#but like wouldn’t it be a little bit fun

[pascalissmoked]

-Thighriding with Joel-

cw: thighriding, dry humping, hinting at sex, joel being a brooding mess, spicy time with grumpy joel basically

a/n: just a short drabble bc joel makes me feel funny things 😋

Joel had been in his brooding, lonely self for the past few days now. Stiff posture, arms folded, that look in his eye like the world had personally pissed him off. He hadn’t said much all day — barely a grunt during patrol, less than that when you tried to joke around.

You knew that look. He was chewing on something he wouldn’t spit out.

So you decided to make it worse.

You walked right up to him in the quiet of his living room, hands cold from the snow, cheeks flushed from the wind. He didn’t even look at you when you walked in. Just kept staring at the fire like it had offended him somehow. You kicked the door shut behind you, boots thudding on the floor, and leaned against the wall, watching him.

“Long day?” you asked lightly.

No answer.

You moved closer, slow. He didn’t flinch, didn’t blink, didn’t move. Just clenched his jaw tighter. You’d seen him like this before — wound up so tight he could snap steel in half. The only difference was now… he wasn’t pushing you away.

So you pushed first.

You stepped between his legs, palms on his thighs, and leaned down until your mouth brushed his ear. “You gonna keep sulking like a damn ghost, or are you gonna do something about the way you’ve been looking at me all week?”

That got his attention.

Joel’s hand shot up, gripping your hip like it was instinct. Not rough, but final — like now that he had you, he wasn’t letting go.

“You got a mouth on you,” he muttered, voice low and gritty.

You smiled against his jaw. “You’ve been ignoring me for three days. Figured I’d give it something to talk about.”

He finally looked at you — really looked. And the heat in that gaze made your stomach flip. His pupils were blown, breathing shallow, hands twitching like he was holding back something brutal.

“You don’t know what you’re askin’ for,” he said, more warning than protest.

You straddled his lap in one smooth motion, letting your weight sink into him. You felt the shift in his body — his breath hitch, his thigh tense under you, the sharp exhale against your neck. “Yeah, I do.”

Joel’s hands slid up your thighs, rough palms dragging slow, deliberate. “You come in here, wearin’ that little smirk... sittin’ on me like you fuckin’ own me…”

“Maybe I do,” you whispered, grinding against him. “Maybe you’ve been mine since the first time I caught you starin’ when I bent over that fence.”

He growled — an actual, low growl that rumbled in his chest. His hand tangled in your hair and yanked your head back, just enough to make your breath catch.

“You don’t get to talk like that and walk away.”

“Then stop me,” you dared.

Joel surged up, mouth crashing into yours — all teeth and heat and frustration finally breaking through. He kissed you like a punishment, like a promise, like he’d been starving for it and hated himself for wanting it.

You ground down harder, and he groaned — deep, almost pained.

Your hips moved on instinct now, chasing every ounce of pressure, every twitch of his thigh, every time his grip shifted to hold you down tighter, rougher.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Fuckin’ take it.”

You were so close it hurt. And Joel knew it — knew every breath that caught in your throat, every tremble in your thighs. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper.

“C’mon, baby. Make a fuckin’ mess.”

That was all it took.

You came with a shudder and a whimper, fingers fisting the front of his shirt. Joel held you through it, breathing hard, eyes locked on you like he was watching something sacred — or maybe something sinful.

“You needy little thing,” he muttered, pulling your hips harder against his. “Could’ve had this days ago if you’d just said the word.”

You bit his lip. “Where’s the fun in that?”

His grip on you tightened. “You got five seconds to decide if you want this soft or if you want it the way I’ve been thinkin’ about since you showed up in this town.”

You didn’t hesitate.

“Ruin me.”

Joel’s eyes darkened — like something inside him snapped free. And just before he dragged you down again, before his hands shoved under your shirt like he couldn’t stand another second of distance, he said—

“You fuckin’ asked for it, sweetheart.”

And you were so glad you did.

[teaboot]

Okay so I keep this o the Down Low but some time in middle school I decided I was going to watch at least the first three episodes of every anime I could find so from what I can remember over the past 15 ish years here are the best ones I recall:

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

D. Gray Man

Bleach (first 50ish episodes or so)

Fairy Tail

Darker than Black S1 (a bit confusing but still a good watch- NOT season 2)

Hell Girl (The first billion episodes weee annoyingly formulaic but it was still compelling)

Highschool of the Dead (Shameless fanservice but a fun watch anyways- the origin of the bullet-boob titty math gif)

Ouran Highschool Host Club (Thought I was gonna hate it but also fun? Some squicky stuff but Haruhi is so likeable)

Fruits Basket (I remember very little but I liked it)

Durara! (Noped out when the Big Brother Complex came into play but the rest was cool)

Dorohedoro

Soul Eater

Chainsaw Man

Black Cat

Aquarion (Had to Nope Out when the Big Brother Complex wouldn’t fuck off AGAIN but otherwise enjoyed)

Elfen Lied (might have kept watching but the incest shit icks me the fuck out)

Alice Academy

Blue Excorcist

Trigun

Code Geass

Elemental Gelade

Castlevania (does that count?)

Dungeon Meshi

Hell’s Paradise

The Apothecary Diaries

InuYasha (If you can ignore the name-yelling it’s better)

Link click

The Rising of the Shield Hero (must survive first 3-4 eps)

The Transformers (Watch if you appreciate Starscream)

Wolf’s Rain

Animes that I was told were incredible and were actually disappointing:

My Hero Academia

Demon Slayer

Spy X Family

”oh you like anime, you should watch demon slayer, it’s soooo good” bestie respectfully I’m 8 episodes in and this is Bald-Faced Exposition: The Musical

[zorosgirlfriend]

Hello!! Could I get something with a reader who is usually reserved but when they get really wasted they become 10x more clingy? Maybe its during a celebration or something and all the strawhats are having a good time? Anything will do tbh

i didn't know which character you wanted so I did all three of them! :))

monster trio ~ !! Clingy when Tipsy.

warnings: implied alcohol and drinking, maybe a bit suggestive if you squint

masterlist and rules || have fun reading!

Monkey D. Luffy

He’s the one who handed you the first drink,

Laughing as he raised his own.

“We’re celebrating! You gotta drink too!”

You never drink much,

But tonight…

You let loose a little.

A little turned into a lot.

Soon,

You were giggling beside him,

Arms wrapped around his waist like a starfish.

“Luffyyy,”

You drawled,

Pressing your cheek to his chest,

“You’re so squishy and warm…”

“I’m not squishy! I’m strong!”

He huffed proudly,

But didn’t push you away

In fact,

He grinned ear-to-ear.

When you started peppering his face with soft kisses and mumbling,

“You smell like sunshine,”

Luffy let out a loud laugh and hugged you tight,

Bouncing you slightly.

“You’re funny when you’re drunk, y’know?”

He said.

“I like clingy you!”

You wouldn’t let go of him for the rest of the night.

And he absolutely didn’t mind.

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro noticed something was up.

When you suddenly flopped beside him at the party table and stayed there.

Your arm sneaked around his,

And your head tilted onto his shoulder.

“You okay?”

He asked,

Raising a brow.

“Mhm,”

You mumbled,

Then added,

“You smell like trees…”

He blinked.

“…What?”

“You smell nice. Like a forest. Mysterious and green,”

You said dreamily,

Snuggling into him.

Zoro was frozen stiff.

You were never like this.

Reserved?

Sure.

Quiet?

Usually.

But now?

You were holding his face gently in both hands,

Staring at him with sleepy admiration.

“You’re so strong, and serious, and you have such pretty eyelashes…”

Zoro’s ears went so red.

“…Y-You’re drunk,”

He grumbled.

“I’m not that drunk,”

You whispered,

Then leaned in to nuzzle his neck.

Yeah.

He wasn’t escaping you tonight.

Vinsmoke Sanji

You barely ever initiated affection,

Which made it ten times more noticeable...

When you wrapped your arms around Sanji’s waist from behind while he was cooking party snacks.

“Sanjiii…”

You mumbled.

He blinked,

Startled.

“Sweetheart? You okay?”

“You’re so handsome. So nice. And you feed me. That’s so important.”

Sanji nearly short-circuited.

“A-Angel?! What happened?!”

He turned around to cup your face,

Looking for signs of a fever.

You just blinked up at him and leaned forward,

Booping your forehead to his chest.

“You’re warm. I wanna stay here forever…”

He practically melted.

“My love… my precious love… you’re too cute, I’m going to explode!”

He carried you bridal-style to the couch,

Wrapped you in a blanket,

And let you snuggle into his chest for hours,

Gently brushing your hair as you dozed off.

Completely clingy and completely adored.

