#riri 🩷

[harrylights]

sending good vibes your way rowyn!!!!! 🫂💕🫂💕

thank u riri i appreciate u sm 🫂💖

[levitheeldritch]

Thing that just happened. Dumb intrusive thoughts. I mean, I do want to Stab the guy, but still.

[deplorable-and-deflowerable]

I have to know which Sola AU's Top and which ones Bottom.

This is a very important question for Lore Purposes trust me

Lore purposes... alright

Sola – She likes when she tops, but is able to bottom you just have to fight her for it

Iris – Bottoms

Riri – 50/50, mostly bottoms apparently. She 100% topped Terrence during their first time cough cough

Dove – Tops mostly, bottoms rarely

[sirensplayhouse]

SIRENNN OMG I MISSED SEEING YOUR POSTS ON MY FEED !!! how have you been ?? ♡

RIRI MY LOVEEEEEE🫶🏾 I’ve been good it’s been a well deserved break , I got to explore and experience so many new things !🥰 I missed you while I was gon so I’m definitely happy to be back 🩷how have you been ?

[ghostie-luvs]

even MORE catlike reader x any yandere where the reader does all the stuff i said before BUT they also like affection. like they will just randomly go up to them and nudge them until they give the reader attention, affection, hugs, kisses, and head pats but they arent super verbal about it (like a cat) ngl reader will prob fall asleep if the yanderes are laying down and they pull the reader on top of them. like. warmth from their body? safety from their arms wrapped around the reader? and their relaxing heartbeat? yep the reader is asleep in 5 minutes

-❤️

awww that’s so cute :(((

I want this.

Greyson would definitely love this sm,, run his hands through the readers hair and even fall asleep himself! Awh…cat-like reader and Greyson being a puppy-like yan! Opposites attract, right?

Greyson fr gets pouty and mad when cat-like! Reader just sleeps all day (bc yk..attention.) but knows it makes them happy so they’ll let them!

[narciesuss]

I am God

[ikeuz]

HI SEL CANT GET OVER UR PRETTY NAVI DAY 567 OR SOMETHING 😋

THANK U RIRIIII 🥹🫶🏼 IM ALSO OBSESSED W IT LIKE I LOVE IT SM

WAIT WHAT EMOJI WOULD U LIKE FOR UR TAG ?? I REMEMBER U SAYING U WANTED ⭐️ BUT ITS TAKEN ALREADY </3

[lovifie]

Hey there Lovifie.

I hate to bother you but can I ask for a request?

You see the thing is that I’ve been having a few bad weeks lately and the news I got today just really pushed me to the point that I can’t stop crying now.

Long story short, I’ve applied again for another promotion within my department for my job; this would be the third time I’ve tried for one and for the third time I was passed over for someone else. I honestly don’t know what I’m doing wrong; why they're not choosing me. I’m doing everything they’re asking for, going above & beyond for them and more but apparently it’s just not good enough for them. I just don’t know what else I can do.

Now I feel like I’m not good enough for anything; I'm confused and it hurts. Can I please request a comfort fic of John Price or Poly141 comforting a curvy, Mexican female reader who just feels like she's not good? Please? 🙏🏽 💔

My dear, you are never ever a bother. I’m really sorry to hear you have been having the last couple of shitty weeks, I sent you a message before and I hope this cheers you up a bit and everyone that may be having a rough time 🩷

I did it with poly141 because if we are looking for comfort we are going all out!!

The boys are back home and you know it, they got home last week, spending most of the time together, bathing in each other comforting proximity, helping them decompress after their deployment. 

You didn't tell them about what was troubling your mind, they already have enough on their plate and you didn't want to bother them. Or that's what you thought it would be, a bother. 

That's why you are standing before the door, knowing you have to enter but trying to recollect your feelings to be able to portray a happy face when you finally open the door. 

But the door opens before you want it to, Simon's brown eyes staring at you. “What are you doing, lovie? The motion camera is going nuts…” he trails off, looking at how you try your hardest to look fine. “Everything alright?”

