#Valentines Day event

[cherry-pop-elf]

Realistic

George Weasley x Reader

You broke up with your ex, but said ex refuses to believe you moved on. That you found better than him. So, you figured you had to prove you did. Time to call a favor

Warnings: 18+, topics of abusive ex, satisfying revenge, ablism, oral sex (male receiving) public, choking (very light) fake dating, voyeurism, peeping Tom, Very Soft George, cuckholding? Sorta? Not really? But like maybe on a technical level?

Writing Comission’s Open

“George, pretend to be my boyfriend.” You asked, quickly. Hardly gave him a chance to even look over his shoulder, when he saw a man storming into his shop. Looking utterly pissed, and you anxious. He’s got a little sister, and plenty of brothers. As if he needed to put two and two together. His arm was quickly around your side, and he leaned into you. As if it was all natural.

“Was wondering when you would get here, Jellybean!” He announced, making your ex quickly look over to you two. His stare hardened, and George stared right back. Snearing. Keeping up a smug complexion through it all. You quickly stuffed yourself into his arm. As if trying to hide, as your ex came over. Nearly stomping in the process.

“The hell you doing with em-?Your ex demanded. “Uh…..Snuggling? Kissing? Whatever we want in MY shop-?” George would puzzle, as he was wondering where the such nerve came from. George would make sure to keep you close, with a hand on your hip, as he protected you. You would rest your head on his shoulder, and took in the comforting scent of fireworks and sugar. Helped you get grounded, as your ex was looking ready to fight.

“That’s what Im suppose to do, you fucking cripple-“ The man snapped, making you gasp. You were about to say something, but George was quick to slap a hand on your mouth. Knowing damn well what you would say next might get you slapped. As if he wanted that.

“Really? That’s your first course of action? Get creative buddy. Could have said something impressive. Like One Eared Arrogant Bastard. Like that’s creative. Just dropping heavy words like that doesn’t make you smart. Even Malfoy got creative.” George mocked, making you giggle. That was something you admired about him. His ability to go with the flow. Able to fight with words so easy.

“I-“ He tried to say something else, but George cut right in. “Do you sound smart to make up for the fact you don’t have a personality? Even Percy had more of one than you. What about that temper? Short temper isn’t the only thing short, is there?” George egged on and on. Wasn’t long before people were watching, and giggling. Leaving him red faced.

“How about-“ And the man was storming off. You couldn’t help your relief, as you relaxed into George. He seemed gone, but not entirely. You noticed he was still outside. Just far enough away from the shop to not be loitering. That made your stomach drop. Seemed you were dodging a bullet, and George was making sure there was plenty of cover.

“Guess he isn’t buying it…..Wanna help make sure he does?” He offered, as you rose a brow. At this point, you would do anything to get that bastard off your back. Was being a total creep now. Just waiting for you outside. With a nod, you gave your consent. George would soon whistle at someone, who would nod, as he was taking you towards the back.

“Let’s give him a show~” He offered, before you were pushed out of a side door. Your body hit against the neighboring building, as your lips met. You were wide eyed, until you noticed your ex peeking from around the alley way corner. Guess a show will be what it takes. Couldn’t imagine a better person to trust yourself with anyway.

You couldn’t help it either, as you melted into the kiss. Your hands fighting at his suit jacket, while he explored your mouth. Leaving your tongue to taste like sweet orange flavored candy. The scent of ash, the taste of sweet, and the feeling of heat. It was getting you more excited than you wanted to admit.

“Come on, love, on your knees.” He whispered, as he threw the jacket to the ground. Despite how rough he was acting, the fact he gave you his suit jacket for your knees spoke volumes. Even in the heat of the moment, he was trying to make sure you were given the best care. Made your heart sing, as you let your knees rest on the expensive fabric. Right all over the dirty alley way.

He was quick to take his belt off, and adjust his vest and dress shirt. Everything was moving so fast. There was such a thrill from it. A spur of the moment. Just no thoughts, only desire. Was so exciting. Gave you such a pleasure you didn’t know you could get. Weren’t even doing anything. Yet.

“Open that pretty little mouth-“ He asked, and you did. Just as he pulled his cock out from his pants, making your heart pound with excitement. You were really about to do this. You felt like you were in a wet dream. You always did find George so attractive. Never thought you would ever score a chance. Yet, it was this easy. Those Weasleys and their big hearts.

You let the tip pass your lips, and swallowed. His hand was gentle in your hair, as he let you go at your own pace. Not forcing it down your throat, and letting you take your time in adjusting. Letting you control your breathing, as your hands found his thighs. Just those deep breaths of fire works, and sugar. Was hypnotic.

Once you felt well adjusted, you forced your head further down. Your signal to let him keep going, and going he did. How he tangled his fingers in your hair, and forced you deeper down his cock. To the point your nose brushed against that ginger hair. Made you gag, by how much, but you quickly relaxed. Knowing you were in safe hands.

“Better be louder. I’m crippled, after all~” He teases, making you unable to stop the giggle around his cock. That earned you a moan from him, as the vibrations ran up through his body. God did his moans sound like sweet music to your ears. It gave you the motivation to try and take lead a little bit. Pulling yourself to the tip, and moaning around it.

He was soon leaning against the wall of his shop, as he was at your mercy now. His free hand busy with keeping his vest and shirt up. Exposing that slender stomach. Happy trail, freckles, and ink. Such a dashing man, with many scars. You were the lucky one to get to see it. See it all. Like how his face was flushing, and his kept hair ruffling. It was addictive.