[lolab4t]

her night nurse - fluff

pairing: thunderbolt!yelena belova x f!reader summary: when yelena shows up at your apartment at 2 am, bleeding and sarcastic as ever, it’s not the first time... and probably won’t be the last. you’re just a civilian with a quiet life and no medical training, but somehow, you’ve become her nurse and the place she escapes to. tonight, the injuries are worse. the banter is softer. and maybe, just maybe, something’s shifting between you. word count: 7k warning(s): thunderbolts* mentioned, WLW, some angst, fluff, injury and blood, medical terms, mild language, mutual pining a/n: i am aware that canonically, yelena is meant to be ace. this is just a fun little story! i really hope you enjoy :) and if you do, please feel free to like, comment, or reblog! <3 also, requests are open!

love me - elvis presley

it was around 2 am when you heard a knock at your apartment door. you crawled out of bed, twisting the door handle open. you already knew who it was.

yelena stood before you, scratched up, bleeding, holding her side.

"well, you look like shit." you uttered, moving to let her inside.

"that's no way to greet a guest." she answered as she entered, her accent thick.

your relationship was strange. you were just a normal civilian with a quiet life, stable job, and a boring apartment. yelena was a trained russian assassin and a new avenger. on paper, you didn't exactly have much in common.

you’ve known her for a few months now and while you wouldn’t call her a friend, she appears at your door a few times a week: hungry, sarcastic, full of cryptic jokes. she once admitted to you that your place felt like an escape… from the thunderbolts, her job, her past. it was the only place she felt halfway normal.

ironically, the way you had met was far from normal. yelena was bleeding then too. she had kicked open your door, thinking it belonged to a criminal. instead, you stood before her: a stunned civilian holding a spatula.

her voice was smooth like honey, and her accent caught you off-guard. "this isn't 3B is it?"

"uhm, no… it's 3D." you had laughed nervously in response, which earned a chuckle out of her. you both felt weirdly at ease for a moment.

that's when you noticed the stab wound in her thigh. after recognizing her as a thunderbolt, you invited her in and patched her up with your cheap first-aid kit... the one you hadn't looked at since you moved in. and from then on, you became her медсестра (nurse), as she liked to call you.

you would never admit it, but you liked when she called you that. you liked the way it sounded coming out of her mouth.

she would come to you when she had so much as a scrape. you weren't exactly qualified or an expert, so you always scolded her about going to a hospital instead. she never listened. she never seemed to care about your lack of expertise. that wasn't the reason she came to see you.

now, you find yourself closing your door, turning to the girl in question, "lena, it's 2 in the morning."

"медсестра (nurse), i need some patching up here." she faked a pout, sitting on your couch in a laidback manner.

you could never deny her. not when she spoke in that teasing tone, or sat back in that maddeningly hot pose.

you groaned, noticing the trail of blood she had left, "you're leaking all over my ikea rug, again. i just steam cleaned that."

"you own a steam cleaner?"

you rolled your eyes, gesturing for her to take a seat at your kitchen table while you retrieved your first-aid kit.

she obliged, sitting back in it comfortably, like she had done so many times before.

you kneeled before her, instructing her to raise her shirt a bit so you could see the wound on her side. you grimaced at the sight of it, noticing it was deeper than her usual wounds. "lena, you should really go to a hospital for this one."

she shook her head, "i don't trust them. you know that, глупый (silly)."

another nickname. you never complained.

you scoffed, grabbing the antiseptic. you began to clean the wound gently. you felt her wince slightly as it hit her skin, but she covered it quickly. she watched you work in silence for a few moments, the air seeming to buzz around you.

"hold still," you muttered, focused, as you carefully cleaned closer to the wound.

"you are very bossy." she smirked, her accent still thick as ever.

you just scoffed in response, leaning back on your heels to survey the wound again.

“this one’s gonna need stitches,” you murmured, shaking your head. “i can’t do those. not properly.”

“i trust you,” yelena said, too fast. too confidently.

you froze for a second, then looked up. she was already watching you, eyes more serious than before. guarded, but open just enough.

did she know what she was doing to you?

“you shouldn’t,” you said, laughing softly, trying to hide how flustered she was making you.

“but i do.” she said again, more firm this time.

she had to know. she had to know what she was doing to you. she had to be aware that she was torturing you.

you didn’t respond. instead, you reached for the superglue and bandages, trying to ignore the way your hands were shaking just slightly. trying not to think about the way she was looking at you.

you did the best you could when it came to closing the wound. you dressed it in gauze and bandages carefully, standing up with a sigh of contentment when you finished.

"you wanna stay the night again?" you asked casually, as you began cleaning up.

she nodded slowly, "if it's not too much."

yelena had stayed over a few times now. you always offered her your bed, but she never accepted. she would usually just stay on your couch.

you hummed, "it's not. you can take the bed." you offered it to her as you always did, expecting her to decline.

"only if you're in it too, властная девушка (bossy girl)."

your breath caught. you couldn't tell if she was joking. neither could she.

this was the answer you had always wished for, but you never expected it.

then she stood up. slowly, carefully, like she was testing something. then she stepped in front of you.

“come to bed. i know you're tired,” she said, not teasing. just asking.

you blinked. “you’re bleeding.”

“then stay close. make sure I don’t die.”

you scoffed out a laugh, giving her a tired look, “that's not funny... but alright. fine.”

she didn’t smile… not exactly. but something eased in her shoulders. you followed her into the bedroom, flipping the light off on your way. the quiet felt heavy, but not uncomfortable.

she lied back in the bed carefully, wincing just a little as she adjusted.

you grabbed an extra blanket and went to hand it to her, but she caught your wrist instead.

“stay,” she looked up at you, this time softer. not a tease. a plea.

you hesitated for just a second, staring down at her fingers wrapped around your wrist. it felt like your heart had stopped.

then, slowly, you nodded. “okay.”

yelena let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. you lied down beside her under the sheets, facing her with your head on your pillow. it was quiet for a few moments as you looked at one another.

then she smiled. god, her smile was beautiful.

“this is nice,” she mumbled.

you huffed a quiet laugh. “bleeding on my sheets is nice?”

she shrugged lightly, smirking. “you make it nice.”

your heart fluttered at that.

hoping she couldn't see the blush creeping up on your cheeks in the darkness, you let out a light scoff. “you gonna get all sentimental on me now, belova?”

yelena smirked, her eyelids getting heavy, “never.”

a second of silence, filled only with both of your breathing. then she whispered...

“…maybe a little.” her eyes were fully closed now.

“goodnight, lena,” you whispered back, closing your own eyes.

her voice was barely audible. “goodnight, моя любовь (my love).”

thanks so much for reading <3

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

Maybe If You're Extra Good

aka the Bunker Bunny Buck coda, inspired completely by @newtkelly's fanart that you should look at forever right here. It's a 6500 word coda (if you can call that a coda, this might just be a sequel at this point) of porn. It's just completely porn. The preview is probably the only part that isn't just porn. You can read it on AO3 here, and here's the preview:

Buck hums to himself in the bathroom of their suite and tries to figure out what the fuck his hair is doing. He’s had a few years to get used to the grown out curls, but they still do whatever the hell they want sometimes. Right now, he needs them to cooperate.

“Get your shit together,” he hisses at them in the mirror before perching the headband over them.

In the next room, he can hear Tommy closing and opening a drawer and feels a thrill go through him.

That’s his husband puttering around. They’re on their honeymoon, they’re in New Zealand, because they want to hike and bungee jump and explore. They’d waffled on different places until Tommy stuffed Buck full of homemade soup when he got the flu while they were wedding planning and turned on the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy while he tried not to die on their couch. Then Buck had started feverishly—literally, with a 103° fever—looking up the actual country it was filmed in, found out it was incredibly LGBTQ+ friendly, and that they could do a bunch of cool stuff outdoors instead of just window shop or eat. He wanted that, too, they both did, but rafting.

And now they’re here, and they’re finally over the worst of their jetlag and went out and ate at a really nice restaurant and spoke on each other’s behalf the entire day.

“I think my husband would like…”

“Can you recommend anything for my husband? He’s a fan of…”

“Oh, my husband was definitely ready for a vacation.”

Now it's time for Tommy's surprise. He snaps the cuffs on his wrists, tugs on everything a bit to make sure it’s all sitting right, does a circle in the mirror while craning his neck, and takes a few mirror selfies for posterity before leaning in to fluff his hair up again, tugging a couple curls forward so he has a whole Clark Kent thing going on.

Not that Clark Kent would ever wear something like this.

Well, he might. He’ll have to ask Tommy, he’s the comic book guy.

“Sweetheart?” Tommy calls from the other side of the door. “You okay?”

Buck sits on the edge of the tub to get the shoes on and smiles. “Yeah, baby, go sit down.”

He gets the ankle straps fastened and wobbles to his feet. He’s practiced the walking when he’s home alone, but going from sitting low to standing is still a little dicey. Once he’s caught his bearings, he walks to the door, wishing the clack of the heels wouldn’t give him away, but maybe it’s building anticipation for Tommy. All he knows is that Buck has a surprise for him.

When he opens the door, Tommy is sitting in one of the armchairs in the bedroom with one leg crossed over the other. He’d shed his jacket and tie as soon as they got back to the room, but he’s still wearing slacks and a white shirt that’s now open at the collar. In his hand is his phone, pointed at Buck, but he’s not looking at the screen. Instead, he’s staring at him. For a long moment, that’s all he does, and then the phone clatters to the ground.