You quickly nod, walking past him, kissing his cheek standing on your tip toes. “Yeah, all good. Was trying to remember where I put my keys.” You laugh, thinking that it is believable as you enter. He doesn't buy it but chooses to stay quiet. You will talk when you need it. 

You leave your bag on the floor next to the door, taking off your shoes and Simon helps you take off your jacket, hanging it on the hook next to Johnny's. “How was work?”

“Horrible.” You think, but instead, you sight and murmur. “Tiring.”

“Did I hear somebody say they are tired?” Johnny's voice beams in the room when he walks to you like a happy puppy, hugging you from behind and hiding his face on your neck. You move your hand back to pet the back of his head. “You tired, mami?”

You nod, with a smile on your face. Closing your eyes when he kisses your cheek squishing your face with his. “Then eat dinner and straight to bed.”

“No shower?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Nah, you are still clean for a couple more days. Right. Or are you stinky?” He says, moving his head back with a confused expression on his face, only for him to hide his face again in your neck making you chuckle when he sniffs your smell dramatically hard. “Yeah, not stinky.” 

He pats your butt, as in signing the deal that you don't need to shower and you smile shaking your head. 

His silliness is almost enough to make you forget the hardness of your day. Almost. 

“Is she home?!” Kyle's voice sounds from the kitchen and you follow his voice like a moth to the light. Hearing Simon tell Johnny to go shower his stinky self, making him whine. 

“Hi, Riri.” You say, using the nickname he hates so much. 

He groans, scrunching his face at you making you laugh. “I'm not Rihanna, love.”

“Hm, but you sound just like her when you shower.” You say hugging him from behind, he is standing in front of the stove, taking care of dinner. Some kind of pasta getting boiled while he works on the sauce on the pan right in front of you. 

So close to it, that when Kyle moves, threatening to tickle you for teasing him, you move your arm to shield yourself. But your forearm crashes with the pan, making it fall and burning you in the process. 

Kyle manages to catch it by the handle just in time before burning himself or spilling it all over the floor. He turns off both of the stoves, to make sure nothing burns while he checks on you. 

“You alright, love? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stood so close.” He says, but your eyes are glued to the spot of sauce on the ground. Almost nothing fell from the pan, barely enough to fill half a glass. 

But the thought in your mind makes you write it at the top of the list of things you have fuck up. And it makes your eyes tear up with the feeling of simply not being good enough.

“Sunshine.” Kyle calls you, cupping your face so you will look at him but his eyes follow you, seeing the sauce on the ground. “Hey, hey, it's okay.”

“I'm sorry.” Your voice cracks making you inhale to try and calm yourself down. “I'm sorry, Kyle.”

“Hey, what happened to Riri?” He asks with a kind smile on his face. “Don't apologise, love. It's okay, there is more sauce stuck to the spoon than on the floor, love. No problem, alright? Everything is fi- you are burnt!”

He cuts himself off when he sees your skin red with the burnt, he grabs your wrist pulling you to the sink to move your arm under running cold water. “I'm sorry, love. Poor baby…”

“Hi, mami.” Price says entering the kitchen, he must have just come out of the bathroom. Possibly kicked out by Johnny, because he enters the kitchen only wearing his pyjama pants, hair still moist. You look at him, eyes wet with tears making him furrow his eyebrows in worry. “What happened?”

“Little cooking accident, nothing to worry about.” Kyle answers, rubbing circles on your hand still under the water with his thumb. “Can you pass the mop, please?” Kyle asks, pointing with his face to the sauce on the floor. 

“I'll do it.” You say, trying to pull your hand from Kyle's grasp. “I spilt it, I'll clean it.”

“Nonsense, you and I are bothering Johnny to grab the burns cream from the bathroom. Let's go, we might see his bubble butt if we are lucky.” Kyle jokes, winking at you, trying to get you to smile. 

But you are already too deep in your own thoughts to do so, you sigh, rubbing your eyes at the sting of your tears and shaking your head. “I'm fine, I'm just… I'm just going to go to bed.”

“Without eating?” Simon walks into the doorframe, handing the mop to Price who cleans the floor keeping an eye on you. “Are you grounding yourself or what, love?”

