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#... it's a toss-up if it'd get everyone else to shut up

messylustt · 1 year

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Hey! Could you maybe write a little something where the reader takes care of Ethan because he begins to come down with a really bad cold? Poor love is all sniffly and sneezy, so the reader just wants to smother him with affection during this time <3

this is so cute

✫ ;: .. TISSUES / ethan landry

kissing; this is pure fluff; established relationship

You knock on Chad and Ethan’s dorm. You had been worried all day, Ethan's text having been vague in his reasoning for not making it to class.

Chad opens the door, smiling upon seeing you. "Y/n!"

You smile, though it soon drops as you speak. "Is Ethan here?"

Chad's brows furrow. "Oh, he didn't text you?"

Now its your turn to furrow your brows. "About what?"

Then Chad breaks into a small chuckle, shaking his head. "God."

"What?" You ask, growing more worried.

Chad steps aside. "He's just in his room."

You narrow your eyes on Chad and his strange behaviour. You pass him, quickly making your way to Ethan's bedroom door. You knock. In response you hear Ethan mumble something before speaking louder. "Chad, please fuck off."

You glance back at Chad. "Did you do something?"

Chad raised his hands, proving his innocence. "He's just being a wimp. I don't know why he's so embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?" You again question.

Chad gestures to the door, telling you to just go in, before he wanders somewhere else in the dorm. You grab the handle, twisting and pushing.

"Seriously, Chad—" Ethan pauses, seeing you standing in the doorway. He stares at you, his cheeks pinkening, but as you take in his appearance you notice just how red they were before. You then notice the tissues scattered in a pile on the floor.

Your face softens as you realise. Ethan's sick. You rush over, shutting the door, as you toss your bag to the side. You place the back of your hand against Ethan's forehead. "Shit, your extremely hot."

"No you are." He joked, trying to make the creases on your forehead smooth out, before a cough followed.

"Oh, Ethan." You softly chuckle, taking a seat on the bed, your hand moving to touch his red hot cheeks. He sniffled, turning away.

Now you realise why Chad had said embarrassed. "Ethan, why are you so embarrassed? You should have texted me. I would have come over."

"Because thats what I didn't want to happen." He mutters.

"You have nothing to be embarassed about." You say, taking out your bottle of water from your bag. "Everyone gets sick."

"Yeah, but i look..." He sneezes, having quickly grabbed a tissue from the nearly empty box on his bedside table.

You hand him your bottle of water after he had taken the tissue away. "Plus I don't want you to get sick." He says, eyes slightly widening as if just realising this, as he tries to move farther away from you.

"Ethan." You stop him, placing your hand over his. "I don't care how you look when your sick. In fact your red nose is kinda cute, actually." You smile before turning more solemn. "But I don't want you to be sick. So, next time text me, and let me help you. No room for emarrassment. Alright?" You say sternly.

Ethan hesitates as he again turns his head away. You sigh. "I'll kiss you." You threaten to which he whips his head back.

"That's not a great threat." He says, his eyes dropping to your lips.

"I thought you didn't wanna get me sick?" You question, grabbing the end of the woolen blanket, placing it better over his body.

"Well, if I get a kiss I think it'd be worth it." He smiles, a cute tilt to his head.

You fake feeling offended as you go to stand up. Ethan quickly grabs your hand keeping you next to him. "I won't kiss you. I won't." He says quickly, looking desperate for you not to leave.

A smile edges your lips. "Good." You say, before leaning slightly closer. "Because you can get one when your better if you let me help you, and if you tell me next time."

Ethan slowly nods. "Alright."

Your smile widens, squeezing his hand before you stand. "Where are you going?" Ethan quicky asks, his hand quickly having glued to yours.

"Just to get a hot cloth. I'll be back." You say, getting out of his hold and walking towards the connected bathroom.

You soon walk back with a heated cloth to see that Ethan has placed all the tissues that had previously scattered the floor into a small plastic bag.

"You didn't have to do that." You say, laying him back down as you press the hot compress on his forehead.

His nose scrunches up. "Yes I did. It's disgusting."

"It's normal." You correct. "And remember I really don't care."

Ethan slowly nods, as a large smile forms on his face. He stares at you as you press the cloth against his forehead, brows creased in concentration. He didn't know what he did to deserve you. You'd always been there when he needed or even just when he wanted. You'd always helped in, with whatever. And now he couldnt look away from your pretty face as you took care of him.

When it got late and you had planned to leave, Ethan grabbed your wrist. "Can you...can you stay?" His question was followed by a cough.

You nod. "Of course."

Soon Ethan managed to drift off with your hand tightely held in his own.

. . .

When Ethan awoke he saw you slumped in a chair, knocked out, your hand still holding on to his. He quickly sat up, noticing his lack of a headache, but also the fact that you had slept there the entire night.

His brows furrowed in annoyance at himself for not letting you sleep somewhere more comfortable. In his sick state he hadn't noticed that you sat in a seat when he was drifting to sleep.

He looked down at your interwined hand, a smile forming, as he rubbed his thumb over your soft skin. You were too good to him. He was thankful that his nose had cleared along with his head, because now he could kiss you. And as he pressed his lips to the back of your hand, he felt you stir.

You slowly blinked awake, stretching, but pausing when you felt Ethan's grip followed by a soft kiss to your wrist. You looked at him to see he'd sat up, colour back to his cheeks and his nose no longer red.

You smiled realising he wasn't sick anymore. You meet his gaze, and saw every emotion swirling within, making your breath hitch. Ethan grinned before pulling you towards him by your hand making you gasp. You land against his body, as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Ethan." You chuckle, as he quickly kisses you neck and jaw before hovering over your lips. "I get a kiss don't I?"

You purse your lips, hiding your amused smile. "I said one. You've already had...i don't know…four."

Ethan's smile grows larger. "Oh, I thought when you said kiss. You meant plural." In his own response, he kisses your lips, slightly knocking your head back, as he carefully sucks on your bottom lip.

Your hand leads to his hair, as he slips his hands to grab your thighs, spreading them over his lap. You place your hand on his chest, breaking the kiss. Ethan frowns, following your lips. "Hey, I've been sick."

"Exactly. It might not be completely out of your system."

He tries to lean in again, but you manage to get off his lap, holding your hands out with a smile on your face. "We can't be late." You say regarding uni. Ethan groans.

"But we get to continue after?" He asks, standing and walking up to you.

"Maybe." You mutter, teasing him, before you grab your bag, patting down your hair, as you walk out of his room.

"Maybe?!" He's in disbelief.

"Get dressed." You call back with chuckle. Both your faces have an immovable smile present. And it lasts for the rest of the day.

I have like no fluff on my blog, so I made this somewhat tooth-rotting

kisses, holly

#the ethan effect #ethan landry #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #jack champion #jack champion x reader #scream #scream 6 #jack champion x y/n #ethan landry fluff #jack champion fluff #scream fluff #scream 6 fluff

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kisskawa · 8 months

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— leylines cw major character death, lots of grief, injury, blood, ghosts of the past, love is the most twisted curse of all, bittersweet ending

gojo keeps up the facade. the jokes fall from his tongue as usual, grin on his lips, but there's something else. something wobbly and wrong as it spreads out too far, too thin. and no one misses the quiver of gojo's lip, no matter how slight.

he knows he's not faring well, each chortle harder to sound than the last. and as the moon creeps into the sky, every fibre of the strongest man sinks, heavier than the day before. everyone else can see it too, can see how he struggles. and so, they laugh alongside him and whisper their concerns to one another when they're sure he's not paying attention. it's not hard, gojo can't seem to find focus at all anymore.

for it'd only been two months since they buried you.

two months since they'd dragged your body from the cursed domain, too much blood and too many tears. two months since you'd become a casualty, remaining only as a name on reports and nothing more. two months since gojo had begun missing you, and two months since he had last stopped.

you'd come in like a storm, utterly captivating as you drew others in, magnetism in the air. all it took was a single sharp smile and a flash of lightning behind your eyes for you to peak gojo satoru's interest. it'd taken a bit more time for your relationship to advance, you weren't a fool. you'd heard of gojo, of course you had. a man with extraordinary power and a face to match, his persona of confidence came as no shock, a string of reverent men and women alike behind him, all wide-eyed and jaws dropped in their admiration. it took a while for you to see past them, see past the illusion gojo let his rumoured reputation build. but then you grew tired of the push and pull - all too aware of the quips and smirks gojo saved just for you - and pressed your lips to his, hold firm on his collar and smile curving as his breath hitched in surprise. and just like that, you had him wrapped round your finger.

it was unfamiliar. for the both of you. you'd spent your days focused on sorcery and techniques, hardly letting yourself find distraction as you climbed your way up the ranks. and gojo, he hadn’t let himself feel so committed to anyone, anything in a long, long time. he was picky with who he loved, pickier even with who he let love him. being a jujutsu sorcerer - let alone such a high level one - was tiring and dark, he did his best to separate it all from his time outside of missions. and yet, he found himself letting you reach out and pull at the mask he had worn so comfortably. bare for you to see, he was willing to quieten down and let his lips drop, exhausted, into a frown; gojo didn’t seem to mind, not as long as he was with you. and sometimes, he pondered amusedly, if you had put a curse on him.

but now gojo was stumbling, grappling for a sense of security that he could no longer find. not in the front he used to put on and not in you who he so desperately wanted, who he so desperately needed.

the night he first saw you for the second time was suffocating. he'd spent the whole day locked up, initially in his office and then in his room, hardly able to get past how everything now seemed to remind him of you. so gojo had turned in early, clamping his eyes shut as he tossed around in a bed intended for two.

he finally gave up some time closer to sunrise than sunset, eyes bleary as he ultimately granted them their wish and allowed them to stay open. and it was as he blinked away the false sleep that he saw you.

he wished he had smiled at the sight of you. maybe even screamed, that'd be logical. but instead, gojo stared, awestruck, loving, blinking only when his eyes began to burn. he didn't know it was tears, rather than disbelief or confusion, that pricked at them, not until your name lurched from his throat, a sob more than a question.

like gojo, you didn't react how expected to, no gentle hello, no admission of love but a simple "you need to let me go." you were never one to sugarcoat around satoru, knowing he'd take your words and twist them into a playful tease, stealing a kiss or two from you in the meantime.

"no, i can't," gojo replied snippedly, somehow falling back into that easy flow of conversation you two always had, no matter what form you took now.

you were about to protest, lips parted as you weighed over demanding him to or assuring him he could, when you faltered. for gojo sat in a too big bed, shaking his head petulantly as tears slowly filled his waterline and yet, you could see, clear as day, how the corners of his lips twitched upwards ever so slightly.

"ok," you whispered acceptingly instead into the air and that smile grew.

since then you'd stuck by gojo's side, though, you supposed, that was nothing new. he wandered down the hallways, you right behind him with your silent footsteps, talking to the thin air and no one dared to mention it in conversation. (“he's grieving, let him be.”)

you kept him company as he taught the first years too, lilt in his voice faded and energy sapping throughout the day. but he bore through it. the kids only had him now, and he couldn't let them down like he did you, he wouldn't. in return, nobara sought gojo from his room most nights, words firm and attitude stubborn as she grasped and tugged his sleeve tightly. she sat him down with a solid hand on his shoulder and he'd watch as itadori waltzed around the kitchen, the other two providing aid when they could. "eat," megumi ushered each time with a nod as they crowded round the table, waiting for gojo to take a bite before he allowed himself to follow suit.

you'd always been fond of megumi, having known him the longest of the first years. he was polite though stoic and sarky, and from the way he greeted you in the hallways with a low nod of his head and a call of your name, it was obvious he favoured you too. more often than not he'd turn to you to ask for guidance on training or to complain about gojo's antics and with a tender expression, you'd tried your best to provide him what assistance you could, even if the advice wasn’t always so helpful, you both knew gojo wasn’t going to to stop in his teases, he loved the boy.

but one day megumi returned from a mission battered and broken, blood caking his features and matting his hair. a bruised gojo stood by his side in the infirmary, paler than you had ever seen him. you'd watched carefully as he double and then triple checked if megumi was okay before meandering to his office, footsteps too slow, too heavy.

you'd waited as he slumped in front of his desk, body sinking until his forehead was pressed against the wood. all it took was a tremble of his body and then "fuck!" - a shout as gojo slammed his fist on the table, voice thick. it took a moment for his breathing to even out and another for him to force himself mostly upright, head supported by his hand which was slowly blooming red. still, you remained silent as gojo filled out the mission report, grip too tight on his pen, ink as thick as the blood that trickled down from the gash on his cheek.

"it was the same one," gojo broke the silence with a mumble. any louder and his voice would tremble. "the same one that...you…"

"oh," you hummed, no longer trying to peek over his shoulder at his scrawled handwriting.

"yeah," gojo swallowed thickly, "it--uh it went for megumi first, made him see you when…" his voice is even smaller as he whispers, "i couldn't help him."

something foreign begins to swirl inside you, eating at you as the cursed spirit comes back to haunt you in pieces, grotesque and deformed. thick and wilting skin, limbs twisted every which way and too many eyes glowing a bright yellow. too many teeth too. curved into a ghastly smile as it wracked an arm through your abdomen. you wondered if megumi had felt this same fear.

gojo couldn't bring himself to look away as you remembered. your eyes turned empty, hollow, as your body shuddered in aggressive heaves, growing ever more sunken with each faux breath. your form became greyer, save for the wounds that had returned, marring the remains of your skin. your blood, seeming so real, dripped onto the floor in a consistent stream and all at once, a hole formed in your stomach, baring your insides. the pain, you realised, had never left, simply pushed down and you let out nothing less than a howl, anguished and tortured, ridden with agony. it's gojo's turn to watch now, all too aware that, for the first time since he had seen your ghost, you were well and truly dead, and the tears were endless as, for the second time that day, he remained utterly useless.

a second later and you had gone. disappeared into a wisp and gojo's ears were left ringing as he wondered if any of that - of you - had ever been real.

whatever you are, it took you a week to return, just in time to witness how gojo had restarted his work on tracking down that damn cursed spirit once again. the pair of you carried forward an unspoken deal, pretending you hadn't had a meltdown on supernatural levels and gojo hadn't spent the last few evenings talking to the thin air, begging you to come back. it reminded him all too much of when he had gripped your body, unmoving and still, chants and cries falling endlessly from his lips.

gojo threw himself into the work, stomach churning each time he took a break to visit the infirmary and check on megumi's recovery. not wanting to disturb, you had gotten into the habit of sitting perched on the edge of megumi's bed in the meantime, fingers attempting to smoothen his unruly hair though only ever falling through. there's something about the sight that makes the guilt double, rising up onto gojo's tongue and threatening to spill as it burns his throat, stinging and bitter.

it paid off though. of course it did, it had to. because a month later, gojo found himself trailing after the ugly thing, just an inch from his grasp. it turned, still running, with a taunt, smile curved unnaturally wide as it laughed and spat. in a rage, gojo locked eyes with the cursed spirit and his breath immediately hitched, megumi's injuries entering his mind with a flash.

gojo felt his jaw ache, teeth clenched together painfully as he zeroed his focus once more. he moved swiftly past the illusion, the memory, of megumi - the boy now fully recovered and fighting a lower grade curse behind him - only to fall into another. this time one of you.

he stared unwavering at the curse, unable to tear his eyes away, stuck in the grasp of haunting yellow. you’re sat in the midst of that, between the pupils and the lids, a dark shadow dancing against the unnatural colour. you run and run, trapped unknowingly in a circle, until finally, the inky cloud you were formed from reaches over and tugs its way through your core.

gojo doesn't realise he's sobbing, doesn't realise he's screaming either. not even as the tears drip thick from his chin and his throat rubs raw, hoarse. instead all he can think of is you, and how the last thing you'd seen on earth had been the curse that stood in front of him, eyes glowing and smile mocking.

his instinct takes control as a domain takes form, curving over himself and the cursed spirit - and you. it's messy and sloppy, not up to gojo's usual standards, but he can't find it in himself to care, not when the curse stands right in front of him, your death swirling in his irises and yet still, somehow, out of his reach.

it takes but a minute for you to realise you're inside the incomplete domain, pulled in by your connection to both gojo and the curse. this - and the failed mission before - had been for you after all. that much was clear, no matter how much gojo brushed it off and pretended it wasn't. and with him in the forefront of your mind as he so often resided, you ran towards the sound of an obvious fight. and try as you might, you couldn't prevent the feeling that everything was too weighted, too slow. it was clunky as your feet slapped against the floor and your eyes, though darting, couldn't take in the sights before you. a fist, a snap of a jaw, all gone in a single blink.

it was entirely impulse when you found yourself behind gojo, a counter to the curse's inhuman speed and the angled blow it had aimed at his back. your arm was raised protectively, a makeshift shield imbued with cursed energy. there’s no time for gojo to drink you in, no time for him to appreciate you once more. instead all he can do is clap his hands together with ease, confident smile on his face as your joint technique shoots the curse back with an echo.

it doesn’t take much more for gojo to finish the curse off, refinding his stride and proving his worth as the strongest. you provide a helping hand here and there, battling it into position to receive gojo’s hits, but it’s clear to see he needed only a nudge to return to himself, his demeanour familiar and certainty reassuring.

gojo doesn’t waste a minute after the curse finally falls with a telltale thud, tugging on your wrist until you whirl into him, your mere warmth enough to have tears pricking at his eyes. there’s a newfound fervour that he kisses you with, lips slotted against yours as he pours out pure love, desperate for you to receive it all. your chest swells, heart beating rapidly until eventually you can no longer ignore how heavy it feels in your ribcage, a punishment for using borrowed time.

pressing another kiss to his lips, you cup your hands delicately around satoru’s face as though he might break, and mumble softly again: "you need to let me go."

