#ooh yess

[faggyv4mpire]

guys im lesbian

[theinkedfoxsl]

Ezel on the brain and it's cause he's my favourite problem child

[nagititiis]

Once i have consistent icons its over for you bitches

[bowieandqueen11]

Sanji With A Clingy Reader Would Include...

Request: OH BABY telling about one piece is like unlocking a whole second heart of mine i have fully for that anime and manga and live action. and so, if you ever decided of course, you writing something similar to something you did on marvel once and sanji with reader that has no personal space and is touchy would be amazing. but also... kissing zoro is great to, if you ever decided? anyway! HOPE YOU LOVE IT (one piece i mean), and if not ignore me UwU

Ooh yess babes this is so SWEET!! :3 I LOVED IT omg hello to my latest obsession not me ordering the first collection of the manga

This was really sweet and fun to do, but I did stay up all night writing it so all comments are much appreciated!

Warning: slightly spicy, some mentions of fighting!

(I do not own One Piece or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @fanpageknight.)

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Look at this man. Seriously, look at this man with his little bottom lip bite and eyes like the sun shines heavily out of them and tell me he would be anything less than absolutely madly, heart wrenchingly, soul crushingly enthralled with a clingy reader??? That's right you can't take the l on this one.

It all started that day when the three of you ended up shipwrecked on that sad sack excuse of a rock. When you and Sanji huddled on one side of the forsaken isle to stay away from the terrifying Pirate Zeff. His hands had shaken as he drew them up to his chest, but he mustered the nerves to string open the sack Zeff had thrown at his feet. Once he had counted out the cans, he offered all the food to you.

He wanted you to stay alive far more than himself. Ever since you had landed on his ship he had been smitten, and his weary heart would beat its last under this smothering sun as long as you would live on for the both of them.

To keep him calm: to stop his gasping, tortured heaves as he tried his best not to writhe in panic at the thought of never stepping back on safe land again, you would spent most of those 85 days sitting over the cragged edges. Sanji couldn't tear his eyes away from peering down at the gushing shards of stone below that seemed to rip up in tides and tear for his swinging feet; to try and distract him from sniffling any longer, your hand would tentatively creep over the rock until it landed flatly, and unceremoniously on top of his own. His fingers flexed beneath your own, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he folded them upwards, giving your hand a shaking squeeze: a dutiful promise, a flitting confession of love, that you just happened not to feel in your ruminations of the circumstances.

In fact, he asked you that night, in an uncharacteristically quiet and bashful voice, if you would keep his nightmares away by holding him like his mother used to. You felt terrible: you were so stunned that for a moment you stood with the last piece of mouldy bread you had in your hand in shocked silence. Poor Sanji thought you were about to reject him outright: throw what little he had left of his heart - that he had so carefully lifted out and placed in his hands to offer to you, only to have it thrown back to his feet in the usual ridicule he got for his love. His bottom lip began to tremble, until you nearly knocked him onto his bottom with how fast you dropped everything and flew over to lock him in a tight hug, not minding the fact that your shoulder was growing wetter and wetter despite the brewing rain each time Sanji buried his snivelling head against it.

So you would let him rest safely in the bracket of your arms: his left cheek resting in the warm stretch between your collar bone and your neck, his right hand draped leisurely around your waist as you told him stories of pirates and treasure: of the Deep Blue and tropical fish that shone like bursts of fragmented starlight every time their fins graced the water. Although he would groan any time you removed your hand from where you were stroking the wet strands of his hair back from his forehead, it was quickly replaced with wonderment as you would point up at a cluster of stars and whisper excitedly: 'look, there's some now!'

He had never been afraid of nights ever since that moment, not when the stars were still out and he could trace with the butt of his cigarettes the fish you had drawn specially for him in the skies. It was like a secret message: a lover's reminder that he was never alone. That you were always with him. That your beauty - your light, it shone everywhere, no matter where he was.

It was the first time he had kissed you, two forgotten children lost underneath the dripping crevice of your little hideaway. As your belly began to rise and fall underneath his elbow, and he believed you had exhausted yourself out after trying to make him feel better, he dared to dart up from your shoulder and press his lips firmly against your cheek. It had been quick, almost gliding past time like a dolphin leaping up out of the water, but it had meant so much to him that he curled up into a ball in your side and flushed a bright cerise, having to shove his fist into his mouth to stop his manic giggling from waking you up.

But you weren't asleep, and as Sanji settled back into your neck with a smile bright enough to rival the shine of buttercup petals, you swore as he began to drift off in the first peaceful dream he had had in years that one day you would return the favour, but in full.

The two of you were thick as thieves growing up, to the point where Zeff became so distracted by your antics that he often tried to separate the two of you by making you work the floor and Sanji either in the kitchens, or off fishing at the docks. Ten seconds later though, he'd be kicking through the kitchen doors again to find you leaning on the kitchen counter next to an eager faced Sanji, whose to busy to register Zeff's shouting. Instead he places the spoon to your lips, having spent half of lunch service prep cooking you a brand new recipe he had spent the whole night creating out of a medley of your favourite foods. He subconsciously licks his bottom lip, the tension in the room felt by the other chefs who try to carry on washing pans and cutting vegetables enough to put everyone on edge as Sanji refused to look anywhere but your lips. Holding his hand under your chin, his dipped eyes were broken by a sudden grin as a loud 'mmhhh' left your mouth and you chewed in sweet bliss.

Still ignoring Zeff's increasingly erratic rant, as Sanji goes to start cleaning up his pan you slide down to stand behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around your back and jutting your chin into his shoulder blade like a baby koala. You can tell he's laughing silently by the way his shoulders shake against you, but all he does is pull up your hand from his belly button to press sweet, dainty kisses up and down the lengths of your fingers, before dropping it down to press your palm flatly against his heart.

'I think that might be your greatest dish yet, buttercup!'

'From you, that means everything my precious heart.'

'Why do you call me that?', you murmur, refusing to lift your lips from his shirt.

'Well my sweet love, why do you call me buttercup? I mean, I always know I smell of butter and the likes-'.

