#except the sex scene that had my cringing bc I was watching it while sitting on the floor w my laptop on the coffee table

[tvckerwash]

binge watched s2 of a/rcane today (rip 16 of my dollars to netflix) and I didn't think it was anywhere near as good as s1 tbh. things didn't feel well paced and they tried to deal with too many things. also fellow haters of sex scenes that really didn't need to be there rise

[missallsundaes]

Usopp is my favorite character! And I was so excited to see that you love him too 🥰 there aren’t many stories about him and I was wondering if I could ask that you write another when you found the time? Maybe something smutty? Or fluffy? Or both after he and reader reunite again after the time skip? Where he’s confident now that reader will notice him but obvi they already did ♥️

UHM I love Usopp so fucking much you are so valid he's one of my fav characters of all time.

SO rereading your request after I got an idea, I realized that you asked for… a hook up post time skip but like. I couldn’t not do a big fluffy “i missed you so much” reunion after two years so they have a prev relationship but returned with Usopp being more confident and reader learning things about themself haha.

This is so fluffy and so gushy but also nsfw. It’s cringe worthy sweet because I’m a fucking sucker for Usopp and I want him to be happy.

This turned out so much longer than I meant for it to, bc I was just going to do a drabble but here’s this 1900 word fic, haha.

TLDR: MUSHY fic bc Usopp deserves happiness.

NSFW undercut but it's just like.. Very loving emotional sex. No real kinks but there is crying during sex, but not written to be kinky.

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“USOPP!” You screamed, running at top speed, past all of your other crew mates and straight into the arms of your boyfriend. Sure you were happy to see the other Straw Hats, but there was only one man who your heart beat for, and finally after two years apart, here he was.

He braced himself for your hug and you felt him lift you up and spin you around in his arms, “[y/n] oh my god I missed you!” He was all smiles, kissing across your face and holding you as close as he could, your feet still far from the ground.

His arms were more defined, muscles you weren’t used to feeling, flexing against your body to hold you up. “Wow you’ve been busy,” You smiled, kissing him back, hands finding their way to his strong arms. “Are you sure this is my Usopp?”

He laughed, setting you down, smiling the bright smile you missed so much, “What, you don’t remember all of this?” He joked, flexing both of his arms for you, acting out mock scenes of strength and showing off the rippling muscles that you didn’t quite know that you were into until well, just now.

You touched his exposed chest, fingers lingering over hard abs, “Well maybe I just forgot how absolutely strong my brave warrior was..”

You smiled at him, raising your chin to kiss his soft lips. Your words causing him to blush a bit, clearly melting at your praise, before returning your kiss, his arms wrapping around you again, hands in the small of your back to hold you close to him as he deepened the kiss passionately, clearly he had missed you just as much, ached for you just as much. These past two years had been hell, but finally everyone was back together.

“Get a room you two,” You heard someone laugh from behind you, and you suddenly realized how handsy you were being, how absolutely embarrassingly clingy you were being, causing you to flush a beet red.

The party the first night back on the Sunny was, no contest, one of the most fun nights you had ever had with your crew. Sanji had prepared a feast so big that even Luffy was having trouble by the end of the night, everyone catching each other up on the years apart and enjoying being with their family again. Everyone had grown so much in two years, both in visibly noticeable differences and emotionally. Everyone was still who you remembered, but matured. You supposed the same thing could be said about yourself, even though you couldn’t point out in yourself what had changed.

Drinks had flowed freely, Brook providing the most excellent of tunes, laughter and familiarity unbounded. How you had missed this. More than you realized. Just being together, being a family and feeling comfortable.

It was getting late now, and your head swam a bit from the drinks in you, despite how much you had eaten to soak it up. Cuddled up under the tangerine trees on the deck you were wrapped in Usopp’s arms, sitting between his thighs, his face pressed between your neck and collarbone comfortably, occasionally leaving kisses. He hummed in tune to the music on the deck below, Brook playing the piano and singing, Luffy and Sanji had drunkenly joined in singing along, not keeping the tune nearly as well.

“I missed you so much,” He said, arms squeezing you tightly, like he couldn’t get close enough, “I was so worried about you, I wish I could have just heard your voice.”

