#I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ALL HER LOVE AND AFFECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I DONT WANT HER TO GIVE HER LOVE TO ANYONE ELSE BUT ME

[makeyoumine69]

Oh those other anons are soooo right.

Bruce would be going insane when he finally gets his girl bred. Seeing her trying on gala dresses that are much too small now, her hips getting fuller, tits getting bigger, and swelling with his kid? Way to end up in the gossip mags.

I dont think he'd be able to stop himself at one. You know what the elites are like, kings never just had one heir.

I think he'd want to suck on her tits so bad.

Tbh, i can see Patrick doing that too.

Carrying His Child | Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader, Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader HEADCANON

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: NSFW, implied smut, lactation kink, breeding kink, body worship, pet names, some dirty talk, Pregnant!Reader, breeding kink, pregnancy-related details, established relationships, Husband!Patrick Bateman, Husband!Bruce Wayne, pregnancy sex.

𝐀/𝐍: I couldn't agree more with what anon said and I just wanted to write down some of my thoughts about these two men. Hope you enjoy it!

Patrick Bateman

The recent news of your pregnancy would be both shocking and exciting for Patrick, but he wouldn't even know how to react at first. Should he be openly happy, as all doting partners are, or should he keep it all to himself so as not to look weak and pathetic? This man may not be the best at showing emotion and affection as most people perceive it, but what Patrick is good at is being in control and inflicting it on every aspect of his life, including you and his unborn child. So it's obvious that once your pregnancy is confirmed, Patrick would turn into the most overprotective man, but the dark side of it would be that he would have a grip on everything you do, your lifestyle, what you eat and drink, and who you interact with. And of course it would annoy you sometimes, but this man will try to manipulate you into thinking that he knows what's best for you. When the two of you are out in public, he would hold you close, but not really be clingy, more like allowing you to hold onto his arm, and Patrick would definitely hate any questions related to your pregnancy, like who the two of you are expecting and what month you're at.

Patrick prefers to think of having children as building a lineage - a legacy of his own blood and flesh. And although the burden of parenthood weighs heavily on his shoulders and makes him somewhat unhappy, he can sometimes find the concept of building a dynasty with you quite appealing. But the worst thing is that he doesn't really care about your thoughts or feelings about it, because he sees you as his property—he owns you from head to toe, every little bit of your body is his to possess and ruin. So once the idea of impregnating you again was fully integrated into his twisted mind, there would be no barriers for him to make his fantasies come true. Patrick would patiently wait for you to give birth to his firstborn, maybe even give you time to recover before he'd impregnate you again, using the beautiful and flowery phrases about the love between a man and a woman and how he wants you to give him as many children as he wants because children are flowers of life. There is no obstacle for him to get what he wants. No doubt that Patrick would do everything to make you the best mother because appearances are always important and he wants nothing more than a perfect wife and perfect children—the American dream family. Nothing more, nothing less.

As mentioned, Patrick is not a fan of physical affection, but sometimes, if he's really in the mood or if he thinks it would be easier for him to just give you a hug instead of listening to you vent, he'll do it. Of course, this guy knows how fucked up women can feel during pregnancy, but he can easily be overwhelmed by your depressed mood or your complaints about being tired all the time. On the days when he can't take it anymore, he'd try to escape and lose himself in some nightclub with some other yuppie in the company of pretty blonde hardbodies, but he'd never really try to fuck anyone else because his body would oddly crave only you. It would be annoying for him, especially when he realizes that the changes in your pregnant body only make him more horny. MUCH MORE HORNY. It literally drives him crazy. Whenever he sees you wearing something skimpy, Patrick's dick gets unbearably hard and he has to drag you back into the bedroom or press you against any surface he can BUT he has to remember that the current circumstances are different. You're carrying his child and he can't be as selfish as he always chooses to be—Patrick hates to admit that the unborn child was already stirring something weird in him. But he didn't know how to deal with that strange feeling in his chest when he touches your baby bump with his hands or his lips. It's definitely something different. So different that he forgets about everything else but you—all the blank thoughts about how much money he spent on his new suit the other day, or what tie Tim Price wore yesterday, or which model Craig McDermott boffed at the last fashion show. Fuck all that. If he ever needs to be really gentle, it should be with his pregnant wife. No questions asked. As awkward as he imagined pregnancy sex to be, in reality Patrick enjoyed it even more than before, it was much more sensual and to have you so sensitive in his strong arms, reacting to his every little move, felt like heaven. "Fuck... You're taking me so well, doll," Patrick would murmur in your ear in a passionate tone, spooning you while he covered your neck with feverish kisses, his hands secured around your round belly while he continued to push carefully inside you. "So soft, so round, so warm." Being both insatiable and needy, Patrick would be literally erratic in his craving for your breast milk, acting like a little baby. But, if you ever implied that he was behaving like a baby boy, he would be so fucking offended and grumpy, but in the end, he would suckle at your breasts with full determination, which would make your nipples really sore, especially the moments when he would decide to use his sharp white fangs. Patrick literally can't stop craving the taste of your breast milk—he even considered taking some of your expressed milk to add to the coffee at the office. But this psycho would never tell you about his depraved plans.

Bruce Wayne

When it comes to your pregnancy, Bruce is extremely protective, but not in a babysitting kind of way, because he doesn't want you to feel pressured and obligated to follow a strict list of instructions, as he respects your personal boundaries, but still, sometimes Bruce can be a little too stressed about the safety of you and the baby you're carrying. Giving him a few pecks, stroking his cheek in a reassuring way, and telling him that he doesn't have to stay alert may help. But only until the next time Bruce gets worried about something else. He would also never stop bragging about how proud he is of you and how beautiful you are whenever you show up together at any gala event, and he would even make you wear the tightest dresses to show off your baby bump so that everyone would know who you belonged to. The images of you playing with your child in the backyard of the Wayne Manor would be his most intimate fantasy that he wouldn't share with anyone, claiming it was too personal. After all, Bruce has always been too sensitive about anything family related, but now he was in the process of creating HIS OWN family and he finds himself even more anxious, but he would do his best not to let anything like what happened to his parents happen again. Never again.

The idea of putting another baby inside you after you give birth would live inside his head for a long time like a brain worm, but it would be a very difficult time for him finding the right moment to make a suggestion about it. The man would be nervous because he knows that pregnancy is a very complicated time for any woman, with all those heavy syndromes, including morning sickness and sudden mood changes due to hormones. Bruce sees all this and it makes him insecure if you really want to go through all this again. And he'll never make decisions like this for both of you without your approval. For now, the man will focus on your current pregnancy, take care of you in every way possible, be your shield and shoulder to lean on when you feel down or unsure about being a good parent. Every time you doubt that you'll be a good mother, Bruce will bury his nose in the crook of your neck, deliberately tickling your skin to hear you laugh, and then whisper sweet little things about how happy he is that you're carrying his child and how absolutely sure he is that you'll be the great mother. Zero doubt.

Physical affection means a lot to this man, starting with holding your hand every time you walk together, hugging your waist whenever he can, planting feathery kisses on your temple or forehead. And all of this Bruce does to make sure you know how much he loves you, how much he cherishes every second of his life spent with you. When your body begins to change due to pregnancy, Bruce would be even more focused during sex, making sure you feel good and comfortable, choosing the best position to fuck you deeply but without harming the baby, literally worshipping your body as his personal shrine, telling you how much he loves every little detail of your changing figure: "Uh, darling, you're so beautiful. Uh...I can't get enough of you." In the mornings, you'd usually find him resting between your legs, eating you out with pure devotion, caressing your curvaceous hips and massaging your ample breasts that would soon be so full of milk. One day, when he was playing with your nipples and some of your milk would spill out, he would catch it with his finger and put it in his mouth—the moment Bruce would taste your milk for the first time would be his personal downfall as he would be very paranoid that you would think he's weird. He would try to fight the very idea of asking you to suckle your breasts, and he would be absolutely embarrassed until one day you would suggest it to him, because you'd remember his moan of satisfaction when he tasted your breast milk. Sometimes Bruce would latch his mouth around your nipple as you rode him, his muffled soft moans sounding so perfect and hot, literally becoming your personal aphrodisiac, making you orgasm quite quickly and very vividly. And your round hips, Jesus Christ, your hips would always be touched and teased, fondled and kneaded—simply because your husband can't stop himself, he's literally obsessed. The days when you're struggling with your sore breasts, Bruce would immediately offer you his help, massaging your soft mounds and asking you how you feel and if he can squeeze them a little tighter, because he wants to feel your tender flesh under his fingers—he literally craved it so much. Scattering pillows on the bed for you to rest on would be Bruce's special ritual whenever you decided to get naughty or just relax together, naked, skin to skin, lips on lips. Once your baby bump got too big, Bruce would help you take a shower, including washing your hair and every little patch of your gorgeous body, so after that he can comb your hair and carry you into the bedroom to massage your feet and GOD, his strong hands really know how to work magic and sometimes it feels even better than sex.