He's distracted by your snort against the side of his neck, but the two of you are too love-strikingly embarrassed to say anything again. Even if neither of you could see the warm peach rushing up both your cheeks, Zeff could. He could also hear the padding thuds of Sanji's heart as he gripped his fingers that almost imperceptibly bit tighter around your hand, and he found himself sighing at how oblivious you two idiots were.

Sanji is definitely just as clingy as you, if not more so. You've definitely met your match in this man. I mean, any time you're out on the floor, handing out bread to tables and scanning the room to check if there were any patrons you may have to throw out by the scuff of their collars later, his eyes are trained on yours. He leans against the banisters, not even trying to remotely hide how obviously he's tracing your path with a dumbstruck, lit up smile. If you're in the kitchens, desperately trying to bite your tongue and not tear Zeff a new one as he chops his hands together and rushes you to plate up? He's sliding up to your side in an instant, throwing scathing looks at the man while trying to help you spoon thyme onto your bass, nuzzling the side of his head into yours encouragingly. If you have any free time at all? Sanji is fast on your heels, darting after you like someone's firing shots at his dress shoes, as if you have his heart tied to a string on your wrist as he seeks out whatever nook you're going to relax in. It doesn't matter if you're at the bar, watching the docks, or trying to hide from Zeff in one of the cupboards in the pantry: Sanji is squatting down and grunting as he shoves himself in right next to you. He sits criss cross, only satisfied when at least one of his knees is resting heavily over yours, and he has full access to watch what you're reading over the side of your neck.

He only fully settles, though, if you touch him in some way. He genuinely will begin mewling once your hand reaches over to brush your knuckles over his jawline, or your hand finds itself guided to bunch itself up in his hair. One time, he guided your hand into his lap, and you began to absentmindedly stroke your pointer finger along the seam of his inner thigh. Thank goodness you had your head buried in a book one of the pirate crews had come to swap some dried meats with you for, because it took every muscle in Sanji's body twitching: every finger clenching and unclenching into his knee until he drew blood not to knock you flat right there and then and kiss you like there was no tomorrow.

He gets a MASSIVE nosebleed - so gushing, in fact, that he tries to reassure you he's fine as you hold him by the elbows and lead his tilted back head and pinched nose down to Zeff for some help.

It becomes a very major recurring issue every time he looks at you. He makes sure to carry a handkerchief in his breast pocket from then on.

God, if he didn't love you more than anything in all the seas. If you weren't the only one that he let see past his charming nature: if you weren't the only person left in his life that truly could recognise the young boy left in his eyes, in his gait, in his smile, in his dreams. That little kid on that great big ship, the one who had found you stowed away behind one of the barrels of rum, and instead of calling for the crew had taken your trembling hand and led you into the kitchens, introducing you as his newest sous chef. That same kid, who stood beside you and held your hand so gently, so heartbreakingly gently under his as he guided you through lessons of chopping onions and sautéing garlic, breaking out into long strings of rushed, praising French every time you got it right. The same one, who would frown as if he were the one who had been hurt any time you burnt your hands or sliced your fingers. Who would unravel the knot at the back of his apron, and tug it over his head to carefully place it over yours.

'This always brings me luck', he would say as his fingers daintily tucked the strings underneath your shirt collar. 'But I don't need it anymore, because you've brought me all the luck and happiness a man could ever dream of, my cherie.'

The same kid who would tip toe out of his bed to sneak down to your hammock, crawling in and burying himself underneath your blankets where you slept in the brig, telling you fantastical stories about his mother until you fell sound asleep. He would watch you from where he lay on his side, hands folded by your head, as if you had hung every star in the wide skies. He would brush his fingers over the edge of your cheek and curl up beside you, wishing that every minute of every day of the rest of his life could be spent with you.

Yeah, smitten wasn't enough to cover it. Only destiny could be raw enough to draw the two of you to each other, Sanji always thought.

As teenagers, you would end every shift outside, sitting on the wonky boards of one of the jutted docks. Just sitting side by side, as you always wanted to be, pretending you weren't playing a game of chicken as the two of you teased and pressed and glanced your fingers over each other's, leaning back and looking up at the stars. Sanji always appreciated the better chance it gave him: shrouded in naught by wisps of moonlight and the rare flashing neon of ship string lights, to take you in as much as he could. You didn't mind the fact that he spent the whole time staring over at you. In fact, if you hadn't been so lovestruck, you might have found the courage to tear your head away from the horizon to meet the look of gut-wrenching devotion that always seemed to pour out of his eyes and beam only on you. It always felt like warm sunlight, sitting next to him, and so you finally dared a chance at grabbing his fingers and intertwining them between your own, pretending it was because of the sea chill spraying a fine mist over your legs.

Again, the squeeze he gave your hand was almost, almost imperceptible, but you felt it this time. And you could feel the look of enduring devotion he pierced into your skin, a warm tingle washing like a spring tide through your tired body.

He always knew. He always knew that if he had stayed on that rock, he would have been content to. Happy, even. Because he would have been with you.

'I love you', he said without words. He gave your hand another squeeze. 'I'm going to love you forever. No matter how many lifetimes. No matter who I am. I'm always going to find you, and I'm always going to love you.'

His voice nearly made you jump, surprising you at how it started with his usual buttery smoothness, before cracking with a thick gulp as his words trailed of. 'Never leave without me.'

'I promise, as long as you don't leave without me.'

He shakes his head. 'You never leave me. Not even for a moment.'

Sometimes, when the two of you are older, he still comes stealing into your room at night, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as his lips wobble into a frightened frown. Turns out, as he draws the covers back and comes reaching in for you, he had another nightmare that pirates had come to steal you away from him again. With an aching sigh for how stricken he looked, how desolate, you let him claw at your shirt and bury his head into the side of your neck until the rest of the world melted away.

He kissed you again, that night. When the feel of his legs strewn familiarly between your own began to burn against his skin, and the weight of hand perched over his thrumming heart became too heavy to bear in secret. With nothing but the light streaming like shards of pearly stars through the porthole to betray a moment so special, so longed for, Sanji let his eyelashes flutter close as he slowly... slowly pressed his lips against your cheek again.