"no, i can't," he repeats, a whimper more than anything this time round and the tears drip down from his eyes and onto your thumbs.

"you have to," you murmur in that tone you knew always soothed gojo as he began to tremble in your hold, "the curse is dead and we both know this domain won't last, can't last forever. let me go satoru, it's okay."

there’s a pause, filled only with sobs as both your hearts constrict and all gojo can do is cry his farewell, “i love you, i love you so much.”

"i know,” you smile, shaky and weak, and still, satoru can’t resist returning it, “i love you, and i'll always be with you. i promise."

one final kiss is shared, gentle but with all the passion of a million goodbyes and the love that should’ve been kindled together for the rest of your lives. satoru keeps you as close to him as he can as the domain collapses and you fade away, nothing more than a wisp of a memory. the first years all clamber towards their teacher, megumi the first to ask "what happened? are you okay?" as the trio barely catch a sliver of red rimmed eyes before gojo slips his blindfold on.

satoru hums positively, smile more assured than it had been for a long while, "yeah i'm alright" he rubs a hand in megumi's hair, "they're gone."

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bvbygrl-writes · 6 months

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Imagine after that night at the lake she tries to go back to how it was but he keeps making seemingly innocent comments but there's always a mocking undertone that only she could understand, and even in front of other students he'll whisper degrading and dirty things to her like he was giving school advice and she finally breaks after weeks and shows up to class with one of her old skirts from her yearly hogwarts years that's now too small just to get even more comments from him because she can't deny how much she loves it. Such a stark contrast from the helpful and adoring professor everyone knows and the one that calls her a dirty slut for not wearing panties to class

-🦡

Pairing: Professor!Neville Longbottom x Student!Reader (part 2 to this)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: student / teacher relationship, degradation, slight mention of cum play

18+ MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

After that night at the lake, things had seemingly gone back to normal on the outside. However on the inside, both of them were in replaying the scene like a movie.

Neville had tossed the girls clothes a bit closer to the edge of the lake before turning and walking off, leaving (Y/n) with her heart and mind racing. Deciding not to push her luck she climbed out of the lake with haste, quickly beginning to put her clothing on. She started with her vintage night gown, reaching down to put on the matching underwear. However she gasped, mouth agape at the state of them. The crotch part of her underwear was filled with a puddle of cum.

Her eyes watched as Professor Longbottom's mouth moved, speaking words she couldn't focus at all during today's lesson. The corners of her mouth turned upwards slightly as the Herbology professor smiled, answering a student's question. How was this the same man who had said such dirty things to her? Who sat there, defiling her with the mere intensity of his gaze?

Her thighs clenched shut under the table as she remembered the feeling of her cum filled panties. The way his semen felt sticky and warm against her throbbing clit. Shaking her head, she ran a hand over her face as she tried to tune back into the lesson.

"And to end this lesson, I must say while I am not suggesting you sneak to the lake to see how much better the water is for certain plants, I am saying to be careful!" their eyes locked on one another as he continued with his speech. "Some of the most insane and unbelievable things have been known to happen there." he finished, the pitch of his voice dropping. "Class dismis...sed." he shook his head, the students fleeing from the greenhouse before he could even finish his words. But as usual, (Y/n) lingered around.

"Are you staying for tea, love? I put the kettle on towards the end of class so it'd be warm. We can look over your notes to make sure you've got the lesson down." he asked, setting down two beat up mugs on the table in front of them. Her body relaxed at the smell of fresh peppermint tea wafting up from the cup, the steam causing her face to grow even warmer.

"Of course, Professor. I actually had a question on..." she drifted off, clearing her throat at the feeling of his soft chest pressing against her back as he peered over her shoulder. The girl had to practically pierce her tongue with her teeth to keep from moaning at the scent of his gentle cologne invading her senses. She felt her body heat up as she realized not a singular note had been written on her scroll. A layer of goosebumps and sweat coated her body as he chuckled, noticing her lack of notes as well.

"Seems like you missed the entire lesson despite being present the entire time. Perhaps your question was about....something else?" he whispered, the stubble on his face gently scratching the side of the girl's face. She froze, stuttering a bunch of nonsensical words. He had her right where he wanted her and they both knew it.

"N-no! Um, just the lesson. I was wondering if you could explain it to me again but a bit slower?" she managed to get out, proud of herself for even being able to utter anything with the position they were in. Neville rolled his eyes, thanking Merlin that she couldn't see his expression from behind her, sighing as he walked over to the plant he had used in today's lesson.

"Right, of course. Well today...."

Weeks had gone by, and Neville was still finding ways to get under her skin. The little things he'd whisper into her ear during class, the looks he'd give her, and the not so subtle touches he'd place on her body were all slowly eating away at her composure. She was trying to wait, keep things at least somewhat professional until the end of the month when she'd no longer be his student. But that was proving to not be working by the infinite amount of wet dreams she had, the times she'd have to change her panties between classes, and not to mention all the times she had sat there for hours trying to satisfy that pit in her stomach.

Rolling over in bed, she groaned looking at the muggle digital clock she had, the bright red numbers glaring at her angrily. 3:15AM. Every night, every fucking night, she'd lay here tossing and turning coated in sweat from her impure thoughts. The aching between her legs growing more and more. Something had to be done and she knew just exactly what that was.

This plan was so unlike anything she had ever done before but, desperate times called for desperate measures. She had managed to get away with setting it up, slipping into class while Mr.Longbottom was having a conversation with one of her classmates. And during his lecture, she had zipped her robes up completely, making sure her legs were covered and out of sight. She let him do his usual whispering in the ear, not even making an attempt to ignore him. She'd let him have his game during class because once it ended, it'd be her turn to play.

As the final student made their way from the class, (Y/n) started to second guess her choice. Her hands were clammy and sweaty and she was sure if she were to cough, her heart would lurch from her throat. 'It's now or never, (Y/n/n). Don't be a pussy!' She said in her head. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat causing the older man to look in her direction.

"It's quite a warm afternoon isn't it, Professor?" He hummed in agreement, smiling at her as he went to lock the door.

"It is. Perhaps we can go borrow some lemons from the elves in the kitchen, make us a pitcher of lemonade." He said, turning to face her. "I know a cozy little spot in the forest with a nice amount of shade."

"Or.." she trailed walking in his direction slowly, her hand on the zipper of her robe. The sound of it gliding down was the only sound either of them could focus off. "I could just cool down like this." her robe dropped to the floor, revealing her attire. Her skirt was small, the bottom of her ass peeking out from below the pleats, pussy on full display with a light layer of arousal along her lips. Her top was most definitely an issue (if you could call it that) as well, the buttons barely held together around her chest, the top few left undone with her cleavage on display.

Neville's pupils darkened as he swiped his hand across his face almost as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him. All he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. Silently he began to walk around her in circles, taking in her full appearance. She turned her head to follow his gaze.

"Don't move, face forward and still. You wanted to display yourself to me, for me to objectify and stare at you like this, hm, petal?" he chuckled, dragging his finger through the folds of her pussy with his finger, causing the girl to whimper. Bending down to her eye level, he put his slick covered finger into his mouth, moaning as he taste her. His eyes closed, an expression of pure euphoria present before he began to look at her once again. "I thought you were a good girl, I was giving you the benefit of the doubt during your little whore's bath a few weeks ago but this? I know this was intentional."

He gripped her face with his hand, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Were you walking around like a whore all day? Who else did you flash your cute little pussy to?" her eyes widened, as she attempted to talk, the hold he had on her jaw tight.

"No one, sir! Just you, I-I changed into this before class. It's all...for you." she spluttered out. This side of him that came out when they were alone was intimidating and honestly, a bit frightening. But, she loved every second of it.

"Good. Go bend over my desk so I can show you something those little 7th year boys could never."

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hearts4golbach · 3 months

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The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 12.

I quickly tidied up my small apartment after everyone had left, resulting in me crashing on the couch. I sighed contently, pulling out my phone as I felt it buzz.

jake: so when is you amd Johnnie's wedding?

me: you've used that joke like 10 times get better

jake: shut up but fr whats going onnnn

me: jake you literally love with him idk why you're asking me cause idk

me: live*

jake: yes y/n I'm in love with johnnie

jake: oh.

me: shut up 😭

jake: ig I'll go have a chat with johnnje

me: that's not scary at all

jake: :)

me: ok lmk please

jake: sorry, bro code still exists

me: oh my GOOOOD jake I swear

me: whatever goodnight twink

jake: nighty night

I left him on read and got up, making my way into my bedroom. of course, the one thing I forgot to do was make my bed. you could still see the way the covers were twisted from where me and johnnie laid. I smiled softly to myself, sitting down on the bed and undressing.

my phone went off once more. I rolled my eyes, assuming it was jake coming back to bully me more. i picked up my phone off the night stand and read the message I had gotten.

mom: hey honey! how have you been? me and your father will be coming to town in March to check on you and the cafe. well see you soon! miss you bunches.

I didn't bother opening the message, internally groaning at the thought of having to see my parental figures for more than a day. every time they visited, they'd stay around a week and constantly harass me. it always messed up my whole schedule, and now it'd be even worse with johnnie, jake, and Tara in my life. I wouldn't hear the end of it from them. I'd get my ear chewed off by them, saying my friends are weird or stupid shit that wasn't true. if they weren't the perfect people, then they were nobody to my parents. it was dissapointing to me, and honestly embarrassing. i tossed my phone onto the nightstand and placed my hands over my face, sighing loudly. my phone vibrated loudly, startling me out of my exasperated state. i groaned, assuming it was someone i wouldn't be very happy talking to. i let it ring a little longer before reading the caller ID. my phone read "johnnie." i flew out of my bed, snatching my phone. i answered his face time call after making sure my hair wasn't a mess.

"hello?" johnnies raspy voice came through the phone, making me face heat up. he was close to the camera, i was only able to see his nose and eyes.

"Hi, johnnie." I smiled, matching his camera angle. "what's up?"

"I'm bored and playing fortnite alone." he said, propping his phone up.

"oh shit, I've never really played fortnite." I admitted.

"we gotta change that." he smirked. "i'll have to teach you how to play next time you come over."

i smiled, "okay."

it went silent for a bit, allowing me to examine his makeup. he had streaks of eyeliner coming down one eye with bright blue eyeshadow around and on his eyelid. somehow, he noticed me staring. he obviously had an amazing eye, considering we were on the phone and not in person. "what?" he giggled, a light blush showing through his makeup.

"i don't know, i like your makeup." i looked at the ceiling instead of the phone, laying down to get comfortable. i propped my phone up on my nightstand.

"really?" his smile grew, "you should let me do yours sometime. i mean, i usually don't like doing other peoples, but i think it'd be fun with you."

i wondered what made me different than anyone else, but i didn't bother asking. i rubbed my eyes and muttered, "sounds fun."

"you tired?" he asked, his whole demeanor changing as i heard shooting coming from the background. his hands fondled with the controller swiftly as he fought the other player. his eyebrows scrunched together as he focused, his smiling dropping.

"i mean, yeah." i laughed at him. "that seems intense."

he tossed his hands up in the air in defeat. "what the fuck, dude." i continued to laugh at him, causing him to look at the phone. "wow."

"i'm sorry, it's just funny as fuck seeing you like this." i explained, gently closing my eyes.

he rolled his eyes playfully. "whatever." he had a small smile on his face as he loaded into the next match. "you know what else would be fun?"

"hm?"

"if we went to a concert together." he pondered. "have you ever been to a concert before?"

"no, just school concerts." i said. "who would we even go see?"

"i don't know. my chemical romance, really whoever's in town." he paused. "that we like."

"well, obviously. you like my chemical romance?" i asked, surprised.

"is it not obvious?" he giggled.

i rolled my eyes. "whatever. mcr is one of my favorite bands, though. i never hear about anyone who likes them anymore."

"i love them too." he smiled at me.

the silence began to lull me to sleep, along with johnnies presence on the other side of the phone. my eyes began to feel heavy, and i eventually fell asleep.

#fanfiction #fanfic #cafe aesthetic #cafe #johnnie guilbert #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #jake webber #tara yummy

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sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully · 1 year

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it's me, the whore. you know who i am. (i'm using anon for deniability)

Could you do Wally Darling x Insomniac!Reader pwetty pwease? *cutely flutters eyelashes* I think it'd be cute to have them having a little sleepover, maybe do each other's hair and nails and shit :squishy: ALSO thinly veiled mutual crushes.......... maybe stare out the window at the stars together and subconsciously hold hands then get all flustered when they realize... yeah...... queers........

ew…. Gay person on my blog….. /j (hi Sammy) (your deniability doesn’t work when you MESSAGED IN OUR SERVER ABOUT SENDING THIS— you’re lucky I’m such a kind fellow! So dear and merry! So sweet! Or else I’d post the proof and ruin you to my Two Followers (one of which you are)!! You better behave, BUCKO!!!!! /j)

But yes! Yes I can! Points at and laughs. /j

Slumbern’t Party!!

Wally Darling x GN!Insomniac!Reader !

Drabble format, pre-established (romantic) unconfessed crushes!

It was the middle of the night, the sleepy little neighbourhood deep into it’s slumber by now. The sky hung sweet and deep above, cloaking the town in a comfortable dark hue dappled by stars. It was a pleasant summer night, the occasional warm breeze slicing through the ever so slightly slightly chilled air.

With their window creaked open to let the soothing breeze in, currently sprawled out on their hardwood floor, was our dear, little Y/N. Insomniac nights are so fun, aren’t they (/sar)? They had laid upside down in bed, with a pillow— without a pillow, no blankets— every blanket. They had tossed and turned, before eventually trying the floor— and yet again; with pillows, without; with blankets, without. Upside down, right side up (is there such a thing as a ‘right side up’ when you lay on the floor..?), spinning around! It simply was no use, though. No matter how long they laid in silence, eyes screwed shut, slumber simply just would not dawn upon them. With a soft groan, slowly pushing themself up off the floor, they’d frown to themself. They didn’t necessarily have anywhere to be tomorrow, no, but.. still, the inability to sleep can be a frustrating thing— maybe even nerve-wracking. And, now? They had finally hit the breaking point of simply giving up. Perhaps getting up, and moving around, might help…

Quickly, though, it was as if a light bulb had flickered up over their head! They had lovely friends in the neighbourhood, surely.. maybe one of them, was up?

Ah, no, no,.. one cannot go knocking on doors at..— what time was it? Their head would swivel around, before shrugging— at whatever time it was. Impolite, impolite.. Soon, though, their gaze would land onto the phone nestled sweetly into the corner as a new idea rose to mind.

Wally Darling, no other, had.. well, found out about their troubles! From the stamped, dark eyebags nestled underneath the lovely Y/N’s gaze, to how— mysteriously— they’d be up before everyone else some days.. and then be the last to show up, sometimes not even appearing until near evening, others. To say your sleep schedule went unnoticed by him would be a lie— and, some days ago, he had approached you about it.