Up and down you bobbed, as you kept your grip tight on his slender thighs. Not quite as meaty as his upper arms, given his beater history. Still was great to grab, as you milked him for more sounds. Such as the hisses, and whimpers when you ran your tongue over a vein just right. Oh you didn’t know who was in more heaven.

“Fuck, Im going to cum. Oh fuck-“ He gritted his teeth, and made an attempt to pull you off. How considerate. You figured that kind gesture deserved a reward. So, you fought against his hand. That surprised him, as you would force yourself deep down again. Moaning, as you returned to his base. Looking right up at him, and locking with those pretty doe eyes. That was the last straw.

He let his head roll back, as he came down your throat. You coughed, but you were handling it like a champ. Using those thighs for support, as you watched his stomach spasm from the pleasure you gave him. How those pretty cheeks were so flushed, and his ear so red. Oh what you would give to see more of that.

Once he was breathing steady, you finally pulled off. You panted, as he cupped your cheek. His thumb rubbing away at the spit that ran down your chin. You didn’t know if your ex was still there, and genuinely didn’t care anymore. The tender moment was to sweet to make you think about anything else.

“Say….Think maybe we can do this again some time? Gotta keep up appearances and all~” He winked, as it was your turn to be blushing. All flustered, as he would put himself away. Along with being a gentlemen, and helping you off the ground. With his jacket as well.

With a quick spell, the jacket was clean. Just some tidying up, as you were still a soft pink. Same for himself. A stupid grin on his face was keeping you flushed as well. Especially with the arm hooked around you, as you returned inside. Having to keep up appearances after all. Just for appearances.

“My lunch break should be soon, wouldn’t mind some drinks with you. Gotta wash that down after all.” He offered, making you elbow his delicate rib. He wheezed, but laughed. Yeah. Maybe this fake dating thing will really put your ex in his place. Severs him right for losing such a catch like you. Least George was the lucky one to nab you, wasn’t he?

@george-weasleys-girl

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Happy valentines ! Can I request dark chocolate for 5 and 8 please for Ace 🙏

This is lowkey a prequel to this one tbh

Yandere Ace x GN!Reader

1.3k words

Prompts:

You deserve this and more. Everything in the world, if you ask me.

If you don’t make a decision, I will.

Everyone tried to change your mind and discourage you from continuing your relationship with a certain pirate, but the heart wants what the heart wants. 

Well, to be fair, you’re not sure you could call it a relationship. You two were in the throws of a flirty, will-we-won’t-we phase. Ace was extremely charming in a goofy, boy next door sort of way, and you found it irresistible. He was something new and exciting in an otherwise boring town. You couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have as much fun with him as possible while you could. Sure, the rest of his crew was filled with other fun individuals that you’d also enjoyed getting to know, but Ace was a definitive favorite.

When he asked you to meet up with him in a secluded spot late at night, you eagerly agreed and spent all day looking forward to whatever he had in store for you. He seemed excited about it too, so you’re sure that it’s going to be something good. Given how wary everyone has been in regards to Ace, you told no one about it. The meeting would be a secret rendezvous between two maybe-lovers. At least that’s how you were seeing it.

After making sure you looked your absolute best, you snuck out of the village and headed for where Ace said to meet him. Your heart pounded in anticipation, wondering what the night would bring.

At the south end of the small island you lived on was a cliff face overlooking the beautiful expanse of the endless ocean. The spot was actually already a well established location for romantic rendezvous, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Ace was aware of that. Was it purely a coincidence, or had he done that intentionally?

Using the forest as a means to hide yourself from any prying eyes did make the trip a little longer than it needed to be, but you didn’t want to risk anyone you knew seeing and trying to stop you. The trees eventually started to thin out, and you could see the clearing of the cliff face peeking through the spaces. You pressed forward with a renewed energy, feeling giddy like a teenager with a crush.

The first thing that caught your eyes was Ace’s bright orange hat, it was impossible to miss. It seemed he had his back to you. Grinning mischievously, you reduce your light jog into a slow creep, careful not to make a noise in the brush as you close in on your unsuspecting love. In the last few steps, you lurch forward; crashing into his back and wrapping your arms tightly around his middle.

Ace yelped in surprise, but relaxed quickly upon hearing your familiar giggles. He squirmed around in your grip so he could face you. His strong arms circled around you, returning your gesture gently but firmly. You sank into him, nuzzling your face into the fabric of his yellow shirt and basking in the comfort of his scent. Notes of the sea, a campfire, and his natural musk.

“I’m glad you came, I was nervous that you wouldn’t show,” he spoke in a quiet voice. One of his fingers was tracing circles on your back soothingly.

“Of course I did, how could I ever pass up on this?”

His arms tightened and he chuckled, “You’re too kind to me.” Ace relinquished his hold on you, and you begrudgingly did the same. You finally properly took in your surroundings and noticed a blanket thrown over the ground near the cliff. A lit lantern and a basket sat on top of it. 

You squealed excitedly and hugged Ace again, “Is this a picnic? Oh, You didn’t have to do all this for me!”

“I wanted to do this for you. You deserve this and more. Everything in the world, if you ask me.” The words were spoken with such conviction and sincerity that it made your face hot to the touch and your heart flutter. How could any of your fellow villagers think of him as nothing more than some awful brute? He’s such a sweetheart.

He motioned for you to sit down and make yourself comfortable, and you had no reason to object. You’d been so preoccupied about tonight that you’d neglected to eat, so the late night meal was more than welcome. While you were happily digging in, you couldn’t help but notice that Ace wasn’t doing the same. All he did was pick at his food and occasionally steal glances at you. Upon looking a little more closely, you can see that he’s blushing.