“Surprise?” Buck tries, and Tommy just sort of breathes and blinks. “I thought a bunny costume would be sort of funny.”

Tommy’s eyes move slowly up to Buck’s face, and he looks concussed. “This—no. Not fun—oh. Uh.”

Buck bends slightly to tug one of the stockings back into place, letting it settle against his skin with a light snap. “So you like it?”

“Huh,” Tommy replies, but it’s more of an exhalation.

Buck finally steps out of the doorway and around the bed, and Tommy’s eyes drop to his feet. He makes another noise, and his hand forms a sort of claw for a second before relaxing back on his thigh. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen his face so red.

“Tommy?” he asks, and his husband looks up at his face and visibly swallows.

“Mm?”

“You like it?” he asks coyly, running his fingers along the high cut of the bodysuit where it’s laying against his hips.

Tommy nods, making another slightly distressed noise.

[rafessecret]

Barry and Rafe taking precious!reader (drugged so she won't try anything) for a walk and they see a poster of her telling she's missing and they laugh at it and make fun of it

⋆˚࿔ precious¡ reader && rafe cameron with barry

NO ONE MISSES YOU.

You don’t really know where you are. The night air smells sharp, like gasoline and old rain, and the neon buzz of liquor store signs flickers pink across the cracked sidewalk. You’re stumbling, soft-limbed and dizzy, knees knocking with every step, but Barry’s got a firm grip on your hips, steering you like something he owns. You are something he owns. Rafe walks beside you, calm and loose, fingers laced through yours and swinging your arm like it’s just another evening stroll.

You float. Warm and sweet in the belly. Their voices come to you muffled, like underwater laughter, but you smile anyway. Because Rafe looks so pretty when he smirks. Because Barry keeps whispering filthy things in your ear like they’re funny.

Then they stop. Barry’s boots scuff the pavement. Rafe slows, tugging your hand until you stop too, blinking up at a lamppost plastered with a paper curled at the corners. ❝Oh, fuck—❞ Barry bursts out laughing, chest shaking. ❝Look, look, look!❞ Your eyes adjust, sluggishly. And then you see it. It’s you.

A photo taped and stapled across a hundred poles in this city, probably. Your hair brushed out soft, lips glossed pink, wearing your favourite sundress. The one with the daisies. You’re laughing in the picture, bright and stupid. MISSING, the red letters scream beneath your smiling face.

Rafe’s already got your chin in his hand, tilting your head up to force you to look. ❝You recognise her?❞ He grins, eyes glinting mean and fond. ❝She was sweet back then. Real precious.❞ Barry’s snorting, leaning in to spit thick right on your picture. It splatters across your mouth, like he’s marking it. Like he’s marking you. ❝You like being’ wanted, baby?❞ He taunts, grabbing your jaw and squeezing. ❝Because we fucking' wanted you. Took you. And you let us.❞

You don’t say anything. Can’t. Your tongue feels slow, heavy, coated with sweetness and obedience. You blink again. Smile a little. You look so pretty in the photo. You look prettier now, with bruises on your neck and something dried on your inner thigh. They laugh loudly. Big, cruel laughs that echo down the street. You wobble a little on your feet, but Rafe steadies you, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers. ❝She’s so out of it,❞ he says, voice soft like he’s proud of it. ❝Wouldn’t even run if we let go.❞

Barry hums, pushes his forehead to yours and kisses you roughly, meanly. He bites at your bottom lip until it bleeds. ❝They want her back?❞ he says after, licking over your cheek. ❝They can fucking' watch.❞ Rafe hooks his fingers through your belt loops. ❝Smile for the camera, sweetheart,❞ he whispers. ❝Let them see what their perfect little girl became.❞

You do. You smile sleepily, softly and pleased, while Barry presses himself behind you. His breath is hot at your ear. Smoke curls around your head when Rafe lights up. He exhales slowly, watching you between the red flicker of fire escapes and the way your knees buckle just a little when Barry palms you hard between the legs. They walk you back to the motel like that. Like a doll between them, giggling faintly, stumbling a bit but never falling.

You pass another poster. This one is half-torn and rain-soaked. Barry stops to piss on it, laughing the whole time. You just tilt your head against Rafe’s arm and smile, dizzy and perfect, while the city swallows the sound of your old life for good. 

Back at the motel, everything smells like smoke and sin. The air is thick with heat and their cologne, stale beer on the nightstand, flickering neon leaking through the blinds in pale pink and blue.

Your body’s heavy—cotton limbs, syrupy head, lashes fluttering slow. You're still floating, all soft and pliant, and they love it. Barry laughs as he kicks the door shut behind him, dragging you in by the wrist like a ragdoll. Rafe’s gentler but no less greedy, guiding you onto your knees between them like it’s instinct. Like, this is where you belong. ❝So sweet like this,❞ Rafe murmurs, thumbing at your glassy eyes. ❝Don’t even know where you are, huh?❞

Barry doesn’t wait. He’s already got himself out, fisting his cock, thick and mean. He grabs the back of your head with both hands and forces you down. Your lips stretch around him, spit bubbling at the corners instantly. ❝That’s it, sweetheart. Get nice ‘n messy for me.❞

You choke—gurgling, gagging—but they don’t slow down. Barry’s cock pistons down your throat, fat and veiny, stretching you out until your neck bulges with the shape of him. His balls slap against your chin with every thrust, wet sounds echoing between the walls, loud and obscene. Rafe strokes your hair like you're his precious little pet, his touch so gentle it only makes the contrast filthier.

Tears stream freely down your cheeks, spit bubbling at the corners of your lips. Your throat makes squelching noises as Barry uses it like a fuckhole, groaning when he feels you clench around him. ❝Goddamn, look at her take it,❞ he snarls. ❝Throat’s fuckin’ made for it.❞

Then Rafe sinks behind you, dragging the slick, icy Lovense against your swollen folds. You twitch, whining through Barry’s cock as Rafe presses it inside, letting it stretch your cunt open with a soft, wet squelch. ❝Mm, already dripping,❞ he coos, ❝Slutty little thing.❞ The moment he clicks it on, it vibrates hard—deep and relentless—and your whole body jerks.

The moan you let out is choked and trembling, echoing right around Barry’s cock as he buries it in your throat. Your pussy clamps down violently, legs twitching, spine arching as the vibrations pulse into your core. You can’t breathe, can’t think—just gagging around Barry’s thickness, your cunt convulsing.

❝There it is,❞ Barry hisses, voice tight, ❝Fuckin’ loves it. Listen to her gag.❞ Rafe’s breath is hot by your ear, his hand around your neck now, his thumb pressing over your fluttering pulse. ❝Keep sucking, baby. Gag on it. Cry for us. You’re perfect.❞

They pass you back and forth like you’re nothing but a toy. Barry pulls out with a lewd pop, thick ropes of spit still connecting your lips to his slick shaft. You barely get a breath before Rafe’s shoving his cock between your ruined lips, slapping it wetly across your face first, watching the way you flinch and whimper. ❝All stretched out for me, huh?❞ he growls, pushing deep, slow and punishing. His cock’s even thicker than Barry’s—your jaw aches, throat burning, spit pouring. ❝Fuck, she’s gagging already. Such a good fuckdoll.❞

The vibrator throbs harder, synced with your heartbeat, and you start to convulse, your cunt spasming violently. You cum hard, screaming silently around Rafe’s cock as your thighs shake uncontrollably. Slick gushes out of you, soaking the sheets. Barry watches it all—the way you tremble, your ruined throat, and the pure wreckage of you—and strokes himself slow and filthy. ❝She’s cumming. Look at her fucking’ lose it. All from choking on cock and that little toy. Fuckin’ ruined.❞

Rafe moans deep, grinding into your face, his hips twitching. ❝Gonna cum, baby. Take it. Be a good girl.❞ He groans as he pulses down your throat, cock twitching as he empties himself, warm and thick, making you swallow around the stretch. You gag and cough, but hold still.

Then Barry’s there again, forcing your head back onto his cock while you’re still dripping. ❝Open up, doll. My turn.❞ He slams forward, deeper than before, both hands gripping your skull as he fucks your mouth fast and brutally. Your throat bulges again, loud gulps and squelches filling the air until he snarls—❝Take it, fuckin’ take it—❞ and you feel his cum shoot straight down, hot and messy. You gag, drool spilling from your mouth as you struggle to breathe around the thickness.

They pull out, and you collapse forward, body shaking, cum leaking from your lips and thighs. You’re soaked, sore, and breathless, still buzzing from the toy. ❝Fuckin’ perfect,❞ Rafe pants, kissing your temple like you’re fragile. ❝Ours. Just like that.❞ And you are—used, full, fucked dumb, and theirs.

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : omg I love this so so much. tysm anon, you’re the sweetest!! I’ve seriously fallen in love with this whole color scheme too, it’s my new favorite thing ever 

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire @browniepop62 @urcoolgf @sydneysslut

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[luvzshy]

Bet

Pairing: Sabrina Carpenter x fem!reader

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It started with one drink. Then another. Then a third. Enough to feel bold, bisexual, and one bad decision away from chaos.