And you try your best to not cry, to hold it in, at least until you are in your room, with your privacy to cry yourself to sleep. But then Johnny also walks in, talking about if anyone knows where his towel is; and his blue eyes catch yours, shining with worry when he sees your tears.

“What happened?” He asks, repeating Price's words without knowing it. 

You look at them, the four pairs of eyes looking at you, expecting an explanation, worry and curiosity clear on them. And it only makes your eyes sting more with a new batch of tears that easily roll down your cheeks. 

It makes you cover your face with your hands, sobbing softly against your palm. One of them hugs you, pressing you against his body and you know it's Price for the warmth emanating from his naked torso. 

“Let's go to the living room, the kitchen is too small for five people.” Simon comments, his hand resting on the small of your back, caressing comforting circles on it. 

When you don't move, Price moves his hands under your armpits, raising you to hold onto him like a koala. Crying on his strong shoulder like a baby, a big baby.

He sits down on the sofa, moving you so you are sitting on his lap sideways, your face still hidden on his neck. You feel everyone else find their place around the two of you. Kyle is sitting next to Price on the sofa, your feet resting on his lap, his warm hand resting on your calf under your trouser warming you up. Johnny is sitting on the armrest of the sofa, his hand resting on your ribs, moving up and down as well, moving slowly to help you breathe slower. And Simon is kneeling on the floor behind the sofa, one arm bendt on the backrest of the sofa to lean his head on it and the other hand petting your head, brushing your hair. 

But no matter how comforting his touches are at the moment, the door holding the tears in has been opened and they are rolling freely down your face into Price's exposed shoulder. 

It's long after that, that you manage to breathe normally again. Still hiccuping but now oxygen getting to your lungs. 

Simon is the first that you look up, moving your hand from Price's shoulder to grab Simon's finger, the man curling his finger pulling your hand to his. A soft smile on his face. “Hey, pretty girl.”

Price looks over your shoulder, using his thumbs to dry the tears from your face, kissing your cheek. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks, the only answer he gets from you is in the way of shrugged shoulders. 

Simon stands behind you, letting your hand fall onto Kyle's and groaning when his knees pop as he stands up. He sits on the opposite armrest from Johnny, next to Kyle and looks at your face when Price moves you lower so you are resting your face on his chest. 

“What's wrong, love?” Price asks looking at you, his hand petting your thigh. 

“I… I just keep fucking everything up…” You admit, voice tiny, afraid that if you speak any louder the tears will return. “I ruined dinner, I ruined tonight, I ruined everything…”

“What are you talking about?” Johnny asks behind you. “You haven't ruined anything, lass. Everything is right.”

“Surprisingly, Johnny's right, love.” Gaz says, Johnny making an offended noise behind you. “Nothing is ruined, love…”

“Did something happen at work today?” Simon asks, regretting the moment you lock eyes with him and your eyes glisten with tears. 

You nod again, melting into Price's arms. “We are proud of you, you know that right?” Price says, making you sob again. “We were proud before today, we will be proud tomorrow, we were proud of you weeks ago and we will be even more proud of you in the future.”

“You don't even know what happened…” you sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. 

“We don't need to.” Johnny says. “We know you. And we know that you always try your best, that you work your ass off and that you are a bloody good worker, love.”

“Yeah, I just need to make my boss see it too.” You mumble, sadness being replaced by annoyance. 

“We can always murder him.” Simon says, earning himself a group groan of his name. “I'm just saying.”

“What Simon's trying to say.” Price says, turning to you again. “Is that if all four of us can see it… he will eventually see it too.”

“Yeah, it's his fault he is so stupid it's taking him so long.” Gaz says, smile on his face.

“But I'm tired of it…” You admit, pout on your face as you lean your head back onto Johnny, the man resting his hand on your face, caressing your cheek. 

“That's normal, love… How about we take care of you, him?” Johnny asks, making you look at him. “Let's have dinner, then you and I take a stinky bath, and then… a movie? Some cuddles? Sounds good?”

