#my head hurts also like it's just a bad time all around

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

What a Mess 6

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: thick!Bucky Barnes

Summary: Your new job isn’t all that you expect. (maid AU – short!reader)

Note: hate me, baby.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You pack away your kit and drag the vacuum to the elevator. You give one last look to the condo then tap the button and wait. You jitter as you stare at the doors, urging on your escape. From this place, from him. 

He didn’t hurt you, did he? He wasn’t cruel but he also didn’t stop. He didn’t ask. He just... did that. But you’re the one who touched him first. But he said yes. That’s the difference, isn’t it? Or did you give him permission by initiating the whole breach of behaviour. 

“Doll,” his hands clamp down on your shoulders and jar you from your anguished trance. You gasp and look over at the metal fingers curling around you. “What’sa matter?” 

You quiver as the elevator doors open. You grip the vacuum tight and try to walk out of his grasp. That’s a foolish thought. He keeps you as you are. 

“You’re in a hurry?” He wonders. 

You gulp and drop your head, the hose quiver in your hand. You wet your dry lips and shudder. You can’t hear over the thumping pulse behind your ears. 

“Hey,” he spins you and the vacuum hose falls from your grasp. You blink up at him, staring at his face if only to avoid another glimpse of his naked form. He cups your head. “Your heart’s about to explode. Why don’t you sit down? You been working hard.” 

You touch the back of his hands as your eyes glaze over, “please...” 

He searches your face, his expression lining with confusion, “what?” 

Your lip trembles and you drop your arms. You can’t fight him. You can feel that same oppression as before. His body over yours, smothering you, suffocating you. This isn’t just a man, this is a super soldier. 

“Are you scared?” He asks. 

You nod without thinking. He retracts his touch and turns away. “I was... nice.” 

You hug yourself as the elevator shuts and descends. Your way out weighs heavily on the wires as it disappears. You dig your nails into your arms. 

“I’m scared too, doll,” he turns back again. You wince and avert your gaze to the wall. “It’s been a long time... long time since anyone... since I let anyone...” He marches toward you and you back up until you hit the doors. 

You watch him in horror as he gets down on his knees. He grabs your wrists and unfolds your arms, clasping them in his and kissing your knuckles. You whimper as he opens your palms to him and brushes them over his thick beard. 

“I need you, doll. You can’t leave me like this,” he begs. 

You don’t know what he wants. You can’t figure why he’s doing this. Why he’s clinging to you like a scared puppy. You didn’t do anything but your job. No, you touched him first. 

“I only wanted to help,” you whisper. 

He kisses your palms and hums, “you did, baby. You did.” 

“Bucky, I have to go,” you quaver. “Home.” 

He hisses and goes silent. He continues to toy with your hands. He guides them to his hair as he shuffles closer on his knees. He grips your hips and pulls you forward. He nuzzles your pelvis with a growl and you squeak. 

“Bucky!” You squeal. 

He purrs and rolls his face against you, his thumbs pushing into your soft flesh. He continues to nuzzle you firmly, rocking his head as he inhales your scent through your jeans. You babble helplessly and push on his shoulders. 

“I can make you feel good, doll,” he looks up at you with beaming blue eyes. “I wanna. So bad.” 

You wriggle but don’t offer much resistance. You feel his strength and your lack of. The doors are shut, in all ways. 

He snakes his hands around to your bottom and suddenly, he stands, lifting you off your feet. You cry out again and latch onto him in fright. He hooks your knees around him and gives a sultry growl over your hair. He carries you away from the elevator. 

You quake against him as you resign yourself to his whims. He takes you around to the front room and sits you on the sofa. You lean back and brace the cushions as he traces along your waist band. He pinches the front and pushes the button of your fly free. 

Paralysed, you watch him, a hollow shell as he pulls down the tab of your zipper. He exhales deeply as he once more feels along the denim and hooks his fingers beneath. He tugs, jerking you, peeling your pants down to your thighs. 

You plant your heads firmly to keep from slipping down as he rolls your jeans past your knees. You shiver as he exposes you to the airy space. His eyes crawl up your legs and frames your waist as he bends over your lap. 

