Helloo! I’d like to put in a request for some Ron Kamonohashi x reader headcanons— particularly about a reader who’s love language is gift giving. Maybe they keep an eye out for brown sugar food items/sweets for him!
sure!! i added a few more characters so i hope thats okay!
Ron, Totomaru, Night x gn!reader
✧gift giving
✧fluff, (i suppose slight character spoilers for chapter 97+?)
-He enjoys the gifts you give him, he appreciates that you think about him when you're out shopping. He especially enjoys it when you find brown sugar flavored things no matter how hard they are to come across.
-Once you bought him a platypus plush and it was forever sat on one of the cushioned chairs in his apartment. You joked that it was it's throne and it somehow stuck. The platypus hadn't moved from there since.
-Ron isn't much of a gift giver himself so he doesn't reciprocate the action unless it's a special event such as your anniversary or valentines. He enjoys the gifts you give him and then shows his love for you with quality time.
-It's a bit odd but he likes it when you buy new clothes for him. He's not sure why he likes when you do it, he just simply does.
-With his great memory, he always remembers what gifts you've given him and he likes the memory that comes along with the gift when he looks at it.
-Toto enjoys your gifts a lot! He loves the gifts you get him and it always makes him happy especially when they're useful. A new bag for him, a new sweater, a new lunch box, whatever it might be, he's very thankful for it.
-He would occasionally get you a gift or two in a way to sort of repay you for all the gifts you've given him. Whenever he goes out, there's a part of his mind that's always on the lookout for something you might enjoy.
-For any special events, he tries to get you more than one gift knowing that you'll get him quite a few as well. He feels it's unfair for you to keep getting him so many and he'd like for you to get some back too.
-He hopes that you know he loves you just as much as you love him and even though his primary love language isn't gift giving, he certainly is trying his best to make sure his love is conveyed through it!
-His favorites are your handmade gifts though. If you make him any sort of handmade accessory or trinket, he'll treasure it. He finds it so sweet that you took time out of your day to make him something.
-Night looks like he'd just discard your simple gift without a second thought but, he really does love that you thought of him even if he doesn't show it.
-He always keeps the gifts you give him in his room in their own section. They're special and dear to him even when he denies it. Whatever you may give him, it doesn't matter. He likes it because you gave it to him.
-I swear sometimes you almost take the gift back because of his reactions. He'll just stare and furrow his eyebrows at it then look at you. It makes you think that you've gotten him something he doesn't like but when you try to take it back from him, he'll move it away, saying he'll keep it.
-With his cold stare, you can never tell what he thinks about your gift. Deep down, he feels all warm and fuzzy that you've gotten him something. Will he ever admit such a thing? No. You could never catch him smiling over such a silly thing like love but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel anything. (He really does like it a lot though!)
please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.
A/N: I had meant to add Engineer Mark to the original list but completely forgot and ran out of energy for it. These are a slightly different style than the last ones cuz that's just how they ended up lol. Once again, MINORS DNI
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Engineer Mark:
Is reluctant at first, because you're his captain! He could never fight you!
Ignoring of course the whole confrontation at the warp core
He's also secretly afraid this is a trap and you're going to turn this around on him and issue him demerits or worse
After reassuring him a few or twenty times, he agrees
He still throws the fight a couple of times, and you have to huff at him and insist he plays along or else you might actually give him demerits
(you wouldn't actually, but it gets him to listen)
After that, it becomes more interesting
Bit by bit, you find yourself losing ground to him as he starts pushing the boundaries of how much of his strength he's allowed to use
You thought the two of you were pretty evenly matched, with you in the slight upper hand, but it seems your dear engineer has done more manual labor than you expected
Some days, he's more determined than others to be the victor; if it is indeed one of those days, you find your strength waning as the wrestling drags out
Before long, you find yourself with your arms above your head and a knee pressed against your body between your legs
"So, Captain…to the winner go the spoils?"