Your best friend had left you alone at the bar for five minutes, and in that time, you did something unforgivable.

You opened Sabrina Carpenter’s Instagram story.

There she was. Leaning in a mirror, dress too short, eyes too pretty, captioned:

“I’m bored. Be interesting.”

You were not interesting. You were a little tipsy, a little hot, and a lot stupid.

So naturally, you typed:

if we dated i’d ruin u emotionally & sexually

respectfully queen 🫡

And then, for good measure:

sorry that was uncalled for. unless…

You stared. You screamed. You threw your phone like it was haunted and buried your face in your hands.

This was it. This was your villain origin story.

Until your phone buzzed.

You peeked with the caution of someone checking a horror movie jump scare.

Sabrina Carpenter: Bet.

Your soul left your body.

⸻

The next morning, you woke up in a state of full-body panic. The kind of dread reserved for IRS audits and accidentally liking someone’s 2014 selfie.

You unlocked your phone and immediately saw them.

More messages.

Sabrina: are u always this cocky or is that just the tequila

Sabrina: what exactly does “ruin” mean btw

Sabrina: asking for a friend. the friend is me. hi.

You stared. Blinked. Considered throwing your phone again.

Instead, you replied:

You: it was 2am. i was delusional. ignore me pls

Sabrina: absolutely not

Sabrina: you’re funny

Sabrina: and kind of hot when you’re flustered ngl

Your heart? Gone. Exploded. Burned to ash by this tiny, powerful, glittering menace of a pop star.

And somehow, you kept talking. Day after day.

The DMs became texts. The texts became FaceTimes. And then:

Sabrina: come to LA. we’ll grab a drink and you can try to “ruin” me like you promised.

⸻

You met her at a rooftop bar. She wore leather and lip gloss like weapons. She was smaller in person but somehow more dangerous.

“You clean up nice,” she said, eyes scanning you slowly.

“You live in a music video,” you replied, trying to play it cool despite the fact that your knees might give out.

You clinked glasses. You talked. You flirted. You tried not to pass out when her thigh brushed against yours under the table. You laughed at her dumb jokes and watched her watching you like you were the only person in the city.

“Still think you could destroy me?” she asked later, voice low, her lip gloss smudged on the rim of her glass.

You raised an eyebrow. “You scared?”

“No,” she grinned. “Kind of hoping you try.”

⸻

It wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

Just harmless fun. Flirty chaos. A bit gone too far.

But then she texted you goodnight every night. She remembered things you said in passing. She started writing a new song and wouldn’t show anyone the lyrics except you.

And when you finally kissed her—god, when you finally kissed her—it was after a beach night, the kind with cold sand and warm hoodies, her head on your shoulder as you watched the tide come in.

She pulled back, barely, lips still brushing yours.

“You’re not gonna ruin me,” she whispered.

You smiled. “No?”

“No,” she said. “You’re gonna wreck me in a completely different way.”

⸻

You still tease her about the DM sometimes.

She still insists you were the one who fell first.

And maybe you did.

But she’s the one who replied.

Bet.

[markkiatocafe]

hi idk if you’re taking requests but could i get she fell first but he fell harder type of ordeal with haechan? reader really likes him & doesn’t mind showing it, but haechan brushes her off, she finally takes a hint, but he actually liked it, he was just flustered but now that she’s stopped he’s realized he’s in deep with her and doesn’t want her to stop??

intro : dreamscape

���� warnings: they’re baking cookies, haechan calls reader “pretty,” multiple times, other than that quite fluffy i think!!!!

𖠚 synop: haechan doesn’t realize his feelings for you until you do something about it. you don’t intend to make him want you, but, hey, you’re not complaining.

𖠚 pairing: fem!reader x downbad!haechan

𖠚 w.c: 725

𖠚 a/n: hiii anon!!!! i am taking requests ><!!! i hope you like this :33 i love this trope (plus any cheesy trope in general tbh) sm….. this was also sm fun to write, so i hope it’s as fun to read!!!!

you’ve been friends with haechan since highschool. although, only a few months ago did you start to realize that you honestly have some pretty deep feelings for him.

you were never one to really hide your feelings, you made jokes and sarcastic remarks about how you felt towards haechan multiple times before, but usually he just brushed it off or made a flirty but clearly friend-zoning joke back. you had even flat out told him you liked him one time, and he just replied back, “who wouldn’t like someone like me?” so, you felt he established your place pretty clearly.

until recently.

recently, haechan had started to be more… clingy. it was in small ways, asking you to come over more often, letting his hand brush against yours if you both reached for something, pulling away at the last millisecond, and he even started making teasing remarks towards you. so, today you decided to confront him.

not really confront him, he wasn’t a criminal or something, but you were curious where all this clingy nature came from so suddenly. today you were going over to his house, to make cookies and watch a movie, so it was all laid out for you, anyways.

you were currently working on the cookies together, music playing from haechan’s speaker in the background, a demo he had been working on. he was giving you the, “premium best friend preview privileges,” as he called it. you were busy cutting up the dough with the metal cookie-cutters you brought, which were in the shapes of leaves.

“here, let me do it,” haechan suddenly spoke up after fiddling with his phone to play the right song and connect to the bluetooth speaker. he walked over to you, gently moving you out of the way and taking the cookie-cutter from your hand. “don’t want you to get a cut on those pretty hands, do we?” he said, his voice having that signature flirty tone, although, it was too real. too genuine to just be a joke this time, the same way it had been sounding way too much recently.

“why have you been acting like that so much lately?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him suspiciously, crossing your arms across your chest.

he tilted his head at you a little bit, still cutting the cookies, a tiny smirk playing on his lips as he shrugged. “what do you mean, pretty?” he replied, feigning innocence.

you put out your hands, holding them out just like how you held his heart so tightly without either of you even realizing it. “that!!!” you pointed a finger at him. “that tone!!!”

he shrugged, letting out a soft laugh. “i don’t know what you mean, i’m just being me.”

you rolled your eyes, huffing. “you do know what i mean, because you’re smiling. you do that when you lie,” you retorted.

he couldn’t help but feel a little, tiny bit of warmth in his chest that you even noticed that. he brushed that to the side for now, though. “i can’t be affectionate to my best friend?” he asked, drawing out the words at the end. as flirty as he was, he was so stubborn to admit it when actual feelings were behind the flirty comments and nicknames.

“you know that’s not what i mean.” you replied, your voice a little more serious now, “your voice has this, like… underlying tone. like i’m the most special thing in the world.” you said, as your voice got more serious, it also got quieter. it didn’t dawn on you how it would be a little odd to talk about this so directly. implying that someone has feelings for you is… nerve wracking, especially when there’s a huge chance they could just brush it off as nothing. “knock it off.” you added at the end, your voice back to a relatively normal volume, trying to add that lightheartedness back to the conversation at hand.

haechan let out a soft sigh. the sad thing was, he couldn’t say you were wrong. he placed down the cookie cutter, opening the oven and placing them in. “maybe you are the most special thing in the world,” he said, his voice quiet, thoughtful in it’s own way as he turned the dials on the stove to turn it on. “at least, in my world.”

[humpster35]

I think we all know that in their own way, each one of the triplets are attractive. But I began thinking a little more deeply about it, what made them so attractive to me and the general public?

With Nick, i’ve always been so pulled in by his charismatic personality and charm. He’s so witty and naturally a guy you would instantly feel safe with. His arms are so buffed, in contrast to the delicate and more slim wrist he has. Whenever Nick is going on about how hot a guy is, you can just tell that he wouldn’t dare say these things to the guys face. He has that sort of, power bottom dynamic. Now hold on, I also do believe he can switch it up and take control. His hands would reach over and cover the mouth of a guy he likes—this would be a dominant thing. Nick is always quick to get on someone(physically and literally) so when his guy is even thinking about doing something without Nicks approval or permission??? It’s a wrap.

Nicks persona on the internet is clearly not who he is as a person irl. This makes his charm more alluring, the way he can pull you in like a venus fly trap—sort of trapping you in his essence. His more quiet and reserved demeanor wouldn’t throw you off, it’ll only entice you to bring the true vulnerablity he has—out of him. Comparing with Matt and Chris, he’s what people believe Matt acts like in person. I do think he could be a lot more yk rowdy such as Chris—with hyping you up and telling you what’s what. But for the most part, Nick is the quiet tiger, just waiting to pounce.(sorry if that’s cringe.)

Matthew I feel is sort of like a time bomb. You don’t know what’s gonna really set him off because he would make you comfortable with the silent nature of his demeanor. But he’s also more likely to discipline you—his hands are his most valuable and used body part. Sure he could fuck you senseless everytime you act up, but where’s the fun in that?? Matt is definitely so adventurous, we’ve seen this many times in vlogs that he’s the one leading the group into a battle or even just voicing how he would be interested in trying new things. From the way Matt shoots a glare or certain look at his brothers, this is what makes him more mysterious. He has that effect on people—when you think you know the real him, then he’s suddenly changing or more so—surprising you with new found interests.