[chromieclipse]

A fellow Krusielle hyperfixation haver. Blessed be, love your art, and all the expressions you draw Noelle with. Also, just really like Kris's design. Gives me life. Got any random/silly headcanons for them?

A lot of my headcanons spawn in my brain like weeds and I just dont know where they come from until I'm drawing, but let's see...

Kris is the one most head-over-heels between the three of them. Noelle is very obvious about her crushes, but Kris is fucking SMITTEN and doesn't know what to do about it.

Kris's love language is bullying, but not in the "im gonna pick on this kid and be mean" way, in the "im going to egg these two on until they do something about it" way, and then they profit via getting reactions (whether it be Susie grabbing them/manhandling them, or Noelle becoming incapable of looking them in the eye)

Noelle, while the most obvious about her crush, is also the one most willing to put that aside and get shit done. You CANNOT manipulate her to save your life. Susie rubbed off on her a little much, plus the scariest person she's ever met is her mother, and neither Kris nor Susie could get her to do something she isn't already okay with.

Susie can and will pass out anywhere, at any time. She sometimes just needs a good nap, and this can also mean in the middle of watching TV or playing video games, she just. Knocks out. It's a comfort thing; she feels comfortable and safe, she falls asleep. Noelle has stopped Kris from drawing on her face multiple times.

None of them have ever officially said they're dating, but everyone assumes they are. I don't want to define the relationship they all have together either, but I think that's more due to me being aromantic personally and not fully knowing/experiencing attraction so defining that is hard for me :'D you can just assume my krusielle art is them together in some capacity, even if not defined.

There was a brief time where Kris was trying to set up the pair of Susie and Noelle and then shy out of it as if they weren't there, which Susie didn't pick up on (and would force them into socializing anyway), and Noelle thought might be that Kris hates her now. In reality, Kris knows their history and imagines that neither would like them "that way". This gets resolved very quickly because when Susie is stubborn, she's REALLY stubborn.

kind of a reverse headcanon, I don't have an assigned gender at birth for Kris like. At all, when I'm drawing them. I've joked with friends that it's whatever's funniest in the moment and that's probably what I'm going with, because why does that matter, they're nonbinary and its nobody's business LMAO

Susie is the most touchy-feely of the three of them, the most willing to engage in PDA. Kris is the most touch-starved but they're also avoidant as HELL of saying it out loud, and would rather die than admit they just want to be held. Noelle's firmly in the middle, but she does very much like affection, she's just more of a words of affirmation person.

They CANNOT study together. They never get anything done and just fuck around. There have been multiple times where Kris has turned them into "impromptu flirting lessons" and managed to cause both Susie and Noelle to break down flustered because they know exactly how to do that to both of them.

Noelle has snuck out of her house multiple times to see them both, and it's a thrill she never gets over. It's almost like she's hanging out with Dess again, and she craves to be rebellious and loud and speak her mind, she's just never been given the space to do so. While she's the gentlest of the three, she sometimes just wants to let go and get angry or loud and Susie + Kris enable it.

I said this before but I'll say it again: Kris gets fainting spells/headrushes on a semi-regular basis that they don't really tell anyone about or talk about. Susie learned about it first, but then Noelle did. Whenever Kris feels faint, Noelle is quick to take charge and get them somewhere they won't potentially hurt themself.

All three of them are deeply accident prone in different ways. Kris will get themself hurt unintentionally, Noelle tends to get caught in any slight against authority she does (which is something Kris and Susie have started preparing for), and Susie is the most likely to accidentally hurt someone/bump into them/isn't very aware of how big she is compared to those around her.

But yeah that's about it! I hope you enjoy the couple of doodles I did, and the headcanons I have off the top of my head <3

[slytherinboysvip]

love letter.

the slytherin boys seem to have quite the crush, shame they’re too nervous to tell you face to face

mattheo riddle 𓆩𓆪 : you were sitting in class when professor snape told everyone to get their textbooks out, as you opened up the book a folded piece of parchment fell to your desk and you opened it suspiciously, smelling cologne sprayed lightly on the paper.

‘y/n, i genuinely don’t know why i can’t just approach you like i can anyone else, but i just want you to know you’re different. not in a bad way, in an intoxicating way; i want to know you, explore you. i see the way you carry yourself and it makes me want to lift you off your feet and show you how you should be treated like a queen. you’re absolutely stunning and all i ask is one chance to show you what you’re worth. -m.r’

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theodore nott ୨୧ : as you were walking into your dorm you noticed a crimson envelope laying on your bed next to a single rose, you were utterly confused as to who it could’ve been from and how they got into your dorm, yet you were intrigued. cautiously walking over to it and opening the letter.

‘cara mia, you’ve captivated me. your natural beauty is unmatched and simply seeing you focusing during potions is enough to make my day better. i swear my eyes are always on you any chance they can be and im tired of taking things slow. i want you to be mine y/n, my girl, i’ll be at your dorm tonight at seven; check your closet for your outfit. hoping you answer the door when i knock. - with admiration, theo n.’

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tom riddle 𓆘 : as you arrived at the library for your and tom’s study session; mandated by professor slughorn, you were confused as to why he wasn’t there because he was always on time. rather than seeing him, you noticed a small box on the table you usually sat at and walked over to open it up. you audibly gasped seeing a ring with the most gorgeous emerald as the stone, and opened up the letter that was under it.

‘im sure you’re quite confused and surprised as to where i am y/n, but im not good with words face to face. i find i need time to think on what to say to get my point across correctly. whether the feelings are reciprocated or not keep the ring, it’ll look lovely on your hand. as for the purpose, you..infatuate me y/n. captivate me? im honestly not too sure what my feelings are however for some reason you make me not want to ignore them. i dont say these things often or truly know and understand affection, but id be a mad man not to notice how gorgeous you are. meet me at the astronomy tower when you finish this letter. - tom riddle.’

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draco malfoy ☘︎ : as you entered the great hall you were greeted with whispering heads and smirking faces towards your direction, looking around with a confused face you slowly walked over to pansy and sat down next to her, whispering what everyone was staring at. she giggled and pointed towards the huge bouquet of your favorite flowers that held a note adorned with the malfoy family emblem. you looked at her surprised and opened the note.

‘y/n, sorry if this is too much, i honestly don’t think it’s enough but i don’t wish to bombard you with things too soon; though id do anything to make you happy. im sure you have an idea of who i am based on the emblem, but just hear me out. we’ve known one another for years and ive silently admired your beauty each on of them. i dont wish to stay silent and regret anything in the future for not giving it a chance. you’re stunning and im an asshole who’s working on things, give me a chance? owl me, love. - yours truly, draco malfoy’

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lorenzo berkshire ིྀ: it was a usual day for you until you got to quidditch practice, walking into the house tent and going to your locker, when a note fell from the inside as you opened it. it looked like simple parchment but the handwriting was almost perfect, noticing a pink tulip inside your locker as well.

‘i know this is sudden but i can’t hold back my feelings any longer y/n. i thought playing with you would just help me see you as a friend, but merlin does it only make me want you more. your beauty and agility excite me, you excite me. i find myself looking forward to seeing you any chance i get even if it’s not even bloody directly talking to you. you’re an angel y/n and i would feel lucky just to treat you to one date; and hopefully more. i hope you feel the same and if not ill change your mind darling. - your favorite quidditch player enzo’

this better not flop i put my slythussy into this

[introsquirrel]

Okay okay just finished rapport and we can now confirm that mb is a VERY unreliable narrarator.

Under the cut so I dont accidentally spoil things for people

Also, in regards to art, it doesn't have any context of how it it truly had affected art.

Because oh my god. Oh my god.

Art learning security bypassing codes from mb, learning safety precautions and how to make them subtle from mb, looking at mb's drones and being amazed at how versatile and small they were.

Art, being kind of grumpy and sulky and evasive because it made a friend that it really really likes and then had to leave it. Art, being incredibly protective of secunit even in its absence. Art, being a little in love.

Art, now now understanding that trauma isnt always obvious or dramatic. Art, finding that trauma can stem from losing a childhood home, from getting your research stolen, or from being a part of a system that treats you as disposable and unessential and everything else. Art, who probably heard mb say "sometimes people do things to you that you can't do anything about. You just have to survive it and move on" and likely went oh shit what the fuck

Iris pointed out that art doesn't get along with human adults it doesn't know and that it doesn't get along with ANY other machine intelligences. It never really saw anyone as its equal. It loves and cares for its crew, but it also still manages them in a way.

One thing we see with all of ART's crew is that they are kind and that they want to help. Which is EXACTLY what mb is in its own way. Mb is cranky and thinks it knows better than it's humans, but its still kind and it wants to help. Art is bossy and overbearing and knows its better, but to its people it is kind and it wants to help others.

The idea that art met mb and watched a TV show with it and then watched mb take down a fucking organized crime syndicate while saying "you just had to give them the data chips" in the most exasperated and long-suffering tone (like tlacey could have prevented her own death, and honestly she could have) and art was like "I've never felt this way about anything or anyone before, wOW" is so goddamn funny

It's mentioned later that art didn't tell its crew that mb was the rogue unit in all the news feeds, probably because it didn't want everyone to insist on visiting pres alliance.

