for them. The whole way there, Laurel didn’t let go of his hand. Exclusivity really did have its perks, and she was on cloud nine over it. “So, Chicago trip, how long would it be? I’ll need to tell my dad.” Which reminded her, she’d need to plan a trip for him to meet her family. “Also, I’m good sharing a milkshake today, but I think I’m starving enough for my own fries. What do you think?”

He kissed her like the memory of Jenny was going to blur into the background. His hands at her face pulling her close, taking his time to slowly explore her mouth like they hadn't been acquainted yet. "Hmm, no I think we both bring each other comfort." Was he trying to be funny? Maybe. "I could never. Aside from the fact that I don't like to butt into other people's business. It just wasn't my place. I wasn't going to make you choose either. It's not her or me. I just don't want to be in her space."

He laughed and then fanned his eyelashes against his cheeks and bit his bottom lip. "These eyes? Right here? If I knew it was all it would take I'd have fanned them right at you the first day I saw you." he nodded and laughed as his face nuzzled hers and gave her a few more kisses. "Just us," he reaffirmed. He was pretty sure this was what it felt like to fall in love.

"I want you to meet my family. I know it's a little soon and if you feel like it's too fast, just tell me. I was actually going to do this at dinner but," he sighed and smiled. "I would like us to be exclusive. I can't see anyone else making me feel like you do. And it's not just because we have a sexual relationship either. It's not that at all. But, I really like you and do see you as more than just a college experience. I see the house and living the good life. Lots of laughter. But, I just want to be honest. Marriage isn't something I see for myself but I'll be the most loyal partner you'll ever have."

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "The good and the bad stories maybe the ugly ones." Giving her one last kiss he got up and pulled her by the chin. "Let's go,"

[livelovelaughgeto]

Tsukishima head cannons because I love that man (bitch)

-he’s emotionally intelligent.

Hear me out. I know we’re all used to that trope that always gets put onto Tsukishima, but he’s not dull guys. Unlike Kageyama/j 😭

I genuinely believe if he really loves someone he notices the smallest details he just doesn’t voice them out loud. He speaks through actions. He’s the type of guy who gets mad when his s/o is talking and someone just interrupts you or people aren’t listening to what you have to say.

I do believe he still struggles to show emotion/verbally express and be transparent to you easily but he really is trying. -he loves playfully bickering/teasing until it’s anybody else

He starts throwing those nasty side eyes and ain’t having it. I do believe Tsukki likes to have fun with you. In his own asshole way. He knows boundaries, he doesn’t cross those. That consists of making fun of you on test scores, making up lies and laughing when you believe them, scaring you with his height, mocking you under his breath, wrestling you, ETC.

But anyone else? Uhhhh…no. How dare someone else try to one up him on his job??

-he’s a total nerd when he’s comfortable. He’s already such a cute annoying little nerd bruh. He geeks out on his interests and hobbies when he’s comfortable and can trust you enough he’ll share everything under the moon with you. In his tsukki way of course. I really don’t think tsuki is the quietest person in the room, tbh. He is an introvert (don’t get me wrong) but he just likes having ACTUAL good conversations. He think small talk is bullshit so he rarely speaks unless necessary. He is a theorist and does like deep talks maybe not the vulnerable ones but they still feel really intimate and special to him because it’s you. -he finds intelligence attractive

I do feel like if he were to have a type it wouldn’t ever really be focused on looks or characteristics. He believes that love doesn’t focus on stuff like that and he’d learn to fall in love with however his s/o looks. Okay, I worded that in my sappy indulgent way but Tsukk’s words are a little more like, “I literally don’t care.”

Now it doesn’t have to be your everyday intelligence, book smartness. Because I’m lowkey a bit of a dumb bitch so in that context tsukki would be repelled by me. 😭 It can be anything really. As long as you have passion and put hard work into something it pulls him in. I think this applies to like how over time in his volleyball career he started to care and invest more of skills and time into volleyball and his friends. He does care, he’s just learning, healing and growing as a person over time.

-his love language is gift giving

Now we all know tsukki isn’t the most verbally or physically affectionate person out there, not saying he doesn’t have his moments. But kinda playing into what I said earlier, about how observant and how he’s a good listener because of this too. I do think he picks up on what you like very early on the relationship. You don’t have to be a yapper and talk about everything you love to him, you could be as quiet as him. But he notices, the little things. your favorite snacks, tv shows/movies you gravitate to, scents you indulge in more and ones you tend to avoid, your favorite colors and colors you don’t seem to like as much or hate, your favorite characters, and everything that makes you up. He’ll act all nonchalant about it tho. He’ll hand you his small token of love/gift out to you like it’s nothing. Like he hasn’t been secretly lurking while you watched your favorite shows/movies. Or watching you playing your favorite “brain rotted” video games and obsessing over a new skin or character that just got released. Or the book/book series you’ve been really wanting, he goes on to yap about how easily influenced you are but he is not a sly mf.

[mechncheese]

Science Cont Yapping

Character Concepts, Ideas, Possible things, oh my ! Mostly putting this out here to discuss my thought process, you can have a look into my mind if you'd like and lmk what you think !