His whole “emo” or “dark” persona on videos makes me to believe that he is indeed the most vibrant triplet. I do agree that when it comes to creativity and clothes—his brothers are more suited in that. But Matt’s general aura and his voice, oh god his voice—it’s soothing. He could lull you to sleep in no time, but you don’t wanna go to sleep because you wanna know more. This is why he’s so intoxicating in a sense. He’s like a drug(i’m trying not to be cringe but i really feel this way), you only get to have him one time and if you mess that up—then you’re left wanting more. His body is always warm and cozy for you, he makes sure to smell fantastic so that when you leave—the only thing that other guys could smell, is him. He’s definitely the most possessive I think out of all of them.

Chris. Chris is so amazing. He’s such a butterfly, his energy and outlook on life is how most people think they actually look at life. I feel like this is also why he gets a lot of hate, in the human race—when someone is too nice they tend to think it’s a trap or don’t trust it. They would rather hate someone than like them, so I do think that’s why his energy and behavior can put some people off—including his brothers. I’m not saying his brothers hate him, but i’ve noticed when Nick or Matt are putting themselves down and Chris is trying to life them up, they sort of—take a step back and feel a bit overwhelmed. In their eyes Chris is sunshine and when the sun beams down on you too much—you burn. He would always always be the first person you can go to about anything.

His dominant side is a bit more rocky. I do think that Chris can definitely yk fuck you good—but at the cost of only wanting to make sure you’re good. He would feel guilty if you ever felt uncomfortable or hurt. I think the way he looks at people is how he ends up in so many relationships(i’m not saying irl im just saying in general). Chris looks at people with so many different emotions, you can tell what he was thinking and how his mind worked—all by a single eye contact. He knows how to get under your skin too, Chris can be annoying(in a good way) he would be the type to trick you into saying nice things about yourself while tickling you. He’s honestly sugar, spice and everything nice, yes a powerpuff girl. Chris is the definition of a sweetheart.

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[calcifiedunderland]

Requested by: @tinseltina / thank you for your request! Your delivery is ready~ 💌🌹♥️

Notes: FIRST POST FOR THE EVENT LETS GOOO

Riddle Rosehearts, ft. Pearl & Lagoon

You’d been in awe ever since you all arrived. Weddings in Twisted Wonderland were no joke. And even after being somewhat kidnapped by Jade, getting a fancy makeover, and walking around the venue, there was still things to do.

You hummed the wedding song, fiddling with your jewelry. You were loaned a fancy outfit from Jade’s mother, complete with a set of pearls to match. You fiddled with them as you gawked at the boat in front of you. Jade leered over you like some kind of sadistic seaweed, smiling innocently. “Perhaps you should go first, (name)? Wouldn’t you like to test our bond of friendship?”

You rapidly shook your head, backing up. Tradition or not, you didn’t want to get into a boat only for it to be overturned. “No way I’m getting into that boat with you, Jade.” From the look he was giving you, he’d flip the boat and drag you under once you got in with him. Jade fake-pouted, “well, it would be rude to not partake in tradition.” You bit your lip, observing your companions. You rubbed your necklace. Peer pressure, much?

A throat cleared behind you. “I will go with them,” Riddle stood at your side, looking determined. “It should be me. After all, I’ve known them the longest.” Jade’s frightening smile only grew, “shall we see how strong your bond is?” Rook looked one word away from waxing poetry (again) so you grabbed Riddle’s hand and stepped into the little boat with him. Malleus merely looked entertained.

The boat swayed gently as Riddle rowed the two of you out into the lagoon. You clasped your hands nervously in your lap as you ducked beneath willow branches. Fireflies drifted lazily in the air. Riddle glanced over at you multiple times, quietly saying “you didn’t have to get into the boat. I’m sure Jade wouldn’t have forced you.” You scoffed, your gloved fingers worrying with your necklace again, “I kind of doubt that. But I’m glad I ended up getting in the boat with you,” you confessed, feeling a bit better with Riddle.

The two of you yelped when the boat rocked suddenly. You could’ve sworn you saw a dark shadow dart across the water, undoubtedly Jade. You willed yourself to calm down, absently reaching your your necklace when-

“Riddle, I-I dropped my necklace,” your heart beat a bit harder as your eyes strained in the low light, looking for it in the boat. “Th-the one Jade’s mother gave me, I can’t lose it-!” “Ah, you mean this one?”

The string of pearls hung between his two outstretched hands, and you nodded, sighing in relief. Riddle tsk’ed softly, but had a soft look on his face, “you mustn’t fiddle with it, you’ll loosen the clasp. Here, let me.”

Quiet as a promise, you leaned forward, and Riddle’s arms went around your neck. You felt the necklace clasp, but as you leaned back slightly, Riddle’s hands stayed on you. Gently, he adjusted the necklace, but his words went in one ear and out the other. “Really, you must be careful…”

You smiled unbidden, peering up at him in the dark of the lagoon. “Thanks Riddle.” He smiled, and opened his mouth to respond when you crashed into the water.

You gasped, sitting up. Water seeped into your outfit, and you were met with a mischievous Jade in his merform. “I do hope I wasn’t interrupting something, (name)?” Next to you, Riddle spluttered, shooting Jade a look. “Of course not, Jade.”

He laughed.

🌹♥️💌 Thank you for your request! I had a lot of fun writing it!

~xoxo Calci

[writeriguess]

Dabi fluff please? Maybe something like going on a first date with him - can be canon or whatever AU you'd like.

Thank you!!!!

Burning Midnight

You weren’t sure what to expect when Dabi grunted out, “Be ready at nine,” and then walked off like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you.

A date.

Or something like a date.

He never called it that. You weren’t even sure he’d use that word if you put a gun to his head. But still, the idea had you a little… excited? Nervous? Maybe both. Dabi wasn’t exactly the romantic type, and you had no illusions that this was some big, sentimental gesture. It was probably just an excuse to get out for a while, away from the League, away from Shigaraki’s constant gaming and Spinner’s rants.

Still, it meant something. Right?

Now, standing outside a dimly lit bar in the sketchier part of town, you were starting to wonder if you’d overdressed. You’d put some effort in—nothing too fancy, but nicer than your usual. Meanwhile, Dabi looked like… Dabi. Ripped black jeans, a loose hoodie under his usual coat, the sleeves pushed up to show the rough seams of his patchwork skin. He had his hands in his pockets, watching you with that ever-present smirk, like he knew something you didn’t.

“Didn’t know I was taking a high-class lady out tonight,” he teased, nodding toward your outfit. “If I knew, I would’ve worn my nice corpse perfume.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up. I didn’t know where we were going.”

“Yeah? And you still agreed? That’s some real trust. Or real stupidity.”

You shrugged. “Bit of both.”

Dabi chuckled and motioned for you to follow him inside. The bar wasn’t packed, but it wasn’t empty either. Dim lights cast long shadows, and the air was thick with cigarette smoke and the scent of cheap booze. A few patrons gave Dabi a look—some wary, some familiar. He ignored them all.

You sat across from him in a booth toward the back. The cracked leather seat stuck to your skin a little, but at least it was relatively quiet. Dabi slouched back, stretching his legs out, ankles crossing. He watched you with that lazy, half-lidded stare, the neon glow from the bar catching the silver sheen of his staples.

“You look nervous,” he said after a moment.

“I’m not.”

“You keep fiddling with your hands.”

You stilled immediately. He smirked.

“Guess this is your first villain date, huh?”

Your lips twitched. “And I’m guessing it’s yours too?”

Dabi hummed. “Wouldn’t say that.”

You blinked. “Wait, you’ve actually been on a date before?”

He shrugged. “Not in the cute, romantic, let’s-hold-hands kinda way. More like, let’s have fun before we get arrested. Or killed.”

You snorted. “Sounds healthy.”

“Oh, it was a real fairytale,” he deadpanned. Then, with a smirk, “This one’s already way better.”

Your heart skipped. “Oh? So this is a date?”

He exhaled sharply, like you’d just caught him in a trap. He looked at you for a long second, then leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. “Don’t push your luck.”

You grinned. “Too late.”

A waitress came over, looking less than enthusiastic. Dabi ordered a drink for himself, not bothering to ask what you wanted. You shot him a look, and he sighed before turning to the waitress. “And whatever she wants.”

You gave your order, and when the waitress walked off, Dabi tilted his head. “Thought you’d be more demanding. Maybe make me buy you the most expensive thing here, just to be annoying.”

You smirked. “I’m saving that for date number two.”

He let out a short laugh. “Damn. Planning ahead already?”

You shrugged. “You keep calling this a date, so I figured I’d take my chances.”

Dabi’s smirk didn’t fade, but his eyes lingered on you, scanning your face like he was trying to figure something out. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just tapped his fingers against the table in a slow rhythm. Then, finally—

“You really like me, huh?”

The question caught you off guard. It wasn’t cocky, despite the words. He sounded almost… curious.

You swallowed, then lifted your chin. “Yeah. I do.”