This time, his eyes widened in shock as the feeling of your hand gripping at his jaw and turning his face straight on to your own. Before he can even open his mouth in confusion, the sweet pressure of your lips pressed against his top one. For a moment, Sanji doesn't move an inch: doesn't even breath, not even processing that the thing he’s spent every moment of his waking and sleeping life wishing for ever since he found you on that boat was actually happening, right here right now. He tries really hard to stop his whole body from shaking, as his silky lashes finally falter shut against the top of your cheeks and he tries to focus his whole attention on the way your plush lip seems to press so perfectly against his own.

When he finally pulls away, he lets out a loud 'OW' as he pinches his arm.

'What did you do that for!?'

'I had to double check this wasn't a dream, my sweets!'

And then he's on you again, like a ravished man gasping for air. God, he wasn't sure if soulmates were real, but when your top lip pulled down against his, and he could feel the thud of your heart synch against his own beneath the tips of his fingers, if he didn't know that he was yours.

He stays in your room a lot more often after that, using it as an excuse for you to help him button up his shirt during sleepy mornings, smiling at the feel of your fingers as they knocked against the muscles of his chest. It was also his favourite part of the day - the good morning kiss the two of you shared before you raced down to be at your shifts before Zeff decided to knock your heads together.

One time you forgot to give him one, too distracted by one of the sous chefs busting into your room with a bloodied nose and a chipped front tooth, whistling through the gap as he begged you to come down to the main foyer and help him break out a fist fight that had started between two gangs of rival pirates. The pout on Sanji's face that day was enough to make even the most bounty-heavy pirate's knees tremble. Every other chef steered way clear of his station, watching the arch of his back and the jaw in his muscle jump as he busied himself by frying his steak of tuna, so gutted at the loss of just one kiss. Not angry, no: just grief stricken, because this man seriously just adores you that much.

When you finally get your lunch break, the first thing you do is throw your napkin down on the kitchen ground and grab Sanji by his suit collar, enjoying the surprise tilt of his head as he drops his spoon onto his serving tray and allows you to lead his feet backwards to the fire exit. As soon as he's outside, you slam him gently against the wooden beams of the Baratie restaurant, and kissed him silly to make up for it. His look of trusting confusion suddenly melt into jumping heart eyes when your knee slides up between his thighs to try and pin him in place. His breathing comes out in harsh, shallow gasps between ferocious kisses, and you have to press him back against the wall every time he comes arching forward to follow your head for even more kisses. No, this was about you making him feel good. And by goodness, as your tongue pressed against the seam of his lips and tentatively ran over his front teeth, if he wasn't two seconds away from falling to his knees right there and then.

When you let him go, he slides down the wall like putty until he's sitting with legs stretched out and both his suit and hair a ruffled mess. He's literally never been more deliriously happy in his whole life.

Your favourite time of the day is when the restaurant closes, and the two of you finally have the kitchens to yourselves. Once you've tossed your aprons back onto the rack with a tired sigh, the only thing that can cheer you up is the sound of Sanji kicking his chair back with the toe of his shoe, and the sight of him beckoning you over to him with that tilted head and pearly beam of his. Mmh, how safe you feel, how loved as you collapse down to sit on his knees, and he tucks you in between the brackets of his arms in a vice so tight it could match any Marine knot.

You take one of his hands off the pen he was holding, turning his palm round to face you so you could fiddle with the rings he was wearing. You draw one up, curling his finger before your eyes, before slotting one off and sliding it onto your own ring finger. It was the one his father had given him: one he so loathed to wear, and yet felt guilt bore down too heavily on his conscious to ever take it off. You turned the one on top of it, one you know Zeff had given him after his first day working at the Baratie, and you smiled at the memory.

'You know', you start, still fiddling with his hand, feeling him shift his thighs as you pressed a gentle kiss on the pointer finger you were currently grasping onto. 'I may just have to keep this one.'

'Oh yeah?', he says dreamily, and you could feel his grin growing as he hid his burning face in the nape of your neck. 'Don't worry sweetheart. One day, once I find the perfect one, I'll give you a ring of your own.'

The two of you sneak out and share cigarettes out the back door a lot, where Sanji steps forward and kisses you like a man possessed every time you pinch the stub from out of his mouth and draw it along your bottom lip teasingly. When you try to get him to go back in, he just wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up, spinning you around to stop you from leaving him alone. Laughing, you try to shove him off, swatting at the hands that form a tight clasp over your belly button, until his large fingers finally slide down to hold your waist. You glance behind you, smirking at the way his eyes are tightly shut in euphoria as ducks down, chest nearly enveloping in his desperation to reach your face again. His kisses become sloppier: smoke stained as they leave wet trails up your jaw, before he finally gives in and tries to make you laugh one last time by nibbling at the lobe of your ear.

Whenever he has a fight with Zeff, you have to hold him afterwards. The feel of your fingers curling the hair at the nape of his neck, or rubbing soothing circles into the sore muscles of his shoulders stops the furious darts of air from flaring his nostrils almost immediately.

Man has blaring heart eyes 100% whenever he's in a fight with rowdy customers, and you get to kick the flashy knife out of the last one's hand before the pirate could launch straight for Sanji's neck. He tilts his head at you with those amazed eyes, a gentle smile growing almost shyly on his face like a secret wink, before he throws his now empty plate at the pirate trying to sneak up behind your back. The crash echoes out through the booth area, a cry so furious: so full of rage that anyone would try and dare hurt you, that it makes all the remaining pirate crews crawl out towards the door on their hands and knees.

Stitching each other up afterwards is a motherfcking mess though, that Zeff straight up just abandons all hope of being able to use his kitchen. With a defeated rub of his pounding temples, he lets the door slam shut on his heel because he just can't deal with the two of you. He'd much rather pick up a brush and start sweeping bits of crushed and splattered asparagus off the floors than have to watch you to battle it out in a stiff competition of who could be more sickeningly, maddingly in love with the other. Between you standing between Sanji's entrapping thighs, closing you in tighter so you could have full access to kiss his bobbing Adam's apple as you use a rag to swipe bits of dry sauce off his neck, and him throwing his head back and whimpering, Zeff was going to go insane. Even worse, as soon as you're finished, Sanji's reaching between your fingers to lick split consomme off your nose.