OK ! So I think I've sorted how I'm going to go about the science continuity ! I'm thinking that I'll split it into two (like how IDW Robots in Disguise and MTMTE take place during the same time but follow two different storylines and eventually fit back together). So we have Science AU Ambition - following Jetfire, Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Perceptor stuck on the moon of Ambition trying to accomplish their mission (finding a way to restore Cybertron + returning home)

Science AU Cybertron - an anthology following various different characters as they struggle to fight a war on a dying Cybertron

Brainstorm and Prowl start out on Cybertron but eventually make their way to where Jetfire and the others are.

I'm still trying to keep this on a small scale but omg it's so hard when I want to do so much and there's so many characters and moving parts.

But here are some fun stuffs; character concepts !

Women have arrived ! I heavily changed Lifeline from her G1 version.

Design wise; I drastically changed her, I wanted to give her a bigger build, I think I could've definitely pushed it a bit more but I want Quickslinger to have a vastly different and heavier build compared to her.

here's what I have in mind for Lifeline;

She works with her bodyguard and assistant Quickslinger and their job is to stabilize critically injured bots on the battlefield so they can be brought back to the base's Medbay, First Aid and Red Alert can handle the rest.

Lifeline is their superior while Ratchet is away and she's more experienced than First and Red. First Aid wants to be a field medic as well but Lifeline keeps telling him no, mostly because he's too inexperienced and she's low-key scared something is going to happen to him because well. They lost Pharma and Ambulon.

In terms of personality, Lifeline is more serious and exhaustion from working has drained her. Fighting is not her forte nor is it something she wishes to participate in, but if push comes to shove she'll immobilize her opponents with the electromagnetic pulse in her palms or she'll just sick Quickslinger on them. She's desensitized to a lot of the horrors on the battlefield and someone needs to give her a paid vacation asap.

Oh also Minerva will be here eventually she's another medic, she mostly works with making the medicine.

Of course, Miss Arcee is here too, she goes on scouting patrols with Bumblebee and Hotrod and they're besties. I imagine they all have a more sibling dynamic with one another.

Arcee I imagine is a mix of Cyberverse and Earthspark in terms of personality, she's chipper, fun to be around, and shows her affection through punching. Arcee has a big heart and that is both a strength and weakness, she would not hesitate to throw herself in recklessly into combat if it meant protecting her allies. She's more a melee type of fighter and uses her speed to her advantage. I kept her design relatively simple and kept her pinks light since I wanted Elita-1 to have darker pinks.

Hear me out guys,, what if Thundercracker was an Autobot ? I'm biased but PLEASE !! THUNDERCRACKER !!

I changed his outlier ability to be more electrical based. As for his defection from the Decepticons.. I imagine he was nonaligned for a while but realized he can't survive alone, then Bumblebee's scouting team found him on a patrol and brought him in. His place on the Elite Trine has been replaced by Slipstream, so it's now Starscream, Skywarp and Slipstream. Haven't worked out the details but I'll cross that bridge when I get there, but they're pissed about Thundercracker, trust.

Thundercracker works with Windblade and Cosmos as Autobot Air Support.

moving forward I do want to try and push bot body types more I FEEL LIKE I SUFFER A LOT FROM SAME BOT SYNDROME I have to change that-- I'm better about it when I'm working with organic characters but something about mechas is just such a different learning curve

[tansypawz]

the 🦐 please,, shrimpo hcs if you will

shrip !! -he/him -trans man and panromantic.and some type of arospec -has multiple mantis shrimp features, including the rainbow colors and strong punches and such -he taught himself how to use makeup to hide his colors because he doesnt like them. not only are they embarrassing to him but also it hurts him to look in the mirror. one time finn accidentally caught him while he was working on his makeup and ended up yapping for like an hour about how cool he was and whatever and shrimpo was just like GGET OU🔇🔇🔇[it did make him think about his mantis shrimp features and helped him not be as ashamed/unhappy with them as before. he still hates the bright colors tho and finn was obv very respectful about his choice to still cover that up] -continuing off of the part in last headcanon where i said looking at all his colors gives him a headache.he has very sensitive eyesight. everything is bright and saturated to him and he has a headache half the time. the dialogue he has with teagan about hating her dress is out of genuine distress because its way too sparkly and shiny for him so if he looks in teagans general direction he gets cursed with 1 million migraine. after teagan realized what was happening she started wearing less shiny dresses so they wouldnt hurt shrimpo so much. and he appreciates the gesture but hes taking that to the grave [do not tag this as shrimptea/soysauce please /gen] -hes not safe from the ocdemons. one specific compulsion of his is to scratch/wipe off anywhere people come in physical contact with him. like if someone accidentally bumps into him he will scratch/wipe the area with his hand. this does not apply to touch he initiates though [yeah im projecting some of my stuff onto him shh it ok] -being a mantis shrimp and all hes.Very strong. the only reason why he has ass stats ingame is because he REALLY doesnt wanna be there. if he actually wanted to he would be cracked at the game trust me on this -hates coming out of his room when kids are visiting. all they do is yell at him and be mean. theyre often worse bullies than he is :( -extremely random headcanon but he really likes the drummer duel minigame from rhythm heaven ds -has overheard some people say they could "fix him" [not in the romance way. i mean like parents talking about "disciplining him" as if he was some stupid brat child] and it made him even more unwilling to come out of his room when theres guests in gardenview. -lip scar that he refuses to talk about. he doesnt remember where he got it from

[starry-bi-sky]

Hi! how are you doing I hope your having a Great day/night.