His hand creep down to your shaking thighs and push them apart as he bows further. He breathes into the front of your cotton panties and nips the fabric. He snarls and presses his nose against you, dipping into your slit.  

You squirm as his trails a fingertip along the crease of your leg and tugs aside the cotton. You quiver as he purrs and slides his tongue along your folds. You arch your back, pushing your head into the cushions as you whine. The coolness of his mouth mingles cloyingly with your warmth. 

He flicks up and down as you squeak and twitch, slapping the cushions as your insides writhe uncontrollably at his tending. His finger grazes along your skin and he prods at your entrance, teasing it as his tongue swirls around your clit. You hiss and hum, trying to hold back the moans trapped in your chest. 

You bite your lips as your head lolls and your eyes roll back. Your fear gives way to something more vulnerable, something undeniable. You latch onto his head and arch your feet as the tension winds in your core. 

He’s right. He hasn’t hurt you. If you’re good, then he won’t. If you’re good, it will feel good. Right? 

[archiewantsheetmetal]

hey guys.

here is my collection of layton being lukes dad that nobody asked for since i feel like you guys should see it too. + extra screencaps from the games when i played them. and also a little commentary

SLIGHT SPOILER WARNING!!

these are screenshots from all of the mainline games + a few from plvpw, but for that one they dont really spoil anything. its mostly just layton being mildly affectionate towards luke because i lose my mind whenever he is. this will be multiple parts because i have quite a few

here we go!!

Hershel Protecting Luke or Being his Second Dad in General (Part 1)

Starting with plvspw.

The way Luke is looking up at Hershel makes me claw the ground. He looks up to him so much. He is in awe with him and what he's saying. He is INTERESTED in what hes saying.

Hershel placing a hand on his shoulder to reassure him is so sweet. Hershel is letting him know that he's there.

He notices Luke's troubled expression and demeanor in that cutscene. He's looking up at the sky and is deep in thought after what Hershel said about witches. (Plus the thunder that's scaring him a little.)

And he's quick to reassure him. He knows Luke is scared of the supernatural (Understandably so because of his Experience) and Hershel is quick to let him know that witches can't hurt him. They aren't real, and they never were.

I just thought these were sweet. I like the idea of Hershel answering Luke's questions while he stays at his flat/office. I feel like rainy days for them would be very calm and sweet. Just tea and a book to read. Stories to tell and questions to ask.

As for the second photo, I just find Hershel's concern for Luke to be very sweet. All Luke did was pratfall. He didn't break any bones or get any bad bruises but Hershel rushed to his side to make sure he was alright.

Luke's first instinct when he's scared is always, ALWAYS, to hide behind the professor.

VERY SLIGHT SPOILER FOR LAST SPECTER BELOW! Skip to the next set of images if you want to avoid it.

It's not as noticeable here, but Luke meets Loosha for the first time and immediately backs up behind Hershel for safety.

So much in this game shows that he starts to feel safe around the professor (which I think could be a reason he is so eager to go with Hershel on dangerous trips. Hershel has made sure he was safe each time)

Hershel's first instinct when he feels there's danger is always to shield Luke first. Especially his head.

The grab and tuck thing he does makes me so ill. He's protecting his boy with his whole body and it doesnt matter what part of himself gets hurt as long as Luke is safe.

On the third photo they are falling QUITE A DISTANCE! Yet Hershel's first thought is to grab Luke and put himself between Luke and the ground. Luke is to be safe at all times no matter what.

Putting this here because it was funny. not to the pilot!!!!

[blue-jisungs]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ MASSAGE 🧸ྀི

summary your bf gives you a massage • wc 600

[ extras ] might be a lil suggestive, reader is said not to be wearing a bra (real); could be read as both (non)idol ji

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! i actually forgot i wrote this one a while ago… man i love jiwoong sm<3 ALSO FIRST WORK OF 2025 WE CHEERED!

jiwoong entered your room, a small sigh leaving his lips upon noticing your slumped posture over a file of papers.

“how’s it going?” he asked, approaching you. the view of all the materials, books, and notes brought him pain – he couldn’t even imagine the effort you poured into studying.