The two of you are literally insufferable, and if every one apart from Zeff doesn't find it the cutest thing I-

When Luffy comes and wrangles Sanji into joining his crew, the chef's first thought is to be distraught. He seeks you out straight away, nearly breaking some poor fisherman's pole as he tries to hurdle over it and grip onto your shoulders, making you drop the barrel of dried meats you were carrying from Luffy onto the planks and watching Luffy nearly dangle off the edge of his ship to stop it from rolling into the ocean.

'Y/n- I- I can't go!'

'You're hardly scared!'

'I'm not scared of going, I'm terrified of going without you!'

You let him pour his heart out for a moment, before stopping his rambling, near sobbing mess of a sentence by bopping the tip of his nose. You giggle, swiping some hair from his forehead. 'Sanji, Luffy asked me to come first. I promised I wouldn't go without you, and I meant it.'

You manage to unlatch his twitching hand from your left shoulder, and give it an almost imperceptible squeeze. The tears that threatened to fall from his eyes finally cascade down, although he's so relieved that he's smiling through the blurriness. You swipe them away with your free thumb, finally, after all these years, feeling the squeeze of your hand that Sanji gives you back, before he envelops you in a breath taking hug.

'Awww, you guys are so sweet!', Luffy calls out from where he's hanging by his sandal off the railing of his ship. 'But could someone give me a hand before my hat falls into the waves? That would not be very cool.'

The first thing the two of you do once you're on The Going Merry is to find your bunk. Sanji isn't very subtle when he kicks your door shut with his heel, and comes scampering towards you like an upended sand crab, pinching for you until he's hefted you up over his shoulder and has unceremoniously landed you in your shared hammock. He's quick to jump in, straddling you as the hammock sways back and forth with the commotion.

He nearly starts crying again when he sees a flash of silver poke out from underneath your neckline; he grazes his hand over the chain, recognising it as his father's ring you had taken months ago. The one he had hated so much. The one you had tried to save him from. A small piece of him. A weight you tried to bear for him. A reminder of how much he was loved.

A confused Zoro, not realising there are new crew members on board, follows the sound of Sanji's voice crooning out how much he adores you, and how he loves you more than every star in the sky, down past the window on your bedroom door. Let's just say, he's not very impressed when he catches sight of the hammock swinging wildly from side to side, and an array of clothes thrown out and discarded in a mess around it.

[quartergremlin]

Ooh!!! I wanna see Casey's reaction to Raph's outfit from when she went shopping with Leo!!!

Yess i really wanted to do this one

Casey was. Very appreciative.

[ellieswyfe]

Hood eren tales PT 2

(hood #eren) being ur man ur mann 😜🫶🏾

warnings: oral (m received), fingering, daddy kink, i dunnoo what else this is just pure porn 😭 (MDNII!!)

mood song (GO STREAM DELI 🤍icespicee)

hood eren who even though he spoils you, does not put up with a bad attitude. every time you're mad or upset it puts him ina funk and he just doesn't like it.

hood eren who regardless of your attitude, takes you to your favorite mall with your friends on the weekend, hoping you were just having a shitty week.

hood eren who once more spoils you and your friends, taking you out for hibachi and letting you spend your time hanging around the mall, but he soon regrets this decision when you stop infront of your FAV designer store.

hood eren who makes A LOT of money from selling and has bought you plenty of designer in the past, calmly watches as you and your friends go into the store and end up absolutely RAVING over a pink handbag (https://t.ly/handbag) with the company logo embroidered all over it.

hood eren who as your friends explore the store, watches as you stay by his side begging for him to buy you the bag. (so you can brag later)

hood eren who refuses to buy you the new louie bag, after a week of giving him major side eye and sucking your teeth. he says he doesn't think you deserve it cause of that "nasty ass attitude." "no princess, i'll buy you the bag when you learn some manners." or "daddy said not right now chill."

hood eren who notices how you talk about him to your friends while waking off. he knew that your spoildness got bad but not THIS bad. he’s quick to drive your friends home so he can deal with that attitude.

hood eren who when you get home, comforts you when your eyes get watery and you start with the sniffles but stands strong on his words. "c'mere." he motions you over so he can pick you up and start rubbing you down. he knows just exactly what you need.

hood eren who lets his baby suck him off as an apology. when he pulls it out the tip hits his belly already angry, flushed red, and leaking pre. he lets you start off slow. sucking the tip and kissing his down his shaft. but when he realizes you're stalling, he works his length down your throat admiring your cute whines and occasional gags.

hood eren who throws his head back and moans as you suck the absolute soul outta him “oooh b-baby fuuuuck”, pulling your head down as he thrusts his length into your mouth causing tears to form in your eyes.

hood eren who spurts ropes of cum down ur throat as he finishes in your mouth. then after, pulls you up to kiss you, still tasting the nutty, salty taste of his cum in your mouth, which instantly gets him hard again.(how romantic)

hood eren who pulls off your shorts and slowly peels back your panties to reveal your puffy pussy lips and hard clit. he's so smooth with his work, placing you on the bed and letting you ramble on, that you don't even notice till he eases one of his long thick fingers in your pussy.

hood eren who fingers that creamy pussy enough to have you gushing but not cum. “renn baby please lemme cummm,” you moan out fully resting your body against his chest as his nimble fingers work on pleasuring you. “aht aht ma whats my name? thought it was fuck me?” and “keep them legs open or you wont be cumming atall”

hood eren who shoves his length in your pussy and sets a brutal pace. “ooh pa slow downn i said im sorryy,” you cry. clapping, smacking, and wet sounds echo off the walls and your pretty sure your neighbors hate you by now. “you gone be a good girl nd stop acting up?” eren questions, “yess- daddy i swear i will…” you moan, juices running down your legs and half brain dead now.

hood eren who knows your lying (your definitely gonna up again) but enjoys putting his pretty girl in her place even if she ends up getting what she wants anyways…

hood eren who after he's done tearing up that pussy, buys the special edition louie bag you wanted (it was in his cart the whole time)

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this is my first time writing a semi full smut!? so proud of myself 🥲

LMK FOR A PRT 3…shld i do a few on connie?? 🤭

[danziluu]

ooh could you draw aradia ?? ♡♡

Ooh yess ty anon!❤

[good-omens-keeps-me-alive]

Aziraphale: shotgun the gardner job!