“C’mon, Uso,” You smiled, leaning against him and holding his arms under yours sweetly, “I’m a big girl, you know I can hold my own.”

“You’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you,” He said, the tone in his voice so honest and clear with you, even tinged with the slur of his drink. “I must be the luckiest man sailing the seas.”

Your face was flushed, thankful for the darkening sky hiding it, “Shush you, it’s just the drink talking.” You patted his arm with your hand, as if to shush him.

“I mean it, you’re so gorgeous, you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed about my whole life,” His voice broke a little and you felt hot tears on your shoulder, “I was worried you wouldn’t wait for me the two years, I’d die if you realized how much better you were than me.”

“No no, none of that!” You said, spinning around suddenly, bumping noses with him as you turned, “You’re so much more than what you think of yourself.” You locked lips with the marksman, kissing deeper and more brazen than you meant, the passion getting to you.

His lips parted, and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue between them, his hands finding your hips as he deepened the kiss. Has he always been this good at kissing? Or was it the drink? Or how much you had missed each other's bodies?

“If we snuck off to the rooms, no one would notice,” You whispered, lips still touching his lips as you spoke. You smiled as you watched the blush spread across his cheeks, one thing hadn’t changed at least, he was so easy to fluster.

Your hand trailed down his chest, lingering on his waist, teasing at the last section of exposed skin before his trousers.

He tried to stutter out a reply, but ended up just nodding his head quickly as a response, lifting you up in a quick motion, carrying you bridal style down to the cabins below deck.

He set you down gently on the bed, treating you like a princess, kissing you and trailing those kisses down to your neck and chest, unbuttoning your blouse and kissing your breasts gently, always using such a soft touch with you.

“You’re so gorgeous,” He whispered against your skin, “So perfect.”

He climbed into bed next to you, hands slipping under your trousers, touching your body over your undergarments, his lips finding yours again, kissing you as you found your hands exploring his body. It would take some getting used to the new terrain under your fingers, where he was such a beanpole before, he had obviously trained so hard over the last two years, and his body was so familiar but so different.

Kissing and fondling quickly becoming more heated between you, he unbuttoned his coveralls, kicking them off his legs to the ground below the bed. You followed suit in quick succession, tossing your blouse aside and kicking off trousers to join his on the floor. His hands wrapped around your back to unhook your bra without breaking the kiss, you slipping your arms free of the straps and letting him toss it away.

His strong hand, more rough than you remembered, found its way to your heat again, slipping his hand under your panties, fumbling a bit in the moment before finding your clit with a gasp from you, some things hadn’t changed, really. His fingers slipped down your slit to find the moistening of your opening, dragging your slick back up to your clit to make his movements smoother, rolling your clit in circles under his fingers.

His mouth left yours, to trail kisses to your neck, leaving gentle marks against your skin, adjusting his weight on the bed until his mouth was at your breasts, his other hand cupping a breast to his mouth, a flash of tongue against your nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, kneading the soft flesh in his calloused hand.

“Usopp, please,” You moaned under his ministrations on your body, “I want you.”

You felt him freeze a bit, always easy to fluster, always easy to shy away. You stifled a laugh, “C’mon Uso~” you purred, arching your back and adjusting your legs to press your thigh against his member through his boxers, feeling the damp of his precum even through his underwear. “Please?”

“W-well I can’t very well deny such a request from a Goddess, can I?” He said masking a stutter and sliding your underwear from your hips before pulling his off and adjusting.

You looked down, eyes widening, “Usopp I know.. I keep saying you’ve grown but.. Did your dick.. Get bigger?” There was no doubt to you that there was at least another inch on your boyfriend’s length.

He looked down, having not thought about it before, “Uh.. oh.. Maybe?” He laughed, “Not too scary for you I hope.”

“No,” You said, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him down on top of you, “Just be gentle with me, it’s been a while even without the extra size..”

“Always,” He said, kissing you again as he slid his length into your waiting sex, letting you adjust to his cock as he did. Fully inside of you he gave you a moment to adjust, “Ready?” He said, and you nodded, eyes half lidded and biting your lip.