But man, I bet it daydreamed about it.

Jdkdbdkdhd god I love these two so much

[nenlio]

Against All Odds BoyFail Danny Scores a Dilf Pt 3

> DP x DC - Copper Ice <

this one goes out to @chekhovs-slinky o7

"up through the rabbit hole, round the big tree-"

"Danny thats for tying shoelaces not ties"

" well SAM if you know so much why don't you try it then?!" Sam rolled her eyes at his complaints, still she got off the couch to help.

" You must be really nervous if you've forgotten how to tie a tie, im pretty sure you learned how to do that in highschool for prom." Danny glared at her, more annoyed than angry. Pushing up the knot Sam pat him on the shoulders, " there we go, all ready to sweep your man off his feet"

Dannys glare softened his grin turning mischievous "thanks for the help Sam, ill be sure to give you the role of best woman at the wedding"

They both chuckled at his words, " I better be! Me dragging you to the Gala is the only reason you even met!" Sam nudged his shoulder, "though your little ghost instincts are getting ahead of yourself don't you think? Let this first date happen and then well see about your wedding planning"

Danny flushed in embarrassment shoving her to the side, " leave me alone, I know its too soon but you tell my core that"

Her expression hardened at his words, " be careful or you might develop an obsession with a capital o on him"

Grimacing at her words, Danny looked away, " I know Sam, I know better than anyone how badly a obsession with someone can turn" Danny turned back with a small smile "I just haven't felt this kind of immediate connection before him. I don't want to lose my chance you know?"

She smiled back, she was proud of Danny for thinking more about how his ghost instincts could affect a relationship. It was a reason she'd broken up with him, citing her inability to truly understand his ghost and hero side and him not taking those sides in mind when concerning their relationship. It'd been awkward for a few months, but with the help of Tucker and Jazz they'd realized they were better as friends.

Sam walked toward the door, exiting with a small wave, "well good luck on your date! text us if you need anything" "Thanks!"

Turning to the mirror once more, Danny grinned at his reflection, mouthing 'I got this' before grabbing his jacket and exiting the apartment.

On his way to Wayne Manor Danny called Alfred, letting him know he would be there in less than half an hour. As he was about to tell him about his plans a call from Ellie came in, " sorry Alfred, my daughter is calling ill call you back in a bit" He heard a faint gasp on the other end of the phone before hanging up.

Wait...had... had he not told Alfred about Ellie?! .....Shit...

Answering the phone a shrill cry greeted him, " MOOMM!! HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME YOU WERE DATING AGAIN?!!!!" faint cackling could be heard in the background. Great. Dan had also heard the news.

"Hello to you too sweetie, Dan. Technically I haven't started dating yet since we haven't had our first date yet. As for why I didn't tell you. Well.. you do tend to push potential suitors away."

"whaAttt?? nO i dOnt!?" Her tone clearly indicated otherwise. While he loved his daughter, Danny knew she still didn't like the idea of his attention being split from them even more. It'd been harder when she was younger but even as a young adult she still valued the little time they spent together too much to approve of a relationship that would affect that time.

Dante's voice then came through the speakers "settle down squirt. Mom's been single for years now to take care of us, he should find someone to be with if he wants."

Aww his little world ender had matured! "thank you Dan, and sweetie you don't have to worry about me loving you any less or us spending less time together. Even if me and Alfred do start dating seriously I will always put you and Dan first.

"yea yeah I know Mom" Ah she clearly wasn't fully on board yet. Well there was plenty of time to get used to the change.

"how about you guys tell me about you day, it would make me less nervous while I drive?" "okay!! so yesterday me and dan-"

Listening to his childrens antics calmed his nerves a little more, making the drive peaceful. He felt a thought nagging him before dismissing it. It would come to him later if it was important.

When the call from Nightingale had come everyone had been present in the manors dinning table for lunch.

Alfred had just finished serving the meal, moving on to drinks. when the landline in the kitchen had begun ringing.

"ILL GET IT!!" Dick launched himself towards the phone. "Wayne Residence, Richard Grayson speaking, how can I help you?" A pause before his face lit up "Oh hi Danny! Yeah Alfred is here let me get him for you." He put the phone on hold before handing it to his grandfather who had just reached the kitchen.

Nodding his thanks, Alfred took the phone off hold, "Hello Alfred speaking, yes good Afternoon Danny how are you today?"

Dick returned to the dinning table smirking at his familys curious looks. "It was Danny, I think hes calling to let Alfie know hes on his way"

"And you didn't think to listen in??" Steph bemoaned

"hey if you want to be on the receiving end of a disappointed stare be my guest."

After a short while Alfred returned with a tray of side dishes, Bruce and the rest immediately noticed his expression slightly wavering. "Alfred? everything okay?"

Setting the dishes down calmly Afred answered his question, "ah yes Master Bruce, everything is okay simply Danny telling me some unexpected information abruptly. Apparently he has a daughter"

Silence.

"HE HAS A WHAT?!" "Did he not tell you that before Alfred?" "Do you mean Daniella Nightingale-Masters? I believe he also has a son, a Dante Nightingale-Masters" "How old are his kids?" " Dude really dropped a bombshell before the big date"

Silence again.

One of those responses was not like the others. Everyone turned to face Damian who apparently knew more than his family.

'tt' Damian looked away "He has clearly mentioned them before in interviews for his conservation efforts, that you didn't check further is simply oversight"

Tim, connecting the dots cut in "wait you said Nightingale-Masters right?"

Damian nodded

At his confirmation Tim's voice got tighter "Masters like the owner of Dalv.Co? who named Nightingale his heir? That Masters??"

An uneasy feeling settled at the dinner table. Everyone clearly coming to the same conclusion. If Daniel's kids were given the Master's surname was the connection between Nightingale and Masters more than family friends? And if the children were such high profile figures due to relations why did they not show up in Daniel's background check?

Sensing the tension Alfred cut in, "While I appreciate the concern I believe Danny and I can sort this out ourselves. Now if you would all please finish you meals, the food is getting cold"

Temporarily placated, the table resumed their conversation and breakfast was finished. Nothing that couldn't be conveyed by pointed stares and gestures was kept to themselves.

It was then that the landline once again rung, Alfred answering and heading to the coat rack near the entrance. "Danny is here to pick me up, I will be back before dinner, I shall see you all later"

Once the door closed all hell broke loose.

Reigning in the chaos Bruce gave out assignments "Dick head to the cave and inform Barbara about the situation, ask if she can find anymore information on the Nightingale-Masters children. Damian go with him, see if you can help. Everyone elss help me with the clean up and then well head to the cave"

Nodding everyone headed to do their tasks.

....It was going to be a long day..

[ghost-proofbaby]

thinking about Eddie being so eager to kiss you all the time and he just gets a little too excited sometimes a little too rough and you bump into something and he cradles you while you giggle cause he can't stop smiling into his kisses

And sure maybe it's a little awkward and teeth knock against each other and he catches your lip in his teeth a little too hard but it's okay cause you're deliriously happy

And it's not about getting to the sex (not all the time anyways) but he's just so happy to have found a safe place to land and he's enthusiastic that he found someone who wants to kiss him just as much as he wants to kiss you

And this time he's not too much and his feelings aren't too big and he doesn't need to tone it down cause you're his person and he's yours

Okay bye ily

mouse. mouse get the fuck back here. MOUSE DONT LEAVE ME LIKE THIS

he's just so happy to have a safe place to land and this time he's not too much and his feelings aren't too big were daggers straight to my heart you come back here right now before i actually bleed out from needing this man so badly.

no but thats exactly it. eddie has spent so long jumping and toeing that line of either trying to cram himself into this bite-sized shape for the ones around him, and just exploding and pretending he doesn't give a fuck that he will never fit into anyone's cup of tea so he'll just make himself even larger, that when you enter his life he just doesnt know what to do about it.

because he starts with his regular tricks of being so over the top, so unbearable, and all you're doing is laughing and entertaining his antics. even playing along at times. and so he retracts a little, turning back into a quiet boy who will shrivel up until he's invisible or easy to love (whichever comes first). but then that doesn't work - and to be truthful, he doesn't even know what his mind's end goal is here because why is he trying to push you away so desperately? - and he's just at a loss. you want him on the thundering days, where he makes his grey clouds everyone's problem and all his lightning is blinding and sporadic. you want him on the quiet days, where the downpour is no longer a roar but a soft drizzle, a bit more silent and a bit more bearable but still there. and he can't tell if it's a joke - he can't decipher if your kisses amidst his rambles are sincere, if you're actually smiling at his jokes because you like him or you're too polite to break his heart. he can't see through those gentle hands you use to caress back his wild hair to be sure that the softest of touches are really just you, or some strange gloves of care that you're only simply wearing for now.

and then one morning, he wakes up, and you're still there, awake before he is and just watching him with so much love. feather-light fingers taking their time tracing over his tattoo on his chest and arms, not noticing he's awake yet as you smile so serenely at him. you're looking at him in a way that he's never really gotten to experience so vulnerably before - like he isn't a nuisance, isn't a mistake. like the universe has so intentionally dropped him into your palms, and you're so aware of how delicate he can be below the surface. and he just breaks.