Crowley: awww have you seen me in a skirt?

Aziraphale (not taking a single second to make room for all things holy): Culloden 1765.

Crowley (with the voice of all things horny + hellish): ooh yess

[sparklingsjy]

enhypen's reaction to you being smaller than them but stronger

note: requested by anon!

contains: fluff :D and you threatening to beat sunghoon up because that's normal LMFAO

heeseung:

when you and hee first started dating he always thought you would be dependent on him

considering how tiny you were, he didn't expect to see you carrying your new tv to the living room all by yourself

"who is that!? y/n?!"

heeseung runs over to you and pokes your side to make sure he isn't hallucinating

"can you move the couch a bit to the left so i can get through?"

heeseung is still surprised by the fact that your 5'2 self can even lift a heavy tv but then again, he learns something new about you every day

as you're setting up the tv on the table, he admires you while sitting on the couch

"i really am lucky to have you y/n . . ."

knowing that you're stronger than him just made him love you even more <3

jay:

we all know jay LOVES going to the gym

you enjoy working out privately but jay invited you to join him as his gym buddy one day

you both did your usual routines and before he started working on his arms, he heard you call his name

"jay! can you come spot me?"

jay cluelessly looks around for you until you turn him around after waiting for 3 minutes

"oh hey!"

"you took too long! come!"

you took him over to your already set up bench press and got ready

"y/n . . is this a joke?"

"no! hurry and spot me! can you make sure it's on 120?"

jay knew you were full of surprises but THIS was on a whole other level

"120? as in one two zero?"

"yess now hurry!"

as surprised as he is, he hurries up and spots you while admiring how your arms work so easily carrying something so heavy

once you were done, he gave you your bottle of water and patted your back

"i guess you really are stronger than me y/n.. shouldn't you be the one protecting me then?"

"in your dreams . . ."

let's say the night ended off with jay asking you a series of questions on how you're so strong and to help him gain muscle LOL

jake:

you and jake love teasing each other and had a thing for piggy back rides

one day you decided to switch it up a bit with him

"jake! since you're always giving me piggy back rides, why don't i give you one?"

"you're so cute y/n! i don't want to crush your tiny body though :("

"this tiny body is very strong though!"

"hmm i'm not sure"

"pleasee!"

jake couldn't handle your whining because he always falls for your puppy eyes

he ends up giving in and his facial expression when you're able to carry him successfully on your back is PRICELESS

"are you a robot or something? how is this even possible?"

"i told you i'm strong!"

"y/n you should be my body guard"

"noo"

"i'm being serious! you're like superman or hulk!"

"are you calling me big??"

"nonono that's not what i meant"

"i can just drop you right here right now"

"Y/N!"

sunghoon:

dear lord someone save me from hoon's arms

anyways sunghoon is always challenging you to an arm wrestle whenever he cans

it's either to show off his biceps or to tease you

HOWEVER

he will not be expecting you to beat him over and over again

"ARE YOU SURE THIS IS YOUR ARM? there's no way you're stronger than me . . . DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LIFT?"

"what you lift is a piece of cake hoonie!"

"who are you and what have you done to my little gremlin?"

"GREMLIN? DO YOU WANT TO GET BEAT UP?"

the day goes on with you teasing hoon for losing and him trying to not let it hurt his pride <3

sunoo:

you and sunoo are so cautious with each other once you got together

he also loved spoiling you with food so it wasn't new of him to ask if you wanted something made by him

"y/n do you want a sandwich? i bought this new peanut butter spread!"

"ooh sure!"

10 minutes passed by and you got curious considering he should've finished the sandwich by now

you walked over to the kitchen to see a sweaty red-faced sunoo and an unopened jar of peanut butter

"sunoo? what's going on?"

"y/n . . . this jar does not want to open AT ALL"

you walked over to him, took the jar, and easily popped it open

"not that hard love~!"

"HUH? HOW IS THAT . . ."

"is my sunoo not capable of opening a jar?"

"i swear that jar was super glued or something . . ."

"noo you're just weak~"

"y/n . . . how do you have room to hide your strength in that small body of yours?!?"

jungwon:

when you and wonnie are on a movie marathon in the living room, he is always picking you up once the movie gets too boring

he usually just brought you two to bed for a cuddle session or deep talks but this time the movie you guys were watching was actually interesting to him

on the other hand, you were bored out of your mind

so . . . why not surprise him?

"wonnie . . sit up straight!"

"hm?"

"please!"

"okayyy y/n~"

once he sat up straight, that's when you took your chance and picked him up

"Y/N!? WHAT AND HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"

"i'm bored!"

you take him over to your shared room and plop him on the bed

"there is no way you just picked me up and dropped me in the same night . ."

"the movie was bad!"

"noo not really but . . . how did you carry me? don't i weigh a lot?"

"it's because i started working out more with jay and sunghoon!"

"you're so strong y/n . . . this isn't fair!"

"one day you'll be as strong as me . . . but right now i want to sleep!"

you guys get tucked in bed but jungwon is not able to fall asleep easily since he keeps thinking back on you carrying him

"stop working out with them . . . they're making you stronger than me" he says all pouty

"shh let's sleep"

"fine . . ."

niki:

you and niki love having small wrestling fights on the weekends

you always let him win to boost his ego until his teasing pushes your limits . . .

"you're so tiny y/n you can't even beat me if you tried!"

"yeah? rematch right now!"

"are you sure you'll be able to handle me again~"

"i should be saying that to you . . ."

of course you two ended up rematching and whew niki was shocked

when you overpowered him his ego SHATTERED

"you're cheating!"

"what? how can i cheat in this?"

"you drank something didn't you?!"

"noo i'm just stronger than you niki!"

"have you just been willingly letting me win?"

"would it be bad if i said yes?"

oh he was SAD

not in like a dramatic way but he always loved teasing you for how tiny you were

now that you showed him how strong you are, he's scared to tease you again in case you decide to beat him up LMFAOA

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ending note: thank you for reading !