“bad. good. i don’t know. like, on one hand i understand it and i get it… but once im doing exercises without context or notes… i don’t. a blank. and my head is spinning” you rambled, leaning on your chair once you felt his hands resting on your shoulders.

jiwoong hummed. he really wished he could help, maybe explaining or researching. but he couldn’t, sadly.

“my back hurts so much…” you groaned.

unless…

“maybe because you’ve been sitting like a shrimp for the past two hours?” he teased, his fingers gently caressing your skin.

“first of all, rude” you scoffed and raised your head to look at him – and his boyish smile “second of all, true”

“i think i can lend a helping hand for that” he hummed and turned your chair around, moving aside.

“okay. but don’t take too long, i need to finish those notes” you sighed, knowing deep down you need a break. you did feel guilty a bit, after all you got distracted a couple of times. and now another break? you felt like–

“turn off your brain for ten minutes. it shouldn’t be hard” jiwoong scoffed and helped you stand up, only to gently push you in the bed.

“okay… whatever…” you sighed, looking at him expectantly.

“lay on your stomach” he ordered and you did so, resting your head against pillows and plushies.

then, you felt his gentle touch raising your shirt up. he pulled it to the base of your neck, goosebumps already raising in your skin and heat hitting your face. you didn’t have a bra… it’s not like you were exposed but it still made you shy.

“is this okay? you’re all tense” he asked, shuffling closer.

“yeah, just… if i would’ve known, i’d wear something else…” you mumbled shyly.

“easier access” jiwoong shrugged nonchalantly and traced small shapes on your back “i’m gonna give you a massage, okay?”

“mhm” you hummed, not really expecting much. sure, it’ll help you relax and all-

once jiwoong’s calloused hands sturdily started caressing your back, you knew you were done for. he put pressure in all the right places, kneading your skin from top to bottom. stopping by your hips, his thumbs gently rubbed all the soreness away.

jiwoong’s touch was working miraculously, you could feel yourself relaxing. occasionally he stroked your sides tenderly, almost feather-lightly, causing you to let a small giggle from the ticklish feeling.

he didn’t forget about your neck too, massaging the muscles as if his life depended on it. meanwhile, your eyelids began to feel heavy.

the harshness of his palms’ texture brought a feeling of comfort on its own.

suddenly, he moved his hand to feel your vertebrae through your skin. when he started pressing on them, going down one by one, you groaned softly.

“this feels nice” you mumbled, not even sure if he heard you.

before you could realize, you were out like a baby.

jiwoong smiled proudly, his movements halting once he heard your soft snores. only then he leaned away and laid down next to you, pressing a tender kiss onto your forehead. eventually he put your shirt down and pulled a comforter over your sleeping figure.

“rest well, my smart baby” jiwoong hummed and closed his eyes as well, falling asleep next to you.

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taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @haecien ,, @stryroses

[jjkthrow]

Who would be most compatible with a sub, brat, switch, or dom? For which ever men you want

18+ Minors DNI

Ino: vanilla. A bit insecure so uncomfortable as a dom a lot of “is this ok?” A bit endearing really. Being a sub just makes him feel lesser in general “do you really think that about me?” Has a hard time keeping it just in the bedroom, and will assume you always think of him as submissive if he subs, or that he sees you as subservient if he doms. Good boyfriend likes you to both feel equal.