Dabi studied you for another long moment, then exhaled, tilting his head back against the booth. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

You grinned. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

His lips twitched, like he was fighting a real smile.

Your drinks arrived, and for a while, you just sat there, talking, the atmosphere settling into something surprisingly easy. He wasn’t trying to impress you—he never would—but he also wasn’t pushing you away. And for someone like Dabi, that was saying a lot.

At one point, he leaned forward again, resting his chin on his hand as he watched you. “You know this can’t end well, right?”

You met his gaze. “You don’t know that.”

Dabi huffed, shaking his head. “You’re real stubborn.”

“And you’re real bad at pushing me away.”

He stared at you for a second, then smirked. “Yeah. Guess I am.”

You clinked your glass against his. “Then here’s to bad decisions.”

Dabi chuckled, shaking his head as he took a sip. “You have no idea.”

But he didn’t walk away. Not yet. And for tonight, that was enough.

[zorosgirlfriend]

Hii! I'm new here! I had an idea, thought you'd like it

You're on the Thousand Sunny, and Hiyori can't seem to stop talking about Zoro. She's always finding excuses to be near him, asking for his advice on sword fighting, and giggling at his gruff responses.

As you watch her fawn over Zoro, you start to feel a pang of jealousy. You try to brush it off, but Hiyori's behavior is getting on your nerves. Zoro himself seems oblivious to her affections, but you can't help but feel a little possessive.

One day, Hiyori asks Zoro to teach her a new sword technique, and as they practice together, she's practically clinging to his arm and You can't take it anymore..

And I wanted to ask if you write about other characters too like katakuri, king or others?

here it is! hehe i tried my best 😅. i might think about writing for other characters too! but for now i only write for the monster trio, sorry for any inconveniences!

Roronoa Zoro ~ !! Sharp Edges, Softer Hearts.

warnings: it's a bit suggestive at the end. mentions of sanji

masterlist and rules || have fun reading!

The sun bathed the Thousand Sunny in a warm afternoon glow.

Waves lapping gently against the ship’s hull,

As laughter drifted from the deck.

But you?

You weren’t laughing.

Not when Hiyori had spent the entire morning giggling at Zoro.

Like he was the funniest man alive,

Gruff responses and all.

She was trailing after him again,

Asking question after question about swordsmanship,

Despite barely being able to lift a blade.

And to Zoro’s credit…

He didn’t seem to notice.

But you did.

You leaned against the railing,

Arms crossed,

Biting the inside of your cheek.

As you watched Hiyori lean in closer than necessary.

She was practically touching his arm now,

Watching his every move like he held all the answers to the universe.

“Zoro,”

She said sweetly,

“Can you show me that move again? I think I need help with my grip…”

You rolled your eyes so hard it nearly hurt.

Zoro blinked,

Shifting his grip on the sword,

Oblivious as ever.

“You’re holding it wrong. You’ll lose your fingers if you keep being sloppy.”

And she giggled.

Again.

You exhaled sharply through your nose and turned away.

Trying to ignore the knot in your chest.

It’s fine.

Totally fine.

She’s a princess,

She’s polite,

And Zoro’s just… Zoro.

He wouldn’t-

"y/n."

You turned at the sound of his voice,

Startled to find him already walking toward you.

Hiyori pouted in the background,

Clearly disappointed her lesson had been cut short.

“What?”

You asked,

Trying not to sound as irritated as you felt.

Zoro stopped in front of you,

Swords slung over his back,

Brow slightly furrowed.

“You good? You’ve been staring off like you’re gonna fight the mast.”

You blinked.

“I’m fine.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“That ‘fine’ sounded a lot like Sanji’s when he burns the stew and lies about it.”

You huffed,

Turning your gaze to the sea.

“It’s nothing. Go back to teaching Princess Hiyori how to hold a sword or whatever.”

Zoro was quiet for a beat.

“…You jealous or something?”

Your eyes snapped back to him.

“W-What?! No! I just—she’s clinging to you like a sea barnacle!”

He blinked,

Then looked vaguely to where Hiyori still lingered.

“Huh. Didn’t really notice.”

“Of course you didn’t,”

You muttered.

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.”

You blushed,

Swatting at him.

“I’m not mad. Just… mildly irritated.”

He stepped closer.

“Tch. You’ve got nothing to worry about. She’s a friend. I’m not interested in anyone else.”

Your heart jumped.

“Really?”

Zoro leaned in until his forehead touched yours,

His hand brushing against your waist in a rare and careful gesture.

“Yeah. You think I’d let just anyone see my sword forms up close? You’re the only one who knows how messy they really are.”

You laughed softly,

Cheeks still warm.

“I just didn’t like how close she was getting.”

“I didn’t either,”

He said bluntly,

Surprising you.

“Didn’t want her that close.”

You looked up at him.

“So… you’ll stop sparring with her?”

He sighed.

“If it bothers you, yeah. But she might cry.”

You smirked.

“Then you can hide behind me when she does.”

He snorted,

Pulling you gently into his chest.

“Deal. But next time you’re jealous, just say something. I’m not a mind reader.”

You nodded against him.

“Noted.”

And just like that, the weight in your chest lifted,

Replaced by the steady thump of Zoro’s heart against your ear.

He wasn’t good with words,

But this.

His warmth, his presence, his honesty.

Was just enough for you.

[momongasshop]

SP characters with a chubby & insecure Reader (REQUEST)<3

Stan❤️:

• He isn’t the type to pick on you about your weight if you’re already insecure about it; he doesn’t believe in rubbing it in and making you feel worse

• Definitely wouldn’t want to put you in a situation where he knows you will/could get made fun of, so bringing you around his friends is a no-go, but maybe he will let Kyle meet you

• Sharon likes you a lot, so she doesn’t even think of your chubbiness as a problem, but Randy seems like the type to say something about it (He would probably TRY and be discreet about it and say something to Stanly about “Aren’t they a little bigger than what you usually go for” and you will most likely overhear this conversation since Randy’s got that bass boosted voice)

• If this comment upsets you, he will tell his dad off in front of you and take you for a walk, you’ll probably end up at the park where you’ll both talk for the next couple of hours until one of you has to go home

• Since he is pretty sensitive he can probably sense when you’re upset about yourself and just tries to be there (He wont pull the “You’re perfect just the way you are” bs because he knows that is not super sincere, he will pull out weird but sweet compliments like “I love how when you’re angry you look like a prairie dog” or something similar, it’s cute and silly, lol)

• Overall, he tries to be more understanding of you’re insecurities because deep down he has a few of his own and wouldn’t want you to feel as bad as he does sometimes

Kyle💚:

• He is such a sweetheart when you tell him you’re insecure about your weight, he can feel insecure about himself sometimes, so he totally understands and wouldn’t ever make you feel worse

• Because of Kyle’s insecure feelings, he really does try and go out of his way to make you feel understood, even when you get in your head and think you’re being “too much” or “Overexaggerating,” he will be there to tell you it’s completely valid

• There were a few times he had to tell Cartman off because he is the main one who likes to try and come at you for no reason (...it’s his own insecurities showing…)

• Because of that he probably only let’s you hang with him and Stan, he knows Stan can act like a decent individual and wouldn’t be getting on you for no reason like some of his other “friends” would (Ya’ll are the definition of three musketeers and will be doing anything and everything together)

• Sheila, the woman you are, she would be SO SWEET, she loves how you look, body shape, face shape, hair length, eye color, she thinks you’re so pretty and would be there to give you a confidence boost, saying something like “Well you just have more to love is all” if you think you’re too chubby (Garald would be the same way, I mean he is with Sheila for a reason, he is into fuller women)

• Overall, he gets you down to your core, like it’s just a different kind of understanding, he doesn’t have to guess or try, he just does

Cartman💛:

• Ok, straight up, he is going to be a little mean, but he will warm up to you, and he will open up to you about things you never thought he would (He definitely has some represed emotions about his weight no matter how much he says he “doesn’t care” or it’s just being “big boned”)

• He would be the type to tell you “Yeah, that outfit isn’t cute but here try this” and pull out an outfit that flatters your figure, wether it be enhancing the shape of your waist, hips, bust, or behind, it will be a perfect outfit and you don’t know where he got that skill from

• His friends don’t really care about how you look; they most likely have either met you in a class or around town, and they would most likely make fun of HIM because they think he could make you bigger with his bad habits of eating (Kinda like how Heidi got bigger after her and him dated, poor Heidi)

• HIS MOTHER LOVES YOU, Liane wants to know your favorite foods, drinks, everything, and will tell you how “Having a little bit of meat on your bones just means there is more to enjoy”

• Even with Cartman and his mother’s support, he knows you can still get insecure about your cubbiness, so he will try his hardest to slip you compliments here and there, but VERY subtly (You both would be watching TV and all of a sudden he will say some “I thought that peach sweater you wore last tuesday made you look cute” and thats it, you gotta not mention shit or else he will argue with you for some reason)

• Overall, he understands and is willing to push past his selfish and mean nature to show you that he can have a heart and wants to give it to you

Kenny🧡:

• He is the best, he only wants you to feel good about yourself and not break yourself down if you are the type to do that, and he may not know what it’s like to be chubby BUT he still knows what it’s like to be insecure (He get’s picked on everyday for being poor of course he is going to have some sort of feelings behind that and is willing to even open up to you about it)

• Hmm, would he bring you around his friends, erm, probably not, maybe Butters, but even that is pushing it, he knows Butters is more of a follower and would probably jump on the bandwagon of picking on you if Cartman did it first (He wouldn’t put you in that situation so it’s best to not meet his friends)

• His family is iffy when it comes to you, Karen is a sweetheart, so she loves you, Kevin doesn’t know you but he thinks you’re ok, Carol really does try and talk to you, telling you how happy you make Kenny and how she wants you two to have a good life together but Stuart is just a hater (He would be the type to make comments about your weight trying to get under your skin and Carol would have to step in even if that means starting a fight)

• If this is a common occurrence, which it probably is, he takes you to Stark’s Pond and you guys can throw rocks together or just sit on a bench and talk, he will always remind you how it’s not your fault that his parents fought, and it was just them being how they are

• Weird thing is once you get around the family more, Carol won’t have to fight with Stuart about picking on you because he will start to see what she does, you’re a genuine person who only wants the best for their son

• Overall, he will be there for you and won’t ever be the reason for your insecurities to get worse, in fact being around him will probably make you feel more confident

Butters🩵:

• Butters genuinely doesn’t ever want to come off as mean or rude ESPECIALLY twords you but he has his moments where he sounds like his parents or Cartman (But don’t worry with time that can be “trained” out of him, you just have to remind him it hurts your feelings when he says/does certain things)

• Speaking of his parents, Linda and Stephen are the shaming type, that is why Butters tries to keep you away from them as much as possible but it is hard since you both are always together (Don’t worry he will make up every excuse in the book as to why they can’t see you, talk to you, do ANYTHING with you, no dinners, no trips, NOTHING)

• It would take time for him to get over this and be able to stand up to his parents but he is willing to do so, even when it comes to his friends (Espeically Cartman) he is willing to stand up for you (Yapieee)

• And thank the universe he is because Cartman can be soooo mean, he acting like he ain’t a venti when you are just a little grande (This also sounds like something Butters would try using as a complement)

• When you come to him venting about your insecurities he will be telling you the most cheesiest, cringiest and slightly questionable compliments known to man (He would say something like “Well I think you look really good, like a squishy, soft marshmallow that is ready to be eaten” and after he says that he will give you a big smile and think he compared your ass to Aphrodite or something, lol)

• Overall, Butters tries his best to break the cycle his parents started him on because he wouldn’t want you to feel the same guilt and shame he has for years

[i-may-be-an-emu]

hiiii👋🏼

I've been lurking around sfth tumblr for a while now and I absolutely love this community (Thanks for answering my anons!) I'm ready to come out from under my rock and interact a little I guess....

Anyway, so I wanted to introduce a friend to shoot from the hip and wanted to know which videos (longform/games) you would recommend for that. Thanks a lot:)

Helloooo so nice to meet you! :)

It depends on what your friend's sense of humour is like, honestly! Also their attention span when being shown new things- you want to hook them, so sitting them down and showing them all of one of the full length specials might be a bit much. (But if they're up for it, then by all means lol) I'd probably suggest showing them one of the short videos first and then showing them a longtorm, especially good if it's something in a genre that they enjoy.

As for which short videos- all of them are great imo- but for someone new to sith and improv in general, l'd probably say the following games are a good introduction:

From what l've seen people say I think Freezetag is a very popular game, Change is a quick concept to grab and engaging right off the bat and Genre is a really fun concept. Letters is also a very popular game, and l'd say that the switching between speakers helps to grab people's attention.

Some great short clips that l'd recommend:

Old age home (Change, yt link)

"I CAN SHOW YOU DESSERTS" link #1, link #2 (Genre, yt links)

"Daisy Left" (Change, yt link)

Is this a sexual moment? (Freezetag, tiktok link)

Letter of complaint about Your Mum- link #1, link #2 (Letters, yt links)

Overheard in IKEA (Change, yt link)

Letter to Ambulance Service (Letters, yt link)

He used to watch her in math class (Genre, tiktok link)

If they're less fond of cursing and innuendos then I have a yt playlist with a few videos that would be "safe" to show them :)

Longtorm recommendations based on genre:

Family sitcom style, exists in our reality:

The Milkman

The Neighbour's Under The Bed

All Eyes On Nigel

War-Romance:

The Leftenmost Window

Oh My God Is This A Joke

Horror:

Green Leaves On a Summers Day

Priscilla's Final Petal

Strange Noises From The Hole In The Wall

Gay:

Inside The Mysterious Cube

The Unrelenting Aubergine

The Mystery Of The Midnight Circus

Regency era-esque:

• The Off-Season

Fantasy:

Marigolds Bluebells and Hugh

Beetroots and Murder

Moist and Magical

The Phantom Of Hornchurch

Sci-FI:

And So It Begun

The Midnight Mystery (Scottish Batman)

[elllisaaa]

seventeen as love songs - vu vers.

-> pairing : seventeen hhu x fem!reader

-> words count : 2.7k words

-> genre : fluff, hurt/comfort

-> warnings : none

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> masterlist | svt masterlist | 1k event masterlist

hhu vers. | vu vers. | pu vers.

YOON JEONGHAN

-> Always Forever by Cults

"you and me, always forever, we could stay, alone together."

→ You had always been an evidence for Jeonghan. When you became friends, it was natural. When you started to get closer, it felt natural too. And when you confessed to each other, nothing changed either. You had always been his focal point, the person he wanted to come back to, his everything. Everything was simple when you were here, everything felt less suffocating and more supportable. You made everything better, and Jeonghan couldn’t imagine his life without you being a part of it. 

“- You want to talk about it ?

- No. I just want to watch a movie with you and not think about it anymore.

- Of course baby.”

So you didn’t try to inquire with him further, and you let him choose the movie while you brought his favourite snacks and drinks from the kitchen. And you settled on the couch with Jeonghan resting his head on your chest. He always felt so safe in your arms, like he was wrapped in a protective bubble and that nothing could hurt him anymore. You were his shield, his shelter. 

“- Thank you…

- For what ?”

Jeonghan lifted his head from your chest to look at you with the softest eyes that always made you melt inside.

“- For being you.”

"you know you’ve got me in your pockets."

→ Jeonghan was known for his habit to tease and make fun of his loved ones. You always witnessed it when the members were around : your boyfriend was a little shit when he liked someone and wanted their attention. But despite seeing how he acted with his friends, you never experienced it yourself. Well, a bit. But not as much as Mingyu. 

“- This isn’t fair ! Whenever I do it it’s the end of the world, and when it’s Y/N, you just look at her with heart eyes !”

You chuckled at Mingyu’s complaints, looking over at your boyfriend who had a proud grin stretching out his face as he stuck out his tongue to his friend like a child. 

“- That’s because I’m in love with her. Not you, idiot.”

Jeonghan stopped paying attention to the big baby crying behind him as he made his way over to you, bending down to land a quick and sweet kiss on your lips with the softest smile. 

“- Is that true ? That you’re less annoying with me ?”

He cupped your face between his hands, tenderly caressing your cheeks and actually looking at you with hearts in his eyes. 

“- I’m whipped for you, baby. You could ask me to do anything and I’ll do it.”

Because Jeonghan was utterly smitten by you from day one, and he wanted it to stay just that way. Just you and him, forever. 

HONG JOSHUA

-> Backyard Boy by Claire Rosinkranz 

"and everybody’s talking but I don’t wanna know."

→ Everybody told Joshua that he shouldn’t go out with you. You had a reputation for going on dates with men who had money and dragging as much for them as you could before leaving them. But Joshua didn’t care. He loved being with you, he loved how comfortable you made him feel and he knew these were only rumors. Not once had you tried to go to an expensive restaurant, and you never wanted to let him pay for you even when he insisted. He had to pay when you were going to the bathroom if he wanted to be a gentleman. And contrary to what he had been told, you were so interesting. 

“- I’m sorry, I know I talk a lot. You can tell me if I’m boring, you know ?”

You made it sound like a joke, but Joshua could hear the slight hurt in your voice, meaning that you had been told that a lot before. But he wouldn’t be the one to shut you up. Never. He put his hand over yours on the table, his eyes searching yours. 

“- I don’t mind. I love to hear you talk, especially when you’re so passionate. I love it.

- Really ?

- Yeah. I could listen to you for hours.”

Your shy smile brought one to his lips too - he just couldn’t help but be happy when you were happy too, and if it was because of him that you were smiling like that, it was even better. And you didn’t mind that Joshua couldn’t detach his gaze from you as you were rambling about your favourite songs or books. He loved to hear you talk, and he loved to be the one you wanted to talk to. 

"my heart is on wings, i’m living in dreams."