He started thrusting against you, a steady pace, his hands firmly gripping your hips to piston his hips against you. The air between you was hot and heavy, full of your desperate breath, your mouths barely separating except to let moans slip between your lips. Your hands found his hair, slipping your hands to the back of his head, fingers threaded through his thick curls, gripping him closer to you as his pace quickened from the passion between you.

It wasn’t long before you felt the familiar feeling of an orgasm building within you, taut like a rubberband, ready to snap with each pump of his hips into you, his pace steady but getting sloppier as he neared his own orgasm.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him closer to you, his pumping action now more shallow but hitting you deeper, rubbing that sweet spot inside you that you swear he wasn’t long enough to hit the last time you were together, and god it was driving you crazy.

“I’m going to cum, Usopp,” You moaned against his lips, arching your back against his chest and pressing your sex into him desperately.

“Come for me, baby,” He moaned, pulling you into him rhythmically, “I’m close too.” His confidence in telling you to come for him was all it took to push you to that edge, feeling your orgasm take over your body you moaned his name loudly, fingers gripping in his hair for dear life.

Your body tightening on his cock was all it took for him to release his own orgasm, pumping inside you until your own orgasm had subsided, then pulling out to splash his slick jizz across your stomach, secondary pumps splashing lower, covering your body in his seed.

His lips met yours again and you felt tears splash your cheeks as he let his body fall into yours, curling up next to you to hold you close to him. “I love you so much, so so much,” he cried, huge tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.

You felt your own tears pooling, threatening to spill over your lids. “Shuush, don’t cry Usopp,” you trailed your hand across his cheek lovingly, “I love you so much, you’re my everything.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” He said, looking into your eyes with all the love and devotion in his heart.

“I could say the same thing, my darling.” You said, kissing his nose, “We’ll never be apart again.”

[trash0receptacle]

Brothers with an Mc who loves horror Movies

(Spoilers for the saw movies and others)

Lucifer:

- He definitely is a fan of movies like the ring over slasher films

- He appreciates the metaness in movies like Us or get out

- He can handle gore better than his brothers but that scene from Saw 3 where the guy gets twisted to death. Or in saw four where the guy gets his skin ripped off.

- Being a demon most of these movies don’t get to him but he hates human centipede 2 with a passion (I’m not going to mention all the fucked up shit from that movie but it’s banned in several countries for a reason)

- Honestly he does find it humorous how Mc won’t be affected but his brothers will get grossed out or terrified

- Personally I see his favorite film being either Vertigo or Pyscho two classics

Mammon:

- I love mammon but he definitely hates horror movies

- He likes to spend time with you sure but always cringes when you want to watch horror movies

- He likes the stupid horror movies like the ones so bad you can tell it’s fake or it’s a mock movie

- When you guys watched Saw he almost puked probably but the great mammon isn’t scared by human movies

- Well that was until Texas Chainsaw massacre

- Humans eat each other and you think this shit is funny?

- He probably thinks you’re mentally deranged but who knows

- He definitely had to go sit in a corner by himself after human centipede

- His favorite movie is Scream

Levi:

- He loves horror movies too

- He plays enough horror games that he finds them fun

- I see him enjoying the films where the ending is unexpected

- My mans doesn’t get affected by gore probably but will get affected by other stuff....(curse you human centipede 2)

- He’s a sucker for a surprise killer or killers

- Japanese horror? You know he is in to it...

- Until he watches it and doesn’t sleep for a week

- I think his favorite movie is 47 meters down because it’s not a slasher but is intense

Satan:

- Now Satan he probably hates horror movies as well but for different reasons

- He does that thing where you talk to the movie like “that was fucking stupid” (so do i)

- He hates The Friday the 13th franchise with a passion because it makes no sense

- You know he gets a big head about cult themed movies

- He’s offended by humans portrayal of him quite frankly

- He’s not affected by gore he just thinks it’s a overused troupe

- He has a respect for the really fucked up minds behind these movies

- He likes the Japanese horror franchise because some of them are truly gut wrenchingly terrifying

- He hates clowns (I don’t have a reason but I feel like he would)

- He watched terrifier with you and regrets it

- His favorite movie is The Nun

Asmo:

- Oh he hates horror movies

- Well except for the ones that are filled with Sex

- Now that doesn’t exscue sexual violence in movies (again fuck human centipede 2)

- He likes slasher films for that reason

- Almost all slasher films are full of teenage sex and shit and you know he’s here for it

- While everyone else just watches those scenes in awkward silence he vibes

- In movies with satanic cults or demons he’s offended.. Lucifer, Satan, and Beel get mentioned but he the avatar of lust does not?!