"i love you"

he'd blurt it out, the first time he's ever said those words to you. it almost feels like the first time he's said those words, period.

he's said them to wayne, in their own way, both a bit stiff in expressing affection and skirting around those words whenever they can for a simply ruffle of hair or unexpected side hugs. he'd said them to his mom, a young boy with shining eyes despite it all, looking at her like she was the world because she was his world.

and... well. that's it. he can count the number of times he's said those words on one hand, and now he's said them to you, and all he can hope is you handle them with as much care as you've handled him.

he hopes you can feel the weight of his heart pressing down on them.

and he thinks you do, when you startle a little, looking up to his lips where those rough words had just fallen from in a cracking tone, and you take your time in awarding him with a smile that could save lives. cure cancer, cure sadness, cure the end of the world even. every cliche possible.

"yeah?" you'd whisper back, and his heart skips a beat, terrified that the next words you say won't be what he needs to hear so desperately. but they are. because of course they are. you wouldn't have been watching him sleep in that way if they hadn't been on the tip of your tongue, "i love you."

not a crash landing, but a soft-padded decent. a slow fall with a cushion to prevent broken bones and more invisible scars.

he kisses you then the way he was going to kiss you every day going forward: pushing forward recklessly, teeth and noses bumping a little, smiles making it nearly impossible. he kisses you like he's coming home after a long day, because he is.

he's home. no boxes in sight to fit into, no cups that'll overflow from all the fizzling feelings pouring out of his chest. you've got him, and he's got you.

[bewitched-hours]

ok so wait i have like evil fluff fantasies so you can ignore this one but like, idea: killers are so out of it that in the middle of a match they give up and seek out reader for comfort and affection and act completely out of character (maybe theyre like supa sick and delirious or smth? idk man up to you)

(dont whip me pls 🙏)

Dw, I love evil fluff too, it's delicious- (I say as I get dragged off the stage) Idk if you wanted headcanons or a oneshot so I hope headcanons will be enough (And if you want a oneshot for any of them or multiple, I'll be happy to fulfil that request as well~)

Let's give the reader They/Them for this!

1x1x1x1

It was... Weird to say the least.

What you thought would be a chase to the death turned into a cuddle session in a small building besides an already done generator...

You knew better than to question it and hesitantly tried to ask what was wrong. Turns out 1x has been sick... Somehow...

Now you were stuck serving as some sort of hugging pillow while she quietly complains about his current state... Just keep running your hands through her hair and hopefully he'll forget about the round?

You ended up being threatened not to tell anyone about this and of course, you're too terrified to go against her wishes...

But by the end you were so confused while the other survivors questioned where you were and how 1x was somehow gone.

Somehow, you managed to lie your way out of it and they actually believed you managed to keep the killer occupied. You were a sentinel with a self-healing ability so it wasn't too unrealistic...

C00lkidd

At first you thought he was gonna chase you but you took note of his unusually sluggish behaviour...

Despite your better judgement, you decided to get close and ask if he's okay.

He collapses into you almost immediately, crying about his head hurting and wanting his dad... Who wasn't chosen for this round but you figured there was a chance 007 could see what was happening, even if that might not be such a good thing...

You immediately go into some sort of parental mode, gently patting his head and assuring him everything would be fine. You even promised him that it'll go away. Probably just a fever anyways...

You somehow manage to stop him from crying and let him fall asleep in your arms... How adorable!

Although... Now you can't move because he was holding onto you so tightly... at least you could reposition yourself to sit down and have him sleep in your lap while you continued to pat his head.

And just like you thought, 007 saw it all and thanked you at the end of the round for caring about his kid. Maybe you'll be getting closer to him soon!

Bluudud

Just like with C00lkidd, you were convinced you were gonna die but noticed he sounded more sickly...

You calmly and quietly led him to one of the abandoned buildings and had him lay down on top of you to see what was up.

Surprisingly, he listened to you and grumbled about everything being too loud and hurting his head. Probably another fever like C00lkidd...

Regardless, you listen patiently and pat his head for comfort. He only groans in response and tells you he's not a baby but he doesn't pull away or attack either...

He actually ends up falling asleep on his own, mumbling something about not needing to be babied but the way he clung to you made you think otherwise.

When the round was done, you openly told the other survivors what happened but made sure they knew not to expect Bluudud to just be friendly for everyone.

At least you knew he saw you as a person of comfort now...

Pr3typriincess

You were pretty much cornered and thought you were gonna die but... You got her hugging you for comfort instead.

Like Bluudud, she complained... A lot...

But either way, you somehow convinced her to find a quiet spot to let her handle whatever pains her with you gently reassuring her that everything will be fine.

She falls asleep the fastest, although mumbling about you being much better at this than the other killers which... Yeah, you could see why...

You end up muttering praises to her to help her sleep easier and you could've sworn you heard her call you "Mama" at one point.

You could've just about exploded... But you luckily didn't.

When the round was over, you made sure the other survivors knew to go easy on her. Because after that whole fiasco... You might've felt a sense of protectiveness wash over you and now needed to speak with 007 and Guest to see if this was really some parental feeling or if you were just acting like this because you remembered she's a kid... Of course it's option 1.

Azure

He caught you while you were working on a generator and while pleading with him, you noticed he couldn't seem to get anything comprehensible out.

Surprisingly, he didn't kill you, just dragged you off to a quiet spot where he could just use you as a living pillow.

You were confused but the tentacles holding you in his grip and his unusually high temperature told you all you needed to know before you started massaging his scalp and quietly telling him to take it easy.

What wasn't surprising was how dramatic he acted about it...

He was full-on telling you he's dying and shit while you're just over here trying to comfort him with his hat long discarded to avoid its annoying screeching.

The way he asks you not to tell anyone was simply too adorable to refuse, making you question how this is the same killer that made you fear death just a minute ago.

Once the round ends, you refuse to talk about what you were doing at all and accepting the suspicions of the other survivors... Why tho-

John Doe

You knew immediately something was wrong when he wasn't using his spikes like normal.

You decided to call Jane over, being close enough to her to know they've been married.

She has you look for a quiet spot before leading John over there. Not like that was particularly hard.

Surprisingly, you both end up in a firm but not really painful hold, like he needed two pillows instead of just one.

He can't really get a thought out but Jane just guessed it was a simple fever and began instructing you to help her comfort him...

Was it weird that you enjoyed this? Nah, you'd probably be the only one thinking that...

But Jane was just happy for a moment like this and you didn't want to take that from her... She more than deserved it...

She's slightly disappointed when the round ends but thanks you for the help and you two proceed to talk about her past again by the docks.

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[freaksun]

eddie doesnt let anyone touch his hair. ever.

it reminds him of his late mother, who had the same gorgeous untamed curls. She used to comb his hair when he was little, being ever so gentle and taking her time brushing out the knots.

his father made him feel less-than for just about everything about him, including his gorgeous mane. Called him awful names and always told him to ‘cut that fairy shit’ when it grew too long.

so, ever since she passed, and his father went to jail, hes been growing it.

unfortunately, she never taught him how to take care of it, she’d always just do it herself. So, he doesnt put product in it, he doesnt cut it, he doesnt even brush it. And, stubborn as his mama, he doesnt let anyone else touch it either.

then you come along, happy and sweet, always loving to everyone. he falls in love with you so fast he hardly even notices. you certainly dont either.

one hot summer day you’re both in his room, you on his bed, him pacing, frantically explaining some sort of nerdy campaign idea. you dont know, you havent been listening for a while, too distracted by the way he keeps wiping sweat from the back of his neck. you cut him off rudely, he doesnt mind

“hey eddie?”

“sweetheart?”

“whens the last time you got a haircut?”

he freezes, silent, which is very out of character, dude never shuts up.

“uhh. like a few years ago. why?”

its your turn to be quiet, suddenly all coy. he finds you absolutely adorable as you stare at his floor, trying to find a way to ask him without startling him. as if he were some wild animal, which, he basically is.

“just.. immm noticinggg its kinda matted in the back…”

you try to sound the least accusing as you can. he doesnt seem offended but you can tell hes thinking.

“well, yeah, i. i guess i just havent touched it since. well my mom used to do it for me”

you feel like an ass, touching on something you shouldnt have, making him all quiet and sad. you backtrack.

“jesus, eddie, im sorry i didnt mean to-“

“its okay angel, i know”

he sits next to you. you give him a nervous smile, still sweet, hesitantly reaching for his curls. you can tell he’s hesitant too, but he nods, granting you permission. you take a single strand between your fingers, twirling it.