You nod before answering. “Yeah… sounds really good.” 

All of them but Price stand up at your words. “Dinner time it is, boys.” Gaz says, walking into the kitchen as Johnny and Simon set up the table.

“Should we help them?” You ask Price, looking over his shoulder. 

“Nah, they can themselves.” He answers, cupping your face to give you a peck on your lips. “You are amazing, love… don't forget it, alright? You are more important than your job, a promotion or anything going on, alright? We love you, cariño.” He says, accentuating the “r” to make you smile.

And later, when you are sitting down with the four of them at the table, the only thing you can think about is about how lucky you are.

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "pretty sounds" ⎯୧ (lsh)

+*:🩷:*﹤smut, sub!riwoo, sounding, bondage, loose handjobbing / wc: 1.6k / masterlist / this is not the best representation of sounding but i did a lot of research! / a/n : my FIRST riwoo work!! I’m slowly getting down the line…somebody please match my freak…

✧･ﾟ: *

riwoo would do anything for your beautiful smile and praising words. he’s always tended to hold back his noises in bed because they’re so embarrassing, but when you call them pretty and confess to him that they turn you on, it’s all he can do to let his mouth hang open during sex, let his pretty noises tumble out of his mouth unrestrained. 

before he met you, he had never done anything more than typical, vanilla sex, but he lets you pull him into scenarios he would’ve never imagined, ones that often leave him wondering how the hell he got there. he realizes tonight is no different when you loop your pink handcuffs through the decorative bars of your headboard, then latch them onto his wrists. 

this isn’t new for the two of you. in fact, it has almost become a habit for you to restrain his hands, ‘cause he’s easily overwhelmed and will squirm away from your hold if given the chance, even if he doesn’t want you to stop touching him. still, he tugs at the chain anyway, and breathes out a shaky, fearful sigh when it barely budges, when he realizes he can barely move his arms. 

his eyes are wide and searching for safety when he looks at you, and you coo at him, cup his cheeks, and press a sweet kiss against his pink lips.

“this is just so you don’t pull away and hurt yourself, okay, riri?”

he nods, and reminds himself that you’re not here to hurt him. that you're going to take care of him like you always do, but it’s a little hard to remember as he eyes the rod you’re sterilizing.

sounding. that’s the new thing you want to try out. he’d facepalm, but well, you know. his throat is dry and his words are failing him. he doesn’t even know what he wants to say, but he's just so scared. 

“i don’t- i don’t know about this, n/n. what if it, like, hurts?” he gulps when you come to straddle his thighs. now he can’t move those either, and his hips only slightly jerk when you wrap your hand around his cock. he’s completely trapped.

“i won’t hurt you, sweetie.” you slide your hand up and down his length slowly and tsk when his hips try to twitch into the feeling. “i’ve done it before.”

riwoo’s eyes nearly pop out of his head, and he’s momentarily distracted from the feeling of your hand on his dick. “what? you’ve done this before?”

“of course. i wouldn’t put you through this if i wasn’t 100% confident. you’re too fragile for that.” he isn’t really sure if he should be thankful for your consideration or embarrassed by that statement. you stop stroking him and pick up the rod. it’s skinny and black, and has small ridges. looking at it makes riwoo’s blood run cold. “my ex seemed to like it. just wanna know if you would, too.”

riwoo’s skin itches at the mention of your fucked-up ex. he wants to do all the things you used to do with that scum, wants you to think about riwoo instead when you think back on these kinds of things.

“but we don’t have to do this,” you say. “you can say no, and i’ll make you feel good in a different way.”

he thinks over your offer. he’s still terrified, but you’ve done it before. you won’t hurt him, you’re 100% sure. you want to see him, specifically, like this.

he squeezes his eyes shut and nods.

“gotta use your words, riri.”

“we can-,” his words cut off, and he gulps thickly. “we can do this. you can do this.” he says, because he trusts you so much, you could probably do anything to him. he watches as you spread lube around the sound, and his confidence falters.

“i-if i don't…like it, you'll stop?” he asks, hands clenching into fists against the headboard. you smile at him before leaning down to place another kiss on his lips. 