Was this going to be it? Would he make your relationship official? 

Your staring didn’t go unnoticed. Ace made eye contact with you, only for his face to turn a deeper shade of red and look away. Feeling emboldened by what, in your opinion, was confirmation of your feelings being mutual, you scoot closer to him and link your arms around one of his..

“So… Did you bring me here so you could tell me something?” You’re far too eager to let this progress naturally, so you try to goad him on.

The tips of his ears now matched his face, but he found it in him to speak. “I did.” There was a pause as he mentally prepared himself for what was about to be said. With a shake of his head, the nervousness dissipated and shifted into determination. He turned to face you fully and took your hands in his. The skin was rough, but so warm that it teetered on the edge of hot.

“I’m in love with you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you can only gawk at him.

“I’ve met so many people, but no one has made me feel the way that you do. You’re so perfect that I feel wrong for even touching you, but I can’t help myself but want more of you. I know it’s selfish, but I need you. I need you by my side. So I need to ask you something.” Ace pulled you closer, resting his forehead against your own, “Will you come with me?”

The elation from his confession abruptly crashes down around you as the reality of the situation hits you. Could you really go with him? Could you leave everything behind for a man that you’ve only known for a week? As love struck as you are, it’s not enough to completely blind you from reason. 

Your hesitation and lack of a response punches Ace in the gut. His face falls and the heartbreak in his eyes almost makes you cave and agree. “You… You don’t feel the same.”

“N-No! That’s not it! I do feel the same! I mean- I love you, too. It’s just…” You trailed off as you struggled to articulate your dilemma and averted your gaze. “I don’t know that I can just up and leave so suddenly. My whole life is here… I need to think about it, okay?”

You look at his face once again, hoping to see understanding in his eyes. Rather than that, all you saw was hurt and betrayal, like he couldn’t believe your words. His hands still tightly grasped yours, but now they trembled. You wrack your mind to find the right words to sooth him, but you’re coming up blank.

“If you don’t make a decision, I will.”

The statement from Ace catches you entirely off guard. It… It almost sounded like a threat. The sparse lighting of the lantern only made his expression look more ominous. All you can do is stammer out a meek, “Excuse me?”

“We set sail tomorrow. If you haven’t made a decision by then, I will make it for you.” He finally let go of you and you were quick to put some distance in between you two. The warnings from your friends and family were starting to make a lot more sense.

“You’re going to be on that ship with me.” There was no question here, Ace appeared to already have his mind set on a specific outcome, and you’re afraid of what’s going to happen if you try and keep that from happening.

[of-many-fandomss]

ok so what about a remus lupin x reader where they're not together yet officially but they are definitely a "thing" and they're finally gonna go to hogsmeade together for valentines but WHOMP the full moon is a few days before and remus gets the scars across his face and is convinced reader would no longer wanna be with a monster like him... bc he's dumb. need that hurt/comfort/fluff on v dayyyy (but only if u get inspired by the idea obvs ignore if not thank u bye x)

Omg this is my first remus request!!

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You knocked softly on the door that was already a crack open, peeking your head in just a little bit, “Remus?”

Watching as the back of the boy in question tensed from where he sat on a nearby bed, you grew increasingly worried.

A few days ago, Remus had finally gotten the nerve to ask you out after years of feelings mixed with friendship, to which you- of course- immediately and excitedly agreed. It would have been the most adorable first date ever in Hogsmeade, on Valentine’s Day, nonetheless.

But you hadn’t seen the boy for a couple days, he seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth. At first, you were heartbroken, thinking that it was because he was having second thoughts about the date and was avoiding you. Pretty soon though, you came to figure out that nobody else had seen him, and he hadn’t even been showing up to his classes. That was when you realized something bigger must have been going on.

After approaching his roommates about it, they all exchanged glances before telling you that he was in their dorm, and you could go on up to see him if you would like.

You stepped slowly into the room after hearing no protest from him, still yet to actually see his face.

“Hey, Rem,” You called out softly, cautiously approaching the boy, “Listen, I haven’t seen you in a few days, and I got worried-“

The gasp that left your lips was inevitable the second you stood in front of Remus, the boy keeping his eyes firmly trained on the ground and his lips in a thin line. His arms were resting on his knees and his hands were clenched together tightly.

But the thing besides his attitude that caught your attention, were the long, fresh scares that ran across the entirety of his face.

Immediately, you dropped into a crouch before him and gingerly cupped his cheeks as you examined the wounds in horror, “Oh, Remus,” You breathed out, the sight before you terrifying enough to last you a lifetime, “What happened to you?”

He shoved your hands away from his face with a scowl. But despite that action, his touch was light and delicate in a way that couldn’t hurt a fly.

The second he let go of your hands though, they automatically flew back up to his face, “What happened?” You repeated desperately.

“Nothing,” He mumbled angrily, turning his head away from you so he wouldn’t be forced to look into your eyes.

You sighed softly, falling backward on your heel and gnawing on your bottom lip, “I was so worried about you,” You whispered, “Nobody has seen you for the last few days and then I show up here and- and you have scars covering your face?” A sudden wave of anger hit you, and you stood up with a pointed glare, “I know we didn’t even go on our date, so you don’t want to tell me what happened in a romantic way, then fine. Tell me because I’ve been your friend for years! Tell me because I care!” You snapped, voice level raising more with each sentence.

“Because I’m a werewolf!” He burst out suddenly, flying to his feet and standing so you were toe to toe, glare just as deadly as yours, “Because I’m a monster! Because I’ll end up hurting those closest to me! And I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you!”

By then, he was left standing there, chest heaving up and down and you were left standing there, feeling as if you had just been punched in the chest.