You were curled up on a bench when he approached you, staring blearily into the distance— exhaustion having abruptly caught up to you. Why, it even made it hard to think, a little.. how unpleasant. Soon, though, you were lulled out of your daze— just a tad— by a soft, concerned voice and a careful tap to the shoulder.

“Neighbour.. heelllooo..? Heellloooo?.. Are.. you there?”

You soon came face to face with Wally, who was looking at you with quite a bit of concern, cupping one of his own cheeks as his other hand held his lifted arm. He was doing that one pose, that concerned mothers do.. haha!

“There you are,..” His voice rang soft and sweet, a certain tenderness to it as he spoke, “.. what happened, friend? Were you watching the clouds?”

From there, you sat him down— explaining to him your insomnia, and just.. how you didn’t sleep well— and you hadn’t, not really, for the past few days. Though his concern read.. somewhat clear on his face— his smile dampened a bit, and his brows furrowed— he nodded along, carefully.

“Does.. anything help.. you on.. those nights?”

You rolled your shoulders in a shrug, lifting a hand to rub your eye.

“I see,..” He seemed to contemplate for a moment, before placing a felt hand on your arm with his signature, kind of dopey, smile. “Well.. if you ever want company.. on those nights, I’m always available, neighbour..!”

You smiled a bit to yourself, soon shuffling towards the phone. If he hadn’t meant the offer, he wouldn’t have proposed, right..? Wally wasn’t the type to play people pleaser, and he certainly never proposed something he didn’t mean!.. As far as you knew.. So, with slight hesitance, you began to roll in his number on the circular number pad. Soon, you held the phone up to your ear; soon, a small click could be heard; soon, a sort of hummed mumble slipped through the phone.

“Mmm,.. hellooo..?” He waited for a second, before you could hear the brief inhale he’d give before he would, typically, lull out another greeting— and you beat him to talking, first. You explained, he listened— seemingly yawning a few times as you spoke— and he soon gave his signature “ha ha ha!” through the receiver. Though, it was notably softened, maybe even a bit higher pitched..?.. likely due to him being, well, sleepy.

“I can.. come over, sure..” He’d trail off to yawn again, before humming, “.. is it.. a sleepover?”

You could tell he was joking, at least.. he probably was?— But either way, you said sure! Yeah! It’s a sleepover. I mean.. who sleeps at sleepovers, anyways? Your response lulled another soft bout of his laughter out of him.

“Okay, neighbour.. I’ll be over soon.. I have to tell—“ Yet again, he’d be cut off by a yawn. He sure did that a lot, huh? “— Home.. I’ll see you soooon..”

With that, the line clicked dead— and you soon poised yourself by your front door, somewhat anxiously. Each minute ticked by agonizingly slow until you heard the soft rasping of.. knuckles..?.. on your door. You’d lunge to your feet, quickly pulling it open— to reveal a.. surprisingly unkept Wally. His hair was let down, messily shoved into the vague shape of his pompadour, and he was wearing his usual clothing!.. Just very messily put on. To be frank, he still looked half asleep as he, uhm, blinked one eye at a time up at you.

“.. Hellooo..” His smile widened as he greeted you, staring up at you.. blissfully? You couldn’t quite tell, “.. Can I come innn?”

Quickly, you side step and let him in— of course! And he soon makes himself at home, settling onto your couch. His smile looked.. especially dopey, right now, as he just.. somewhat buffered before looking to you.

“So.. what do you.. want to do?”

You kind of.. full stop, buffering. Ah, shoot, what hell did you want to do? Your gaze flickers around quickly for a moment to try and figure it out before— oh!.. Slowly grinning, you’d point to his hair. He took a moment to understand what you mean, before defensively— though playfully— placing his hands over his.. mess of a pompadour.

“My hair.. my beautiful hair, no..” He’d trail off, before whispering out another bout of laughter. Next thing you both knew, you were sat in front of him— brushing down his hair.. basically down onto his face, due to where it was long and where it was short. He just say there, staring at you silently from behind the drapes of blue, as you worked.

After un-doing all the knots his.. horrific attempt at a hairstyle had made— did he not wear his bonnet tonight??— you’d soon brush it back, beginning to braid it. And Wally simply just.. sat there, letting you play with his hair. He’d eventually shut his eyes, kind of just sitting there like a cat getting groomed— looking rather content! It was a cute view, but you focused more on his hair— carefully twirling the sectioned off strands into smooth braids. It was calming, and you slowly felt your exhaustion ebb back into you. Your eyelids grew heavy as you tied off the last braid, holding a content smile. As you told him you were done, he’d lift a hand to feel over the work— as he had no mirror (how woeful!)— he’d soon hum, pleased.

“Thank you, friend.. ha ha ha!” He sounded less half-awake now, soon giving a small stretch as his arms lifted over his head. “What next?”

With that, you began to do a handful of activities— including forcing (/j) Wally to paint your nails a lovely glittery blue, and after a lot of chaotic smudging and trying to let the nails dry— you soon did his, in turn, painting them a lipstick red. As you grew more relaxed, though, he seemed to only wake up more— though he was still calm, and slow paced— as he always was. He was so pleasant to be around, in general… ah.

Eventually, you found yourself seated on your sofa close beside him— which was placed near your window. You had been seated in comfortable silence for a good moment, now, Wally idly looking out the window— though.. not actually, no, he was very much still staring at you. His gaze would just advert to the window each time you looked over— not that you.. noticed. You were much more akin to how he was when he had first arrived; half-awake. Without thinking, you’d lean back onto the couch— and somewhat onto him. He didn’t seem bothered, though, his smile instead widening as he looked down at you.

“.. Finally tired, friend?”

You nodded, still not really aware you were so close to him until you— abruptly— felt his arm loop around your shoulders. You felt your face warm a bit, but he was just being friendly, surely. And the contact wasn’t unwelcome, anyhow..

“Then sleep.” He didn’t speak it like it was a command, his voice still tender and sweet— and either way, you didn’t exactly have it in you to disobey. Nor did you want to.

Hesitantly, you’d lean into his touch with an incoherent hum— probably some kind of reply, though you couldn’t form the words. As you drifted off, you didn’t get to see the way he held you a bit closer, or smiled a bit wider. His large, doe eyes trained on you as he simply just.. admired. A very friendly activity, yes! Just friend things, here (/j)!

This had been a pleasant sleepover. At least, in his opinion it had been. Any time spent with you, dear, was pleasant, at least to him. Always.

So… it wasn’t hand holding….. HAHA!! I hope you don’t mind I went a more cuddly route :] cuddles are nice HEHE

Tell me how Moon feels /ij

also how dare this prompt be the one that wrings the MOST writing out of me!! How dare!! Scandalous!! /j

Also I’m going to proof read this, later. Right now, I’d just like to post it- haha!!

Edit : it has been proof read! Wooo!

Thank you for requesting!! <3 /p

#wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home wally darling #welcome home #x reader #reader insert #drabble #sighsdeeplyanddreadfully

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lovejosephquinn · 2 years

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What if Joe goes on a trip with reader their family and the whole time reader won't let him kiss her on the mouth or anything bc she doesn't want to do that with her family around and its driving him crazy bc she won't let him touch her or do anything else at all so he keeps trying when they have a moment alone or before bed and she just keeps refusing until one night she caves and let's him but her younger cousins (around their very early 20s) hear them and make little jokes only they would get infront of her parents

Pleassseee, I can just imagine Joe's face looking like this at reader when she denies him for the 50th time HAHA - this isn't my best writing, but I hope you enjoy :))

Slight smut mentions so Under 18's DNI x

Thanks for requesting honey x

You'd spent the last 6 days away at a beautiful quaint little city in Spain with Joe and your family, the word family being your parents, your auntie and uncle and your two younger cousins that were basically adults themselves. It had also been the most painful of situations due to the fact you were in a recently new relationship and Joe wanted full PDA with you all of the time and you were just not into your parents or any of them for that matter seeing such a thing.

Sure, the honeymoon period was a certainly a thing and when you were alone you were at it like rabbits, but you couldn't handle your overly horny and needy boyfriend wanting you at every stage of the day on this occasion. He'd always seem to try to kiss you, or edge his arms around your waist, the littlest thing you'd done was let him hold your hand, you weren't embarrassed you just had more respect for your family seeing you in that way, which you weren't exactly used to.

The night before you were due to catch a flight home, you and Joe left your family to go up to the shared apartment you were all in, he had stressed to you out on the balcony that he was getting annoyed by your lack of affection and needed you so bad, so you gave up in the end with his whining and decided to make out that you weren't feeling too good and insisted Joe would look after you and that they need not worry and to simply enjoy their last night. He gave everyone a thorough nod and bid everyone goodnight.

The minute you stepped into the apartment Joe threw a solid look and you had come to know exactly what that meant. "Thank fuck for that." he cursed under his breath, you barely closing the door as his lips caught yours in an instant. The kiss was particularly heated and sloppy due to the delay of letting it happen and the fact he was only receiving small pecks goodnight for the time being, every other time the kiss was this intense, it'd lead to you being bent over and fucked hard. Not that you were complaining in any way, your boyfriend was sight to behold during those times.

You'd been lifted up and carried straight into your room, kicking the door shut with his foot as he tossed you down onto the bed, your dominant man fully in play. He was aching for you. If you didn't know Joe, he appeared as a shy and very innocent person which at times was generally correct, but the dark horse in him came out every now and then and that was one of the many reasons you loved him.

You were both too busy to notice that your cousins had come back into the apartment to come to bed, leaving the other grown-ups to their conversations. They stopped in their tracks when they could hear Joe giving you the spanking of your life for denying him for almost a week, followed by muffled whimpers coming from your room when he was pounding the shit out of you and holding your head down into the pillow just incase anyone came back. Sure precautions were being met but you both weren't doing a very good job at being quiet.

You knew full well they had heard you that next day when you sat around the table eating breakfast. They kept making small whimpering noises and clapping their hands together loudly and sniggering at the both of you. You shook your head in realisation and gestured for them both to shut the hell up.

"Are you feeling better? Did you both get some good sleep last night, Y/N?"

You nodded, smiling sheepishly to your dad.

"Yeah, Joe made sure of that." One of your cousins piped up as you kicked your foot into theirs.

"What do they mean?"

Joe's eyes were firmly planted on his food trying not to look at anyone out of pure worry. Sure, you were both consenting adults and allowed to do whatever you wanted, but that wasn't the point.

"Nothing!" your dad carried on with his breakfast and the moment he looked away you shot your cousins a threatening look.

Of course, you'd get caught.

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TSAMS AUs and Designs masterpost

My Lord Eclipse AU, aka "Centiclipse" and "Sunvant"

This AU is, at its core, entirely self-indulgent. I like a character that is scary and tall and has a lot of arms and could kill me. So, naturally, I made Lord Eclipse a little freak and put him into a, like, 50-100 ft long centipede body.

There's no exact story line either, I have a very loose set-up and it can go in any direction at any time as long as I feel like it'd be cool! The only thing I can say for sure is that there is a slow, multi-year long process of Eclipse being loved by all his followers to Eclipse becoming such a shut-in that people doubt if he's even still alive.

You can find the post that started it all here, and everything related to Centiclipse here and everything related to Sunvant here!

It Runs Deeper, aka "no one dies and everyone gets better" AU

OKAY SO LIKE. I don't wanna say too much because this AU does, in fact, have a set story and HOPEFULLY will become a full fanfic someday, but the biggest detail rn is that the canon MOSTLY derails after Eclipse gets the star for the first time. There's changes before that too, since no one dies, but thats where it REALLY changes.

What I will ideally achieve with this story is that I splay every character's heart and soul and brain on the ground for everyone to see and they all have to confront hard and painful truths about themselves and the people around them. Whether they like it or not.

They are my beloveds and I think about them forever <3

Evil Lumini AU

Does this count? I want it to count. Evil Lunar AU except the astral bodies are accounted for and this leads to Lunara and Gemini having constant gayass fights because unfortunately that's the kinda dynamic I love.

The first post me and my mutual made where we tossed around ideas for it is here and pretty much everything else related to it is probably going to be under #evil lunar x gemini. They're fucked up and its wonderful to me ok?

Misc

My Eclipse in a time loop AU that you will only ever hear me talk about in passing through blorbocore reblogs and this post because my mutual asked me.

My silly little Lord Lunar design that is just extremely blatantly Ranni from Elden Ring's outfit slapped onto a different blorbo.

Plus, this old Lord Lunar + Servant Eclipse design I used for a silly Centiclipse shitpost.

And thats all for now I think. good day o7

#pinned post #tsams au

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dreamqueenkala · 2 years

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JOKESTER

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WARNINGS: Mentions of Alcohol; Making-Out; Oral(Male Receiving); Biting/Marking; Teasing; Submissive!Dylan; Anal Penetration; Unprotected Sex

Male Reader x Dylan Lenivy

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Another night to be spent around the firepit and I was already dreading it. It'd been a long fucking day at camp. As the security counselor, it was my job to protect the kids from potential harm, including each other. Unfortunately, kids their age fought. A lot. That meant bruises and scratches in places I wouldn't typically get them unless attempting to restrain a kid throwing a fit over crayons during art with Abigail.

I had a massive headache, there were fresh bandages wrapped around my right bicep and a small patch on my cheek, a bruise was forming around the left side of my rib cage and my back fucking ached. I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was go to sleep a little early since the kids were on the island with Chris Hackett and Nurse Kelly for a 'survival' task. I was so grateful for one day off. Just one.

And then Emma found me outside the pool house, having just taken a fresh shower. She cornered me near the entrance with the full intent to guilt trip me into spending time with her. She did this often, and I unfortunately adored her preppy outgoing self. She was like the little sister I never had.

However, she forgot to mention hanging out with her meant hanging out with everyone else tonight. More specifically, hanging out with my crush. Yup. That's right. I had a crush on one of the counselors. Surprising? I know. Never thought I'd see the day I liked someone.

But this wasn't just a crush either. I was desperately in love with the guy. His soft chocolate locks, his doe brown eyes and and his dorky half smile. His stupid jokes and his stupidly brilliant mind. Those hard abs, long legs, and wide, athletic hips. All it took was a smile my way for me to melt like putty. I wanted him. I adored him. And damn did he make me fucking horny.

What? I can't help it. I've got needs and they just so happen to revolve around one guy in particular. His name is Dylan Lenivy, and he is the quirkiest, sweetest, funniest and smartest guy I've ever met. It was only month two, and we'd made it a habit of hanging out all together one way or another every week. We hadn't done something together this week just yet but it seemed that was to change tonight.

With a groan, I changed into a pair of black sweats, my boots and a baby blue v-neck short sleeve, ruffling my (h/c) locks lightly. I yawned slightly as I exited the cabin I shared with Jacob, moving towards the firepit. Nick, Ryan, Emma and Kaitlyn were already there chatting and stoking the flames. I sat beside Emma, my closest friend here, and she smiled at me.

Turning to face me, she grinned, showing off her pearly white teeth. "So."

I quirked a brow, my voice hoarse with fatigue as I replied. "So...?"

"You gonna fuck him?" I choked on my spit and smacked her arm, eliciting a giggle of glee from the blonde. "Oh come on! The sexual tension between you two is practically howling."

"Yeah, dude, Dylan's got his legs spread for you." Kaitlyn chipped in from the other side of the fire near Ryan.

"Fucking shit, shut up, good God." I groaned, covering my face with my palms.

"Hey, man, literally all of us can see it." Nick piped up, grinning playfully. "Shoot your shot, mate."

I groaned and tossed my head back, my (e/c) eyes catching sight of three figures walking towards the firepit, the largest of the three carrying a huge wine cooler. Jacob grinned as he joined us, followed shortly by Dylan and Abi carrying snacks.

"Yo dudes! Got the beer!" He cheered, and we joined in as he handed out bottles. I gratefully accepted a bottle, popping the cap with my key ring and tipping it back.

"Oh my god, I needed that." I grunted with a sigh of relief, cracking my neck as I rested the bottle against my knee. My head still throbbed slightly but it had already begun to grow numb, replaced by the soft buzzing of the alcohol in my system. Sitting up straight, I gazed around the group, watching everyone shuffle into place. Jacob took the spot on Emma's other side, Abi next to him followed by Nick, then Ryan, Kaitlyn and Dylan. Now with everyone present, we settled for mostly idle chatter and jokes.