→ Nothing could have prepared Joshua for how good it would feel to be loved by you. He always made sure to make you feel appreciated, he was used to being the one to give. But for once, he liked being taken care of too. The way you were always making sure he was alright with little messages throughout the day, even when you were both busy or the way you could sense when he had had a bad day and would prepare him food and a hot bath to relax - all of that made him feel so special. 

“- A gift ? Is there something today that I forgot about ?”

You shook your head with that cute giggle that he liked so much, looking proudly at the paper-wrapped book he was holding in his hands with a confused expression.

“- Not at all, you’re the best at remembering that. I just wanted to give you something. Open it.”

Joshua kissed your forehead with a sweet smile before he opened the gift to discover a makeshift photo album with pictures of the both of you. Some were pretty recent, from the last holidays you spent on Jeju island. Others were from the first few dates you went on together, from the early stages of your relationships. The pages were covered in memories, cute hearts and little nothings that brought tears to his eyes. 

“- Angel, this is…

- You don’t like it ?”

Without letting you have any time to doubt yourself, Joshua engulfed you in a warm hug. 

“- I love it, darling. I love you so much.”

You were a dream come true, and he never wanted to let you go. 

LEE JIHOON

-> Umbrella by Ember Island 

"you’re part of my entity, here for infinity."

→ You have always been like Jihoon’s second half. You completed each other perfectly. When he needed something, it was like you had that telepathic communication that allowed you to know about it before anyone else and give him what he needed. And whenever you struggled with something, it was like Jihoon could guess it from miles away, and help you without you needing to ask him to. 

“- Jagiya, do you know where are my -”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you had handed him his glasses with a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. He stayed there for a few seconds, and you took advantage of his lack of movement to place his glasses on the bridge of his nose and a kiss on his lips with a charming smile that made Jihoon smile as well. 

“- Thank you, baby.

- You’re welcome.”

You went back to working on your laptop, but Jihoon couldn’t wipe away the smile that had taken over his face. Even after years of you giving him the things he needed without asking for them, he still had troubles understanding how you could be real, how you could be his, how you could get him like no one else could. 

“- I love you, you know that, right ?”

You turned your head to look at him, with the softest look of endearment and adoration in your eyes. 

“- Yeah, I know.”

Of course, you knew. You knew everything about him. 

"now that it’s raining more than ever, know that we’ll still have each other, you can stand under my umbrella."

→ You had always been the rock on which Jihoon could lean on, his focal point, the person in front of which he allowed himself to be vulnerable. But sometimes, even the strongest people could fall too. When Jihoon came home to find your apartment empty, the only light being the one coming from your room, he immediately knew that something was wrong. 

“- Is everything alright jagiya ?”

Your form moved under the covers to look at him, leaning against the doorframe. Jihoon could only see the top of your face, but it was enough for him to notice that your eyes were red and puffy. He approached you slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching to thread his fingers through your hair. 

“- What do you need, baby ?

- I don’t know…”

Jihoon’s heart clenched at hearing the cracking in your voice and the sadness in your words. Without you needing to say anything more, Jihoon slipped under the covers with you, his arms around you. And as soon as you felt his warmth, you bursted into tears again. And he held you closer, his soothing touch and comforting words all you needed in this moment. You knew that every time you felt like you were falling apart, Jihoon would be here to stitch the fragments back up, to hold you up, to put you back to your feets. And you would do the same for him. 

“- You’re okay, jagyia. I’m here, I’ll always be here.”

LEE SEOKMIN

-> Riptide by Vance Joy

"i just wanna be your left-hand man, i love when you’re singing that song."

→ Everything about your relationship with Seokmin was spontaneous - from the way you became friends overnight to the way you didn’t even need to say it for either of you to understand there was more going on. And suddenly, one day, you were standing by his side, hands in his, and with the title of his partner. And you loved it. 

“- I’m home, baby !”

As soon as he stepped into your apartment, Seokmin heard the loud music coming from your speakers, but your voice singing the song was even louder. A smile stretched out his lips as he walked in the kitchen to see you dancing and singing at the top of your lungs as you attempted to make dinner. And he stayed there for a few seconds, just watching over you with adoration. 

“- Will you come with me instead of watching me ?”

Seokmin immediately took your extended hand in his to make you spin around. The sound of your joined laughter filled the room, and joy filled up his heart. Because he couldn’t have dreamt for a better view to come home too, because you made all the dark corners of his life feel brighter. As the song came to an end and a calmer one started, Seokmin held you closer to him, slowly swaying with you.

“- How was your day ?

- Perfect.”

And seeing the smile that spread on your own lips, you understood that Seokmin wasn’t just talking about his day. 

"i just wanna, i just wanna know, if you’re gonna, if you’re gonna stay."

→ From the way Seokmin sometimes held you a little too tight, you knew he was scared you’d leave. He always displayed this energetic demeanor and his usual bright smile. But you could see the sadness in his eyes sometimes, the underlying melancholy he rarely talked about. On the days he was more silent, you knew it overtook him, and you were always here to hold his hand, waiting for him to be ready to talk about it. 

“- Are you out of the shower, baby ? Dinner’s almost ready.” 

You didn’t receive any response, but the door of the bathroom slowly opened. You looked up at Seokmin, discovering his tears stained cheeks, and that same sadness you knew all too well glimmering in his eyes. 

“- Do you want to talk about it ?

- Can I get a hug ?”

His weaker voice, completely devoid of his usual energy made your heart ache and you immediately opened your arms wide.

“- Of course, you don’t even have to ask.”

Seokmin nuzzled his face against your neck, his arms squeezing you as close as possible to him, as if you would vanish in the air if he let you go too far away from him. 

“- You love me, right ? You won’t leave ?

- I won’t Minnie, I love you. More than you know.”

And that promise was enough to ease his mind. 

BOO SEUNGKWAN

-> Those Eyes by New West 

"‘cause all of the small things you do are what remind me why i fell for you."

→ Seungkwan knew that you wouldn’t be home when he came back from practice : you went to see your parents for a few days. And he was glad to see you were taking some time for yourself after having worked so hard the whole year, but still, the apartment felt empty without your presence. He slowly walked into the living room, dropping onto the couch with a sigh. 

Only when he went to make himself dinner a few hours later did he notice the little note stuck to the upper cupboards. He squinted his eyes, trying to read your tiny handwriting, before a smile took over his face at what you had written down : “Your favorite snacks are refilled, honey. Look out for other notes ;)”.

“- Did you find them all yet ?”

Seungkwan chuckled as he played with the first note he found in between his fingers, holding his phone to his ear to be able to hear you. 

“- Just found the first one, but you didn’t have to do all that honey.

- I know. But I wanted to.”

The both of you stayed silent for a few seconds, because you knew Seungkwan was doing his best not to cry, and because you loved to make him feel appreciated. 

“- Besides, you always complain that you miss me when I’m away. This way, you won’t be too dramatic.”

Seungkwan scoffed at your teasing, and he was glad you weren’t here to make fun of his glassy eyes and his wide smile.

“- I’m not dramatic. You are.”

And you laughed, because it was the small thing that counted. 

"when we’re done making love and you look up and give me those eyes."

→ “- You have to stop looking at me like that.”

But you didn’t stop looking at Seungkwan, instead getting even more comfortable and resting your chin in the palm of your hand to stare at him even longer. Was it really your fault when he looked so good like that ? He was dressed in a classy suit, his hair freshly dyed blond complimenting his features and most of all his big, bright smile illuminating the room. He was handsome and you couldn’t help admiring him in all his glory. 

“- Looking at you like what ?”

Your boyfriend groaned at your teasing, but you didn’t let it go, and when he finally looked back at you, your gaze locked.

“- Like you’re madly in love with me.

- That’s because I am.”

Despite the many times you had said that to him, and the many times he said that to you, it still made his heart beat faster, it still made a blush blossom on his cheeks and it still made him avoid your eyes because of how flustered he was. 

“- You say that like it’s common sense.

- It kinda is. You’re my world Kwannie.”

Maybe you were just like the sappy couples you hated usually, but you didn’t care. Seungkwan intertwined your fingers with his over the table and as he looked back into your eyes, no more words were needed. 

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[leyavo]

The way someone’s ‘critiquing’ (correcting) my hospital part in I am my father’s daughter. So I’m going tell you this:

I’m not a medical professional guys! I am familiar with mild sepsis so I went on my own experience.

One: I am leaving daughter!readers past vague as it serves the plot as she doesn’t want to share her trauma with people. (I know I wouldn’t want to)

Two: when you’re brought up in an unstable environment like that you tend not to remember parts or any of your childhood. So I’m not going into detail about everything just touching upon little bits. (Speaking from experience here I don’t remember a good chunk).

Three: if you compliment my work, add that you have a small critique about medical or other stuff and then compliment again. THAT’s A SHIT SANDWICH. AKA BACK HANDED COMPLIMENT. I also didn’t ask for it either -> I write for fun

Four: I don’t want to write abuse first hand as I don’t like it!! Flash backs and small pieces yes, but I will never go in depth.

This also serves the narrative of the character who’s trying to block it all out and get on with their life. YEAH the character will have to face it eventually, but it doesn’t need to be detailed out.