“Its so pretty, eds. ..would you let me? take care of it, i mean?”

hes scared. but youre so sweet and youre asking so nicely. a part of him is scared if he lets you, he loses another part of his mom. but the other part is staring into your eyes and seeing nothing but genuine affection.

“i.. i guess you could.. try.”

his heart pounds in his chest. You absolutely beam, thanking him immediately and bouncing around the room, looking for a brush. he laughs, shaking his head. you watch as he rummages through his closet, before handing you a light pink brush. you think about teasing him for it but he already looks vulnerable. you smile sweetly instead, taking it from him.

“sit” you point with the brush. he does as you say, running his hands up and down his thighs in a self soothing motion.

“its okay eds, you dont have to be nervous.. ill be gentle i promise” he gives you an unconvincing smile. you return with a guilty one, downturned. you kneel in front of him, in between his knees, brushing his bangs with your fingers.

“we can stop whenever you want, okay?” his cheeks are bright red as he nods timidly

you move to sit behind him, and run your hands through his curls gently, admiring it. you take a part, hold it at the root, and brush gently.

“that feel okay? tell me if it hurts” ever so sweet.

“mm-hm” you can feel his nervousness. “you- you remind me of her, y’know”

youre pretty taken aback, but honoured nonetheless. you keep brushing through the mattes in his hair as you talk.

“Yeah? Wanna tell be about her?” youre not sure if its the right thing to say, but you figure he probably hasnt talked about her in a long time. you can practically feel his energy shift.

“she was sweet. loving and kind to everyone, like you.” you both smile. “and she was pretty. beautiful. i really miss her.” you stop, rub his back a little.

“i can only imagine.. im sorry eddie.” he turns to face you, smiling.

“s’alright sweetheart. thanks for letting me talk about her” he hugs you. you hug him back, tight.

“hows the ole hair going?” He asks when he pulls back, a joking tone to lighten the mood.

“good!!! ive gotten the mattes outta this chunk here, it looks good. your hair is really beautiful, eds” youre ecstatic and it travels to him.

“thank you. my mom had the same hair.” he smiles, turning back around to let you continue.

“i bet she was really gorgeous.” youre extra-extra gentle. He keeps talking and you keep working. He tells you about how she smelled, the softness of her voice, his favourite memories with her. he tells you about the last time he saw her. he tells you all the things hes been holding inside, everything he never got to tell anyone, never trusted anyone enough. and when hes done, his hair is untangled and soft.

you smile proudly, running your hands through his hair, marveling at your work.

“its done” he whips around, looking at you with wide excited eyes

“really??” you nod, smiling wide. he runs over to the bathroom to see for himself. You stand behind him, peeking over his shoulder in the mirror. Hes surprised, looks like he might even cry. you wrap your arms around him, leaning your head against his arm.

“do you like it? Its a little poofy, but you can wash it out and it’ll look be-“ he cuts you off by turning around and hugging you. he hugs you tight, lifting you up.

“thank you.” you can tell he really means it.

[traffytaffy]

OP men and being “told”they are in love with you:

Ft. Law, Kid, Zoro

Cw: implied fem reader (mainly in zoro’s part)

Ngl, not much of a fan of this so i might make a follow up! lmk if i should!

Part 2

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Law:

Oh boy.

This man doesnt realize it until one of his crew members tell him. He’ll give you small smiles when youre not looking. Completely mesmerized at you: Your focus, your dedication, your delicateness with every task performed. But most importantly: your smarts. Every-time you spoke, he would stop what he was doing and listen intently at whatever subject it was. Which was how the crew…mainly ikkaku, Shachi, and Penguin, knew there was a special interest.

“Am I in love with y/n? I dont see how thats any of your business”

Law says, looking at an accusatory Ikkaku.

“Captain. I can see that look on your face. You’re all red.”

“No im not.”

“Oh yes you a-“

“Room”

~

After that, It really got him thinking. Why did he get all flustered? No. There is no way he was in love. It was just a coincidence that he happened to get all worked up around you. That his heart would beat a little faster. That he was willing to drop whatever he was doing to help/listen or be with you. That he spoke more softer and less stern too. That was all a coincidence….right?

~

“Captain? Who’s that tiny person you’re drawing on your sticky note? Are you distracted by something? Is that… y/n?”

“Don’t any of you know how to knock?!”

A blue bubble surrounds the submarine.

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Kid:

Same as Law.

He doesn’t realize his behavior till a teasing Killer points it out.

“I didn’t take you to be such a romantic, Kid.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

His soft tone of voice in comparison of his rough one. The way he yelled at everyone except you. The way his brows furrowed every time he saw you talking to someone else. The way he locked himself in his workshop and didn’t let anyone in when he saw you enjoying yourself with another crew member that wasn’t him. Killer was the one who found him and he could see right through Kid.

What was this feeling? Why was he more angry?

“You were staring at them that whole time. You’re jealous huh?” Killer asks, Kid could sense the grin from under his mask.

“Jealous? For fucks sake. No”

Killer shakes his head with a laugh and mutters “Whatever you say” before leaving the room.

Kid scoffs. Killer didn’t know anything. This is how he always acted….right? I mean you were beautiful… but that didn’t affect him right? You shouldn’t be all smiley and happy with anyone besides him.. thats just a friendly way of thinking right?

“Eustass? Killer sent me in here cause he said you needed my help with something?” You walk in all shy and innocently. You didn’t know about the little trick Killer was pulling on Kid.

Kid turns soft when he sees you and becomes a blushing and stuttering mess for how caught off-guard he was from your sudden appearance. This, as everything else, enrages him.

And who else is to blame for this?

“KILLER IM GOING TO KILL YOU!”

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Zoro:

He knows what he feels. He just doesn’t want to believe or pursue his own feelings.

Every-time he sees you, his heart beats faster. But this wasn’t the same fast heart rate he got when he was training. Nope. It was every time you were in his presence. Every brush of skin. Every-time he saw you fight. Every time you assisted him in anything.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t have time for romance.”

“Ah! So you’re not even denying it!You’ve never told Sanji off when it came to him flirting with us, but now you suddenly do?”

Nami says, pointing at herself and Robin next to her, referring to the event that led for the crew figuring out he was in love with you. Sanji was serving ice cold drinks he made for the hot summer day and as usual…he got flirty. But once Sanji got to you, his heart eyes and kneeling position in front of you as if you were accepting his hand in marriage. Zoro’s eyebrows furrowed and he stood up from where he was napping.

“Leave them alone Sanji. Can you not be a creep for one day?!”.

Although Sanji would’ve made a snarky remark back. He didn’t. Sanji looked stunned? He looked back at Nami and Robin from where they sat at and Nami shrugged, while Robin gave a knowing smile.

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“You two don’t know crap. I don’t have time for this”

Suddenly, you walk in..

You look at Robin and Nami who were hovering over Zoro cleaning his swords on the bench. Although you were confused, you shrugged it off.

“Oh hey…” you say… “Zoro, wanna train?”

Zoro looks away and starts to stutter.

“Oh uhm…s-sure…”

Nami and Robin smirk at him, which is met with a death glare.

“Im slicing all of you.”

[nartblartmallcop]

human swap AUs

some more pics and also ideas for each scenario under the cut

human Mud AU

Mud has spent the past 50 years of his life lying, cheating and weasling his way through a world that would instantly kill him if it found out who he truly was

this includes painting any visible skin, hiding injuries as soon as they appear, slinking through crowds as unnoticably as possible and, yes, disposing of rotlings who find out his secret

he really wishes the prophecy could've chosen anyone but him. he'd love to relax for once and just be. maybe even for eternity. not worrying about death sounds like such fun

he hasn't even had any visions of the end times or guidance from the angels like he always imagined he'd get when he was younger

enter Ken, a Rotling who sees Mud bleeding from a wound and quickly reveals himself to be embarassingly hard to dump in the ocean

and despite his expecations, Ken makes him an offer: to come work at his butcher shop. they could use a clever guy like him as an accountant

this is deeply baffling, but as Ken explains, he gets a free employee and Mud gets a safe space and an easier way to get rid of any witnesses

what Ken is mostly thinking is that if he tries to kill Mud now it could very well cause a chain reaction awakening whatever forces of fate lay dormant around him. going 50 years without setting it off is too good a record to waste on a creature that'll only live for like 30 more

so Mud eventually agrees, coming to live and work at the whale belly butcher shop (no crime association in this universe) and having a single person to confide in. they'll develop a brotherly bond eventually

the whole plot becomes a story about trying not to set off the prophecy. will it work? probably not lmao

ken is playing the long game in killing Mud sooner by offering him cigarettes at any given opportunity. Mud doesn't even mind, but by the time he'll die of lung cancer Ken will be so attached that he'd be sobbing about it. ironic <3

human Ken AU

Ken has never been one for hiding. or even particularly good at it, so most of his 40 years of life have been spent out in the open and fighting to survive

somewhere along the way he accidentally created a yeast golem, but really, this became his greatest gift

ken had been achingly lonely before breadhead' creation, so finally having somebody to confide in and to trust pretty much saved him from going completely insane

and breadhead also has a deep affection for Ken, mostly expressed in his readiness to crush anyone and everyone who dares to threaten the duo, and in the enthusiastic way he offered himself up as Ken's mobile knife holder

i dont have as many ideas for this AU tbh, it would largely just be an action fest. loads of fighting because Ken just can't hide who he is (shrek 2 reference)

human Breadhead AU

i like just calling him Bready in this AU :]