“There,” His voice softened to barely above a whisper, “Are you happy? I’m a monster.”

“You’re not a monster,” You didn’t even have to think about the words before they flew out of your mouth. There was no reason to. It was the honest truth.

His eyes snapped up to meet yours, “Did you not hear a word I just said?”

You shrugged, “So what if you’re a werewolf?” You challenged, “That doesn’t make you a monster.”

He scoffed, turning on his heel and running a hand down his face, “Of course it does.”

You shook your head stubbornly, taking a step in his direction and gently taking your hand in his own, making him freeze, “No, it doesn’t.” You sounded so sure, that Remus even faltered a bit, “You are the sweetest, most gentle, kindest boy I know.” You told him in complete honesty.

He seemed to have lost the ability to talk, just staring down at you unblinkingly as you spoke, “Being a werewolf doesn’t make you a monster, Remmy,” You continued, reaching up and cupping his cheek, “I don’t think anything on this earth could make you into a monster.”

Remus swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say.

You let your eyes flutter shut and you leaned over, placing the softest ghost kiss on his lips, “You’re not a monster.” You repeated in a whisper.

The boy finally came to his senses, snapping out of whatever daze he had been in, and this time being the one to cup your cheeks, leaning in for another kiss.

[swampstew]

Valentine Cards

Thanks for submitting your tickets! These are all the cards that went out for Valentines Day. I appreciate y'all

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[cvlutos]

TW: MOCKING & REJECTION

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You hold out the candy with a smile, having spent days on finding the perfect one to fit his personality and taste. Doing research amongst his friends to find the absolutely perfect treat, to merely hint at your affections for him. He barely spares you a glance, focused more on whatever task he was doing.

“You know I don’t like you, right,” It wasn’t a question. A statement to make sure that you truly understood, and upon seeing your confused and distraught face, he lets out a low annoyed sigh, turning fully to you. Like a mother having to pull her child away and scold them for thinking that whatever they did was okay. Yet there’s no love, to apologetic undertones, nothing.

“I do not like you. Listen, I don’t know what gave you that impression, but no.” He turns back to his task, leaving you to merely stand there, shocked and silenced. You step away, turning from the man that just shattered your heart before a soft ‘wait’ makes you glance back with a glimmer of hope. He’s not looking at you, but there’s a bit of humor in his tone.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

VIL SCHOENHEIT, LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, AZUL ASHENGROTTO, JAMIL VIPER, JADE LEECH, JACK HOWL, IDIA SHROUD, & MALLEUS DRACONIA

[kimbap-r0ll]

Shalnark's 😘 and 😳 please

Hi! Thank you for the ask! Sorry this took a bit but here it is!

Shalnark — what is his kiss like and what makes them blush/flustered

If there's anything about Shalnark's kisses he likes to make them a surprise. While he himself is not the best with being startled (he doesn't like it that much) he likes to surprise other people. I imagine him giving you surprise kisses here and there when he can

I imagine it's very light, almost like a peck on the lips or on your forehead. Sort of like what I imagine a bright day to be like? But on some occasions, he likes to make it a bit longer. You'll likely get this when he's feeling sentimental (he doesn't show this often however)

His kisses are extremely soft, you wonder if he thinks he might break you but no it's just because he likes giving light ones.

What makes this troupe member blush would be anything that's low-key intimate. He doesn't take things too seriously, but when things get sentimental or you're really close to him, I imagine it can make his heart flutter a little bit. Is he a hopeless romantic? No, not like Phinks (don't tell him I said that) but he does have a soft spot for intimate moments

Shalnark will definitely blush if you catch him off-guard and you're the one to give him a kiss. He might say a quick "h-hey what was that?!" but like you can see him blushing clearly

I feel like he is sort of similar to Chrollo in the sense he likes compliments but won't say he does. He goes around with a confident air but like any compliment — whether big or small — can make him a tad flustered. If you tell him you liked something he gave you a few days ago he'll say "of course!" and smile but his cheeks might be slightly red.

He also loves seeing you confident. He might be blushing because he's watching you or listening to you do what you love and it just makes him happy. It's sort of like a lovey-dovey sort of look. If you catch him in this moment though, you might make him fall over as he tries to say he wasn't blushing or anything like that haha

[batsyforyou]

Hi… do you write for Simon/Ghost? I see Call of Duty on your Master list. I was wondering if you would write a love letter to him for me? I am a girl, blonde hair, green eyes. I like music, dogs and hiking in mountain trails. It can be short. Forever grateful ❤️

Tags: Swearing, Riley the dog, letters, necklace

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x fem reader

Universe: Call of Duty

Author's Note: Hello anon! I hope you like it and Happy Valentine's Day!

You sigh contently as you sip your drink. You had taken Riley up to the mountains with you, mostly to clear your head as you wrote to Si. Riley laying on your sneakers as you did. 

“Dear Simon,” You say, “I know that we couldn’t spend Valentine’s Day together and that's alright, I know you're busy.”  

Feeling a wet nose nudge your leg you lean down and scratch under his chin. 

“I would have sent a text but, I don’t know, it didn’t feel right. I hope that wherever you are, this letter finds you well. 

I just wanted to remind you that I love you Si. Every bit of you. The calluses on your hands, the scars that cover your skin.” You giggled, “Even when you're being a pain in the ass. When you get home, I have a Valentine’s gift for you.

With all my love, 

Y/n Riley” 

Applying a thick coat of red lipstick you kissed the paper to give it that valentine look and sprayed a bit of perfume. 

“Well, what do you think Riley? Will he like it?” The pup kissed your palm as pet him. “I sure hope he does.” 