If you don't push him a lot, it's a fifty-fifty shot as to whether or not you'll win, because as already established, he will let you win, even if you do manage to convince him to not hold back
Night
Appears to have zero interest
"Why should I have to engage in physical aggression?" and oh my outfit will become all disheveled and he can't have that
Such a drama queen
But agree he does, shucking his coat, and you realize partway through that you're a bit more over your head than you realize
Sure, he prefers not to be physically aggressive, but he can more than hold his own if you push him enough
And push him you do; it's so easy to get a rise out of him that you resort to your usual teasing, but now he's decided to make an example of what happens when you push him too far
He…may or may not have other supernatural abilities to give him the upperhand (i.e. tentacles)—when you notice that spiral light up on his face, you somehow know it doesn't bode well for you (in terms of winning)
He is stronger at night than during the day (shocker, I know). As such, you're more likely (and probably will) win against him during the day as opposed to at night
You may have had to teasingly insult him in order to get him to play fight, or suggest that maybe you'd go to another "god" who will take you up on the offer—and with his pride on the line, plus a slight bit of possessiveness at you being his little human, he decided he had to take you up on it
There's a ferocity that comes out in moments like this, usually hidden by his whining and dramatics
(You'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on)
Your limbs are held down by shadows, tentacles made of pure night sky, and that spiral glows threateningly as he leans in, his grin much sharper than you're used to seeing (figuratively and literally)
"Little mortal…shall you atone for your misgivings?"
Again, your chances are pretty split on winning, depending on the time of day, how far you push him, and his overall mood that day. Maybe put him in his place for once lol
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As a recap: Murdock and Dark are the hardest to win against, followed by Actor and Night on certain days thanks to their supernatural abilities, and the other three I wrote about (Illinois, Damien, and Engineer) are tied as to whether or not you'll win, depending on the circumstances (although based on strength alone it would go Illinois, Engineer, then Damien).
i just know for the fact that night has a big big ego and is also a big big sub but is too prideful to show it-- can you do hcs of a gn!reader domming Night
Oh boy, can I!
This man, this literal God
Is an asshole
He's the type to say he would never get down on his knees for anyone, that it's below him
And then he meets you
He tries to fight it at first
Night reminds you constantly, whether you're a mortal or another god, that he is above you and you should be the one surrendering to him
But you don't budge
When you do eventually start to get intimate, he tries to be in control, pins you to the bed
And you let him...for now
You let him touch you and you touch him, getting him right on that edge
And then you deny him
You tell him if he wants to finish then he needs to get down on his knees and beg like a good boy
Night tries to argue but you give him a Look (TM)
And before he even knows it, he's dropping to his knees
"Take pity, darling, you have me on my knees, what more could you want?"
"I want you to. Beg."
Eventually, the words tumble out of his mouth
"What a good boy, down on your knees. begging for me"
His face burns with shame as you remind him that he is begging on his knees for a 'lesser' god/a mortal
But he's been good so you give him not what he wants, but what he needs (aka you fuck the life out of him)
And he loves every second of it
But if you ever mention it to anyone else he will smite you
I have a personal headcanon that he has a more traditional “god form” and then the form we see in the stream, so enjoy this. You always come back to him.
Night x GN!Reader, TW: Possessiveness, Mention of mark
Words: 368
You enter the temple, the door quickly slamming behind you, no attendant or person to have done so. A gust of wind whips around you, sending a chill up your spine. Your bare feet roam the cold, marble halls of the temple, before coming to the altar.
The statue looms above you, hands floating around it in ways that should not be possible. His eyes feel like they're following you, an ever present smirk on the idol on the altar. You could've sworn you saw his fingers move, a beckoning to come to him.
But this is wrong.
You head back for the door, but find robed followers blocking your way.
"He's been waiting for his consort."
You breath quickens, trying to run around them, before hands grab your wrists, pulling you off the ground. They're cold, their harsh grip like iron around your arms. The wind returns, cupping your face, blowing your hair away. You try and fight back, plead, anything, before you realize the hands holding you do not belong to his followers.
You're slowly turned around, and meet the eyes of the god who chose you. Who owned you, as it now seemed. His spiral scar now pulsed, light moving out of it as he sat on his pillar, wings spread and cloth carefully draped around his waist. The marble shifts to a light blue, scars and scratches shining in the blue fire light.
His hands bring you to him, your arms held back so you're on display for him. He dismisses the followers, who close the doors, locking you in with your god.
"I've been waiting an entire reincarnation for you to return to me, my star~"
His fingers graze across your skin, leaving star markings in their wake. He gets to your hip, driving his thumb into a birthmark. It stings, sending a shooting cold zip through your body. He grins, pulling his hand away to reveal a mark. A small moon, with stars leading to around your neck. You always thought they were freckles, oh how wrong you were.
"I missed you, my love. I will find you, every time she tries to take you away from me...