Gojo: Bratty switch. The biggest brat actually. If he’s subbing don’t expect him to serve you without him jabbing a comment “is this the best you got?” “Aw is my pretty lady tired?” Better put that mouth to use. will gladly take over if you give him the opportunity but sees it more as you admitting defeat. Maybe not the healthiest dom/sub will definitely chide “well you’re the one on you’re knees for me, begging for my cock last night” fastest way to put him in his place is not letting him cum or touch himself. Doesn’t love a cockcage but it gets him to shut up, and prevents him from touching himself when your back is turned. If he hates being teased of course he will use that against you as well. When he’s dominant absolutely goes to his ego to hear you whimper or gag, but does have a safe word in place and a discussion about boundaries prior. When Satoru doms he loves edging you as long as he can, then overstimulating you beyond belief. He cums first, hunts down his own orgasm, but if he can’t make you cum he feels he hasn’t done his job. Needs it for his self security. How will he gloat and brag if he can’t make his girl cum? However he’s not above pulling you into a closet for a quickie and tell you he “owes you later” partially because he’s selfish, but also to keep you thinking about it the rest of the day. Big into touching you, just to rub it in your face that he hasn’t even fucked you yet. Loves to come in your mouth or all over you and get you messy, say he’s staking his claim. Thinks it’s sexy if you fall asleep nasty like that but won’t mention that part. Less assertive and more purring “why don’t you come take care of this for me.” Or “face down, you’ve been so bad” his biggest thing is making you wait, a sort of payback for making him wait. Might tie you up and leave you like that for a bit while he reads. If you’ve been particularly naughty will tape a vibrator to you and edge you on and off for what feels like hours. Screaming and crying in frustration and desperation. Loves to inspect you like you’re on display or an object “oh look how swollen, that must be some uncomfortable” if you’re being needy and overwhelming him, will make you cockwarm him and sit silently. Might not be the best at expressing his feelings but does want you to feel cared for in the end. It might just be in his own love language like touching his head to yours, bringing you a snack or holding you tight.

Geto: soft dom. Prefers a bratty sub who can keep up and play. However not opposed to a sub who’s insecure, he loves to build you up and praise you. Will make sure you know how much you mean to him and not belittle you. Not much into being dommed but won’t mind time to time if you have good chemistry, and trust that he can be vulnerable around you. Might still grab your hips and adjust the pace of his hands aren’t cuffed, even if he’s supposed to be subbing. Not every sex act you do is kinky and it’s laid back for him and not serious. Suguru has good etiquette, it stays strictly in the bedroom and he’s very careful and attentive about subdrop. Is secretly a bit possessive but won’t try to exercise control over you elsewhere. Doesn’t like to see you cry and gag. Likes his dominant roll to be more “look at me or get nothing” and “you can take it, good girl” maybe a little pain play such as biting, spanking, pushing the whole length in at one time so the stretch hurts a bit. Reads your face heavily, it’s about trust for him. Likes to hold his hand around your throat but not choke you, but will oblige if you’re into that. loves to hold you down or tie you up. Drag you back to him when you try to crawl away from overstimulation. Often very intimate if he’s in a relationship, fingers interlocked softly in juxtaposition as he rams into you, his other hand holding you down by your hair, or gripping your hips to make you keep his chosen tempo, shoving you down, forcing you to take the slowest but most brutal backshots. Prefers to cum inside you, but makes you beg for it, for him to breed you; though he doesn’t actually wish to get you pregnant and if you’re using a condom, it’s just for how sexy it sounds. Well he is technically cumming inside you. Just into a condom. Big on taking precautions and understanding the consequences of any actions. Doesn’t mind cleaning you up and the aftercare that comes with being a dom. Tries to hold off until you’ve had at least one orgasm.

Sukuna: DOM. Terrible etiquette. Wants total subserviency

Nanami: hmmm though I think he leans more towards vanilla personally, also enjoys to watch you get yourself off if he’s not in the mood, seeing you worked up over him while he lounges in a chair adjacent. Or when he comes home after a long day and you push him on the sofa and get on his lap, to start leaving hickeys down his neck and around his jaw. Doesn’t see this as dom/sub but just a more spicy sex life. Can be very strong in bed, will put you in a headlock and manhandle you but only if you absolutely beg him to. I mean pleading. Careful not to overexert you, usually leaving it to 1 to 1 for the orgasm score. Doesn’t have the stamina after that, you exhaust him. If you’re on top doing the work, likes to watch you with a soft open mouth smile. Holds back his moans and throws his head back instead, trying to break eye contact so he doesn’t choke out your name. Isn’t into anything particularly odd, and doesn’t love the idea of making you feel submissive to him, nor him to you. Likes a girl who’s a bit more freaky than him, but not self aware of that and is still very hesitant to partake in your fantasies.