On your drive back home you stop at the mailbox and smile at the crumpled letter. 

Bloody hell love, you know I’m no good at this. 

I miss ya. I just keep thinking about running my hands through your hair and yanking your head back to taste your skin or how crazy your hair is in the mornin. 

I drive myself crazy just thinking ‘bout it. 

Got you something pretty, hope ya like it. 

Simon 

Smiling, you reach into the envelope to find a very pretty necklace at the bottom. 

Gosh, you love that man.

@asianbutnotjapanese

Masterlist

[sardonic-the-writer]

VALENTINES DAY EVENT! ☆

-> for valentines day and the following two days after, send me a description about you, a fandom or two i write for, and i will pair you up with a character from said fandom!

-> in your description of yourself, make sure to include your sexuality (or preference), a bit about your personality, if you want a familial/platonic/romantic pairing, and anything else you think i'd need to know to pair you up with someone!

-> the event will end on the fifteenth, and you can not request a match up more than once. no nfsw in any way shape or form please

[underqualified-human]

Riddle Rosehearts: Valentine's Day Headcanons

→ Request: Hi hi! thanks for the chance, and I'll get the low-hanging fruit; 

can I ask how Riddle would spend valentines days with his S/O? 

S/O is not Yuu/MC + Riddle and S/O have preferably known each other ever since they were kids, and they are a Heartslabyul student too

Maybe they have a King & Queen of hearts dynamic? That's up to you, though!

Again, thanks for the chance, I look forward to seeing what you make of this! ^^ 

→ A/N: I didn’t include the dynamic all that much, sorry! [also I love Riddle so much tys for the request]

→ Warnings: N/A

→ Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland

→ Genre: Headcanons

→ Pronouns: They/Them

The only reason you met as children was due to the friendship between your parents, and Riddle couldnt be more grateful

It was short, just an hour every Friday afternoon, but to him it was everything. It was a friendship without the guilt he felt surrounding Trey and Che’nya

You two would spend valentines day together as children purely because your parents wanted to go out and Riddles mother was the only person they trusted to look after you

Those days would be spent studying with him, under the watchful eye of Mrs Rosehearts

Moving on to present day…

Like with the playdates, he’ll write you a letter at minimum once a week, then deliver it on Fridays. In the days leading up to Valentine’s day, he’ll write you one every day, and he’ll make sure they’re more romantic than usual.

He clears his day almost completely, if it were a weekday he’d still attend his classes, but if not the entire day is spent together

It’s almost like an unbirthday party, but on a much smaller scale.

Later in the day, if you’ll allow it, he’d definitely want to spend time with Trey and Che’nya as well.

Valentine’s day is sometimes a blessing to Heartslabyul members, both because of their own love lives, and because Riddle is too focused on you to pay much attention to them.

Sometimes it can also be a curse, specifically when Riddle gets so focused on impressing you that he wants everything to be absolutely perfect, including his fellow dorm members.

The day ends with a little movie night in his room, whatever you choose.

He most likely gifts you products to use rather than jewellery seeing as it's against the dress code 

Additional Headcanon:

If you two were older I feel like he’d be interested in wine tasting.

Tagging: @twistedchatterbox [requester]

[delusional-mishaps]

UWAAA VALENTINES DAY ASK!!! grimm x reader would be great :3 could you do forbidden love maybe....... maniacal laughter..... - ⭑ anon

YEAAA forbidden love <33 I ACTUALLY HAVE A FICTITLE THAT WOULD GO SO WELL WITH THIS oh my gosh... maybe this will turn into an actual fic... (don't get your hopes up LMAO)

you sigh, looking around the cell you'd already been in one-hundred and one times. it still hasn't changed since the last time. still as boring as ever.

"i see you've kept yourself busy."

you grin at the voice, turning to look out the bars of your cell. you jump off the bed you were sat upon.

"well, that's all i can do while i wait for you," you hum. nightmare chuckles, unlocking the door to your cell. he's by your side in an instant, wrapping you in his arms as his tentacles dance around behind him, brushing against you every so often.

"i suppose it is," he replies, leaning in to nuzzle his teeth against your lips. you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck as you return the affection.

he pushes you back onto a bed, the plushness alerting you to the fact you're no longer in the cell. he must have warped you to his room while you were otherwise distracted. your lips perk against his teeth at the fact, pulling him in only deeper.

"i missed you," you breathe against him when you finally pull away. your eyes open, inspecting every inch of his face, like you've done a million times before. "i hate that we can't be together all the time."

"i know, my dear." he buries his face in the crook of your neck, arms wrapping tighter around you. "but you know why we can't."

you hum, chewing your lip as you pet his skull. his chest rumbles against your own with a purr.

"but... why can't we?" you pose. nightmare hums in question. you prop yourself up on your elbows, pushing yourself away from him to look at his face. "i'm tired of having to play the kidnapped role. i'm tired of sitting in that cell until you can sneak me away from your henchmen. why can't you just tell them?"

"you know why i can't, dear."

"no, nightmare... you're their boss, they shouldn't get angry with your decisions." you protest.

he looks at you for a long time, his purr quieting until it eventually peters out. he pushes himself up, hovering above your lap. he reaches out to grab your face, cradling your cheeks in his hands gently.

"my love, you know it isn't that simple. we cannot chance them knowing—not while you are still affiliated with my brother. you know how they are. one of them will slip up."

you groan, leaning in to rest your forehead against his. he chuckles, planting a quick kiss to your lips.

"do not pout," he teases. you only stick your bottom lip out dramatically in response. he snorts, shaking his head at your dramatics.