[loveharlow]

Can you do a request where jj and y/n do the “out of my league” trend on TikTok and like y/n was sitting with jj and the pogues and is watching TikTok and sees a couple doing the trend so she asks jj to do it with her

yess oml that trend was so cute bro i love tiktok couple trends🫶🏾

"Baby, look at this. It's so cute." You gushed, burying your toes in the sand as you leaned over to show JJ the video — a couple dancing to a song on tiktok. "Do it with me." You nudged his shoulder.

The blonde lifted his neck from where he was reclined in the sand, hands tucked under his head. He looked at the people in the video, eyes squinting. "Nooo," He groaned, throwing his head back. "No more tiktok dances, please. We did like five just yesterday."

"And everybody loved them." You reassured your boyfriend, sitting up straighter. "One of them even went viral, we got like three-hundred thousand likes. J please..." You whined, shaking him in the sand.

"Jesus, fine. Come on," He said, standing up from where he was laid out in the sand and holding his out for you to take it so he could help you up. The others were eyeing the two of you as you led JJ to the nearest palm tree so you could set your phone up to record.

John B whistled as he caught on to what was happening. "She has you wrapped around her finger, man." He chuckled, sipping on his beer.

"Shut up." JJ shot back, adjusting the hat on his head. You both backed up when the three-second timer started to count down, making sure both of your bodies were within the frame.

The first take didn't go so smoothly — JJ stumbling over the simple move of waving his arms and causing you both to be out of sync.

The two of you broke out into a fit of giggles, you still laughing even as you went to restart the video. "That was so bad," You said breathlessly. "Okay, just, wave your arms like this," You demonstrated slowly, not missing the way he smiled at you like the world revolved around you. "And then just kind of two-step to the side, okay?"

He nodded and you took it as a sign to restart the timer once more, the beeping sound telling you when you could start dancing. It was actually somewhat synchronized this time, despite the weird facial expressions the two of you were making due to your friends laughing at you as they watched from the side.

You flipped the three of them off as the video ended, you and JJ walking over to the phone and picking it up as the preview played. "Ooh, okay this one isn't bad. Can I post it or do you think we should re-do it?" You looked up at the blonde.

"It's whatever you want, mama." He shrugged, pecking the top of your forehead pulling you into his side, tucked under his arm as he watched you add a caption and post the video, likes rolling in just seconds after.

"See, they love you." You nudged clicking the phone off and wrapping your arms around JJ's torso.

"Me?" He laughed incredulously. "I'm pretty sure it's you, baby. You get thousands of likes anytime you make one of your thirst traps in your bikinis." You looked away bashfully, burying your face in his chest.

"Yes, but my videos only ever blow up, like viral, when you're in them."

"So, you're using me for clout?" You shrugged, pulling back and trailing a hand down his bare chest, the sun beaming behind his body as it started to lower.

"Or maybe I like seeing the comments of girls gushing over a guy they can't have."

"And why's that?" he smirked, pulling you in closer, his hands planted on your waist now.

" 'Cause you're all mine." You teased, standing on your tippy-toes to brush your lips with his as you spoke, more like whispered. His eyes scanned across your features before crashing his lips against yours, one of his hands coming up to cradle the back of your neck.

Suddenly, a chip was being thrown at the two of you, the crisp object hitting your arm. "Gross!" Pope cupped his hands around his mouth, taunting the both of you as Kiara and John B laughed along.

JJ released you to grab the chip from the sand, shaking it off before plopping it into his mouth. "JJ!" You exclaimed, lightly slapping a hand against his chest as he laughed and chewed all at once, giving Pope a double thumbs-up that turned into two middle fingers. "I'm not kissing you again."

"I stand corrected. That's gross." The boy retracted his previous statement with an expression of disgust, his eyes turning to you. "You're dating a dog."

All you could do was sigh, grabbing the blonde by the wrist and dragging him back to where you both were sitting in the sand before. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

©loveharlow.

heads up: i added emoji anons to my blog, so feel free to send an ask to take one if you frequently send in asks!

[mockerycrow]

I NEED YOU TO EXPAND ON ALL OF THEM RIGHT NOW 👹👹

lemme just add some more:

alejandro would be like "ooh~ a little too straightforward, don't you think, cariño?"

rudy would flush IMMEDIATELY he'd be so embarrassed

alex would be a little flustered and confused, and he would have a slight blush the whole time

graves' immediate reaction would be to just say "no." (but you can persuade him if you try)

-🦝

BAKEMFKX YESS!! and this is MALE READER! — i’m flip flopping who’s hurt for this btw!! AND the Gaz version was already written! I’m not leaving him out, promise! — part one

Soap would chuckle and grin, lifting his shirt up for you. He’s noticed the way you take a double look at him, staring a bit too hard when he has to take his sweaty sleeveless shirt off.. He leans back with a slight wince and he doesn’t just lift his shirt, he takes it off. You take a quiet deep breath and you begin to work on the gashes and cuts on his torso, but you jolt when you hear, “If you wanted my clothes off, coulda asked me out ta’dinner first lad.” Or something like, “If ya wanted’ta touch me, ya could’ve just asked nicely..” This man’s pride swells when you visibly are blushing.

Ghost would be confused when you questioned him why when there was so much blood soaking your shirt, making it cling to your chest. You let out a little “oh” and scramble to take your shirt off for him to treat it. He notices the way your stomach flexes under his touch and Ghost doesn’t mention it at all, but he finds it amusement to an extent.

Price would raise his eyebrow for a moment when you got all nervous, explaining you needed him to raise his shirt to see his wound. Price is quiet as you work on his wounds, hissing and letting out a quiet “watch it” on accident and apologizing, but fuck, his tone of voice made it worse for you. You avoid eye contact and try not to stare at his chest too hard, your ever so slightly trembling hands finish patching him up and you quick help him put his shirt on. Price isn’t dumb, he knows he got you flustered, but he’d rather mention it off field than anything.

Rudy’s nervous as he takes his shirt off and he would lean back to allow you to do your work, but he has a blush dusting his cheeks and his neck the whole time. He feels stupid for asking why, especially when he hisses in pain when you dab at his wounds. Although, he does notice the way you’re wayyy too focused on his wound, like you won’t even glance at his face. “Are you doing alright?—“ “Yes.”