[paigesbasketball]

A Bueckers Christmas

Paige Bueckers x Reader Warning: Just a little suggestive Notes: not related to the story but these photos do something to me...... also sorry this was late

The glow of the city skyline lit up your new high-rise apartment, the snow outside falling gently like something out of a Christmas movie. Inside, the smell of pine filled the room as you and Paige worked on decorating the tree. Well, you were decorating—the same couldn’t be said for Paige, who seemed far more interested in distracting you. Her wife.

She was standing on a chair, carefully hanging a string of lights across the wall, her hoodie riding up just slightly. “How does it look?” she called over her shoulder, her voice laced with amusement. “Festive enough to impress my adoring fans?” she says wiggling her eyebrows looking at me.

You glanced up from the box of ornaments in your hands, pretending not to notice the way her smile lit up the room more than the lights did. “It’s fine,” you said, trying to sound casual. “Now get down before you hurt yourself. If you twist an ankle, your coach will kill me.”

Paige hopped down gracefully, landing right in front of you. She didn’t step back, though—instead, she stayed close, her blue eyes sparkling as she reached out to adjust the tinsel hanging around your shoulders. “You worry about me too much,” she teased, her fingers brushing your neck. “But I like that about you.”

You took a step back, trying to focus on the task at hand. “Paige, we don’t have time for this. Your team’s going to be here in—”

“Fifteen minutes,” she interrupted, her voice dropping as she leaned against the counter, her smirk unmistakable. “Plenty of time.”

You groaned, grabbing a strand of garland and holding it out to her. “Then make yourself useful. Here.”

But Paige ignored the garland, taking a slow step toward you instead. “You know,” she said, her voice softer now, “you’re way too cute when you’re all flustered.”

“Paige,” you said, trying to sound firm, but your voice came out quieter than you intended.

She reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m just saying,” she murmured, her face close enough that you could feel the warmth of her breath, “it’s hard to focus on decorating when you’re standing there looking like...well, like you.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as she leaned even closer. “Paige, your team—”

“They’ll survive,” she whispered, her lips curving into a small smile. “This is way more important.”

Before you could argue, she closed the distance between you, her lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss was warm and sweet, with just a hint of the boldness that made her Paige.

For a moment, the world outside disappeared—the snow, the lights, the looming arrival of her teammates. It was just her, and the way her hand cradled your jaw as if you were the only thing that mattered.

When she finally pulled back, her eyes searched yours, that playful smirk returning. “See? Decorating’s not so bad when you have the right motivation.”

You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are,” she teased, grabbing the garland you’d dropped earlier. “Don’t worry, I’ll finish decorating. But just so you know…” She leaned in close again, her voice dropping to a murmur. “That wasn’t the last one.”

The sound of the doorbell cut through the moment, making you jump. Paige grinned, pulling away with an exaggerated sigh. “Saved by the bell,” she said, winking.

You turned to answer the door, your heart still racing. As her teammates flooded in, the room filled with laughter and chatter, but Paige’s eyes never left yours.

And somehow, you knew she wasn’t done making this the most memorable Christmas ever.

[twodogs-twocats]

hiiii, how are you? i hope you’re well and enjoying the holidays!! i’ve never made a request for anyone before, but i really love your writing and i read your headcanons for sleep token as roommates literally everyday. I think i have them memorized by now hdiwbsks. If you could write more about that (anything you want really - any specific scenario(s) you have in mind, or more headcanons on the theme, nsfw or not, for just one member or all) whenever you have the time, i would love to read it! ☺️❤️

Hiii!! Thank you so much for the lovely request! I'm so happy to hear you like those headcannons - they were also my obsessions for a while and I needed to get them out of my brain. This is your first request made, and my first request ever received! Thank you for giving me the inspiration to write something after a long (and necessary) break. I have a couple ideas floating around my noggin continuing with the theme of "Sleep Token as Roommates" and here is the first. I hope you like it 🖤

Making the First Move (headcannons)

Part of my Sleep Token as Roommates headcannons. There is obvious will-they won't-they tension between you and each of your roommates. This is how I imagine the line would finally be crossed with each of them.