"i hate it when you're right," you grumble.

"no you don't~" he sings in response. you grin, rolling your eyes at him.

"yeah, you're right. i can't hate anything about you." your expression softens as you reach up, brushing your hand against his cheek. he nuzzles against you, closing his socket. his grin relaxes.

"i can't wait until i can love you without worrying about anything."

nightmare's tentacles fold around you, tucking you snuggly against himself.

"and i will wait a thousand moons until that day comes."

[blake-elladonna]

♡ Sweet tooth ♡

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝟒𝟖

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏 𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝟒𝟐 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Ranpo has always had a sweet tooth and when it comes to you and how he feels — day by day it’s becoming harder not to indulge; and when you decide to confront him, he realizes he might have to risk getting a cavity.

Ranpo hadn’t looked up when a couple of plates were set in front of him; and he sure wasn’t going to when a glass was either. “Come on, Ranpo. I know you aren’t one to refuse sweets. You’ve been ignoring me since yesterday.”

“I’m working on cases. They aren’t going to solve themselves.” You huffed at his immitation and leaned your hips against the table. “So you’re just— going to ignore me?” Don’t look up.

“I’m just going to do cases, it’s my job.”

“And it’s also your job to take care of yourself. You’re going to get a headache; or a stomach ache or something. Did you even go home last night?”

He didn’t answer that question. As much as he wanted to at this moment, he wouldn’t be able to lie to you. So in response he turned the document over in the folder causing you to sigh, “Come on, Ranpo. Please don’t shut me out. Why can’t you just admit that you like me?”

There it was.

You sat down beside him; leaned closer in hopes of catching his eyes. Your hand was the first thing he saw until he looked over. Your eyes carrying a sadness his heart sank at witnessing. “I don’t have to be as smart as you to see you like me. And you should know just by looking at me I feel the same way. So please, say something. If you don’t I’m— I’m going to go crazy.”

Ranpo opened his mouth and when coming short, you pleaded again. Then he did something he couldn’t control. Something he wouldn’t have fathomed to do in a million and one years; whether it was from his own self esteem, insecurities or both. But he kissed you.

You must have been as shocked as he was because you fell back with your finger touching your lips. “It’s because you’re— too sweet.” He mumbled. His eyes darting back to his work once moving your hand out of the way. “I have a sweet tooth; but I’m not deserving enough. Not enough to have that.”

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[lovelastart]

My artworks for BSD Bleeding Hearts project!! Inspired by this amazing Fukuran fanfic by warsfeils 💕💕💕 go read it but mind the tags too!

These are some of the pics

My art is mostly symbolic or metaphorical to the fic.

When Fukuchi manages to snatch Ranpo in the shadow, he grabs his hand with force. Fukuzawa is there, but far, his back on them, his focus on the bright ideals of his justice.

Inspired by "Two Satyrs" by Peter Paul Rubens.

Eventually, Fukuzawa has to take back what's his, even if he has to use a bit force on Ranpo, he has to force away what his dear old friend has done to his little favorite.

Inspired by "The Archangel Michael overthrowing Lucifer" by Francesco Maffei.

Finally, Fukuzawa gets his Ranpo back into his arms. Mixed emotions swirl, mostly relief. Fukuzawa faces away from the light, as long as he can feel Ranpo's warm body, strong heartbeats, genuine smile.

'Let the world burn while I save you. We can save the world after that.'

There are still 3 more pics you can check out on my Twitter

[rollinouttahere-writes]

helloo! I just saw your Valentine's Day event and was wondering if I can request for a milk chocolate no.17 with sanji? thank you in advance and hope you're having a nice day!! 💖

... I went over 1000 words again...

I decided to make this one vanilla, I hope you like it!

Sanji x GN!Reader

1.3k words

Prompt:

I don’t deserve you, but I want you. Is that so wrong?

Sanji being doting was hardly unheard of, it was seemingly in his blood. Lately, however, it had been borderline excessive. It was normal for you to receive an extra treat or drink when Sanji was serving meals and snacks, but now you were on the receiving end of some special treatment. Rather than getting a share of what everyone else was having, he was making food specifically, and only, for you. 

Admittedly, it had taken you a while to notice the behavior, with Luffy being the one to call attention to it when he realized that you had gotten extra food. Naturally, he’d wrapped himself around Sanji while loudly demanding some, too. 

Sanji had yelled at him that he literally just ate and not every single thing that comes out of the kitchen needs to go to him, but it was a losing battle. Resulting in Sanji having to abandon the conversation you two had been having to make your bottomless pit of a captain something to eat lest he “starve to death”. The bickering had been funny, but you couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that Sanji had gone out of his way to make something just for you.

It made you feel special, though you couldn’t be sure why he suddenly started doing this. Before he began acting this way, he’d been borderline avoidant of you for a while. What had changed?

The doting had only ramped up from there. Every time the ship docked at a populated island he would come back to the ship with a gift for you, and that was excluding the instances where he’d talked you into exploring the town with him. On those occasions, he’d bought you numerous gifts if you so much as looked at something for too long. Any attempt to dissuade him would be shot down with him insisting that you deserved it and he wouldn’t be discouraged. 

On top of that, he’d been awfully touchy. If you were walking together, he’d insist that you hold his arm so that “you don’t get separated”. Whenever you were in close quarters, he’d take any opportunity to brush up against you. When he would pass behind you, he would place his hand on your lower back. Again, not abnormal in and of itself, but the frequency of his touches was noticeably higher than it usually would be.