Alejandro laughs, tilting his head and smirking, despite the slight painful grimace on his face. “Very straightforward, hmm? I like it, cariño.” He purrs, grinning so wide you can see his gums and you go bright red, resisting the urge hit him while telling him to shut the fuck up. Thankfully, for your sake, Alejandro grows quiet but he can’t deny the tension—the way your hands move against his torso, how your eyes stray a bit too far.. Alejandro likes this side of you, he decides.

Alex has his shirt off and he just trying to lighten the obvious tension with small talk, his voice low as he murmurs a subject to you, but it’s obvious you’re barely listening to him. Your eyes keep staring at the way his hips dip into his pants, the way his stomach flexes when he tenses up—and Alex is so flustered, yet wanting to just grab you and kiss you, maybe guide your hand to himself.

Graves shakes his head, letting out a pained grunt as his holds his stomach, leaning against the wall. “Graves, I need to take your shirt off, you could bleed out—“ “I said no, soldier! And that’s final!” He croaks out, barking at you with a weak yet angry tone. He’s always done this—always denied help from you and you’ve never understood it. He suddenly slides down the wall, nausea nearly overpowering the pain—and he lets out a “fuck!” as he looks at you, furrowed eyebrows and all. “..Fine.” You try to ignore the excited feeling in your stomach when you realize you’ll finally see his chest.

[f1shart]

the amount of times i've drawn clowns on this blog is absurd. yes it was twice but that's twice too much

ANYWAY personality swap verona au anyone? its more of a personality inversion since i didn't swap their personalities with one another (og idea by @quejicadelapulpa)... more info ⬇️

idk why when i invert their personalities they become depressed, evil, or both but 😭 i'll go in depth on each of them

Tybalt: he was always a clown but swapbalt is quite literally a clown (he prefers jester). his personality is basically mercutio: playful, friendly, but still prim since i don't see why that would change about him i mean he's still absolutely loaded 🤑 also he loves annoying mercutio, especially since it's not like he'll get his ass whooped if he starts to throw hands (since, yk, tybalt is JACKED)

Mercutio: what i meant when i said they turn depressed when i invert their personalities 💀 swapcutio is a man of few words. he probably speaks very quietly too, only ever getting loud when he's pissed at tybalt. speaking of, he's not as hot-headed as og tybalt mostly cuz i didn't want to just swap their personas and call it a day. nah this is much funnier. i feel bad for him though i mean he's got this fucking clown constantly bothering him and there's nothing he can do about it

Romeo: he's giving pascal and i'm so sorry ab that. anyway this is where i delve more into personal hcs about personality since some of these sims weren't given much originally. i see romeo as a pretty smart kid so i didn't change that about him. i also see him as a bit immature but his wit makes up for that and that's how he's able to charm people. while swapmeo is mature, he is unfortunately quite uncharismatic so who tf knows how he pulled juliette. he's still a romance sim tho so he has his ways...

Juliette: not too much about her. i originally saw her as a little hot-headed similar to tybalt, so i decided to commit to that and make her a very mellow and chill individual. no more raging at online shooter games for her ! swapiette also wears very comfy clothes unlike juliette and dont u worry i kept her uggs. they're simply too iconic 😩

Miranda: she's basically more like her mother. this is where i was conflicted like do i swap the adults' personalities as well?? regardless, swapiranda (i need to stop) is a good christian girl 😌 as you can see she did not dye her hair in this universe and same with hermia but we'll get there. i also removed her beautiful shades SORRY but they're still there in spirit with the blue of her nails. i think swapiranda has that sweet exterior but a snakeish interior in terms of personality

Hermia: i exchanged the goth aesthetic for something more pastel and trendy for the time. you could say swapmia is a bit like og juliette in terms of personality. ooh maybe she doesn't dislike her brother in this universe! though i can see her and juliette getting tired of his smileyness. also yess swapmia's hair is her natural blonde it fits her vibe more.

Puck: last and certainly not least, evil puck 😍 the poor residents of swap veronaville cuz this kid... to me, og puck is kind, shy, dedicated to their tasks but dreadfully incompetent. you'd think he's the media's idea of a fairy- playful and mischievous, but he is surprisingly the opposite. THEN THERE'S SWAP PUCK. absolutely devious. despicable. he plays pranks and they are fucking mean pranks (not as far as battery acid in pop tho 💀 that's one of their cruel jokes. pls tybalt is not actually drinking battery acid) who KNOWS what swapmia sees in them. maybe she's evil too lmfao

anyway that's what i got. tell me why typing this drained 54% of my battery. apple is wild. maybe i'll do st but that's a hell of a lot of work

[literallyjusttoa]

Do you think experiencing prophetic visions makes Apollo feel certain emotions or that it physically can hurt? That he uses the oracles as a way to share the information but also to have others who can relate? So, he feels less lonely in his divinations? It just came to me and I have no idea what to think. Seeing the future or fate itself could be isolating. It would be hard to surprise him.

Ooh Apollo and his relationship with prophecy yess it's so interesting.

I think it's so interesting bc I think with how much Apollo uses denial as a defense mechanism he might be like, the worst prophet sometimes? The biggest example I always think about this with is Troy. Bc like, Apollo knew Troy was destined to fall from the moment he helped build the Trojan walls. But despite this Apollo fights for Troy and stays by it's side until it's completely gone. I think a lot of the time, especially when he was younger, when a prophecy has to do with someone or something Apollo really cares about he'll try to deny it or fight against it. Which yeah, I think would probably be painful. He's a prophet fighting against his own prophecies, which is like, way against what the fates want out of him. And I think after he realizes how much that doesn't work, he becomes very withdrawn about the whole thing. Apollo being the god of prophecy is something that is rarely casually brought up on Olympus, bc sometimes it's just too much for him.

To me, it's always seemed like prophecy is something Apollo never really settled into. It's caused him a lot of problems, and it's not something he was born with. He wasn't even looking to claim the domain, he was just trying to avenge his mother. While he has grown into the domain, and the domain has grown around him in response, I don't think he'll ever really be settled into the role. Especially when he can't step in to help in any way according to Olympian law.