Vessel: Vessel would be the most in his head about making a move, as he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable if you don't feel the same. Therefore, it would only happen when inhibitions were a bit low, and romantic tension high. One night, you both are home alone (a rare occurrence). You've each had a few glasses of wine, the sun is low in the sky, and you are sitting comfortably in a chair listening to Vessel play the piano. He floats through various tunes gracefully, everything from Grieg to Chopin to a piano rendition of Hey Jude, and you find yourself closing your eyes to settle deeper into the sound. Eventually he stops and pats a spot on the bench. I want to teach you a duet, he says. You settle in next to him, the warmth of his thigh next to yours causes your belly to flutter. He instructs you through a simple duet, a tune you are unfamiliar with. His instructions are clear, his voice so soft it is nearly a whisper. You do your best to follow along, both of you laughing at the occasional discordant note. The motion of his long fingers dancing across the keys pulls you into a trance until you play a wrong note, causing your fingers to brush against his. Instead of pulling away, his fingers linger, interlacing with your own. Your eyes meet, the answer to his question apparently clear in your gaze, as he brushes a lock of your hair behind your ear and leans closer.

II: As II is the most openly jealous of your roommates, he will make his first move after you invite a guy over. The guy is simply not your type, and his visit to your home ends without so much as even a kiss. You know you will never see him again, and you trudge to the kitchen cursing internally about your string of bad dates. II, however, does not realize this, and when you catch him leaning against the counter he is visibly fuming but trying so so hard to control his feelings so as not to hurt you. He can barely meet your eyes, and you don't have to ask to know what he is upset about. You sigh, and tell II that your date was yet another flop. At this moment, you see his expression flash from despair to hope. Let me take you out. He smiles brightly, his arms braced against the kitchen counter behind him, eyes full of conviction. You stutter, unsure if he meant what you thought he meant. Was he really asking you out on a date? I'm sorry, he continues, approaching you. The fire in his eyes softens a bit. It's just that I can tell you didn't like that guy, and I can't stand to watch you suffer another bad date. None of them know how to treat you. He places his hands on your waist and your belly burns with anticipation. II normally showed so much restraint, so his hands actually on you turns your thoughts into mush. Can I make it up to you? he asks, pulling you close to him. Finally, an offer you are excited to accept.

III: Once again, you fall asleep in III's bed after watching a scary movie. This film was particularly horrid, the images still flashing across your mind even as you snuggle into III's sheets. He pulls you close, his arms warm and strong around you, but he can tell you are distracted even as he tries to comfort you with dumb jokes and silly stories. Still thinking about the movie, huh? You admit that it terrified you, and that you're having a hard time relaxing. Hmmm. I might need to distract you a bit then. Now you feel III's breath closer to your skin. The room is dark and you can't make out what he's doing until you feel lips pressed softly against your forehead. Next, they land on your cheek, the kiss warm but feather light. A tingle of pleasure travels up your spine, goosebumps prickling your skin. III kisses your nose next, and you can feel him hovering hesitantly mere centimeters away from your own lips. You close the distance, the kiss so long anticipated wiping any thought of the movie from your mind.

IV: Ivy is a visual man, and he cannot help the way he feels when he sees you come out of your room wearing a slinky new dress, black and sparkly. While the others whistle and tease you, openly hyping you up, IV is silent, eyeing you up and down possessively. You blush and shoo them all away, but IV remains, watching you put on your shoes as you try to make conversation with him. He gives you one-word answers only, his voice strained. You are hyper-aware of his eyes on your every move. You are about to head out the door to meet your friends when IV grabs your wrist, his grip gentle but firm. God I don't know what's gotten into me. You just look so. damn. good in that dress. I almost don't want anyone else to see you. He lets go of your wrist, shaking his head. I'm sorry - but you cut off his apology with a smirk. When IV sees that he has not scared you off, he meets your smile with an equally flirtatious one, leaning close. Have fun tonight. But the next time I see that dress it will be on my bedroom floor.

[twirlymarimo]

twirlymarimo's 2024 year-end zosan fic rec!

after a full orbit around the sun reading zosan fanfics, i decided to make a list of recommendations bringing light to these beautiful pieces of work, whether it made my heart hurt, made me laugh, or just simply hooked to the story. enjoy reading!