If this was anyone else, you would easily come to the conclusion that this person was crushing on you hard. But, with Sanji, it was harder to determine that. He was a chronic flirt, at what point could his actions truly be considered unusual? Was this a serious interest he was taking in you, or was simply being extra nice to you because you were all crewmates? Without a full on confession, you felt stuck in a will-he-won’t-he limbo. What you wouldn’t give to guarantee that this would end on the ‘will he’ side.

All of this led you to tonight. Sanji had invited you to come taste test some new dishes. You aren’t sure why he insisted on doing this in the middle of the night, but who were you to question a culinary genius?

But the most likely answer was that he was praying Luffy would be asleep and wouldn’t disturb you two this time.

Dim lights are shining under the door as you make your way to the kitchen. The sound of dishes clanking against the table could be heard from the hallway. Before the door was even open, several delicious aromas flooded your senses. Oh, you were definitely going to enjoy this taste test.

You quietly slip into the kitchen and are a little surprised at what you see. You’ve been present for Sanji’s food experimentation before, and never before did it come with a beautifully set table and candles. Rather than a collection of miscellaneous dishes, there were only two plates on the table sitting opposite from each other.

Sanji was standing at the kitchen counter adding the finishing touches to a decadent looking cake, and he was so focused on icing it perfectly that he had yet to notice that you were here already.

For the most part, barring a couple of fashion atrocities, Sanji liked to dress well, but he looked especially refined right now. He’d ditched his typical three piece suit, instead settling for some black dress pants and a silk shirt that was only buttoned up half way. The rolled up sleeves accentuated his defined forearms, making them downright difficult to tear your eyes away from.

Needless to say, you were feeling painfully underdressed in your pajamas. What can you say? You thought this was about to be a glorified midnight snack session, not a candlelit dinner.

Before you could attempt to sneak out and put on literally anything else, Sanji finally saw you. He tensed, likely surprised that you got the drop on him, but quickly recovered and turned to face you properly. He smiled so warmly that it distracted you from your previous embarrassment.

“You’re here! I’m glad, I was worried you might change your mind,” he averted his eyes, and there was a noticeable red tint to his face. 

“I would never pass up on an opportunity to try some more of your food.” Doing so would be simply insane. You scratched the back of your neck as you glanced down at your pajamas again, “So, uh… Should I go change? This looks like it might be a bit more than a taste test.”

“No!” Sanji all but shouted, only to backpedal into a softer tone, “No, you don’t have to do that. I think you look breathtaking.”

You decided to internally agree to disagree on that point. Though you couldn’t help but notice how he neglected to confirm or deny that this invitation was for something more than what he initially said it was.

Sanji took the cigarette he’d been smoking and snuffed it out in an ashtray before approaching you directly. Once he was in front of you, he hesitated for only a moment before taking your hands in his. Your heart rate increases as you begin to think you know where this is going. Was this actually happening? Is he going to confess?

“I don’t deserve you, but I want you. Is that so wrong?” The words were spoken so softly that you wondered if you heard him right. He continued, “I know that I’ve said things to this affect countless times before, but I’m not saying this just for the sake of flattering you. I mean it. Even if it is wrong and selfish, I can’t go on denying the truth. I love you.”

The gray-blue eye that had been locked onto your intertwined hands drifted up to your own eyes. Many emotions hung onto his every micro-expression. Fear. Adoration. Distress. Relief. Trepidation. Excitement. A dominant emotion ebbed into all of them. Love.

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind as to whether or not he meant it. You felt like he’d all but bared his soul to you, and he probably would do just that if he could. Every word of that was true, you knew it.

This was an intensely romantic moment. Ideally, you should maintain the atmosphere by responding in kind with your own touching confession.

Unfortunately, the excitement from him admitting his feelings may have fried your brain. Instead of carefully chosen words, you launched yourself at Sanji, wrapping your arms around him and pressing an almost frantic kiss against his lips.

The force of the action made both of you lose your footing and collapse into a heap on the ground. You pull away, worried that you may have hurt him. For a moment he just stares ahead with a blank, shocked look on his face. Then it morphs into a grin and- literal hearts appear in his eyes?

And then it’s his turn to all but attack you with a kiss of his own. You’re pretty sure he’s completely forgotten about the dinner.

[of-many-fandomss]

Hi!!! Could you please do Regulus Black x reader for Valentines?? Maybe where reader is Reg's s/o but some girls are trying to hit on him. No jealousy, just Reggie shutting them down.

Omg this is my first Regulus request!!

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You always knew you never had anything to worry about. Sure, you had been able to somehow grab the attention of the- in your most humble opinion- most handsome and loving boy in all of Hogwarts. And though you knew that meant that you wouldn’t be able to dodge the way all the other girls at school wanted him, it never bothered you. Because you trusted Regulus wholeheartedly.

But, seriously? It was Valentine’s Day for Merlin’s sake, couldn’t they find someone else to bother?

You glanced across the table to your boyfriend, who looked equally as bored as you did whilst staring up in annoyance at the girl who had wandered over to your table and was so blatantly flirting with him right in front of you, in the middle of the restaurant.

Your head was rested lazily in your hand, while your free fingers drummed against the table, waiting for the girl to get the hint and get the hell out of there.

“What do you say we get out of here?” She blinked her eyes down at the black haired boy seductively, biting down on her bottom lip in a way that was no doubt supposed to be endearing.

“I’m here with someone,” Reggie snapped impatiently, gesturing over to you in frustration from the audacity that this girl had.

All you did was smile and wave sarcastically when her glaring eyes snapped over to you.

She scoffed, “Oh really? You’re going to give up being with me so that you could be with her?”

Big mistake.