It'd been about an hour since we'd started and I was feeling plenty buzzed, which made me very bold. I giggled at something Emma said, completely oblivious to the doe-like brown eyes watching me from across the fire, a small grin on the owners face. Emma clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention to her.

"Alright! Now that we're all at least somewhat intoxicated, let's get to some party games, yeah?" She hummed, smiling with delight at the cheers she received. Kaitlyn and Emma shared a look and a grin, the former taking the wine cooler and setting it between the open area of the circle, an empty bottle laid on top.

"Spin the bottle? Really?" Ryan didn't seem to like the idea, scoffing at the implied party game. "Yeah, I'll sit this one out."

"Party pooper." Kaitlyn pouted, but nonetheless the game began. It went around the circle twice before myself, Dylan or Emma received a turn. The bottle, now spun by Jacob, landed on me. I smiled and offered the big teddy-bear of a guy a hug before spinning the bottle myself. It spun round four times before coming to a stop, my gaze following its neck til my (e/c) eyes met brown. My breathe caught in my throat and I had to bite my lip to hide a smile.

"Dylan! Kiss the man already!" Emma encouraged, urging the brunette to stand. He did so hesitantly, moving to sit beside me on the edge of the log. He smiled, though it was awkward, that same half-smile he did when he was nervous that absolutely drove me nuts.

"Hi."

"Hi." I cooed softly, setting my beer down in the grass. His doe eyes gazed at me so shyly, so innocently, I felt my heart skip a beat. His cheeks were slightly flushed, whether from embarrassment or the alcohol, I couldn't tell. His tongue swiped over his lower lip, my eyes following the movement with hitched breathes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he didn't get the chance. A soft gasp left him as my lips met his abruptly, my hand caressing his hip lightly as I drew him in. I tuned out the cheers and the catcalls thrown our way, solely focused on the boy in front of me.

His fingers curled into my shirt as I coiled my arms around his waist, guiding him into my lap. His fingers moved up to thread into my hair, tugging at the soft (h/c) strands lightly. My tongue pressed against his, caressing it so gently as my teeth gnawed at his lower lip. My thumbs pressed into his thighs lightly, guiding him forward over my lap. A sharp groan left me and we parted, a thin string of saliva linking us together.

Panting, I gazed up at the flushed boy in my lap, smiling affectionately. Glancing around the group, I stood up, hoisting the male into my arms with general ease. "Goodnight you freakzoids!" I called over my shoulder, ignoring their laughter as Dylan clung to me. His arms were coiled around my neck and he was gazing up at me in both awe and surprise, anxiety bubbling in our bellies.

"I adore you, Dyl." He perked up at that as I carried him to my cabin, carefully opening the door before setting him down. "I mean it. I adore your smile and your stupid jokes and how smart you are. I adore seeing you laugh and seeing you smile when someone makes you happy, even in the smallest way." As I spoke, I crept towards the tall boy with adoration and lust in my eyes, pinning him to the bunk. He swallowed thickly, gazing down at me slightly due to the small height difference. His pupils were blown and his breathing staggered, his fingers twitching as he reached up to cup my face in his hands.

"(N/N)..."

"I adore everything about you, Dylan. I adore you." I hadn't realized I was crying until I sniffled, burying my face in one of his palms. His grasp drew me closer and he pressed a sweet kiss to my temple, nuzzling my nose with his.

"I adore you, too, (Y/N)." His lips met mine again, this time more fervently, aggressively. His lips sucked on my tongue, eliciting a sharp groan from me. My hands caressed his body, tugging at his shirt and lifting it over his head. My shirt followed, tossed across the cabin til morning. His hands caressed my pecs and abs, tracing the bruises on my rib cage lightly. "I'm sorry." He murmured, leaning in to pepper kisses over the yellowing flesh. I gasped and hummed, tugging him up by the back of his neck to kiss him again. My fingers traced down his bare torso and tugged lightly at his shorts dragging them along with his boxers down to his knees.

I pushed him to lay down on the low bunk, clambering over him. I kissed his jaw and guided kisses down his torso, breathing hot against his erection. It twitched and throbbed slightly at the cool air, a soft whimper leaving his lips. I gazed up at him with a smile, extending my tongue and caressing the head of his cock lightly. Dylan gasped and his hips bucked involuntarily, his fingers digging into the bedsheets.

"F-Fuck, (Y/N)!" I grinned, suckling at the head as my cheeks hollowed and my fingers caressed his base. My eyes fell closed as I took him slowly deeper, my nose brushing his pubes lightly as he bottomed out down my throat. I could hear him whimpering and mewling, the sound muffled by the hand he'd placed over his mouth. His hips twitched and shuddered, resisting the urge to buck against my face. I continued to suck him off for a short while, toying with him before I pulled away.

Panting, he gazed down at me with slightly teary brown eyes, gripping the pillow his head rested on. "(Y/N) please." He murmured. I leaned forward to kiss him, my fingers kneading the flesh of his ass. "N-No, you don't have to..."

"I need to prep you, Dyl."

"N-No, I mean...I've a-already done that." I paused, leaning back to gaze down at him with surprise, finding his shy expression absolutely adorable. Chuckling, I peppered light kisses to his cheeks and nose, slipping my sweats and boxers down slowly. His breathing hitched slightly as my bulbous tip pressed against his ass, his eyes widening at the sight. "Y-You're big."

I snorted softly, mouthing at his pulse point along his throat lightly, rubbing the head around his rim. "I'll be gentle." After he nodded, I pressed my hips ever so gently against his own. The head slipped past his entrance and elicited a short cry from the thinner boy. I gritted my teeth and nipped at his pulse point lightly, sinking deeper til I was buried about halfway. Dylan's arms coiled around my shoulders, hugging me close as he trembled beneath me, his toes curled and his knees bent. I gave him a moment to breathe and relax, settling for just enjoying the soft mewl he made everytime I kissed or nipped at his throat and collarbone.

"So beautiful." I mumbled, punctuating the compliment with a thrust of my hips. Dylan gasped, back arching slightly as I continued to roll my hips, cradling him close with my face buried in his neck. "Mine. All mine."

"Y-Yours, (Y/N). I love you." I smiled and leaned back, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before doing so. I shifted his legs so they were wrapped around my waist, pressing myself ever deeper into him.

"I love you, too." Dylan screamed as I bucked forward, the head of my cock hitting his prostate right off the bat. His nails dug into my back and shoulders, raking harsh pink lines down my (s/c) skin that elicited hisses of pleasure from me. I leaned back, sitting upright for a better angle as I railed him into the bunk, the frame creaking oddly with each rock.

"F-Fuck, you're so tight, Dyl. My baby." The brunette mewled and keened at my words, reaching up to cup my face and drag me back down for another kiss. This one was messy, wet and desperate, teeth clashing as he sucked on my tongue and nibbled at my lip.

"P-Please, f-fuck, please!" He repeated this demand like a mantra, a sign he was growing ever closer. I reached down and grasped his cock in my hand, stroking him gently in time with my thrusts. His lips parted and he cried out, hips bucking and body shuddering as his chest heaved, thick spurts of sticky white warmth coating my fist and dripping over his abdomen. I thrusted a few more times as he clamped around me, bursting inside him as I sucked a mark into his throat. We both shuddered, clinging to each other for a long moment, then he chuckled softly.

"That's one way to ask me out." I snorted and kissed his cheek, reaching under my bunk for the towel i used to shower earlier on.

"Yeah yeah, shut up and let me clean you, babe." I loved this man more than anything, especially when he laughed and smiled so brightly. Dylan was my boyfriend, my love, my light.

My little jokester.

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Heeeeello! This is not my team, but could I request hmmm Wanderer, Albedo, Xiao and Aether if that's not too troublesome? ^^

send your genshin team!

omg it's aether and his harem hehehe thanks for the ask and hope you enjoy!

who’s the most ticklish character

This one's really hard because they're all ticklish babies, but I'm going go with Scara because I think it'd be really funny if the biggest ler of the group is also the most sensitive one and he has a love/hate relationship with it because being the most sensitive means he gets tickled a lot and gives him that attention he needs but also he's constantly teased for it

who’s the character that most people would assume isn't ticklish, but actually is

Changed this question because all genshin characters are ticklish i know this because i'm literally mihoyo's ceo Scara because he's a literal puppet but he has nerve endings like the rest of us hehehe Also Xiao because he tends to want nothing to do with tickling and is just standoffish at a glance, so people just assume that he isn't. If someone asks him, he'll kinda just brush it off, but he won't try to sway their opinion one way or the other. Ironically, Scara is the mouthiest about trying to convince people he's not ticklish, which just leads them to believe otherwise

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

Xiao! When he notices Scara tickling Aether, he'll try and sneak out of the room unnoticed, only to be stopped by Albedo at the doorway. It doesn't help that his body freezes up when he's tickled (he's like a possum that plays dead except he's laughing so it doesn't work lmao) Okay lksadjfklsad like imagine Albedo cornering Xiao while Scara and Aether are busy tickle fighting and Albedo is just lightly circling his thumbs up Xiao's sides and almost gets to his underarms but not quite because Xiao will shriek if he does and Xiao is heavy breathing and trying to control his giggles because he knows that if he's too loud then Aether and Scara will hear him and come over and start tickling him too and he's not sure he can handle three lers at once and Albedo knows this very well and looks at Xiao all smug and he leans down and whispers something like "be careful... not too loud or they might just notice you" and every time Albedo's thumbs traverse up his sides they get just the tiniest bit closer each time and Xiao has to screw his eyes shut to focus on not going into full-blown laughter and it doesn't help that he can hear Aether and Scara's own laughter in the background because it makes him wanna laugh too

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

Aether because they're all his boyfriends and he knows and loves them very well! This is a double-edged sword though because if one of them wants to know another's tickle spots, they just have to tickle it out of Aether. Also, since they're all his boyfriends, it means they all know and love him very well lmao

who’s the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about

Aether is the only one to know about Albedo's diamond spot on his neck being his most ticklish spot because that's his special spot that he likes to give kissies to just to hear Albedo laugh. Sometimes, though, he'll tease Albedo about telling the others just to watch the little panic briefly flicker through his eyes hehe

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

This one's hard but I can tell you who would lose: Xiao! I think it'd be a toss-up between Albedo and Scara. Albedo is a naturally skilled ler and I think Scara would be very aggressive and not give up till he's on the brink of passing out lol

which character has a kink for tickling

You cannot convince me Albedo wouldn't have a tickle kink lmao this is the headcanon I hope to take with me to my grave

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

Probably Scara because of the whole puppet thing. He was pretty much a loner when he joined at first, but Aether tried to warm him up to the group with tickles and at first he hated it, but now it's something he's come to enjoy even though he won't admit it

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

ALBEDO AND SCARA because Albedo is very smug and cool and level-headed and Scara is very cocky and I think Scara would easily be taunted into a tickle fight with Albedo and lose like 9/10 out of ten but they're like shonen manga rivals and are constantly at it LOL Also, I don't think Xiao is very good at tickling but I think he'd be more comfortable with tickling others around Aether and Aether will purposefully lose just to let him win!

#aether #xiao #albedo #scaramouche #genshin impact #tickling #also i’m manifesting this team for you one day!

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Urg, I saw someone saying that the cutting off the toe etc. thing is a proportional, normal punishment for a captain to inflict on someone who was insubordinate. But this all happened right after Ed was talking about how he doesn't even want to be a pirate anymore! It's total bullshit to be all 'Ed has to be tough as a pirate captain to keep Izzy in line' when Ed has been blatantly neglecting his captain responsibilities all season while Izzy has been unfailingly loyal until the Trying to Kill Stede incidents. Is Ed a soft widdle baby being wronged by Izzy or is he a tough pirate captain??? Uaaaaahhhhh

I don't have a gif of Rogelio De La Vega going, "Inhala, exhala," from Jane the Virgin, and my tethered internet is far too slow for me to go find one, but please know I wanted to start this response with that gif, if it exists.

Inhala, exhala.

It is not a proportional, normal punishment for a captain to inflict. If it was, surely most of Ed's crew would be limping or missing limbs, or they would have said something earlier like Roach would've said, "I sewed my shoulder up once when my captain tried to sever my arm off for mouthing off!"

Also, Wee John laughs at Izzy in 1x09 and Izzy (who is clearly very sensitive about being laughed at and called names like Izzy The Spewer etc, else he would not have been concerned enough about Lucius telling the others the nickname that he let him off the job he wanted him to get done) and Izzy says no rations for a week. He doesn't storm over there and fight him, or tell Fang or Ivan to go maim him for it. Or even to punch him! If it's proportional, then surely Wee John laughing at Izzy would be, ehh, 50% let's say of what Izzy said to Ed. Proportionally speaking. So maybe Wee John should have been beaten up a little? Nothing permanent, but a physical reminder?

But, no, that isn't what happened. That is not how it went, because it's not normal or proportional, and it definitely wasn't proportional at all even within the context of the scene in question!!

Furthermore, the "Ed has to be tough as a pirate captain to keep Izzy in line" is........off-base, somewhat? Izzy isn't really out of line? He's saying that the person Ed is becoming (who is actively not a fucking pirate captain, mind. He's actively pulling away from that position) is not the person Izzy signed on to serve. Which is fucking true. Izzy signed on to serve Blackbeard and Edward, not this odd Stede Bonnet version of Ed who wants to put on talent shows and shit like that.

It'd be like Izzy working at a garage for 17 years of his life, and he and his boss, Edward, spend all their time repairing trucks and cars and working on engines. It's what Izzy and Ed are good at, and they're really successful at it, to the point everyone in the area bring their cars to them, and some even come from far out of town because they know Ed and Izzy are the best!

And then Ed meets Stede and Izzy comes back to find that Ed has overhauled the entire automobile garage and turned it into a florist's shop.

Izzy is well within his rights to be like, "I'm not working at a florist?? I'm not interested in flowers? What the FUCK is this? I have loyally worked here for seventeen years of my god forsaken life, I've threatened inspectors who tried to shut us down, I've intimidated clients who wanted to undercut us, I tossed a brick through a competitor's window all for you, and now you're quitting it and turning my life's work into a florist as well? What the fuck?"

He's especially well within those rights considering this bit here:

Do we, Edward? Do we really? You just gave him explicit permission to say whatever the fuck he wants to you, because we talk it through like a crew, because we share our thoughts on this ship, and when you couldn't hack how he was feeling, you took it out on him.

Like, seriously. Do we share our thoughts on this ship or not, Ed?

Ed has been blatantly neglecting his captain responsibilities all season while Izzy has been unfailingly loyal until the Trying to Kill Stede incidents. Is Ed a soft widdle baby being wronged by Izzy or is he a tough pirate captain???

And ohhh, my god yes. And honestly, nonnie, I have said this before and I will repeat it forever I really will: Izzy attempting to kill Stede was a continuation of his unfailing loyalty. Maybe his emotions and jealousy were clouding his judgement, but he genuinely thought that Stede was hurting Edward, and as I've said before: Stede fucking agrees with him!!!

Izzy tries to have Stede killed for the same reason Stede takes off in 1x09: Stede has brought history's greatest pirate to ruin. What Edward has become is a fate worse than death and honestly I don't actually disagree; Ed is basically chameleoning himself into his perception of Stede, rather than breaking free of Blackbeard to become his own person. When he says it's nice to "just be Ed" he's actually kinda just being Stede a little. And the worst part is, it isn't even really Stede he's being.

If we take it at (head hurting) face value that it's been at max six weeks since Ed saved Stede's life, no matter how close they've gotten, there is no way that they've passed through the crushy phase of seeing each other with rose tinted glasses (which is honestly I think what the show is saying, somewhat, in 1x09 and 1x10: Stede doesn't know what a fucking monster Ed can be, but he needs to learn so that he can love all of him. Ed didn't know what a horrible, selfish piece of shit Stede can be, but he needs to learn, so he can love all of him. They have to see each other, warts and all, to truly love and be loved, not just be holding up masks to one another), the version of Ed that is presented in the red robe before he chokes Izzy, is the person Ed thinks he wants to be, because he's trying (not consciously, I don't think) to be Stede (likely because he misses him, and it's a way of keeping him with him).