Hello, I wanted to ask if you could do a god of Night or Yancy comfort drabble? By the way, you're a really great writer and I am very fond of your work! Have a good day/night
Night enjoyed these moments
The moments where he could forget about his godly duties of the night sky. When his thoughts would stray away from the ever pressing responsibilities that shadowed him wherever he went.
It was always like that when he was with you. His little mortal. Someone who had caught his eye one fateful, much to the both of your suprise.
And that's exactly what it was. Fate.
Becuase what else could bring a litteral god to your side, cuddling you almost lovingly as you thumbed lazily through a book.
He smelled like aftershave and mint. A scent that you had become more than accustomed to in these past few months together. It encompassed the both of you and the dim room you were in, causing your form to nuzzle itself further into his side with a soft smile.
He stared down at you affectionately. The urge to run his fingers through your slightly messy hair was carried out with much joy. Your scalp prickled pleasurable at the sensation; the intimate movement only adding to your drousy state.
"Rest now little star." He hummed. Despite your soft protests, the spine of your book slipped from your grip slightly as you let out a yawn. Night chuckled at that, your lips setting into a playful pout as you gave up and curled into his side. The book was now long forgotten in turn for his arms wrapping around you.
With a wave of his wrist all of the remaining lights were put out. Now all that was left was Night and his mortal lover, embracing each other on the bed.
Warnings - Major Character Death, Nice Guy tm, Blowjob, Blood, Dagger, a stabbing, talk of reincarnation,
Please tell me if i missed a tag, i'm not an asshole i'm just stupid
The two of you confessed your feelings a few months ago. Night started to get lax with hiding the pda halfway into month two. It’s a miracle he got that far.
Now that everyone knows you're in a relationship with a god, people have treated you differently. Thankfully none of it is negative, that you know of.
Just, people give offerings to you. Which you decline and put on Night’s alters instead. You don’t need these things. You never want for anything with Night around.
There's a festival tonight. People started setting up for it a little after midday. Erecting canopies, setting up tables, preparing food.
You’re trying to get ready but Night somehow convinced you to meet him in the temple. It’ll be quick, he said.
You dart behind the curtain and jerk back startled when you get an eyeful of Night, naked. Not that you haven't seen him naked before, it’s just, you weren’t expecting it.
He’s leaning on his altar, arms crossed over his chest. “Come on Starling. I want you to give me the first offering.”
And that's how you found yourself on your knees. Night’s head tipped back, a hand buried in your hair.
You whine around his cock in your mouth when his hips jerk forwards. You hollow your cheeks and he moans. Looking down at you he removes his hand from your hair, cupping your cheek.
“You’re going to have to swallow for me, make sure you don't miss a drop.” You glance up at him and he just grins. “I can't get dirty Darling, I have an image to uphold of course.”
“But,” He starts, slowly fucking into your mouth. “I suppose I could just cum on you instead.” He groans. “Have you go to the festival covered in me, marked as mine.”
Night’s hips are stuttering now, a hand coming up to rest on your head. He moans and cums down your throat. You do your best to swallow it all but some drips from the corners of your mouth.
Night pulls you up, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb, pressing it against your lips. You lick it clean and he grins.
As he presses a quick kiss to your lips, you feel Night’s magic around you and you're in a side courtyard.
“Go on, enjoy yourself.”” He leaned down and to an onlooker it would look like he’s kissing your cheek. “I’ll be sure to give you some more enjoyment later too.” He murmured.
He pulls back, gives you a quick smile and then he’s gone.
You spend most of the time wandering around. Seeing other Gods and Goddesses. When the festival is winding down you start to make your way back to the temple.
Cutting through an alley you’re halfway through before the way out of the alley shimmers. Fading out of existence and becoming a solid wall. It was a mirage.
Turning around you see Avion stalking towards you. You start to back up, trying to put distance in between the two of you.
Your back hits the wall and he still advances. You’re trapped.
He stops directly in front of you, boxing you in. He looks you over as you try to scoot around him to leave.
He slams a hand against the wall, blocking your escape. “So, was I just a plaything?” He snarls. You flinch, desperately looking for a way out, someone to notice, something.
“Someone to mess with until you go back to your lover?” He barks a laugh. “I could have been that! I’m way better than him.”
He pauses, “You don’t believe me, do you. Well,” He starts. “Avion,” a familiar voice says behind him, cutting him off. Night.