- You know he will use the excuse he’s scared to cuddle up to you

( I got distracted so I ran outta steam sorry)

Beel:

- he’s not a big fan of them but he enjoys snacks so he’s down

- he doesn’t like gore

- He’s a soft boy you know he doesn’t like people randomly being killed

- He doesn’t think people are tasty why do people eat each other?

- He likes #Alive mainly bc he thinks it’s cool

Belphie:

-this man is just gonna sleep through it..

- from what he pays attention to he likes the Shining

[annabethy]

secret relationships!

in which their relationship is in the open and it’s nothing like she expected,, part 3,, percabeth (i got stuck on this for a week so if you’re cringing, don't worry bc i am too lol)

Annabeth can’t stand still right now. No matter how hard she tries to, she knows that there is no preventing herself from pacing in circles around her apartment. Percy is perched carefully on her bed, watching her with humor in his eyes.

“Come here,” he says, opening his arms towards her. She walks into the space between his legs, reluctantly letting him pull her onto his lap. His arms wrap around her back, and she buries her face against his chest.

“I’m scared.”

“I know.” He kisses the top of her head. “It’ll be okay.”

“She’s going to hate me.”

“Calypso is not going to hate you,” Percy tries, rubbing her back. “You’re her best friend.”

“Exactly. I’m her best friend, and I’m dating the guy she’s in love with. A best friend doesn’t do that.”

“You didn’t plan for this to happen.”

“But it did,” Annabeth says, frustrated.

She really has no idea how it happened. She never would’ve let this happen, but it happened anyways. She fell in love with the guy her best friend has wanted to be with for years, but it’s worse because Annabeth didn’t say anything. She let Calypso go on about Percy as though nothing was happening — as though Annabeth hasn’t been hooking up with Percy for weeks.

Percy, sweet and all too good for her, kisses the top of her head and holds her tighter. “You’ll be okay.”

“When I end up a loser with no friends, will you still love me?” Annabeth asks.

“I’ll be your friend,” he says.

“That’s something that you’d say to a loser with no friends.”

Percy chuckles and flops backwards onto the bed, dragging Annabeth up over him. She straddles his waist, balancing herself on her arms in front of her, and she frowns.

“You’re too calm about this, Jackson.”

Percy’s fingers thread in her hair to bring her face down to his. She keeps her face still as he kisses her, and he snorts against her lips. “Really?”

“I refuse to kiss you if you’re going to make fun of me.”

“I’m not!” he says, laughing.

Annabeth lays down on top of him, ignoring the breath that is forced out of him as she elbows his stomach. “Do you seriously think that she’s not going to murder me on sight?”

“I seriously think that she’s not going to murder you on sight,” he says, a teasing tone to his voice. “You need to calm down or you’re going to worry yourself sick.”

“I’m already worrying myself sick,” she says.

“She’s not going to be here for another hour,” he says. “You didn’t sleep last night. Why don’t you take a nap?”

“I didn’t sleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about the whole situation.”

“So stop thinking, and you’ll be able to sleep.”

Annabeth rolls her eyes, but Percy doesn’t see her do it. She snuggles closer against him with no intentions of actually sleeping, but she’s just so exhausted with everything that it’s hardly a surprise when her eyes start to close. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registers Percy pulling a blanket over the two of them when it suddenly becomes much warmer.

She’s in such a deep sleep that she doesn’t notice the telltale sound of her front door lock clicking. She certainly doesn’t hear the door creak open or the footsteps down the hall that follow. It’s not until someone’s clearing her throat that her eye cracks open languidly, and she spots Calypso standing by her bed.

Annabeth wishes that she had shot up immediately, but her brain is still half-asleep so instead she shoves her face into Percy’s chest and stretches. It finally does click a few seconds later and then she’s finally separating her tangled limbs from Percy.