It is a fate worse than death for Ed to be this person because this isn't Ed. It isn't Ed, it isn't Edward, it isn't Blackbeard. It's a shade formed from grief and pain and a desperate desire to run from his problems and boredom rather than figuring out how to solve those problems constructively. He's a shell wandering around with a fake personality and Izzy can see that. Maybe Izzy is more pissed off that he's all soft and squishy than just A Shell, but Izzy is definitely also picking up that Ed is just... wrong.

I think it would have been more acceptable had Ed not been trying to drag everyone down with him? He's trying to quit the pirate life, but because he's the captain he has the power (which, again, relates back to what I was saying about OFMD being about power; who wields it over who and what they do with it when they have it, as does the fact he says "Wonderful! We share our thoughts on this ship" and then when Izzy says something he doesn't like, strikes out against him in multiple ways; this is a massive abuse of power) and thusly if he quits, he's un-pirating everyone around him too, and with that he's risking all their lives and livelihoods.

Izzy says some shitty things and he makes Ed cry and that's awful, but the things he says aren't exactly incorrect or out of place, and the fact Edward actually encourages him to share his thoughts and then punishes him for doing exactly that (while already, canonically (proof being the tirade in 1x04) knowing exactly what Izzy sharing his thoughts will entail) makes what he does to him afterwards even worse in my eyes.

But nah, Edward is a soft widdle baby who has done no wrong, obviously!

ETA: I was trying to say at the start of this but I got off track a little: it's a ridiculous reaction because Izzy is only threatening Ed if he continues to be like this. If Ed got up and went, "Okay, I've pulled my shit together, I am ready to return to piracy, let's go, crew!" Izzy would've fallen right back into line. He didn't need to go nuclear to keep Izzy in line! Izzy was already pretty in line, they were just in disagreement over who Izzy serves!

(And, frankly, if Ed had truly disagreed that Izzy serves Blackbeard, he would not have felt the need to go full Kraken to recover his supposed lost loyalty, he could've just gone growly and all, "I'm still Blackbeard, dog. You're my first mate, don't ever forget that!" and slapped him around a bit and Izzy would've been all "yep you are right hi yes let's go")

#ofmd #edward teach #edward teach meta #izzy hands #izzy hands meta #ofmd meta #our flag means death #ask #anonymous

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Day 27!

Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom x Fem!Reader

A/n: Almost done! Oh boy, what a journey this has been! This is a bit on the shorter side, but that's okay, let's just say it's the start of a mini series.

"I'm sorry."

That's all that you heard on the way home, and as you curled up in bed. Everyone was sorry, but that wasn't going to fix the outcome. Sure there were other methods, but you wanted this particular one to work out. Was the clock always that loud?

What were you going to tell Eddie? He was just as excited as you to take this next step, but- It all seemed pointless. Because it was.

You managed to drag yourself to the living room and fling yourself onto the couch. This place seemed a lot more empty. Your phone kept dinging, and you knew it was Eddie, but you couldn't bring yourself to answer him. Sure, that was an awful thing to do, because he was probably worried, but you were just so tired. And... Sad.

You aimlessly flipped through the tv channels. Nothing good was on. Everything you saw was the one thing you wanted, but you'd never have. Family this, family that. Did it not occur to these tv writers that not everything works out for every person on this planet?

You tossed the remote onto the floor and decide to answer the phone, seeing as there wasn't much of a point to doing anything else.

Hey, you okay?

Maybe you're sleeping, but just tell me how everything went when we get home, alright?

Love you.

Love you too. Sorry, I was just tired.

That's alright! We're heading home. Excited to hear how everything went.

Oh, you thought, staring at the message, he won't be excited for too long.

You put your phone on the floor and just existed for awhile. Nothing felt right anymore. Of course, most people would tell you that this wasn't the end of the world- But it was the end of your world. At least, that's how you wanted to feel about this whole ordeal.

You shut your eyes and turned your head to face the back of the couch.

Maybe you hadn't gone to the doctor these last few weeks, maybe you'd just be clueless your whole life. You'd rather not know for sure than to know and hate yourself for it.

With a heavy sigh, you allowed yourself to drift off into a little cat nap. You were certain you'd be taking a lot of those as of now.

The door shut, followed by keys being placed down. Your eyes fluttered open at the sounds and you pushed yourself up on your elbows and turned your head, still feeling hazy.

"Did we wake you? Sorry."

"No, I wasn't- How are you? How was your day?"

Eddie came over to the couch and sat down at the other end, "Who cares how our day went. Yours is the one we want to talk about."

You sat up and it felt like you were going to be sick, "Uh huh. Okay."

Eddie looked like he was going to burst at the seams. He was so excited to discuss this and everything little thing that came with it. He took your hands in his, "Because I was thinking, There's this cute little house- It'd be just right, and I- Well, I mean, it'd be better than here."

"That's a nice thought." You said quietly.

"And it's in a great neighborhood. I got a little snoopy and checked everything out. It'd a great place, and then y'know, we can finally have a place where we can redo things and paint. We'll finally have that cute little yard you've been talking about." Eddie almost seemed lost in a daydream, "And since we're-"

He stopped when he saw the tears streaming down your face.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Maybe it's happy tears."

"I want all of those things." You said, wiping your face in a fruitless attempt to stop the tears, "And I want everything else that you're thinking of. That's all I've ever wanted, and it's great that we're on the same page."

"See." Venom said, "Happy tears."

"But," You kept staring at your lap, watching your tears land in it, "I couldn't ask you to do all of that. It'd be pointless, after all."

"Pointless?" Eddie moved closer and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, "I wouldn't say it's pointless. We got a common goal in mind, don't we? A fa-"

"Please don't say that word." You blurted out, "I hate that word."

"You didn't hate it," Eddie's speech seemed to slow down, "Yesterday. Did everything go okay today?"

"No." You sobbed, "It didn't. And- I- We-"

You felt a tendril latch around you as you cried and hiccupped. The world felt so tiny, and it's almost like everything's been thrown off balance.

"I can't-"

"You don't have to say it." Eddie said, pulling you into his lap, "We understand."

"I've ruined everything. We had this whole plan and now it's up in smoke."

"You didn't ruin it. You can't really control this type of thing."

"Aren't you sad? Upset? Don't you hate me?"

"Hate you? Never. And sure, I'm sad," Eddie kissed the top of your head and wiped your face on the sleeve of his shirt, "But, we'll figure something out, right? We always figure things out."

Venom understood, and he could feel just how heartbroken everyone was, but yet he didn't seem how this was going to tarnish everything. Was there no way to just... Fix this issue? Could he fix it somehow?

"Maybe we'll be that annoying couple on the block with the three loud dogs." Eddie chuckled, "Or cats."

Eddie could see that you didn't want a cheap laugh. You were looking forward to this next step, but now you were just stuck in place.

"I just want a baby." You continued to cry, "We both did, and I can't give you that one simple thing."

"I told you," Eddie tried to sound reassuring, "We'll figure something out."

"Does it have to be human?" Venom asked, purely out of curiosity.

You weren't sure why, but that make the crying worse. You'd completely forgotten that there's even alien races that have more babies than you.

"What did I do?" Venom asked.

"I'm sorry," You said, sniffling, "You didn't do anything. I didn't mean to- I'm sorry, V."

You put a gentle hand on the top of his head, "You probably don't get why this is such a big deal huh."

"Well, considering that all the children's I've had just leave and turn out evil," Venom replied, "I guess I don't even see the appeal in parenthood."

You gave him a rather kind smile.

"I promise that we'll figure something out." Eddie said, "But, for now, we gotta deal with the issue at hand right now."

"I'm sorry, Eddie. I wanted it to work out."

"It's not your fault. Sometimes these things just happen. And that's totally okay."

You deflated and laid your head on his chest. He was being so brave for you.

"It's okay to not be okay." You whispered, trying to not cry again.

The apartment was quiet as the tv flicked colors over everything in its view. You had no idea how quiet it had been, but then a sound broke the silence.

A sniff.

#eddie brock imagine #eddie brock x reader #venom imaigne #venom x reader #marvel imagine #marvel x reader

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lowkeyerror · 3 years

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Bonded For Life

Jennifer Check x Needy Lesnicki x Reader

Word Count: 1765

Warnings: Violence/Suggestive Themes

An: Happy Spooky Season. To celebrate Halloween and also 700 followers, I thought it'd be appropriate to do a Halloween special with none other than the queen. This will be a 4 part series with updates every Thursday. Hope you enjoy it

PT 2 PT3 PT4

Masterlist

Jennifer had always been one to garner attention everywhere she went. So to everyone else at school, she seemed normal. She was the head bitch in charge, acting as she usually would, but something seemed strange to you.

Then there was Needy, who had been acting completely different recently. She had always clung to Jennifer before, but it was different now; They always had a hand on each other. Whether they were holding hands, hugging, or even just linked by pinkies. Something was off, but you had no idea what could've happened.

You tried to let it go. It was none of your business. That was, until your brother stormed down the hallway, wiping angry tears with his sleeve.

Everyone at their lockers just stood watching the boy. You sighed, shutting your locker, and trudging after him. You could feel the eyes on you as followed your brother out of the school.

" Chip, slow down. What was all that about?" You jogged to catch up to your brother. He turned abruptly, and you could see just how bad he really looked.

" Needy just fucking dumped me because that fucking crazy bitch finally sunk her claws into her"

Oh, that definitely explains the new-found closeness between Jennifer and Needy.

" Maybe she's just gay."

He made extravagant gestures with his hands," No, there is something going on. Y/n, I swear after that fire she changed. She's more like Jennifer than ever before. Needy wouldn't just dump me like that"

He had a point: Jennifer had never been fond of your brother yet Needy always chose to be with him. What was different now?

" Maybe they just finally confessed their feelings to each other, dude. Everyone knows that they had some underlying sexual tension… even you"

He scoffed," Just because they had tension means that they'd act on it. I'm telling you Y/n, I know Needy. Even if she did have some weird girl crush on Jennifer, she wouldn't have made a move because Jennifer scares her."

" Look, I didn't come out here to listen to your conspiracy theories about the two. I came out here to make sure you were alright, and you seem fine to me so…"

You were going to leave Chip alone in the parking lot, but you stopped in your tracks when you saw Jennifer and Needy standing on the steps outside of the school. They were both staring at you and your brother. It gave you an unsettling feeling.

" See, that's fucking weird, isn't"

You shoved his shoulder," Shut up and get the car, we're going home."

You tossed him the keys, and he went to pull the car around. You looked back at the school and almost choked on air when you saw the blonde and brunette were still staring at you.

You stared back at them before awkwardly waving at the pair. They stared at you a second longer, and you could see Jennifer licking her lips. They both gave you a wink, and you could see them giggling before they re-entered the school.

You didn't have much of a relationship with Jennifer, or Needy for that matter. Needy was just your brother's girlfriend, and Jennifer was just a girl you knew only by her reputation. So what just happened was pretty strange.

When Chip finally pulled the car up, you shoved him into the passenger's seat and drove home.

-In School-

" Who was that girl, Needy?"

" Y/n, she's Chip's sister"

" Do you like her?" Jennifer's hand crawls all the way up into the blonde's hair.

Needy closes her eyes at the contact," She's Chip's sister Jen"

Jennifer tugs on Needy's hair a bit," I asked if you liked"

Needy deflects again," Do you like her?"

Jen bites her lip," I think she could be one of us"

Needy frowns, taking a step back from Jennifer. She was going to share her opinion, but the bell rang for class," I gotta go, Jen"

Needy tried to rush off, but Jen grabbed her arm and dragged her into the janitor's closet.

" Talk to me baby, what's the problem?"

Jen was looking directly into Needy's eyes. She left any room she could between them, letting Needy have control of their intimacy level.

Since they both got turned Jen had become way nicer to Needy. She wanted to let her know that they were equals now and that Needy's feelings were just as important as hers.

Needy rests her head in the crook on Jen's neck," I like it when it's just us. If we add someone else then… then maybe you won't-"

Jennifer lifts Needy's head off of her shoulder," I'll always need you and you'll always be important to me. No matter what, Needy. We don't have to add Y/n, it was only a suggestion"

Needy leans forward and places a kiss on Jennifer's lips," If you want her we can have her"

Jennifer smiles against Needy's lips," Are you sure?"

" Positive"

Since they would've already been late Jennifer and Needy spent the class period in the closet. It's not hard to imagine how they passed the time.

-Your Place-

" Fuck," you heard your brother yell from the kitchen.

You reluctantly get off of the couch to see what the issue is," What now?"

" Needy's coming after school to get her things"

You roll your eyes," Just tell her no"

" She didn't ask. She just said ' Coming to get my shit after school'," he impersonates her at the end of the sentence.

" Well then let her come get it? I don't what you want me to say here"

He throws his head back," She literally just broke up with me hours ago. I don't want to see her and-"

He goes on and you tune him out. You think that eventually he'll shut up, but he doesn't. When you were seconds away from putting him in a choke hold, you threw the car keys at him.

" Just shut and go. I'll give Needy her stuff, ok?"

He was going to protest, but you cut him off," School ended 5 minutes ago, better hurry"

Chip glances at you before he runs out of the door," Thanks for this"

He doesn't wait for your reply before slamming the door behind him.

It hadn't been five minutes later when your doorbell rang. When you open it, you're surprised to see Needy and Jennifer standing on your porch.

You find yourself in yet another staring match with the pair before clearing your throat," Chip left, but I'm sure you know where everything is"

Needy let out a scoff as you let them into the house, " Of course he's not here"

" Well, you did break up with him to be with your hot popular cheerleader friend so, it's obvious why he doesn't want to see you"

" Thank you," Jennifer speaks up, eyeing the length of your body.

" For what?"

Her gaze locks on your eyes," Well you said I'm hot didn't you"

That was enough to make you a little flustered. You could feel sweat start to form at the base of your neck.

Needy had already started traveling up the stairs. Since you were still unresponsive to her comment, Jennifer decided to follow Needy.

You decided to follow them, just in case they decided they wanted to trash the room or something. Walking up the stairs, you had the perfect view of Jennifer's ass. You tried hard not to stare, but it was proving to be a hard task.

It wasn't big, but it had a nice shape, and it definitely jiggled a little with each step she took.

It wasn't until she turned around with a smirk on her face that you stopped watching her ass.

" See something you like Y/n"

The color drained from your face as she continued walking up the steps without another word.

When you got to his room, Needy was looking for her things while Jennifer was sitting comfortably on his desk.

" Y/n can you get that sweater off the top shelf in the closet, I can’t reach it."

Your eyes landed on the baby blue sweater that obviously belonged to Needy. You fully went into your brother's room and grabbed the sweater for Needy.

When you handed it to her, you heard the bedroom door close and lock. Jennifer had locked you in the room with her and Needy.

" Why'd you lock the door?"

" Sit down Y/n," Needy shoved you onto your brother's bed and straddled your waist.

You tried to struggle out of her grasp, but she was surprisingly stronger than you thought she should be.

" Get off of me"

Jennifer laughed," I think she looks good on top of you. What do you think Needy?"

The blonde throws her back with Laughter," I think she looks good under me"

You struggle me," Knock it off Needy, you literally used to fuck my brother"

She took her glasses off and put hair in a ponytail," I did, but something tells me you could do a better job"

This was wrong, and you knew that, but a part of you is curious as to what the actual fuck is going on.

" What do you want from me?"

Jennifer lies down on the bed next to you and Needy. She turns on her side so that she's making eye contact with you.

" Do you know about the murders Y/n?"

" You mean the animal attacks?"

Jennifer has a smile on her face," I called them what they were, but if animal attacks help you sleep at night, be my guest"

You looked between the two girls," You killed them"

Needy giggles on top of you," Thank god you're smarter than your brother"

Jennifer uses her finger to trace your arms that are held in place by Needy," You see, Y/n, Needy and I have stumbled onto something quite unfortunate."

" Speak for yourself, Jen. I love it"

" Would you just get to the point, please?" You spoke out of turn, earning a slap in the face from Jennifer.

You held back a grunt as their laughter echoed around you.

" We're possessed by demons and demons get hungry, Y/n. They have to eat"

" Well if you're planning on feasting on me, I'd reconsider"

Jennifer starts," We weren't going to eat you"

" Just turn you into one of us"

You laughed," Well I'm afraid you can't do that either"

" And why not?"

You pushed Needy off you with ease and within an instant you were at the locked door.