[tickling-giggles]

Hello can I request Hobie tickling Pavitr? He’s pinning him down and tickling his sides and stomach and feet? And pavitr is super ticklish which makes him laugh hard.

A Fun little Game

Summary: Pavitr is bored out of his mind and he goes to Hobie to see if he can help him with that.

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Pav doesn’t like how non-busy or well how dead today is. He’s currently staring out of his bedroom window itching for a robber to go rob a store, or one of those crazy villains to come and try to destroy the city.

“Whatcha’ doing?” Hobie asked leaning on his wall. Pavitr jumped hitting his head on the wall. “Oww, when did you get here?” He rubbed the back of his head. “I’ve actually been here for a good 10 minutes” Hobie looked down at his wrist. “That’s a pretty long time I didn’t even sense you” Pav giggled. “I’ve could’ve kidnapped you if I wanted to” Hobie smirked as he sat down on his bed right next to Pav.

”So you’re just gonna stare out the window like a sad puppy dog, or are you gonna tell me what’s wrong, orrrr do we have to play 21 questions?” Hobie asked. “I- that’s a new one 21 questions? Really” Pav chuckled.

“Don’t play dumb whenever I ask you what’s wrong you always beat around the bush and say ‘oh don’t worry about it it’s dumb’ or ‘it’s nothing really I swear’” Hobie imitated his voice. “I don’t sound like that plus it’s really nothing this time” Pav whined a bit.

“Spill”

“Fine I was zone out because I’m bored, and there’s nothing to do. Before you ask both my girlfriend and Maya Aunty are out of town. There aren’t any people to save nor and bad guys to fight” Pav confessed. “That’s it i could keep you occupied with something” Hobie raised an eye brow before smirking.

“Please because I’m so bored it’s making me sick and moody and I hate being moody” Pav exaggerated. “You know my favorite thing about humans Pav? Is that they are like instruments” Hobie gave him a certain look which caused Pav to immediately get nervous. “Whaaaat instruments that’s random” Pav giggled nervously, he knew that look that Hobie had given him.

“What’re you so nervous for Pav?”

“Hobie teasing isn’t very nice” Pav giggled. “Well I’m not nice now what?” Hobie raised a brow. “Well I guess you’re just mEEheahahahan I knehehehew it ahahaha” Pav burst into giggles, as hobie clawed at his sides.

“See how you’re sides are like a piano” Hobie explained “the higher up your sides I go the higher your voice gets”. “Hobiehehehehehe that’s not funnehehehehEhEhEhE” Pav squealed proving Hobie’s fact to be true.

“What’s that one song you like that Donald glover sung…” Hobie asked. “Lehehes?”

“Yeah that one how’d it go? It was like Ooh girl I wanna know are you ready to cry!!” Hobie sung as he tickled his ribs. “HohohobIEHEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHOHO”

“‘Cause I’m— what do you not like that song you’re soooo picky” Hobie dramatically rolled his eyes. “Don’t like the piano ey? Let’s play the guitar then shall we?” Hobie let up as he swiftly grabbed his ankle.

“Hobie nohoho I don’t like the guitar caahahan you play I don’t knohow a harmonicaahaha” Pav giggles anticipating what was about to happen next. “Mmmm nope I’ve gotta play the guitar the crowd is going wild!!!” Hobie explained as he scribbled Pav’s foot.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA HOHOHOHOBIEHEHEHE” “The crowd loves my guitar Pav” Hobie looked back at him. “YOHOHOURS? IHIHITS MY FOHOHOT”

“Your guitar needs to be tuned”. Hobie sassed as he tickled his toes.”NAHAHAHA HOBAHAHAHAHAHHAHA IT TICKLEHEHEHEHES SO BAHAHAHAD” Pav shrieked bucking around. “This is no tickly matter Pav” Hobie looked at him with a annoyed look. “HOBIEHHEHEHEHEHEE PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“Ok ok don’t need ya passing out on me you still in a sulky mood?” Hobie gave him a warm smile. “Nahaha nope I actually feel behehtter thanks hobie” Pav sat up and thanked hobie.

“I brought taco belllllll!!!”Miles announced as he and Gwen came with food. “Good some grub let’s go eat Pav” Hobie ruffled his hair as he helped him up. “Yess I’m starvingggg”

[tashacee]

Ooh knowing that Mask Wild has some bracelets that help with his pain in the cold and rain has some wonderful options for some bonding time. Legend’s scars acting up? Wild slips him a bracelet and says nothing. Legend is confused, but hey, he’s never going to turn down jewelry! He puts it on and… oh. He “doesn’t do emotions” but it looks like he’s going to make an exception here.

I like to think that Time has scars that act up, like the marks on his face. They’re old and he’s very, very used to it at this point, so it’s not a well know fact, but Wild has enough experience with face pain that he recognizes the signs. I feel like Time would be very caught off guard that 1) Wild NOTICED, and 2) he shared one of his own tools that he could be using to help himself and is beyond touched by the gesture.

I know this ask has been sitting in my ask box for a while but i keep coming back and nuzzling it and cherishing it because yes.

Legend is enchanted by Mask!Wild's jewellery. Of course, he doesn't do emotions. Is that a tear in his eye when Wild gives him some to deal with the heat? Nah, must be chopping onions.

And YESS TIME! I actually have a plan for a scene like this in the next fic and the idea of Wild specifically noticing Time's facial pain? AMAZING. BEAUTIFUL. I LOVE IT.

It's so happening

[aperiraa]

Stop bc imagine cuddling with lo’ak after a long day, n both of yall are tired asf n u start falling asleep but then ur woken up to this mf grinding on u n whimpering all bc he felt too bad to actually wake u up mm oml😋 so you calm his horny ass down by givin him that good 🐱

Oml yess cuz who else would give baby boy that good pum pum whenever he need it n he whimpering all like "fuckk mamaa" cuz he the typa motha fukka to be saying some shit like that all kinds of pet names "mama, ma, mamas, mommy" he go all the way and when he get whiny? Ooh lawd he can't handle what I'd do