I have questions on the blood blossom au?

I was wondering what mobility aids Danny uses, how does the stages for the blood blossom poisoning work and what he wears and do as nightingale.

Sorry if they're too many questions I was curious. Also your so Cool

oh you're totally fine! i love getting questions. as for danny's mobility aids, i was thinking that he has like, three main mobility aids he uses. He has a cane, arm crutches, and a wheelchair, and he swaps between them depending on his mobility and pain. OH he also wears compression gloves and socks.

as for the blood blossom stages, i'll keep it pretty loose and nebulous since making the stages too detailed will just make it harder for me to write it lmao, gotta give myself that creative wiggle room. But there's probably like, three... four? main stages?

The first one being when it's in its neutralized, semi-dormant state after receiving an (upgraded) antidote. In that stage, Danny's chronic pain is at its most manageable. He starts regaining muscle mass, an appetite, he has more energy. His immune system is pretty shot because its busy fighting off the blood blossom, but he's still essentially at his healthiest.

Stage two of the blood blossom poisoning is when the 'antidote'/'neutralizer'/idk medicine because calling it an antidote isnt super accurate, starts breaking down and loosing its efficacy. At first it feels like just a bad pain day from stage one, but over time it starts becoming more insistent and the pain is in places it normally wouldn't, or the sensation is different. Danny's health starts taking a dip and he begins losing muscle mass. He starts feeling congested the same way you do when you just get out of a bad cold: where you're technically fine, but you're still getting coughing fits.

Stage three is when he starts actively.... bleeding. The pain has upped the ante and has now spread through his entire body, he's having frequent, wet, coughing fits. He's nauseous, has a pounding headache that's quickly becoming a migraine, and shaking with effort to stay standing. This is where his nose starts bleeding and his coughing takes on a red color. He's getting pale, having heat flashes, and overall looks like a kid who was poisoned with a cannibalistic blood toxin.

Stage four is the last stage, and throughout it Danny is officially delirious from both blood loss and pain. He's extremely nauseous, having trouble comprehending what's around him, and is now spitting up blood. He's in so much pain that he's alternating between feeling numb to it and then NOT feeling numb to it, and overall is having trouble moving his body. At stage four he's in a high-risk emotional state, which is bad because he's at risk of waking up his dormant ghost core, and then it's an immediate game over for him.

Danny was at the beginning of stage 4 when he found Bruce. Lucky him!

As for Nightingale! I know I said in the original post reblogs that he'd be running around with Bruce, but that was more of a conversational, 'talking about an au for fun' thing rather than something I'd use in a fic. So I can't see him running around with Bruce as Nightingale in the slightest, not only because of the blood blossom stuff, but also because its just not in line with how I'm writing Danny in LATN.***

In fic, Danny's going to be taking on a more backseat/support role as Nightingale, rather than a field vigilante like Batman or Robin. He's more of an eyes-in-the-sky type kinda like how Barb is, who only goes out in the city if he feels the need to deliver something to Bruce directly, or if he thinks Bruce needs backup. He's "the emergency backup" as I like to call it, and if he does go out, he typically sticks to ranged fighting and sabotage.

He also likes to help make gadgets for Bruce to use, and helps with cases when he can. His input becomes helpful when Gotham's gimmick villains start popping up, as he has experience with this type of crazed clownery, while Bruce does not.

As for what he wears! The first time he goes out as Nightingale was not intentional, it was a spur of the moment thing. So Nightingale's first 'suit' is just a thrown together disguise that includes:

1. the comically large hoodie Danny stole from Bruce because it fucken COLD in the cave and his circulation is shit.

2. his compression gloves

3. a light, blue-ish gray scarf that was conveniently lying around because again, it fucken COLD. This is because Danny doesn't have a mask and needs something to hide his face with. 4. the black face paint stuff bruce keeps lying around that he smears over the upper half of his face like a makeshift mask. Once it becomes evident that this is going to be a 'thing', bruce gets a proper suit made for him. I have a concept drawing made way back in the reblogs of the original post, but im just going to link you to fanart that made friend Crow made because its much better quality. Danny wears the suit while he's in the cave just in case he needs to go out and help Bruce, as well as that same hoodie.

***TL;DW: while Danny doesn't regret saving people in Amity and he'd do it again, he hated ghost fighting and wanted nothing more than to be normal. He felt that he was the only person who could fight back against the ghosts, and as a result he was left horrifically traumatized, without a proper support system, and cut off from most everybody else because he didn't know how to balance his hero life and his civilian life.

He wouldn't return to frontline hero work even if he could, not unless he felt his particular skillset needed him to.

Overall, for Danny, Phantom isn't the name of a hero, its just the name of a dead kid. And the dead deserve to rest in peace.