" I already am one"

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sentinelpri · 2 years

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The Diary

Rock Lee was buzzing with excitement as he sat in the living room of your apartment. You'd wanted to train with him and the others, but you were still in your bedroom getting ready, so he sat on the couch and looked around, dark eyes raking in every detail- the white sheer curtains that covered your window, the wooden bookshelf in the corner, the light wooden floors and matching walls, your glass coffee table, and the (f/c) couch he was currently sitting on.

You lived alone like a lot of ninjas did, and whether that was because your family life was complicated or because you'd just felt like moving out once you'd saved the money from your job as a ninja, he wasn't sure, but he didn't really ask- it was always awkward when people asked about his or Neji's family, so he tried not to put that feeling on other people. In the back of his mind, the ravenette wondered what was taking you so long. Guy-Sensei, Neji, and Tenten were probably all waiting at the training grounds for the two of you, and...

Trying to occupy his worries about being late with something else, he looked around the room again, eyes landing on the coffee table. There was something sitting on the surface that caught his attention, a little (f/c) notebook that he'd bought you for your birthday a couple of years back when the two of you had first met. You'd graduated from The Ninja Academy the year after him, Neji, and Tenten, but there had been a weird number of graduates, so while everyone was put into teams of three, you were the one who was leftover since you didn't seem to fit into any of them. The instructors had described you as incredibly talented and advanced in just about everything despite having only graduated recently, so you'd been stuck on Guy-Sensei's team a year late, and now they had a team of four students and one captain. It had been a bit of an adjustment, but one that everyone had grown used to rather quickly.

The only reason he'd brought you a notebook and a set of pens along with the cake he'd helped Tenten make was because he felt they were practical, useful gifts that wouldn't be tossed in the back of your closet and never used again, and upon seeing the notebook on your coffee table, he assumed that meant you'd used it recently.

But he also wondered what you'd used it for.

So, he picked the notebook up and opened it, thinking that you must've been using it for mission report drafts, training notes, or some other trivial thing like that.

Oh, how wrong he'd been.

'Dear diary,'

He should've stopped there. Really, he meant to stop there- he swore! It was unyouthful to read a girl's diary, and he was about to close it when he saw his name right under the first line, which caused his self-restraint to fly out the window because he'd had a crush on you for years and couldn't help but be enthused at the thought of you talking or writing about him, even when he wasn't around to see or hear it.

'This whole crush on Lee thing is getting worse with each day that passes and I'm wondering how long I'm gonna be able to keep it a secret for. I mean, I've been in love with him for the past three years and he still hasn't noticed, so there's no way he's interested. I wouldn't be surprised if he still liked Sakura... Or maybe Neji if he swings that way-'

But then, he heard footsteps coming from your bedroom, and he was slamming the notebook shut and placing it back where it'd been on the coffee table a few moments before.

Lee leaned back into the couch, looking anywhere but at the diary and trying to look as inconspicuous as he possibly could. It seemed like he'd put the notebook back down just in time because you walked into the living room a few seconds later, gorgeous as ever. Lee couldn't help but smile at you, heart beating much faster than usual as he fully processed the information that you had a crush on him, too.

"Lee, are you alright?" You asked, tilting your head, (e/c) eyes laced with concern.

He offered a hurried nod, standing up and taking you by the hand.

"Of course! Never better! Now, let's go do some youthful training!"

After training that day, Guy-Sensei had offered to take everyone out for soba. Lee would usually go, but he was too racked with guilt to be near you for a minute, so he'd refused. Thankfully, Neji hardly ever tagged along when they went placed, so he'd refused as well, which brought Lee to his current whereabouts...

He was walking by Neji's side, trying to muster the appropriate words to describe everything that happened. Neji hadn't even addressed him, but he looked like he was becoming increasingly annoyed by Lee's presence, so the ravenette decided to speak up before the brunette bit his head off.

"Neji! I've done something terrible!"

"Oh, for the love of God, it is way too early for this," Neji responded as he allowed his cream-hued eyes to fall shut for a few seconds, pausing where he stood and rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger. They'd been walking down the dirt road that led back to the Hyuga compound from the training grounds, but since Neji had stopped, Lee did, too.

"But it's two in the afternoon!"

"Tell me something I don't know," Neji scoffed, opening his eyes and shooting a confused glance at Lee, clearly waiting for him to clarify what he'd done.

"I read (y/n)'s diary by accident but then on purpose and it turns out that she has a crush on me!"

"Didn't think I'd be repeating myself, but again, tell me something I don't know," Neji scoffed, and Lee could only blink. Had Neji already known? Who else knew? Was Lee just oblivious or something like you'd written? Now he just felt bad- both for reading your diary in the first place and for not noticing your feelings earlier. Then again, it definitely would've helped if you'd said something! How much time had the two of you wasted skirting around each other and keeping your feelings a secret?

"I don't know what to do!" Lee exclaimed, pushing his bangs out of his face, only for them to fall right back.

"You like her, don't you? This should be good news," Neji actually tried to be somewhat comforting despite his clear annoyance, resting a hand on Lee's shoulder and offering an uncharacteristically soft gaze.

"Well, yes, but..." Lee trailed off, raising a hand to nervously rub up and down the length of the jumpsuit that covered his forearm, finding solace in the familiar texture of the green material. "I feel guilty for finding out that way! It wasn't my business."

"The ends justify the means in this situation, but if you really feel that guilty, just talk to her about it and be honest."

"Yeah, you're right, Neji!" Lee smiled, giving a determined nod before crossing his arms. "I'll definitely do that. Thank you for the youthful advice!"

"...Sure thing."

To make a long story short, doing that had been a lot harder than he'd initially anticipated. It was the next day and he still hadn't said anything despite promising himself that he would. He'd been training with you, Neji, and Tenten for the past few hours, trying to work up the guts to pull you aside and tell you the truth to no avail.

Lee couldn't function very well when he was nervous, apparently. He'd been stumbling and falling and failing all day, which was made evident when you finally managed to land a punch on him, something you'd been struggling with for a good amount of time. The ravenette was sent flying back, landing on the ground on his back with a thud that resonated through the area. Neji and Tenten, who had been sitting on one of the logs in the area to take their lunch break, both paused. You stood there aimlessly, eyes blown wide as you were seemingly surprised by the strength of your own hit.

Once the shock faded away, you came to your senses and ran towards Lee, clearly frantic.

"L-Lee! Are you okay?" You offered him a hand, and he took it, allowing you to help him up before you pulled away and crossed your arms, giving him a look of genuine worry. "You've been distracted all day!"

"I'm doing great, never better!" Lee lied through his teeth, turning his back to you and offering a thumbs up. "Now excuse me while I go home and slam my head into the wall. See ya, (y/n)!"

He ran off, and you being you ran after him.

After he left with you following after him, Tenten turned to Neji with crossed arms and raised eyebrows.

"What the hell was that?" The girl asked, eyebrows now furrowing as she stared at where you and Lee were slowly retreating from sight.

Neji only shook his head and sighed, eyes falling shut. It had only been a day and he was already growing annoyed by this, more than he'd been by you and Lee's painful-to-watch pining for the past few years.

"Don't even ask, Tenten... Don't even ask."

Another week had passed and Lee still hadn't done it. He grew increasingly nervous with each day, and even he knew that it was becoming apparent to everyone around him. Guy-Sensei had pulled him aside to try to pry the issue out of him three different times to no avail, you were growing increasingly concerned, and Tenten and Neji were nothing but annoyed by the entire situation. Lee still hadn't told Tenten, but he assumed that Neji probably had by now considering how close the two were.

You had invited Neji, Lee, and Tenten over for dinner at yours, though Tenten hadn't been able to attend due to having a date with her girlfriend Temari, who was visiting from The Sand Village. So, it was just him, you, and Neji. The food was still cooking as the three of you shared the small square table, each of you sitting at one of the ends, you and Lee across each other and Neji at one of the sides.

It was tense. Awkward. You all knew something was off, and Lee was wondering what would have to give before he told you the truth.

Apparently, the thing that gave was going to be Neji's patience.

"For fuck's sake, I am so sick of this stupid fucking bullshit," Neji hissed, slamming his hands down on the coffee table before standing up and shooting a glare in Lee's direction, and then in yours. Both of you gulped. "He read your diary, (y/n), and you've both been in love with each other for literal years. Now, you two work it out."

With that, Neji left the kitchen, exiting your house through the back door, and you and Lee were sitting there, awkwardly quiet before you decided to break the silence.

"So..." You paused, clearing your throat before you bashfully made eye-contact with him, (e/c) melting into charcoal. "You read it, huh?"

"I-I'm so sorry! I swear it was an accident- really!" He apologized, standing from his spot at the kitchen table and frantically waving his hands as he averted his gaze. You stood as well, crossing your arms and listening to him. "I know that was rather unyouthful of me, but I saw it laying around last time I was over at your house and ended up reading it because I was curious, so when I saw my name in it I just couldn't stop!"

"So you know about my crush on you now, huh?" You questioned, offering a half-hearted smile, and Lee nodded.

"W-Well, yes, but..." The ravenette sighed, fiddling with his fingers before meeting your eyes again and reaching into his pocket, pulling out a piece of notebook paper, which he pushed into your hands. "I'm truly sorry. I've been meaning to give you this in return."

Lee had been carrying around the page in his pocket since the day he'd decided he wanted to tell you the truth, figuring that it was only fair to let you read an entry from his diary since he'd read one of yours. He'd been writing in diaries for years, finding it to be the perfect way to express his feelings when he couldn't do it in words- he'd written about you almost every day since the two of you had met.

"Is this...?" You trailed off, looking at him, and then back at the paper as you slowly unfolded it your eyes meeting his again.

"Yes. It's, uh, a page from my diary..."

"Oh my," You blinked, folding the page back and pushing it into one of his pockets, shaking your head. "Lee, take this back. I can't read what's not my business. I know you didn't mean anything by it when you-"

"I love you, (y/n)!" Lee cut you off, taking one of your hands and holding it in both of his, calloused fingers squeezing in a reassuring manner. "I love you, too- more than anything!"

"You mean that?" You questioned, cautious but attentive to his words, and he nodded.

"Like I said," He began to reiterate, a lopsided smile taking over his face. "More than anything. Always."

"Well... You know I love you, too," You smiled back, and Lee let out a sigh of relief before you were leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss against his lips, effectively making his face burn red. "Always."

#naruto #naruto shippuden #fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #oneshot #oneshots #drabble #drabbles #rock lee #rock lee x reader #neji #neji hyuga #neji hyuuga

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erensrag · 3 years

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the one -

armin x yn (wc: 12720)

warnings: nsfw/smut, yandere armin, obsession, mentions of stalking, manipulation, toxic relationship, armin being a creep in love basically. summary makes it seem like he kidnaps reader lmao he doesn’t

summary: having seen enough of you managing without him, armin decides to finally take matters into his own hands and make you his.

armin doesn't understand.

he thought he planned everything out perfectly. he gave you your space, hasn’t given anyone the slightest suggestion of his feelings for you—at least the people you both know. he wanted you to come to him willingly, no persuasion or sweet talks.

he did everything perfectly. he's the perfect student, always has been. has gotten straight a's since the moment he entered his first grade, received a full scholarship to some college he could care less about instead of his dream one because that's the one you chose, even helped you with your college admission letters. he's well off, could've—could take care of you your entire life. he's loved by everyone on campus and even in high school, he was the apple of everyone's eye.

you knew how perfect he was back then and how he's thriving right now so how the hell...of all people why him? he clenches the beer can in his hand, watching you stumble up the stairs with none other than his best friend.

this isn't like the other boys you've dated. he can't just threaten or throw cash at him until he realizes you'll always belong to armin and leave you alone. eren doesn't listen to anyone and even if he did try any threats, it'd just ruin the nice guy reputation he’d had spent years building up.

he throws the can onto the sofa, immediately trailing after you two before he can stop himself. he thought spending the summer in everyone’s home town would've just brought them closer—specifically brought you and him closer, that was the plan after all. not you and eren. you two have barely spoken three words to each other your entire lives.

it doesn't make sense.

he thought he knew everything about you. he had organized every single detail regarding you in sections and tucked the pictures in that little box that's been tucked under his dorm bed for years. maybe he gave too much space? college was undoubtedly stressful, he must've become too busy with his studies to look over you. to make sure you made the right decisions and weren't tainted by the hands of everyone around you.

he had screwed up.

but he intends to make it right. to put you back on the right track, the one you're supposed to be on. the one that leads you straight to him.

he found the two of you in some random bedroom, disgust immediately taking over him at the sight. is this who you were now? a few months of not talking to one another and you were already ruining your life by letting yourself get fucked by eren of all people in a bedroom you didn't even know the owner of?

his nails dig into his palms as he watches through the creek in the door, you guys didn't even bother to close it all the way. as if you wanted an audience. eren was already slamming into you, like you were nothing more than a toy dying to be used and defiled. like a whore. is that who you are now y/n? a whore? the more he stares, the more it seems like it. you’re on your stomach, hands clenching the sheets and head thrown back in pleasure.

the pace of his thrusts has you letting out high pitched moans, a bit of saliva sliding down your chin. "e—eren." you cry out and armin would've walked in there and punched the daylights out of his own best friend because no one deserves to hear you calling their name out like that except for him. it's unfair. so unfair he could fucking die out of fury right now. but he didn't. he stood there, frozen because hitting his best friend—anyone is out of character for him.

it would've raised eyebrows and questions he doesn't want to answer. but still...the way eren snaps his cock in you sloppily, the slap of skin against skin filling the room makes him bite down on his tongue to the point of blood. the anger is consuming him and he's not sure he can watch this torture any longer.

"y—you're—n—ngh so big, eren." you moan like a bitch in heat, tongue almost lolling out as eren grabs your hair, pulling your head back even more so he can plant a disgusting kiss on your lips.

at least you're still dressed, outfit clinging to your sweaty body. at least he doesn't get to see anything too valuable. at least armin still has that for himself. it's when eren grips your clothed breast that he decides enough is enough, he's ready to open the door and storm in the room but a hand is quickly grabbing his forearm.

he freezes, has someone been watching him? did they see anything? fuck, are they going to think he's some huge pervert? judging by his actions tonight, maybe he is. he slowly turns around, closing the door in front of him before the person can ask any questions.

it's historia. her pupils are dilated as she leans onto armin's arm. the booming sound of the music from downstairs drowns out whatever she's slurring out right now but armin pretty's sure he has a gist of it. "let's get you home." he sighs, placing his hand on her shoulder.

she shakes her head, "we—gotta...find y/n." she says a bit louder, clenching her eyes shut before opening them again. "my head hurts." she whines.

"that's what happens when you decide to act like a damn delinquent." he mutters bitterly more to himself, it's not like she'll remember any of this tomorrow. "now let's go home before mom kills us."

"but—y/n. we came with her, we can't just...just..." she clenches the front of his shirt before letting out a choked gag.

armin huffs, almost throwing her off before she ruins his clothes but even as annoying as she is, leaving his sister in a place like this isn't such a good idea. especially for his reputation. he would take y/n with him as well but it seems she's too preoccupied. too tainted to think straight.

but like he said, he'll make sure to fix that. he has two months to get everything back to the way they were. and maybe even a little better.

he's waited years for your friendship with him to blossom into something more but it seems nothing will happen without him egging a few things on first.

he spends the entire night tossing and turning, nightmares of the party before repeating in his head over and over again.

if it was anything else, he thinks he would've been able to let it go after taking a few precautions. but this isn't anything else. this is big and it only spirals the blotchy jealously he's tried hard to keep under wraps over the years, threatening to invade his thoughts with vile images.

he's awake long enough to hear the front door opening at three in the morning. immediately getting up and walking towards his slightly open door, knowing it's you. historia and his mother are sound asleep and besides his father who's rarely home due to work, you're the only one left with a key.

he made sure to pressure historia into getting you one as soon as possible the second he found out you were spending the summer with them. groaning fills the silence of the house followed by you stumbling up the stairs. he expects to hear you go into the guest room you're staying in or historia's bedroom but the bathroom door opens instead.

a few minutes passes before he hears you groaning again, this time louder and his feet inch towards the hallway, wanting nothing more than to go to you. but then that angry feeling rises again and an acidic taste resides on his tongue. he doesn't want to be angry at you, he's never been angry at you. he should be furious with eren only. the way he took advantage of your kindness and obliviousness isn't right. if you were sober, you never would've gone for him.

he sighs heavily, walking towards the bathroom door. you're slouched over the toilet, gagging into it and he races over. the concern is etched on his face as his hand rests on your back, startling you. you turn your head, movements sluggish. "armin?"

he didn't even have the decency to walk you inside? make sure you got into bed properly? fucking asshole.