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

i would give you my heart, i think by fairv it's not finished but the first chapter is an absolute banger. multiple angsty trope in one - canonical character death, pining, miscommunication, friends to lovers, secret dating, what more could you ask for. i constantly find my self thinking about this story and i wish i was patient enough to wait for the finished work. this one deserves a lot more kudos!

homesick by summerofspock another mystery banger from summer! the vibe is twin peaks meets teen wolf and the premise is angsty but fluff is sprinkled here and there to keep our hearts stable.

insiduous by riotoftime and aevv the dynamic duo of the century that brought us tin lover is back with a new world to take over our minds with every update. their synchronized writing style reads like a book, just take a look at the world building in this one. the story is starting to pick up just like the intense dynamic between our two faves.

a heavy heart to carry by inkinmyheart i realized none of the first recs are finished, my bad but this one is! i typically avoid vampire aus because trauma from reading twilight but the concept here is interesting! i always enjoy ptsd sanji and the build up to the ending/reveal was satisfying.

the proposal by brunetta6 a well-written adaptation of the rom-com classic, the proposal. the accurate description of hokkaido brought me back down memory lane when i visited in 2023. hilarious dialogues with a tiny slice of angst makes a perfect pick-me-up read in the winter time.

lost myself when i caught sight of you by thecrownofclowns the sigh i let out after reading this. so hauntingly beautiful, like one of the fics that made me believe zosan is canon lol if this was a song, it would be a house in nebraska by our queen ethel cain

the knight shift by strawhatbougie inspired by THAT photo that circulated the internet, the author brought justice to what the audience wants - sanji in white fishnet leggings.

the mummy by greenyogurtelephant i love movie adaptations as you can see lol i read this on my e-reader in the summer and it was so hilarious, entertaining, and truly fits the essence of zosan. i would suggest to watch the actual movie either before or after reading the fic.

loose ends of the night by veto_power_over_clocks if you like pain like me, the first 4 chapters are all about miscommunication and wanting to smack both of these guys' heads and screaming at them the entire time. zoro POV too which is so rare these days but author delivered!

this post has been deleted. by evils if you love social media au but need it in a written format, this one is for you! a mix of comedy, fluff, and a slice of angst thru miscommunication.

seagrain by fruityumbrella ever thought about what would happen if sanji and zoro find out they've both done the one thing that make up their very core? "you know what, hell yeah," author fruityumbrella said.

thank you for reading if you made it this far! i have way more fics that i liked this year but i only got my account a couple of months ago so i couldn't track the ones i read earlier in the year. i also tried to feature ones that are not from well-known authors but i still had to give credit where it's due ;) thank you to all zosan writers for keeping my mental health stable (or maybe not for adding to my delusions about these two) <3

if you liked any of the fics above, please don't forget to give kudos, comment and bookmark! writers work so hard to give us amazing stories and they take so much time out of their schedules to do so.

if you're interested in more of my fic recs, you can check out my ao3 bookmarks here.

[lovelaetter]

⠀— hii just wanted to come on here and share my thoughts on soojin because she's just so adorable☹️

thinking about how soojin & mean housemate!reader :(( poor girl always feels like she’s walking on eggshells when you’re around , doing her best to not piss you off ‘cause the last time she did that (accidentally breaking a glass cup or something), you ended up yelling at her like no tomorrow, raising your voice to the point she felt tears start to form in her eyes :(

but even though you scare her so bad she just can’t help but feel hot around your presence, it confuses her so bad because she doesn’t know whether or not she wants to scurry back into her room or just get on her knees in front of you😞

adding onto that; fuck girl!reader who brings girls over to their place every other day, it’s a nightmare for soojin since you don’t bother to muffle any noises that they make—the thin walls making it even harder for her to ignore what was happening since all she could hear is them moaning your name :( she wants to knock on your door, ask if you could tone it down a bit but she’s just too scared to—well, that and also the fact that it just gets her so wet!

babygirl feels so conflicted; she’s annoyed and restless, but at the same she’s so turned on, wondering what it’d be like to be in positions with those other girls—having you fuck her brains out until she’s a crying and blabbering mess ☹️

(this is such a mess but anyway— have a nice day!)