Bready is around 30 and has been doing relatively okay on his own, but that hardly mattered to Melancholy, the spoiled rotten Mafia Princess of the Smiling Dead (who are far more powerful and influential in this AU)

she found the human from the prophecy all on her own and she wants to be right there with him when he brings in the end times, however he plans on doing that

so she decides to keep him, almost in the way that one would keep a stray cat

but of course, nobody else can know about that. it's their little secret. So she fashions him a disguise in the form of a massive Bread Head. he's totally tall and strong enough to just look like an "underbaked" one

and while Mel does regularly give him delicious food and a soft bed, Bready hates it here and would love to leave. But the Smiling Dead have henchmen everywhere on the island. He couldn't go anywhere without being found out immediately. in a way it'd probably be worse than his human identity being found out

this AU would take on a more comedic tone while still keeping in mind how much Bready's autonomy is being ignored. definitely imagining him snapping in the middle of a fancy ball or smth

bonus: all four humans meeting each other

mud would be salty to hear how comparatively cushy a life mel and bready have, while ken would just get protective of everyone

[jackrabbit-fandom]

Next is mira cause i love her very much. Pretty lady, I'd let her step on me tbh

Once again, they'll be GN, platonic and romantic

Please forgive typos im dyslexic and dumb

Platonic:

- i feel like she lovingly teases her friends, never going so far as to genuinely upset you, just small things. If you're shorter, then her its little jokes about your hieght, if your taller its just calling you a giant. Never anything that would genuinely hurt

- that being said, there likely are tines where she does go a bit too far. Shes a bit rough but i dont think shed get super angry at you for getting upset, mabye a bit annoyed at first but after a bit of a talk shed apologize. Her friends are very important to her after all

- due to her family situation, i feel like she holds onto people who can handle her 'harsh' black sheep side tightly. Once you've gotten close to her, she won't want to let her go. You're her family now. Don't go betraying that trust she gives you. I doubt rumi or zoey would let that go.

- spa days with her and the girls, gossip sessions, and self care would probably happen weekly. Hey, if you're her friend, you gotta be able to get along with her other friends, too.

Romantic:

- this is just a random headcanon, idk if we know their hieghts, but i feel like shes tall. Like at least 6' without heels

- Honestly, i think she's Demi, meaning she has to trust you and be very close with you before she even catches feelings. When she does, i think there may be a bit of anxiety there? She doesn't want to ruin your friendship after all.

- once she finally decides to give it a shot, she's somewhat blunt, i dont really think she'd plan anything big, just a simple movie night like usual before she'd just go "...i like you...." Of course, she'd be over joyed when you returned her feelings, but would probably try to play it off and still act cool

- after you're finally together, she's more or less the same, still teases and 'bullies' (in a nice way, of course). The main difference is now she's a bit more affectionate.

- i think she's the type to randomly hug you from behind and lift you a bit, somewhat aggressive affection though i doubt she likes Pda that much in public at the most its hand holding, and that's it

- im going to be honest. You'll probably have to reassure her that you dont mind her harsh or blunt attitude. It's pretty obvious she has a few insecurities. she's probably worried she'll accadently push you away

- spa days are still a thing, but now their more than 1 on 1 and a bit more intimate. Mainly just comfortable silent moments with you taking care of her hair or her doing yours (dont care if you're a guy/more masc or dont care much for self-care stuff, your goin) its mainly just be a time where she lets her gaurd down and is a tiny bit 'softer'

- She's the little spoon, dont care if you're shorter or taller. you're holding her, and she is burying her face in your neck/chest. Deal with it.

- she likes that she can be fully herself with you, you dont judge her weirder moments, you dont judge her bluntness, and you love all of her. And she'll return that just as much, if not more.

- shes actually quite forgiving i think, obviously if a argument happens or you do something upsetting she might need a bit to mull it over, but as long as it wasnt anything HUGE i think shed forgive you after having her alone time

Overall, if you can get through that shell of hers, she'd be the perfect friend or partner. Though careful not to hurt her, she may be the 'strong' one emotionally, but zoey and rumi won't let anyone get away with hurting their bestie

- if you like make-up she'd happily do yours for you, i dont think shed let you though unless you've proven your skills/j

- clothes sharing, this is probably platonic and romantic cause i can see her doing it with the girls, too. Even if your clothes dont fit super well shed probably still share hers and just wear your jewelry/ stuff thats a bit bigger if your smaller then her or just wear your stuff as oversized whatever if your a bit bigger.

- to add, if your chubby i highly doubt shed care. More to cuddle. But also, despite how she seemed obsessed with abbys well abs, i dont think that's all she finds attractive. She can see the beauty in curves, too. she can and will be able to lift you no matter how much you weigh. i stand by the fact that she is physically strong as hell.

[the-californicationist]

hi cail! this is sizzleee2 from another account 😅 i was wondering if you could possibly make a fic with anyone from tf141 with fem!reader who immediately after sex feels asexuel and gets a little distant, doesnt need aftercare because shes never had any and then finds out how good aftercare feels??? idk, if you dont want to then no pressure! you r just my favourite writer and i love to read your fics!!

-sk0 <3

I’m slowly making my way through my ask box, and you probably forgot about this but I didn’t! lol 😂 I don’t think I fulfilled this request though. Epic fail on my part. Aftercare?? Maybe. If you squint. I’m so sorry. I just got too horny for Gaz. Forgive me? 🩷🩷

TW: female reader, the expected amount of Kyle sass (see gif)

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Tethered

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The skin-searing warmth of his body left you as he finished, falling away and leaving you cold and lonely. The air of the room rushed across your skin, reminding you that he was done with you. He’d used you, and much like the tarred end of a smoked cigarette, you were filthy, you were wet and sticky from his mouth, and you were no longer smoldering from his burning affection. You had been savored and snuffed out, and that was that.

As soon as his heavy frame rolled off of you, you flung the sheet away and darted into the bathroom, ready to be clean again.

You wished you could be like those girls in the movies; the ones who curled around their emptied lovers, laying her head upon his chest, letting him squeeze and fondle her as he dozed, playing in the sweaty mess of her hairline, skirting his brutish fingers along the slope of her brow.

But you weren’t. You were something else. You weren’t sure exactly what, but your past partners had called you all sorts of things. Low-maintenance. Easy-going. Little Miss Quickie.

“Hey,” the door to the bathroom was wrenched open, and in the dark portal of its frame stood your most recent conquest: Sergeant Kyle Garrick, scowling down at you.

He was still naked, as were you, and now that the sparkling fire of your pleasure had been extinguished, it was less exciting and more practical than it should’ve been. Sure, the heavy musculature of his neck and shoulders were still beautifully aggressive. The broad span of his chest was yet as inviting as it had been at the bar last night. The deep v-cut of his Adonis belt was just as tantalizing, particularly when it lead to a softer, shinier, well-used cock, still dripping desire from its gleaming slit.

“What?” You asked, turning to face him, your washcloth in hand.

“Where’d you go? I’m not done,” he asked.

As Gaz stepped forward into your space, you turned to give him your back, watching him in the mirror, feeling and seeing his enormous arms curling around your shoulders and belly like a giant kraken, ready to pull you back into the sea of his bed.

“You felt done to me,” you shrugged, continuing to wash your face, “Was it not good for you?”

The incredulous look in his eye froze you to the spot, and the suds of your soap foamed and popped across your cheek as you waited for his reply.

He pulled himself away, unwinding himself like ribbon from a spool, slipping through you like sand through loose fingers.

“It was proper brilliant. You know it was. You were there,” he laughed, a hint of bitterness tinging the edge of his mirth, “Am I wrong, babes?” Then, his timbre darkened with a quiet uncertainty, “Am I wrong?”

“No,” you turned to face him, wiping your cheek clean, “It was really nice. It’s not you. I’m just usually Ubering home by now.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, pushing back. But he didn’t shy away. He smiled, almost knowingly, as if he expected you to say as much.

“Not much of a cuddler, is that it?” He smiled a bit wider, reaching his arms around you cautiously, waiting for you to pull away again.

You shook your head, and he held your chin in one of his large fists, lifting you up to face him. He studied you, looking into your eyes as if trying to see your mind working away behind them,

“Want me to show you how?”

You met his gaze, and you didn’t know what expression you wore on your face. It was hard to even describe the emotion you were feeling, much less name it. But, when he looked down at you, he seemed to know.