Calypso blinks at the scene, and then she’s looking at Annabeth. Annabeth has always been able to read Calypso’s face, but right now, she can’t tell a single thing.

Percy’s arm is still thrown partly around her waist, and Annabeth can’t think of a single thing to say.

“So.” Calypso clears her throat and pointedly looks at Percy. “Do you have something to tell me?”

“Calypso—”

Calypso cuts her off, holding a finger up at her. “So you and Percy?”

“I was going to tell you.”

“Were you though?” Annabeth notices a gleam in Calypso’s eye, and she has never been more confused than when Calypso begins to smirk. She goes to smother her smile, but Annabeth has already caught sight of it. “Tell me, Annabeth. How long have you and Percy been fucking?”

Annabeth chokes, and she hears Percy’s strangled cry behind her. “What?”

“I think I already know when all this,” Calypso gestures in their general direction, “began, but I want to hear it from you.”

Annabeth is so thrown off her game that she doesn’t know what else to say, so she just mutters, “A few months.”

“A few months,” Calypso repeats. There is a long pause, and Annabeth hears a ringing in her ears. Unexpectedly, Calypso starts laughing. “It took you long enough! I thought you were never going to tell me.”

“What are you talking about?”

Calypso crawls onto the bed, shamelessly shoving Percy away from her and settling next to Annabeth herself. Percy awkwardly rolls away, but there is still a smile on his face. “We’ve been best friends our whole lives. You really thought I wouldn’t know when my two closest friends started dating?”

“But you were always talking about how in love with him you were!”

Calypso snorts. “Yeah, that ended a while ago. I really just kept up with this whole façade because I wanted to see how far I could go before you have a mental breakdown.”

Annabeth presses her face into the bed, and Calypso does the same into the small of her back. “So you knew?” she confirms, muffled.

“It was painfully obvious,” Calypso says.

Suddenly, Annabeth feels so much like crying. She’s spent months lying to her best friend, putting herself through this torture, and there was no reason for it. If she had just trusted Calypso, then…

“I’m sorry for lying to you,” Annabeth manages, teary eyed.

“You better fucking be. I’ll let you off with a warning this time because in your defense, you did kind of think I wanted his children. But next time, I will cut your dick off.”

“I don’t have a dick.”

“Your metaphorical but also very physical dick.” Calypso laughs at her own joke and Annabeth’s misery. “I’m serious, though. If I thought I was falling in love with my best friend’s man, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

“I love you,” Annabeth tells her friend. “So much.”

Calypso gives Annabeth a big, wet kiss on the cheek. “I love you more.” And she turns towards Percy. “You, sir, are a terrible influence. Making my sweet Annabeth lie to me.”

Percy raises his hands in surrender. “My bad.”

“How could I ever have liked such a peasant?” Calypso shudders dramatically. “To be clear, I never actually wanted your babies. I was just bothering Annabeth.”

“Sure.”

“Jackson,” she warns, sitting up on the bed. She swings her legs over the edge before continuing. “Don’t hurt my baby.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

With that, Calypso works towards the door, leaving the two adults in a state of overwhelming confusion. “Now, I’m going to go. You two can have lots of celebratory sex! I give you my permission,” she says, and then she’s out of Annabeth’s bedroom, the apartment door slamming shut only moments later despite the two of them calling after her.

Annabeth is only a bit flustered for what just happened, but Percy seems to already have recovered as he rolls her back on top of him. Her hair frames over them as she leans to reach his face, where he presses a long kiss to her lips. Annabeth thinks her brain is short wiring because there is no way that Calypso walks into the apartment for two seconds just to tell Annabeth she knew before leaving. Except that’s exactly what happened. She was like a fairy, in and out at the snap of her fingers.

“I told you it would be fine,” he says against her lips. “Shut up,” she says, because he did tell her. It feels so good to have it out in the open now, and to know that Calypso supported her made her feel even better. It’s a weight off her shoulder, and it’s been minutes, but she is so much lighter already.

She has the two people she loves most by her side, and that’s all that mattered to her. She is no longer stuck in the sweetest misery, and it has never felt too good to leave. She now can take a step out into her future, so she lets herself do just that, wrapped tightly in Percy’s arms and her best friend in hand.