Avion whirls around, a golden dagger in his hand. Was he holding that the whole time? “You,” He snarls, pointing at him with the dagger.
“We were just having a conversation about you.” Avion’s voice turned sweet as he twirls the dagger in his hand. The runes on the handle started to gently glow, you could see the light through the gaps in his fingers.
“Leave,” Night commanded. “And you’ll escape alive.” Avion laughed. “Oh I’ll escape alive alright, but, will they?” He jerked around, shoving the dagger into your stomach.
He yanks the dagger out of your wound and then he’s gone in a flash.
Someone’s screaming. Who’s screaming?
Oh, it's you.
Why is everything moving so slow?
It hurts.
It hurts and Night’s there and the world speeds up again. You gasp from the pain, a slow spread of burning, emanating from where you got hurt.
Night is panicking, unsure of what to do. He bundles you in his arms and you feel the familiar whoosh of his magic before you’re being laid down on his altar.
One of his hands presses on your wound, blood seeping through the gaps in his fingers. The other is holding the back of your head. He’s crying, your Night is crying. You reach up, cupping his face, wiping away his tears with your thumb.
“He’s cursed you. And I, I can’t save you. Only, only the god that caused the wound can heal it.”
“What, what do you mean cursed?” you ask. “The dagger, it's, it’s a dagger of reincarnation. You’re going to be a different person next time we meet.”
You laugh and then wince. “I’ll still love you, I know that. I will love you in every life.” Night smiles as a tear falls down his cheek.
“And, and as I, My Star.” Night’s voice broke on a sob. “I’ll find you again, I promise.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your right temple.
You felt the spot grow warm and your brain started to feel foggy. Your eyes drooped, fluttering as Night held you close. He started humming, his voice catching every few seconds.
You drifted off into a dreamless sleep, listening to the sound of your godly lover gently humming.
I’m gonna be so fr I got nothing better to do so have this. A smut Kollok fanfic or smth.
Cw: Smut, Arguments, cheating (technically)
It had been a while since you, a new god, had a ascended into the home of the gods. You had been around you just never wanted to move in, given all the drama that was always going on.
You were the god of chaos/trickery. Sibling to the god of charm. You both shared a room in this large house, your bedrooms were both separate, though.
It was about mid-day when a knock was heard on the door.
“Charm could you get that?” You asked from the kitchen.
“No problem.” Charm smiled and walked to the door, opening it. In walked the god of night. He was one of two high class authoritarian figures here. The second was his wife, goddess of the day.
“Charm! Buddyyyy” Night walked over to your brother and hugged him, patting his back.
“How’s it going?” Charm reciprocated the hug.
“Oh it’s going great. I just wanted to talk to you about something.” Night sat down in the living area with Charm. You stood at the end of the hallway, leaning on the wall with a bag of chips in hand. “Oh! Y/N, you should join us. To be honest I was hoping you’d be here.” Night smiled the fakest smile you had ever seen. Nevertheless, you sat down next to your brother.
“In a few days, there will be a vote.” Night started off. You half listened to the conversation. “A vote to awaken Phobos.” He continued. That caught your attention.
“Why are we awakening him?” You asked, finally looking up to meet eyes with Night.
“To reset balance to the way things should be.” Night crossed his arms and sat back on the couch. “I was hoping to convince you to vote in favor of his awakening.”
“Anything for a friend.” Charm pat Night’s shoulder, giving him a friendly smile before standing up. “I have some business to attend to, but you two can stay and chat if you’d like. I know you’ve barely ever talked to Y/N.” He walked towards the door.
“You’re not seriously leaving me here with this egotistical ass.” You looked over at Charm, a small frown on your face.
“I’m sure you two will become great friends.” Charm stepped out the door, leaving you and Night.
“Egotistical ass, that’s a new one.” Night scoffed and looked over at you. “Wine would be nice right about now.”
“I’ll agree with you this once. I could not deal with you without it.” You got up and went into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle from the wine fridge. You came back with two glasses, one for him, and one for you.
“So about Phobos.” Night started up again. You set the wine bottle on the table. Night picked up the bottle while talking. “I feel like this could benefit you, as the god of chaos.” Night poured himself a glass of wine. You looked at him, then to your empty glass. “You’re not expecting me to pour that for you, are you?” Night had a slight look of disbelief.