Gaz grabbed your hand in his and dragged you over to the large shower behind him. He turned the water on hot and coaxed you inside. For a few moments, you thought it may be too warm for you to stand it, but as your skin became accustomed to the steam and the heat, you felt your body relax. He didn’t bother with soaping you up or washing your hair; he simply held you against him, your head tucked into his chest, shadowed by his hulking form, covering you in the oppressive warmth of his affection and the pouring water. It flooded your senses, and you felt yourself becoming more pliant to his whims, more open to suggestion, blooming under his touch like a reluctant bud, afraid of the bite from the frost you knew too well.

Because this wasn’t forever. He’d say goodbye eventually. You’d feel the sting of loneliness one way or another. Better to rip the bandage off now and get it over with. Right?

“Hey, come back,” he held your jaw in his strong fingers, making you meet his eyes again, “That’s it. Stay with me, baby. You don’t need to go anywhere. Don’t need to do anything. Just be here, right now, with me. I’ve got you.”

You didn’t know why, but you rejoiced to hear those words. There was something in the way he insisted, something in the comfort of his steady, unhurried embrace that allowed you to melt down into his arms.

When he began to rub you down, chasing the rivulets and currents of the cascading water, you didn’t feel rushed. There was no urgency. He fondled you and caressed you; he squeezed your soft breasts in his palms, but he wasn’t after an orgasm - not yours nor his. He just wanted to touch you.

You felt his hand find your tender pussy, his fingers stretching their way into your hole, still sore from taking his challenging length, still slick from the sticky mixture of your come.His fingertips pressed inside of you, and it was his turn to sigh, his body relaxing into yours, warm to his bones from how joyful he felt at being so welcomed into your hot core.

Pressing your head into his chest, you let yourself live in the moment. You were allowing yourself to be in this steamy limbo with him, feeling him as he was feeling you and yet in no rush to the finish line.

“I’ve got you, babes,” he kissed your forehead, pushing into your cunt even deeper, rocking rather than thrusting his hand against you, letting you grind your hips into the heel of his palm, “I don’t wanna stop. But, if you —“

You shook your head, and even though you weren’t looking at him, you felt him smile. You whispered into his chest,

“It’s alright. We don’t have to stop.”

“Come back to bed with me, then,” Gaz demanded gently, his voice holding a stronger challenge than it had before, steeled by your precarious consent.

You looked up at him, unsure if you could give him what he wanted, but you were willing to try.

You nodded, and he flipped off the water, reaching out of the door to wrap you in a big towel. You watched him dry off quickly before leading you back to bed. He climbed in before you, turning back the duvet, giving you a shadowy little burrow to stuff your body into. You turned away from him, your back to his chest. You held your breath in your lungs still for a moment, wondering and waiting, but once you felt his skin on your skin, you could relax again.

Reaching behind you, you found his hard prick and guided it so that he would slip between your legs, nestled right below your lips, curving through your chubby thighs and up against your mons. The trembling sigh that came from his throat as his cock slotted itself into place lit a fire in your chest again, reigniting the once-cold embers.

He thrust himself against you, testing the waters, waiting for you to reject his advances, but you canted your hips, letting the wetness of your hole glide against the body of his cock, licking him like a mouth as he rutted between your legs. His tongue was on your neck, his hands were on your breasts and belly, his scent invaded your nose; he was everywhere. You didn’t have a chance to second-guess yourself or your smoldering excitement because he was like the steam from his shower; he suffocated your doubts with his desire.

“That’s my good girl,” he muttered against your kiss-bitten flesh, “Use her on me like that. Just like that.”

Gaz reached down to cup your mons, his fingers cradling his head each time he fucked his cock against your folds, keeping it pressed into the slit of your wet quim, nudging your clit every time he shoved himself forward. You helped him, rocking your hips back and forth, matching his rhythm, listening to the soaked, milking noises your sex was making with him.

“See?” He whispered, slurring his words from the pleasure that he was stoking inside of himself, using you to build his fire back to a high roar, “A cuddle isn’t so bad. That’s why you gotta stay here in bed with me, baby. Give me a chance to get hard for you again, yeah?”

You nodded, moaning in agreement, arching your neck to give him more room to work his mouth on you. He took advantage of it right away, feasting on your sensitive skin, raking his sharp teeth across you like the flat edge of a knife, stinging but not ready to draw blood.

“Wanna take you again. Let me have you,” he snarled, all his gentility burning away against his blazing want.

Before you could so much as whimper his name, his hand pressed down until his cockhead was prodding against the soft mouth of your cunt, waiting for your body to swallow him whole. He held his breath as he dipped inside of you. He went slowly, inching his way through your soaked walls, drowning his long shaft in its familiar sheath, groaning and shaking from the bliss of it.

You twisted your hand in the sheets, nearly screaming from the pleasure, too full to move, overstimulated and yet begging him for more with the hungry grind of your hips.

Then, he used his heavy body to shove you beneath him, rolling you onto your belly, pinning you beneath his chest and wrapping his arms around you, stealing away any chance of your escape. But you didn’t want to escape, not anymore. All of your thoughts had been rewired and rewritten with his ink pen, reminding you that you were his to take.

“Ungh, fuck!” He bit down on the nape of your neck, whimpering in a dark, gravelly tone, “Just like that. Squeeze me, baby. Use that fuckin’ pussy on me.”

“Gaz…” You keened, feeling the edge of your orgasm rising within you like a white-hot sun.

“What?” He snapped a little cruelly, “Still wanna go home? Fuck that. Not done with you, baby. Gonna make this tight little pussy remember the shape of me, yeah? I’ll keep you hungry for it.”

As your legs began to shake, Gaz fucked himself into you even deeper, reaching too far and stretching you too wide, forcing a wall of pleasure to slam into your core, making you clench around him that much harder. You felt yourself flood with your own sticky come, and right at the top of your blinding joy, you heard him hiss against your ear, chuckling in a teasing, devilish tone,

“That’s what I thought. Not goin’ anywhere, are ya?”

[freakyahhblog]

★ my name is ruby

★ my time zone is CST

★ my pronouns are she/her

★ i’m omnisexual, so everyone is welcome!

★ i don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, if i’m talking to you please tell me if that’s the case and i’ll make sure to fix it!

★ i’m a switch but usually only show my submissive side if we’re close, so this blog will probably be more dominant

★ i’m mainly really affectionate and kind and romantic but it really depends on my mood if i want to be mean. praise and light teasing are my go-to, though

★ no tolerance for discrimination or illegal activity, no slurs or hate speech also

★ not into nudes or eating/sucking someone due to trauma, if you do either of those things i will first give a warning in case you didn’t see, then block if it happens again

★ i type. A LOT. if you ask me a question and don’t want a long paragraph in response just tell me so i’ll become slightly more self aware 😭

★ this blog doesnt have to be just sexual, i’m also big into romantic intimacy i fucking love smothering people with affection!!!

i’m happy to accept asks if you respect all of this as well as my dos and donts (as well as anon list) below rip! please dont dm or ask if you’re under 18 or above 24 though!

do: be cute! call me mommy, mistress, others, or just my name if you aren’t comfortable with those. i tease and give praise and degradation but i degrade only if asked so don’t be shy <3. overstimulation and edging are favorites. i can peg and top but have no problem with bottoming every once in a while, and i have no problem with things like somno or pet play kinks. also breeding, if i want to be bred or the one breeding depends on the day. i’ll choke, spit, bite, grope, spank, pull hair, and of course kisssss <3. but i’ll also do punishments if you’re being bratty on purpose, and i’ll do bdsm if i’m really feeling it. but my limits to that are below:

don’t: ask for things like scat or vore, i don’t do blood and i don’t like anything that involves actual deadly weapons like knives or guns. i dont don’t do actual torture like water boarding either, but clit, nipple, or cock torture are all on the table for those who want it! also don’t do actual non-consensual stuff, but i’m okay with a non-consensual roleplay (cnc) so long as you make it clear that you really want it. i’m not really into forcefem but i’ll do some light feminization if it’s asked of me. also tickling, i will virtually explode you.

for the most part, just ask and i’ll tell you! i’ll add on later if i missed stuff.

anons: ♑️, 💋, 🍪, ✨, 🥺, 💞, 🌌, 🐀, 💖, praise anon

[the-s1lly-corner]

Leaving lipstick marks on various CRPs 2/2

i need to stop drinking coffee but ooooouuugh it tastes so good was going to include bloody painter and puppeteer but this post felt too long... maybe ill give them their own posts one day characters: eyeless jack, laughing jack, jeff the killer, nina the killer, jane the killer notes: reader is GN and wears makeup CWs: none

EYELESS JACK

the best youre going to get is kissing on his mask since he doesnt like taking it off that often

on the chance you kiss his actual face, his entire body is going to be stiff... he doesnt know what you think of him, despite you pressing your lips against his face... many times

doesnt like how the lipstick feels on his skin so the marks dont last long, hes going to clean them soon after you stop and get off of him

hes more interested in non kissing physical affection such as cuddling

sometimes his eye tar gets in your mouth... does not taste pleasant... you try not to make a face so the mood doesnt die