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DUBCON (INTOXICATION)

it’s funny how i read something and go “hm, how can I make this worse?”… so hear me out: intoxication, drunk!soojin.

you are mean to her and you know that, obviously, but the fact that she put up with your shit does intrigues you and makes you so fucking interested in her somehow, like, this easy? pretty baby sticking around even with you mistreating her like that? there has to be something going on with her, she is the perfect plaything for you. and you want to fuck her, so bad, has to hold back from taking her by that delicate neck of hers so many times when she pisses you off, but you want her to beg, break down and cry for you to take her like you do to the girls you bring over, you want a reason to humiliate her just a little more, look in her pretty eyes and make her cry saying you didn’t know she was such a slut.

things getting a little out of control when you throw a party and your eyes find her, drinking and chatting with a few, an idea coming to your mind and in a blink she is under your arm, eyes shining looking at you and so confused and you’re being so… nice? and offering her a drink and another and another and another, until she is leaning completely onto you, movements sloppy, eyes heavy, warm breath against your neck and laughing at the way your hands run over her body, sliding under her top and feeling her tits.

poor baby, doesn’t complain even when you take her top off, only muttering a whiny “nooo” but not moving to hide herself. there’s a lot of people, not everyone sees, but some do throw you a few glances, i mean, everybody that knows you, knows your roommate, so seeing her in your arms drunk like that only in bra and pants? it’s something. your hand resting on her belly, just above the button of her jeans, whispering “you want me to fuck you here, in front of everyone?” and it’s as if she comes back to reality briefly, looking around, at you and shaking her head, lips wobbling and tears in her eyes as you laugh and call her a whore.

doesn’t matter, though, you want that pussy and you’re getting it, easily. taking her to your bedroom because despite everything you are not letting others be cruel to her, she is yours to hurt. i can see her repeating over and over that she is not a whore while you’re undoing her jeans, shutting up only when you grab her face forcefully to look at you and your other hand finds her slit. you could do nothing, just let your hand there, she would be a moaning mess, so loud, bucking her hips and getting your palm sticky.

you can do what you want with her body, all night. slurp on her puffy cunt until she creams all over your face, stuff her full and hold her down as she squirms and screams because it’s too much, mark her up, grab her by the hair and ride her face until you cum and more just to get her messy, it’s your call. and when she wakes up next morning with your taste in her mouth and her hole aching, ass red from your handprints, you asleep by her side, she doesn’t know if she screams, if she cries, if she wakes you up— but i don’t think she would complain that much if you decided to deal with her panic by tossing her around a little.

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Aw, I’m sorry you’re not feeling well…

Hopefully you can cuddle up warm under the covers after work and get some sleep. Maybe have a little morsel to feed the cold.

Poor thing, you shouldn’t have to be out and about feeling so awful.

@oh-no-my-hand-slipped

🥺 gonna make me weep while I'm at work 😂😭 I wanna be in bed so bad but I'm still stuck here for at least another 12 hours 😭

[vynnyal]

Turns out Sunlit Trail isn't quite done just yet, so after all that they just send you to a dead end 😂

[moeblob]

Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

[berryblu-soda]

Anyways update i just didnt bother to post earlier:

fr God is good and the whole car crash my parents got into last week was so incredibly mild in terms of injuries!!!! worst was a bruised knee im pretty sure

ALSO-

*taps mic* HUG YOUR FREAKING LOVED ONES OR SO HELP ME!!!!!!!

[our-lady-of-mcr]

everytime i think im done ranting i remember something else LMFAO this one is extra long i hit tag limit god mf damn

[dirt-str1der]

yk every time i see a post about somebody wishing bad things on another person i think ‘dirt-strider to kiryu’ you’ve broken me brain

You see a post thats like i want to stick him in time prison so that he gets so bored he starts breaking his own bones to get even a hint of stimulation and its tagged me at kiryu and you scroll down and its a post thats like i want to feed him chips from my cupped hands like a wild stallion and its also tagged me at kiryu also hiiiiiiiii

[burger-goblin]

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[opens-up-4-nobody]

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