"you okay?" he asks. it's the most you two have spoken to each other all summer.

"y-yeah." you wipe your lips. "sleepy." you murmur.

he gets up, putting his arm around your waist as he helps you stand. "rinse your mouth." he mutters and you obey, going to the sink to put some water in your mouth and spitting it out. "let's get you to bed."

you two stumble out of the bathroom, he makes sure to keep his hands around your waist. his chest constricting with want as he gets to feel you, it's been ages since you two have touched each other. he eyes your bedroom door, that's where he originally wanted to take you but he can't help but think back to that party. at how eren got to experience everything he wasn't able to. then he sees the bruises on your neck, he grits his teeth so hard he's sure they're going to chip any second.

no. he deserves this little thing. it's not like he's going to do anything inappropriate, he's not like that jackass who decided he deserved to touch you like that. he just wants to be near you. it's been awhile, too long. and it's not like you two haven't slept in the same bed before.

that's what he tells himself as he guides the both of you towards his own bedroom, slowly placing you on the bedsheets to which you immediately snuggle into. he eyes flicker towards the closet door, contemplating whether to take out a random t-shirt and place you in it but you'd just be waking up with questions he wouldn't be able to answer. the armin everyone knows can't even look at a girl without blushing, let alone undress her.

so he opts for just laying down besides you on the sheets, he can explain this if you wake up confused. that you just drunkly stumbled in his room and laid down next to him. he turns his head, captivated by every rise and fall of your chest. your eyelashes fluttering as you snuggle deeper into the pillow, letting out incoherent whimpers.

his fingers slowly trace your cheek, chest burning badly with want. all he wants to do is touch, touch, touch. you just look so beautiful, so serene. and he can't help brush a thumb over your bottom lip. the same lips that were moaning out eren's just a few hours ago. that dark feeling is back and he can't help but press his finger down on your lip harshly, you let out a tiny whine but keep your eyes closed, too sleepy to really comprehend what's going on.

what's so special about him? he doesn't get it. eren's a meathead. he isn't fit to take care of you, to cater to your every need and make sure you never have to want for anything. to be ready to do whatever is necessary to keep you happy, even if it means hurting those you don't realize are harming you.

he leans forward, lips ghosting over yours but never touching. no, he wants you to be awake and alert for when your lips finally meet. so you can see no one else in this world but him deserves you. but fuck, he wants to kiss you. your lips look so soft, so addicting, like they were made for him. and they were. every inch of your body was created for him just like his was for you.

he needs to make this right, make you see what was standing in front of you all long. he could punch himself for not realizing he needed to act on this sooner.

but he will now. he'll make sure to fix everything.

armin wakes up before you, not wanting to be in the room when you finally snapped out of your slumber. fortunately, you don't stay asleep too long, waking up only thirty minutes after.

he's already made breakfast by then, blueberry pancakes just the way you like them. you step into the kitchen and he almost drops the glass of orange juice he's holding. you're dressed in his oversized hoodie with some shorts, it practically engulfs your frame as you awkwardly sit on a stool.

you're wearing his clothes.

his clothes are touching your skin right now. making contact with your chest, stomach and breasts. he gulps, placing the glass down. "m-morning."

"morning..." you trail off, slowly drumming your fingers on the counter. "pancakes?"

he quickly pushes a plate towards you, he shamelessly designed it like it held a five course meal instead of simple pancakes but you seem to appreciate it as you gasp. "this looks amazing."

"did you sleep well?" he deliberately asks that question just to see you squirm.

you tense up, picking up the fork as you jab the pancakes. "yeah...uh sorry i was in your room and...bed. must've stumbled in there last night."

"it's fine." he smiles. "i slept on the couch, no worries." the lie flows out as if he didn't spend the last few hours cuddling you like you were going to run away any second.

"oh."

"what?"

"nothing." you shake your head, chewing.

"no really, what?" he presses, leaning on the counter towards you.

"well...i mean i wouldn't have a trouble if you slept in the same bed, it's not like we haven't done it before."

"that was a long time ago." he says but the fact you remembered fills him up with glee. so your mind hasn't been completely infiltrated with his so called best friend, you still think of armin.

"yeah but we were really close before...you know. i'm sure—"

"before what?" he asks, forcing the confusion to appear on his face even though he knows exactly what you're talking about.

you fidget, "before you started to distance yourself." you sigh, perhaps growing a bit agitated under his intense gaze.

"hmm." he hums. "well, studies and all that, you know how it is. but i'm sure you found plenty of people to fill in that hole i left behind."

you raise an eyebrow, "well...i wouldn't—"

"did you miss me, though y/n?" he places his hand under his chin, staring at you. "you walked into my room like it was second nature, snuggled right into my bed like it was home. it was pretty cute."

you nibble on your bottom lip, "i'm sorry about that. gosh, that's so embarrassing."

"answer the question." he urges, tone being a little bit more stern then he intended.

your eyes widen for a moment, "yeah—uh i missed you. didn't you miss me?" you ask shyly.

a far contrast from the moans that were leaving your lips last night. "of course i missed you." he nods. "you, me and historia were such a tight nip group back then. but then college came around and things changed. we changed, didn't we?"

"yeah, i guess."

"you never used to go to parties before and now look at you, stumbling in at three am like some drunkard. makes me wonder what else you've been up to." he continues nonchalantly, plucking a berry into his mouth.

you lick your lips, hands clenching around the fork. a few seconds pass by before you let out a laugh meant to lighten the mood, "i almost forgot how intense you can be, geez lighten up armin. your stare is practically boring into me." you play with the sleeve of his hoodie, trying to hide your discomfort.

discomfort. he doesn't want you to feel that around him. he'll have to change that, make you see his behavior is only intended to help you. protect you from the evils in the world because you're simply too native to notice them. "and i didn't even wanna go to that party in the first place. i suggested star gazing but historia called it dumb."

"of course she did, her idea of a good time is getting so drunk she could faint." he rolls his eyes. "anyways. speaking of change, did you talk to eren last night?"

you almost choke on the pancake, quickly putting the fork down so you can grab the glass of water and gulp it down. "n-no! why would i speak to eren? i barely know the guy."

you've always been a bad liar—always overexaggerating everything.

"just wondering. i haven't been able to get a hold of him. mikasa wants to speak to him."

"mikasa? why?" that certainly piques your curiosity.

"well, they are best friends and he left campus without telling her where he was going apparently. she's at her hometown with her parents and is worried sick."

"can’t you be the messenger or something?”

he clicks his tongue, walking over and sitting next to you. "i'm not sure this message can be passed down through me." he smiles, making sure your thighs are touching.

"why not?" you ask timidly, as if afraid for his answer.

"well, i'm sure you know about how...special their relationship is. right before we left for break, eren told me he was planning on confessing his feelings for her when we got back and then she just texted me saying—"

"what?" your lips form into a frown, doe eyes filled with confusion. it's so cute. so naive and cute. "eren likes her?"

"of course he likes her silly, everyone knows those two are head over heels for each other. practically in a relationship already. it'll be so cute when we get back to campus and see them finally get together, don't you think so? their bond is truly something remarkable."

you stay silent, eyes staring down at your pancakes. do you actually like him? armin refrains from a scoff, how could you be so dumb to fall for someone like eren? "what's wrong? you look like you've seen a ghost."

"f-fine."

he nods, hand going to touch the syrup in the corner of your lips. you look surprised for a second as his tongue darts out to lick his finger. "we'll be spending two whole months in this house together." he changes the subject, having accomplished what he wanted to do. he doubts the eren situation is over yet but he has all the time to permanently destroy it. and he will.

"don't we think we should rekindle the friendship? it's gonna be awkward if we continue ignoring each other."

"you're the one who ignored me." you murmur.

"i wanna fix that, i'm sorry y/n. i'm sure we can go back to where we left off, hmm?" he lean down so your faces are closer together, your eyes widening at that the movement. "would you like that?"

it looks like you're nodding before you can even register what he's saying. you've always been like that. so compliant. it used to be adorable but now all he can think about is how eren used that submissiveness and naivety to sink his claws into you. no one can be trusted around you. only armin.

"y—yeah." you smile, sullen mood from the news he just delivered temporarily gone. "i've missed you a lot."

"i've missed you too."

"what's this?" you ask as you walk into the living room a few hours later, granola bar in hand. still wearing his hoodie.

"a fort?"

"i can see it's a fort, but why?" you walk over to the sofa, plopping down on it.

"we used to make these all the time in high school, and since we're going to be friends again. don't you think—"

"so a fort?" you hum. "you usually hated when we made these, always calling it childish."

"well..." he steps towards the coffee table, picking up the miniature planetarium he stashed in his closet a few years ago. "you said you wanted to go stargazing so—"

"so you brought the stars to me?" your tone isn't mocking but you do chuckle a bit. "i don't know if that's sweet or just—"

"i think it's sweet." he grins, walking towards you. "so what do you think?" he gestures towards the fort. he didn't spent the last fifteen minutes moving furniture and gathering almost all pillows, sheets and cushions in the house for this for you to reject his offer. he needs to see you with that look in your eyes, looking at the stars with admiration. he misses it. the last sight in his mind is of you at that party, eyes gleamed over with lust and that hammered look. it plays over and over again and he's sick of it.

"sure." you beam, not waiting for him to make the first move as you crawl into the fort. the sanctuary he made for just the two of you.

he goes in after you, thighs touching yours as you sit next to each other. he made the insides small on purpose, just so he could feel you. he turns the projector on and you both watch as the speckles of light start to form on the sheets.

"whoa." you mutter to yourself, entrapped by the glowing of the luminescent blues and purples. "you really did all this for me?" you ask, nibbling on your bottom lip.

"wouldn't be the first time i went all out for you." he moves closer to you, breathing fanning on your face. "i'd do anything for you y/n, i thought you knew that already."

you're his. he should do whatever it takes to care of what's his.

you stare at him, a definite picture of of purity with those big mesmerizing eyes. your mouth gapes open trying to come up with a response but nothing comes out. armin watches a bead of sweat trail down your forehead, it's almost scorching in here. he knows it would've happen in this summer heat so he slowly picks up the mini electric. "hot?"

"w-what about you?" you ask, visibly swallowing a lump in your throat.

he hesitates. c'mon armin. just be a man. so he wraps his hand around your waist and you recoil in surprise as he brings you into his lap so the fan is on both of your bodies. you place your hand on his thighs, squirming to get into a comfortable position. "a-armin..." you laugh, it's awkward. you're trying to ease the tension but he doesn't want that, he just wants to be near you, consequences be damned.

he's usually smarter than this. smarter than acting before he thinks but that night won’t stop haunting him so he smiles as he leans his chin on your shoulder. "what? am i making you uncomfortable?"

"w—well no but...it's just very sudden. you were acting as if i didn't exist just a few days ago and you're now—"

"i just wanted to touch you y/n. it's been years without your touch." he whispers, resisting the urge to nibble on your earlobe. "didn't you miss me? miss my touches?" he asks innocently, wrapping both his hands around your waist to pull you closer. your back is flushed against his chest, ass directly on his crotch and it takes a lot of will power not to get a hard on.

"i did." you nod eagerly. "of course i did."

"so let me treat you for all those times i missed."

"okay." you say, seemingly without thinking.

"wanna get some barbecue tomorrow ?"

"i have to meet my parents. y'know, getting yelled at for my major. the usual."

he frowns. "they're still mad about that? you should talk to them."

"you know they never listen to me." you squirm again on his lap but abruptly stops as you realize where exactly you're sitting. "it's fine, i barely talk to them anyways. i'm sure they'll finally get over it once i graduate."

he should comfort you, say something along the lines of they'll come around or don't worry but instead what comes out is none of those. "you don't need them." he rustles against you. "i'll always support you y/n. like i always have"

even if you weren't aware, he was mostly always in the shadows and making sure you got everything you wanted. "well, they are my parents."

"they've never cared enough to listen to you, to see you." his tone changes, voice low now as more sweat beads down his forehead. "none of them have, have they?"

"i—i...i'm sure—"

"historia doesn't see you? does she? she says she's your best friend but she treats you like a lackey y/n. isn't that infuriating?"

you scoff, "that's not true." you go to get off his lap but he tightens his hold on you. he just needs to say this.

"is that why she rejected your offer of stargazing? why she always made fun of your outfit choices back in high school? she was always jealous of you, don't you see that? you're better than that, better than all of them." every single one.

he wishes he could see your face but he settles for this, just for this simple touch. "i don't know what you want me to say to that, armin." you breath out.

"i want you to see your worth, y/n. you deserve better than all of this. don't you think so? you deserve the world." he can't help himself as he leans into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

you're not creeped out, or at least you're not attempting to get up anymore. "and what, you can give me that? is that what you're saying?"

he wasn't meant to have this type of conversation right now, it was just supposed to be a nice evening of laying down in this fort. but he saw an opportunity and why not take it?

"you know i can." he answers. "you know i'd do anything for you."

you turn your head slightly, looking at him. "really?" you question. "anything?" you sound intrigued and he swears you're leaning in, it's not his imagination right? you really are.

but before your lips can even brush against each other, historia's screeching voice booms in the living room. "y/n! it's time to get ready."

you quickly get off, almost throwing yourself to the ground as you scoff awkwardly. as if being knocked out of a trance. you don't even spare armin a glance as you crawl out.

get ready for what?

"another party?" armin leans on the doorway frame, watching his sister apply her makeup. "you two went to one just last night—and halloween themed? it's the middle of summer."

"that's what makes it fun!" she smiles, putting the blush down and standing up. she decided to go as a cat. or at least, he thinks it's a cat. drawn on whiskers with an ear headset, a damn tail, short dress with long fishnets.

she looks like a whore. she's been acting like a whore ever since summer started and he realizes maybe that's why you’re acting so different. you live near each other in the dorms and historia must be rubbing off of you.

he tries and keeps his outrage down as historia gets up, walking towards the door. "we'll be back at twelve...hopefully."

"no, you'll be back at twelve." he grits his teeth. "you'll get drunk like an idiot dear sister, and leave y/n all alone at some strangers house. again."

she blushes, offended at the assumption. "you're the one who brought me home last night, why are you blaming it on—"

"would mother appreciate this? you dressed up like a skank and going to a party two nights in a row?"

he shouldn't be saying this. it's not in his character and it's obvious historia is completely staggered at his behavior. "she's barely home and i doubt she cares what i do at night. unlike you, i haven't made it my life to be the perfect—"

"but i care." he's walking towards her before he can stop himself. "i care about the way you're treating y/n. dragging her to parties, getting her drunk so assholes can take advantage then leaving her high and dry. you're a bad influence, dear sister and it's truly annoying seeing you trying to turn her into some gross replica of you. she's not like that, she's not tainted like you. she's pure and i won't let—"

"you're hurting me jackass!" she whimpers and it's only then armin realizes he's seized her wrist, digging his nails into the skin.

he quickly lets go, clearing his throat. "sorry, just stressed from school."

the annoyance is clear in her eyes along with the rage but armin notices something else...a hint of fear? he scared her? fucking great. watch as she goes and rants to mother about her asshole of an older brother resulting in talks he definitely doesn't want to have.

"if you're so worried about y/n, come to the party like you did last night. keep an eye on your precious doll." she scoffs, shoving him away so she can step out the door, rubbing at her wrist.

that's not a total bad idea. it's a perfect way to get closer to you without seeming like a total creep plus he can keep eren and his greedy claws away. he quickly walks towards your door, knocking once before you're opening. his mouth nearly gapes open at the sight of you, how is it always possible for him to be blown away by your beauty every time he sees you? you're dressed in a short white dress, wearing a halo headset with wings.

an angel? fitting. very very fitting.

"you like it?" you grab the ends of the dress, showing it off. he notices you try very hard to not look at him in the eyes. "couldn't decide between a bride or angel. historia wanted me to go as a sexy nurse but i didn't really have—"

"gorgeous. you look gorgeous." it flows out of his tongue so smoothly it has the both of you tensing up.

"really?" you quirk an eyebrow, clearing your throat and finally looking at him. it feels so damn awkward—at least to you but you try to act normal nonetheless. "i expected a swarm of insults, you hate things like that."