“if you don't like it, i'll stop immediately, okay?” 

he takes a deep breath, then nods again. you don’t wanna give him more time to overthink it, so you line the rod up with his opening. when he doesn’t say anything else, you ever so slowly slide the first two smooth centimeters in. 

riwoo sucks in a breath, and his hips tremble, but they barely move under your weight. you wait a couple of seconds, then slide in two more centimeters. riwoo hisses, and you stop. when you look up at him, his mouth is hanging open and his chest is rising and falling quickly. 

“how does this feel?” 

riwoo tries to adjust to the feeling. you were right, it doesn’t hurt. it just feels kind of…heavy? and foreign, like it’s not supposed to be there, but it doesn’t hurt. he’s failing to see how it’s going to feel good, though.

“talk to me, sweetie,” you say, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“feels…weird, confusing,” he whispers, and looks down to see the rod sticking out of his tip. he looks away almost immediately.

“think you can take a little more?”

“i don't k-know, ‘s scary.” 

the remaining portion of the rod is ribbed. you rub his hip soothingly, then guide more of it in until it’s halfway sheathed. riwoo lets out a small whimper that catches your attention. 

“feels okay,” he answers breathlessly when you check in on him again. you pull the rod out just the tiniest bit and slide the length back in. he makes another tiny noise and his hips move just a bit under your weight.

“riwoo, be still,” you warn, and his response is just a whine that's cut off when you rotate the rod, letting the ridges hit different areas of his insides. 

“oh- y/n, y/n,” he chants out in a whispered tone, looking at you with big, wet eyes. you hum in response and slide more of the rod out this time. you wait a second before sliding it back in a little deeper than before.

“feels g-good…” he trails off, and you smile at him again.

“knew you’d like it, baby boy. you always make the prettiest sounds.” you pick up the pace, thrusting a little bit of the ribbed portion in and out of his opening, and the chain of the handcuffs clinks against the bed when riwoo’s upper body jerks. you look up at him, but his eyes are squeezed shut now, and his mouth is open with a silent moan. he lets out a desperate, breathy noise when you twist the rod once more. 

“w-wait, wait,” he calls out, and you stop. 

“what's the matter, sweet thing?” you ask while trailing your nails down his waist. his stomach trembles and he gasps at the feeling, then he begins stuttering around a sentence.

“what i-if i…need to, y’know…” 

even at a time like this, he’s shy, and it makes you laugh fondly. “what, cum?”

he nods. his cheeks are pink, his forehead is beading with sweat. he’s breathing harshly, and you figure he’s definitely not gonna last much longer.

“just let me know, and i'll take it out.”

he nods and whimpers again when you start up the short, thrusting motions again. 

“good, good,” he's mumbling repeatedly, eyes empty when you look at him. you smile at him and wrap a loose hand around his base. he starts shaking when you massage the area, and his fingers twitch uselessly. 

you keep both of your hands occupied with the motions, listening as riwoo's noises raise in speed and pitch. you alternate between massaging his base and stroking his shaft, and when you look back at him, there's a single tear rolling down his cheek. 

“aw riri,” you coo, and his eyes flutter open. “what's wrong?”

“i t-think i’m gonn-a,” he hiccups. “n-not gonna l-last.” 

you hum in thought. “like it better than you thought you would, huh, baby boy?” 

you can slide a majority of the rod in and out at a steady pace now, and riwoo gasps out harshly when you move your hand down to massage his balls instead.

“out, please, i–,” he starts. a few more tears tumble down his skin, and his hair roughs up as he shakes his head against the pillows. “can’t t-take it, gonna– need it out.”

“i’ve got you, sweetie,” you oblige and start pulling the rod out, but the process is slow, because you don't wanna hurt him. you twist the rod slowly, teasingly as it slides along, and riwoo's stomach convulses.

“please, please, please–” he babbles, and you shush his cries as you ease the rod out of his opening. a milky white stream follows it immediately, and your mouth runs dry at the sight. riwoo whines, and his hips do their best to buck up into the air, shaking you lightly where you’re still straddling him. you climb off of his thighs and lean down to lick up the side of his wet shaft, and he's jerking away from your overwhelming touch.