“I am.” You shrugged. Night reluctantly poured out some of the alcohol in your glass.
“Anyway. Awakening Phobos. This will make your power stronger. Wouldn’t you like that? To have an advantage over everyone you meet. To have a reign never ending.” Night sipped his glass, leaning forward to look at you closer.
“What would your wife think. Wouldn’t that offset everything she’s doing?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Her and I…. aren’t on the best terms, to put it simply.” Night sighed.
“Right. But aren’t you two the star couple?” You questioned. You had heard all about the fabled Night and Day. How glorious and fancy they were. How their glare could knock down any god that stood in their way.
“Why are you prying so much?” Night frowned.
“I just want to know.” A sly smile crept up your face. “As the embodiment of chaos I like drama.” You leaned forward now, intrigued by what the god had to say.
He mainly went on about the arguments and how he never got to see her, as the day and night times were so separate.
As the conversation went on, your hand made its way to his forearm. He didn’t seem to care. Maybe charm was right. Maybe the two of you could be friends.
Soon it was sun down. Day walked into your room without notice.
“Night.” She spoke. You turned around to see Day behind you.
“Hello darling.” Night smiled, that same fake smile.
“You didn’t come to greet me at the door.” Day crossed her arms. Night got up and walked to her.
“I’m so sorry darling, I was just caught up with my new friend here that the time just flew right by.” He started to lead her out the room. You watched them both intently.
As they exited, you could hear them both arguing outside the door.
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Days went by, and the council meeting date came. The meeting would be held at sunset. It would give just enough time for Day and Night to meet. Just enough time for the votes to come in.
You had been out and about more often these past few days. Sometimes you wished you’d accidentally find Night down the halls one day. Occasionally you brushed past him on your ventures, but nothing more than short conversations would come out of it. He was a busy man after all.
In today’s venture, though, you found yourself at Night’s door. You knocked gently on the door. Night opened the door and looked surprised to see you there.
“Y/N! What’re you doing here?” He asked.
“Just wanted to talk.” You sighed and shrugged. “I mean the voting is tonight.”
“Yeah it is. Just, uh, come inside.” Night stepped aside to let you in.
The room was grand and lavish. More lavish than all the others. You stared in wonder at all the ornate decorations around.
“So do I have your vote?” Night spoke, breaking you out of your trance.
“Perhaps.” You had that same snarky smile on your face again.
“You’re a tough case to crack.” Night let out a little chuckle. “What more do you need to convince you?” He sat down on his couch with you.
“Maybe talk a little more.” You looked at him.
And so he did. Night began a whole speech about how this whole ordeal would benefit you.
“Maybe you’d be powerful enough to stand next to me in ranking.” Night continued.
“Who’s to say I couldn’t surpass you.” You commented, playing at Night’s ego again.
“No one surpasses me.” Night said, a proud smile playing on his face.
“Oh really?” Your tone lowered. “Show me how powerful you really are.”
That comment was all it really took. Night’s lips were on yours. The both of you bumping into object and pressing against the walls of the hallway as you made your way to the bedroom.
Night picked you up and set you down on his bed. The sheets underneath you were silk and soft.
Night wasted no time in undoing and taking off every article of clothing you were wearing. He started to work wonders on you. He worked you over multiple times, turning you into a mess.
Eventually he pulled away from you and undressed himself. Neither of you were thinking about anything else but each other.
He wasted no time in climbing on top of you and kissing you again. Your hands were on his shoulder. His were on your waist and on your cheek. He knew what he was doing and you could tell. His body worked yours over the edge. You were a mess before him. He left a trail of romantic destruction with his lips all over your body. You left your own markings on his body. The two of you completely in bliss with each other and each other only.
***
A good while went by and you woke up. You assumed the whole ordeal was just a dream. You slowly turned on your side and saw him. The god of night right next to you. His eyes fluttered open as he slowly woke up to great you. For once there was a genuine smile on his face.
“Day is gonna be pissed.” You mumbled. Night sat up and pecked your lips.
“I’ll handle it” he murmured and rested his face in the crook of your neck.
“By the way, you have my vote.” You whispered and ran your fingers through Night’s hair. You could feel him smile against your skin.
***
Soon the voting period came. The whole time you were up on the podium, you could feel Night’s eyes on you, like a hawk.
Eventually Night had won the vote, and left for the night to do his job. You just went back to your room to bathe and sleep, after all, you had a long day.