Regulus glared at her in a way so harsh and dangerous that you were surprised that she didn’t spontaneously combust on the spot, “I suggest you get the bloody hell out of here before I lose my temper, because you were stupid enough to disrespect her in front of me.” He warned lowly, hands clenched in a tight fist on top of the table.

With wide eyes of horror at his sudden mood shift, she stumbled backwards and away from the table, leaving your line of sight almost instantly.

As soon as she was gone, your boyfriend softened in front of you and he ran a tired hand down his face, “I’m sorry, mon chéri.” He groaned, “She was being so-“

Finally letting out a real smile, you reached across the table and gently taking his hand in yours and pulling it up to your lips, placing a soft kiss on his knuckles that had been clenched just a few moments ago.

“It’s alright, my love,” You whispered, “Let’s just get back to our night.”

Regulus sighed lovingly, caressing the side of your face for a moment before pulling away with emotions swimming intensely in his eyes, “Alright. Lets enjoy our night.” He agreed.

[swampstew]

Valentines Day Event - closed

Rules: use the below event ticket and submit it to my ask/submission box from February 2-10, 2024 with your blorbo of choice - any adult character in One Piece, can repeat characters. Up to 25 cards available! No anon submissions cause then I can't send you a card.

This event opens up on February 2 and runs through the 10th. On Valentine's Day, you'll find an OP themed card in your ask box/DM!

Any ticket requests submitted before Feb. 2 risk being deleted.

Must use event ticket to be considered for entry during event deadline

Valentine Cards ♡

[cvlutos]

“Heartslabyul’s Annual Valentine’s Day Tea Party”

| 02.13.23 | 0.7K | Rated PG |

Riddle Rosehearts X GN!Reader

Characters 18+ | Fluff | Soulmates | Poetic | Proceed with Caution, Beloved. |

T.Manor.Notes: YAY! I poured my heart and soul into Riddle’s!! Happy Valentine’s Day, Beloved!

RULE 500: SOULMATES MUST PREPARE THE ANNUAL VALENTINE’S DAY TEA PARTY TOGETHER. NOTHING SHOULD BE MISSING, NOR BROKEN, AND MUST BE MADE OUT OF THE FINEST SILK, CLAYS, METALS, AND CLOTH. ZERO SUBSTITUTIONS.

His hands are warm. Firm, like that of a strong oak tree that you once climbed as a child, with its thick trunk and sturdy branches that held your weight then and you were certain that even in old age, would—could hold you know. Ageless yet aged so gracefully as warm sun bleeds through green leaves, warming your skin and giving into your childlike sense of wonder. What could possibly be beyond its leaves, beyond the twisting and winding of branches? You know the answer. The clear blue sky.

Spring is when the thread shines the brightest.

The crimson rope nearly glowing as you spend your days staring at the winding red that wrapped around streetlamps and swished and swayed between lovers who have already found each other. A string that never strays, and you know what lies attached, the special one waiting for you. Calling for you, with every winding of the thread, every turning road it leads you down.

His hands are warm, the string tied oh so tightly to his left pink, like a crimson ring, as your threads wrap gently around both of your wrists and hands. Palms pressed tightly together. The trolley jostles slightly, the bag you're holding swaying in your grip, once again becoming aware of where you were. Sitting upon plush velvet seats, as open-air danced upon your skin and shifted your clothing. The trolley is crowded, overflowing with couples, lovers—soulmates. Some married for years and some married recently. Others only just now finding their other half.

Soulmates.

That word often sends a shiver down your spine, as your glance at the one who sat beside you, who silently gazed at his phone, staring at the checklist of all the things we needed. You glance at the large paper bag that you hold, filled to the brim with decorations. The small trolley once again rocks your shoulder and brushes against his, yet he remains unfazed.

The checklist had all the items needed for the Tea Party. Most of which you acquired, having run around all the Queendom all morning until early afternoon, hand in hand like children in a candy store. Eyes bigger than their stomachs as they stocked up on sweetest delights. Yet with no one to wave a finger in your face and scold you. You both strayed from the checklist slightly.

“You seem quite deep within your pool of thoughts.”

As if someone had popped your balloon, you snap out of your thoughts, shaking your head wordlessly. “Is something wrong?” Soft gray eyes that reveal so much to you. Concern, curiosity, love. All of each in which he wants you to see.

“… No. I was just thinking.” He tilts his head further, brows furrowing together, yet he doesn’t speak, merely observing you. Watching you gather your thoughts in a way that would make sense, he squeezes your hand. A subtle motion, but one that has your shoulders relaxing almost instantly.

“We’re soulmates..” It comes out as a breathless laugh, as if dawning on you, that your soulmate was none other than the Riddle Rosehearts.

“… We are…” There's hesitance, yet not of regret or dislike, but of embarrassment and joy. The apples of his cheeks turn a soft pink, as he does a quick glance to your hand—his hand—hands entwined. He thinks to move for a moment, his palm pulling away. You won’t let him. The action startles him, a gentle clap sound following as your reposition your hand closer, tighter than before.

“Your hand is warm.” He mutters under his breath, eyes moving away from you, as you blink.

What could possibly be beyond its green leaves, beyond the twisting and winding of branches? Beyond the red strings that followed closely behind as you climbed, higher and higher and higher. As you swat aside leaves, feeling branches scratch your cheeks. You knew the answer, yet it’s different. There are clouds. White fluffy clouds that slowly crawl against the blue sky. It’s different, yet—

“I'm happy… that we’re soulmates…“ There’s a breeze that blows, dances across your face, and ruffles your clothing, that makes Riddle’s words seem like a melody you have oh so long to hear.

And it is better than you expected.

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