“no, no– don't,” he begs, and you ease up with a smile.

“what did you think, riri?” you ask as you unbuckle the handcuffs. you massage the red marks they left on his wrists. 

“think you’re gonna be the death of me.”

✧･ﾟ: *

a/n : i feel like this ends kind of abruptly, im sorry abt that!! please take aftercare seriously <3

[atitarucore]

🩷 ra-ta-ta-ta, till my heart moves!

i only recently discovered lacey games (courtesy of my wonderful friend, lisi), but i loved the art and characters so much! as such, i joined the art trade hosted by @lovelacey-arttrade ✨

one of my prompts was:

"jay flustered thinking of maisie being cute" (romantic)

and i knew i had to go with it!

thank you to @aira-riri for the request! hope you enjoy ❤️

[harrylights]

for the music ask - 3, 6, & 9! hehe

hi riri! wow what an interesting number combo you have there….. wonder what it means…..

3: a song that reminds me of summertime?

6: a song that makes me want to dance?

(mfasr or alternatively:)

9: a song that makes me happy?

😌🫶 forever a banger but always gets me smiling idk

hard music asks (apparently) <3

[levitheeldritch]

Brain works in weird ways

[deplorable-and-deflowerable]

"They say, "All good boys go to heaven", But bad boys bring heaven to you."

[ Because Mod needs somewhere to drop their not PG rated fics and asks. Can go from lime to lemon, depends. ]

[hasello]

WELCOME!!

about me: Hsoju/Hasello 🩷 she/her 🩷 22 yo

Here's some main things you can find on my page:

1. COUSINS AU - what's that?

names

doodles

Christmas

Fanfic, about Lee's struggles

Meeting Aprils: Riri

Mikey the hand-holder: here

Raph’s broken arm: here

Strong baby: here

Draxum: here

migraine: here

Leosagi: here

Franklin shenanigans: one, two

asks: one two three four five six seven eight

nine ten eleven twelve thirteen

2. "SPIRITS OF REVENGE" AU (very much still a mess)

start here

3. "BABY BLUE" COMIC - START READING also: inspiration for the comic

4. "THE ANGRY ONE" COMIC - HERE ; dubbing

5. MY COMMUNITY 🌸

If you’d like to be a part of my community called „heselloves” here on tumblr, let me know!! 🫵🏻🩷

We chat and simply hang out in there, sometimes I post wips or ideas there too. If you like the vibe then feel free to join, just dm me or write a comment here.

[ghostie-luvs]

back with more catlike reader. so the reader will come and go as they please. they value freedom over almost everything. so IF any of the yanderes have kidnapped the reader the reader is always so calm because they always find a quiet and clever way to escape. now the reader is smart and knows they cant escape so they always come back but otherwise they come and go as they please. also kinda lazy. they nap alot. and when they are outside youll prob find them in a tree or in the grass napping. SUN SPOTS! the reader loves sun spots! the sun is so warm and comforting! perfect for naps! over all lazy and chill reader who takes care of everyone in a mellow way (also reader is very supportive of everything. like you do weed? its fine just take me with you so you dont green out. your an alcoholic? alright but take me with you when your drinking so you stay safe. You do shrooms? cool ill be there with you just in case you have a bad trip. has the attitude of "everyone has demons and if thats your way to cope thats fine but i want you to be safe about it")

funny silly goofy story time: once i was baking and it was gonna take like 3 hours to bake so i grabbed a pillow and laid down on my kitchen floor and fell asleep in a sun spot for like 2 hours. idk what it is about sun spots but they are so comfy! srry if this is hella long okay bye

-❤️

babe you should definitely become a writer with your ideas of these readers <3

cat! Reader is so <3333

we all need a friend like this.

I love sun spots but usually when I’m like…sick and cold but that’s normal…I can’t take naps :(

but m glad you were/are able to! :)

[nudistrose]

RiRi ,Pretty Pink 🩷