LAUGHING JACK

to the surprise of no one, hes giggling the entire time youre kissing all over him

wears makeup as well so hes going to totally cover you in marks too... you envy him, his makeup doesnt seem to smudge at all! how does he do it!

wraps his arms up all around you, being able to totally encase your body and pull you against him while you both pepper each other with smooches

lightly swings and sways you around during the entire time

looooooves when you do stuff like this, and hes going to keep the marks on him for... a long while... you may need to convince him to clean them off

JEFF THE KILLER

more open to it so long as hes not already busy with something else

doesnt much like the clean up after though since sometimes the makeup can get stuck up in his mouth scars... plus knowing him hes probably using a paper towel so hes just smudging everything around

loves the attention though, especially if youre telling him how pretty you think he is between kisses

usually these sessions are short lived, he still sometimes thinks love and affection is icky

JANE THE KILLER

hardly ever takes her mask off around you due to the scars on her face- many seem to forget that jane was burned

shes not exactly ashamed of her scars but looking at them makes her seethe because it reminds her of what happened.. if you end up kissing her actual face instead of her mask it at least takes some of that anger away momentarily

not very big on affection however she doesnt push you away when you want to initiate... if anything shes more awkward since between losing everything and trying to find jeff.. she hasnt found much time to date anyone

very soft and tender rather than high energy and lighthearted, you tend to kiss gently all over her face and affirm how much you love her

NINA THE KILLER

loooooooves kissing your face and getting kisses on the face

youre both left in marks- and if you let her shes going to change her lipstick between kisses under the guise of "testing them"... so your face is going to be a mess of different colors

likes keeping the lipstick on her face and knowing her, if its possible, she tries to incorporate it into her makeup- whether keeping them in tact of smearing and blending them

because of this your marks stay on her face the entire time

giggling and bouncing in her seat the entire time

[almostgotforgotten]

Something weird about the petscop analysis videos ive seen is they dont really bring up how downright sinister rainer was to tiara. They tend to praise rainer for being the upstanding guy who put the evil child predator in his place. Except, he attempted rebirthing too, fucked it up, blamed it on ‘belle’ and then just abandoned her. for 17 years. 

I dont think people understand how badly tiara was abused by rainer because its rainer who made the game. he's the one who’s telling the story. he gets to downplay what he did to tiara. could you imagine getting the whole story about care from the perspective of marvin? People understand what happened to care because rainer literally spelled it out with the a, b, nlm, states that also affect how she looks. compare that to rainer giving tiara an unfinished, reused sprite, with a big happy smile that never leaves her face. a failure who’s so content with existing in a literal cage.

Between rainer drawing her smiling and insisting that she's belle, its like hes trying to pretend nothing happened. There’s no belle a, b, or nlm because he ‘didn't do anything’ to her. because hes nothing like evil marvin, it was her choice to be uncooperative! She’s a quitter! (He just victim blames her. theres no justifiable reason for anyone to design the literal quitters room and still be in the right.) 

Him saying “If you hadn’t given up halfway, you would be Tiara,” is so fucking crazy to me because he literally fucking says she wasnt the one playing the needles before that. (“I put you inside the machine, and played[...] the Needles.”). So then there wasn't anything for her to ‘give up’ on??? AND THEN he admits he fucked it up?? (“I played it wrong, but that would have been okay.”) Like, it just reads as rainer saying it was okay for him to fuck up an incredibly important part of the process. and somehow SHE’S the reason it didn’t work??? Its just, combined with the adoption metaphor (through its reference to the Newmaker case), where the parents dont like the way the child is. and they try this experimental ‘therapy,’ to change her. And it does change her, she gets so traumatized it breaks her off from who she was before, forever. They still get to call her belle, even when they were the ones who destroyed belle. How could she ever be ok with being someone so unwanted? She’s smart. She knows what they want. They wanted to hear her say she's tiara. Except, to them, shes exactly the way she was before. A disobedient, broken girl who cant just act the way they tell her to. So she spends the rest of her life copying someone else. Calling herself tiara. If she says what they want to hear (“I love you newmaker”) then she’ll stop hurting. If she acts just right, they'll accept tiara and she wont be a quitter anymore.

The way those video essayists (mr goon, et al.) will just fixate on marvin saying she's played the needles. and then jump to the conclusion that tiara was the one who gave up on playing the needles. Even when rainer himself literally said she wasnt the one playing!!! Also, they’ll see her call herself tiara and be like “hmm… what if the rebirthing actually worked 🧐” which is NOT the conclusion i would draw from the game about child abuse. I dont think the intent of petscop was to give the concept of rebirthing any functional credibility, failed or not! Like, it just reminds me of how in cases of abuse, people almost always take the word of the abusers over what the child has to say (which is also filtered through the abuse). its just devastating to see.

If you had to ask me, I think rebirthing in petscop's narrative isn't there for people to sincerely discuss if metaphysically reviving someone works. It's not a representation dedicated to the horrific, real life concept of rebirthing. Instead, 'rebirthing' is a shorthand designation for all of the moving parts in the type of abuse that happens in the story, along with how it affects everything afterwards. The ‘reality manipulation’ also works as a metaphor for how people take advantage of having control over the story.

I dont know if you can tell, but rainer’s whole explanation in petscop 12 just makes me feel violent. He literally says, 17 years? “That seems dubious to me. What do you think?”. I dont fucking know, she probably has no concept of time and is probably completely disassociated from reality by that point. Also, something i noticed from p12 is that tiara takes longer than paul to read the messages. The amount of time is roughly about how long it takes to read them aloud. Idk. something about that is heartbreaking to me. im 100% reading too much into it, but when was the last time she read something that wasn’t “quitter’s room?”

I could’ve written this better but UGHHHHH. I hope this makes sense. theres so many other details about this that i didnt write about (irl belle, tiara helping paul, tiara becoming tiara leskowitz, etc). This is definitely only a subsection of the story petscop was telling, but its still so detailed. Unless i got something wrong, then it presented a case of a child being abused, and the abusers getting to tell the story. Which resulted in the audience believing the abusers. Idk if that means petscop is so good it literally replicated that, but in the end, i do think people need to reevaluate how biased the story is and how it affects the events. TIARAAAA you deserved so much better.

disclaimer, im not trying to discredit the general reality warping theories in favor for hard realism and a “it’s all just a big metaphor” reading. Petscop is intentionally ambiguous, and it doesnt really care about straightforward reality. its premise is about a digital and real life world so connected that its hard to tell where the line is. Ignoring that completely neglects the structural mysteries of petscop. i just wanna say this essay comes from the way i interpret petscop. I tend to focus on the parallels between the fantastical elements and the mechanics of irl manipulation/grooming/abuse.

[mia-can-yap-too]

I was going to enter and hesitantly send a thirst but then I got infected

I just want your thoughts, how do you think Suguru/any jjk character would reject reader(you). The causes in my head are to make me cry only so I’ll let you decide 😋

This is the first time ive gotten something like this (ily rome marry me pls) and i dont do angst often so i hope i got it right

warnings :- angst, mentions of death, somewhat canon compliant

Geto Suguru

he dismisses your affection as naivety

believes that youre only clinging to the ghost of who he used to be

"Don't look at me like I'm still the man you want me to be."

believes love is a weakness, and you're even weaker for wanting it, let alone with him

calls your feelings a 'liability'

makes sure you know how delusional he thinks you are

deep down inside, though, he thinks that if you confessed sooner, if you hadn't taken as much time, he could've loved you too

Gojo Satoru

he tries to deflect with sarcasm first, but would grow colder if you keeping pushing

"You don't love me, you just love the idea of me."

in reality, since he's burdened by so much power, he scared of losing people

he believes that letting people close is a death sentence for them

he sees rejecting you as a form of mercy

ignores you for a good couple weeks after

then goes back to 'normal'

maybe if he ignores your feelings, they'll stop existing, right?

Toji Fushiguro

in my mind, his first wife was the only one for him

he doesnt move on after her and probably wont catch feelings for others after

sure, he'll sleep around, but theyre nothing but placeholders to him

thats what you are to him too

if you confessed he would laugh in your face

"Oh, you want to fix me? Get in line. Then, get out the way."

directly tells you to find someone who'll give a fuck about your feelings

leaves abruptly, not interested in any further conversation

Nanami Kento

he believes that he cant offer the stability you deserve while living the jujutsu life

"My days are numbered. I refuse to let you waste yours on someone who already knows how it ends."

hes gentle but firm

he walks away quietly after, knowing its for the best but still being burdened by the decision

internally wishes you had met in a different life, where the world wasnt so unjust

Sukuna Ryomen

hes mocking and demeaning

"What made you think I was capable of something as pathetic as love?"

mocks your feelings mercilessly. no empathy, no hesitation.

says he doesnt care about anyone, least of all you

dismisses your feelings, says you're nothing to him

if you cry, he smirks. if you get angry, he'll laugh

he rejects nor just you, but also the concept of being cared for