"do i think having a halloween themed party in the middle of summer is completely and utterly idiotic? yes. but it doesn't deter from your blinding beauty."

a shy smile gathers on your face, "uh...thanks."

"ready to go? i'm driving.”

your eyes widen, "you? going to a party twice in a row? going to a party at all? are you okay?" your hand is quickly going to touch his forehead before he can comprehend what's going on. his cheeks immediately blaze red, taking a quick step back.

you take your hand away, letting out an uneasy laugh. "it's just a tough armin, not like i was going to stab you or something."

"i know—"

"you say you want our friendship back but you act like this...it's weird." you huff. "you've been acting weird ever since we left for college, no—you've been acting like an ass and i've let it go but this summer means a lot to me. i'm finally having fun for once in my life and i don't need you to come in and confusing me and—and what the hell was that fort—"

"i was just surprised!" he cuts off, tone more urgent than he wants it to be. "i do want us to be friends again!" he deliberately ignores the fort question.

he just wasn't prepared for the feeling of your skin against his in that moment. it’s usually him initiating the touches, not the other way around. he swallows the lump in his throat, quickly taking your hand in his. "i didn't mean to insult you. of course i want your touch, who wouldn't want it? you're—" he stops talking. stop it. stop it. he's babbling. "let's just go."

you nod, smiling again. at least you're not creeped out by his behavior.

the party is boring. it's only been an hour and he's bored out of his damn mind. other than drunk girls coming up to him and asking him what's he's supposed to be even though it's pretty freaking obvious he's not wearing a costume—the random loud shouting as someone starts taking shots is enough to drive him out of his mind.

but at least you're here.

he's made sure to keep an eye on you the second you guys got here. you've mostly been outside on the patio, drinking punch as you dance with some friends. he occasionally touches his lips, thinking of how close they were to yours in that fort. the way you looked at him was filled with...well you definitely didn't look at eren like that last night. speaking of the devil— "eren." he smiles tightly as his friend sits next to him on the sofa. "vampire?" he asks, eyeing his costume.

"is that alcohol?" he looks at the cup in armin's hand. "i need to get drunk immediately."

"it's water."

"water. of course it's water." he chuckles. "what else do i expect from mr goody two shoes?"

armin rolls his eyes, "why are you so desperate to find a way to act like even more of an idiot?" he mutters as if there aren't piles of cups around them, not to mention the cases of beer he's sure are in the fridge.

"nothing." he groans, leaning against the couch. "it's a party. getting drunk is what you're supposed to do."

"hmmm." he hums. "just thought it had to do with something else."

"like what?"

"well...i saw you and y/n the other night, getting it on."

"please never say getting it on ever again." he grins, sitting back up.

he's grinning...as if he didn't just commit a great sin against armin. didn't put his hands on armin's girl, didn't...he grits his teeth. how can he act so careless? as if he had any right to do what he did last night?

"do you like her?"

eren arches an eyebrow, looking at him. "what's it to you?"

"you don't do relationships. you hump and dump and y/n and i are very close. i don't want her becoming one of your victims."

"that's none of your business." he scoffs.

"just answer the question." his eyes bore into the others, clenching the cup in his hand to the point the liquid is overflowing onto his lap but he could care less. "cause if so, that's really pathetic. she always expresses how much of a idiot you are, it's funny really. how she had to be drunk to finally sleep with you."

"she wasn't drunk." he says through gritted teeth. "we were both a little tipsy but not drunk enough to—"

"why are you even doing this with her? she doesn't like you."

"again. it's none of your business." eren deadpans. "what's wrong with you tonight? we're both—"

"you're right." armin sighs, letting out an exaggerated laugh like he's just realized how crazy he sounds. even though he knows he’s acting perfectly sane right now, who wouldn’t be mad if they discovered what armin did? "i'm being weird, i'm just really protective of y/n. she's like family to me, you know that."

eren bites his lip, still a bit tense but nods nonetheless. "i'm not doing anything...like that with her. i genuinely wanna see where things go."

oh.

he's not sure which answer would've been better but he shakes his head okay, licking his now dry lips. "wanna get drunk on the roof? just like we used to?"

"you mean i got drunk and you sat there, silently judging me." eren corrects, anxious atmosphere from before now gone. armin likes that about him. quick to forget and never holds grudges. "but sure, i'll get the beer."

"i have to go pee, see you on the roof." he salutes before eren walks into the kitchen. his eyes instantly travel towards you, feet dragging themselves towards the patio before he can stop.

he just wants to ask if you're okay before he departs, see if you don't need any assistance. you're surrounded by people...but it's people he doesn't trust. he doesn't trust anyone with you. for good reasons. before he can walk further to tap your shoulder, he hears the conversation you're having with abby—he thinks that's her name.

she's been over for sleepovers many times. never really liked armin, that's for sure. he's heard her call him fake at least two times, saying someone can't actually be that nice or perfect. fucking abby. why is she talking to you? he should've gotten rid of her long ago, sabotaged the friendship as soon as he realized her bad influence.

"just ask him out!" he hears her squeal. "literally, what are you waiting for? he's so hot."

something tells him she's not fangirling like this over armin.

"it's just...it's gonna be awkward!" you sigh, leaning against the wall. see? you can make good choices all by yourself, it's the people around your corrupting you. warping your thoughts until they're no longer your own. "he's armin's best friend and—"

"ugh! who cares about that boring walking encyclopedia!" abby groans heavily. "eren is probably the most popular guy on campus, have you seen those abs? ask him out or i will!" she laughs and armin knows she's not joking.

"he's not...boring." you mutter. "he's actually a pretty cool guy and—"

"you're probably the only one who thinks that." she rolls her eyes.

she interrupted you again. why is she always interrupting you? and why do you never speak up on it?

"ask eren out! c'mon, who cares about what armin thinks? his head is too busy being buried in books to notice anyone else regardless." she shakes your hand frantically.

you squirm, slowly nodding. "maybe. i might. eren doesn't seem to be totally av—"

"gotta go pee." she lets go of your hand. "drank way too much beer."

"want me to go with you?"

you're so nice. why are you so nice?"

"no, it's fine. it'll only take two seconds." she smiles, walking back inside. armin already made himself scarce the second she turned around, watching her walk up the stairs.

he should just go to the roof, talk to eren...but it seems eren isn't the only one standing in the way of his relationship with you. everyone wants to jeopardize it and he's had enough. so he's walking upstairs, not second guessing himself as he makes his way to the bathroom. he's been to this mansion many times before, his mother always having dinner with the owner of it to get into their good graces.

it doesn't take long before he finds it, the hallway is empty and he can hear abby inside. giggling nonsense to herself as she pees. she's drunk. probably wouldn't even remember his face.

he's not sure what he exactly plans to do but the second the door opens, he's immediately shoving her back inside. hands going to rest against her throat and mouth. fuck, he should've thought this through but all he can see right now is blind fury. people keep trying to tear you two apart and it's fucking with his brain. makes him so furious he just wants to punch everything in sight.

abby is screeching, trying to get out of his grip but she's a petite girl. barely weighing a hundred pounds. her back is to his chest and he prays she won't recognize him by the sound of his voice but even if she did...who cares? no one would believe her anyways. so he chuckles, not bothering to mask his voice.

"why do you keep getting in my way abby?" he sighs, applying a bit more pressure to her throat to which she whimpers at. "i don't want to hurt you so let this be a warning, hmm? stay away from y/n. never talk to her again, don't even think about her. that friendship is dead as of tonight? don't you think so?"

she only whimpers louder, trying to free herself so he applies even more pressure. she's now choking, little gasps trying to come out. "you're all trying to ruin her, it's so fucking annoying. just away, okay? it's simple enough, right? i'm going to let go now, don't turn around, don't scream unless you want me to break your windpipe? do you want that, abby?"

he's not sure he even knows how to break a damn windpipe, at least not yet but she doesn't know that. she nods frantically, tears flowing down her cheeks and onto armin's fingers. "great, now run away. all the way home." he lets her go and she doesn't need to be told twice as she bolts out of the room.

well, that was easy. he refrains from laughing as he leans on the doorway. she was all bark and no fight. always insulting armin but suddenly turning into a pathetic, sniveling bitch once he actually does something in retaliation.

he's feeling confident tonight, smiling ear to ear as he walks towards an open bedroom. the balcony door is wide open and he steps out onto it. climbing onto the roof doesn't take much effort, he's been doing it with eren for years.

speaking of eren.

another problem he needs to fix.

getting eren drunk isn't a hard thing to do. it only took a few minutes on the roof before he was slurring his speech. fortunately armin got them both back down on the balcony before the other could gravely injure himself.

injuring his best friend badly isn't on his to do list. at least physically. eren grips his forearm as armin lays him down on a random chair, the summer air causing eren's hair to flow around.

he understands why y/n is so smitten, he guesses. he's a pretty good looking guy. but so is armin. isn't he? he got rid of that haircut he would always get teased for, went to the gym a few nights and developed actual abs, don’t girls love abs...so why him? is it because he's popular? maybe cause he didn't wait eons to make a move like armin is currently doing.

whatever.

soon enough, he's going to be out of the equation.

eren's too inebriated to even realize where he is. this won't be hard, not one bit. "eren." armin sings. "i dare you to punch that railing." he leans against said railing, watching eren's sluggish movements as he stands up.

he's a jock, they love stupid dares. especially when they're drunk. eren scoffs in disbelief, offended armin even had to dare him. like he would've done it regardless. "easy."

"you sure you won't hurt yourself?" at least too badly.

he rolls his eyes and before armin can blink, his knuckles are slamming into the railing. he actually did it. why are jocks so easy? "that was so weak." armin challenges. "lame."

eren punches it again without saying anything, then again and again and armin has to hold him back and push him back on the chair before he's breaking his own bones. he examines his knuckles, bruised and bloodied. just like he wanted them. "h..how was that? cool right?" he slurs, smiling happily to himself.

admin nods, "very cool. now go to sleep." he hums lightly, patting the others head again until he's snuggling into the chair.

armin waits a few minutes until he's sure eren's finally sleeping. he walks towards the wall, letting out a few puffs to brace himself. he's doing all this for you. it'll be fine. he can do it.

he doesn't allow himself to think twice before he's slamming his forehead into the wall. fuck. fuck that hurts. but he can do it. it's for y/n. it's for their relationship. he can do it. so he does it again, and again until blood is dripping down his face.

fucking hell, it hurts.

he winces as he takes out his phone, wiping the blood on the wall with the sleeve of his sweater. he dials your number and you answer on the first ring. so perfect. so damn perfect.

"hey! where'd you disappear to?" your chirpy voice says on the other line.

"y/n." he makes sure to add emphasis on his voice, "c-can you come upstairs to the balcony? second bedroom on your right."

"uh...sure. are you okay?"

he decides to hang up at that, you're coming so there's no reason to continue talking. dots start to form in his eyes, he should've expected that. slamming your head repeatedly onto a wall will do that to someone.

you arrive not twenty seconds later, hurrying up into the room and gasping once you see the sight of him. "oh my gosh!" you rush over, placing a hand on his shoulder as your examine his face. "what ha—" it's then that you notice a sleeping eren in the seat next to you two.

and normally you wouldn't even jump to such a conclusion but with the way eren's knuckle is bruised...armin left little to be assumed. "don't tell me..." you trail off, eyes widening with disbelief as you look between the two of them.

"it's fine." armin breaths out, squinting his eyes shut at the pain. "he—he must've gotten too drunk and—it's fine."

"it's not fine!" you exclaim. "he...oh gosh why would he do that?"

he stands up from the seat he's been leaning against. "he was drunk, he wasn't thinking straight. it's my fault for mentioning mikasa knowing how—"

"mikasa?" your voice is so meek it has him finally looking at you. you look hurt, like a wounded little deer and although it pains him—he's only doing this to help you. you'll see it soon enough.

"yeah, all i did was mention how if he doesn't hurry and man up, she'll be swept away by some other guy on campus. you know how mikasa is, everyone loves her and i guess he got too mad. my fault for messing with true love." he chuckles, trying to lighten to the atmosphere. "sorry, that last part was cheesy but truly i'm—are you okay?"

your bottom lip is sucked in between your teeth anxiously, slight tears forming in your eyes. "f-fine."

"are my injuries really making you cry? wow, didn't know you cared so much."

he tries not to think about the fact you're actually crying over eren. fucking eren.

you let out a forced laugh, "y-yeah." you sniff. "let's get you home. him too."

"is he usually so...violent?" you ask once you two are in the car, driving eren home. "and don't you need stitches for that or something?"

"not usually so violent. i only see him get so worked up when it's something he's truly passionate about."

"...right."

"and for the stitches part? i don't think so." at least he hopes not.

you nod.

"he's my best friend, i'm not sure he didn't mean to do it."

"he still hurt you though, that's messed up." you look at him, frown visible on your face. "your face is too adorable to get a fist punched into it."

"adorable?" he gasps, making a turn. "i'm hot. i'd like to think i stopped being adorable right when i entered college."

you laugh, "yeah. i guess."

"you guess what?" he asks, teasing smile on his face.

you smile, "you're...hot. there? did i boost your ego enough?"

"you have no idea, angel."

you're taken back by the pet-name but then realize it probably has to do with your outfit as you lean back onto the chair, staring at the passing houses.

eren's cozy in his bed a couple minutes later, snuggling into the pillows. "wonder what he's gonna feel when he wakes up knowing he beat the crap out of his best friend." you murmur, watching him on the bed.

"he did not beat the crap out of me!" armin scoffs, defensively. you giggle, "those bruises look pretty serious to me."

"doesn't mean he beat the crap out of me! it's just harmless bruises."

"sure, whatever helps you sleep at night."

he walks closer to you, "he really didn't. unless you haven't noticed, i've grown from that scrawny boy a years back. i can handle a fight."

"yeah, i've noticed but eren goes to the gym like a million times a day—"

"but did eren take a year of marital arts?" he counters.

"the dude is built like a bodybuilder, i doubt he needs marital arts."

"that's where you're wrong, dear y/n. brains win over brawn anytime."

"except for tonight." you say, mischievous glint in your eyes.

he blows air out through his lips in disbelief and it's only when he sees you squint at the movement that he realizes how close they are together. so close that all he needs to do is lean in a few inches and your lips are touching. should he? you're watching him intensely, like you also want to know what his next move is.

do you want him to? he doesn't know. he planned much more experiences to get you to realize he's the one for you. he doesn't want your first kiss with him to be in eren's bedroom, of all places. but maybe a petty part of him does want that. a way of getting back at eren for what he did. for almost taking you away from armin.

your eyes flicker up, staring at him before flicking back down to his lips. it seems you want to make the first move as your lips brush against his and armin has to will himself to not fall down because his knees feel like they're going to give out any second. holy...is this really happening? he's been waiting for this his entire life. for you to finally...fuck, your fingers idly play with the buttons of his shirt before you're deepening the kiss.

he doesn't know why but he pulls away, "why should i kiss you y/n?" he asks, voice teasing yet stern at the same time.

your body heats up from embarrassment, "i—don't you like me? the fort—"

"do i like you?" he could almost scoff at the stupid question. "do you like me?"

you look up at him, stumbling for words to say to that. you look like he's just asked you to commit murder, biting harshly on your bottom lip before breathing out. "y-yes." your voice is so timid. "i've always liked you."

oh?

oh.

"and yet you were under eren like a whore the entire night." he's not sure why he allowed that to come out but he did. you inhale sharply, quickly shaking your head. "n—no. i—"

"what? it's not like you two tried to hide it. with the way you were giggling, the way you were moaning his name."

"you saw that?"

"of course i did. how can i kiss you when you've been with eren? moaning his name, crying for him to go deeper. do you you think you deserve my kiss, y/n?" he keeps his face impassive but he's filled with glee on the inside. at the humiliation on your face, the guilt.

"i-i'm sorry!" you stammer. "i s-slept with him and i...i admit i do like him but it's clear he doesn't feel the same way an—"

"so what? i'm just a second resort?"

"no!" you quickly deny. "i've liked you for so long, armin but you've made it clear you didn't want this friendship to continue. and after this morning...and tonight i don't want to let more years pass by before i confess my feelings a—i'm sorry for what i did with eren—i really...i'm sorry." your eyelashes have tears on them, fingers digging into his shirt as you try not to full on break down.

it's so adorable. you've always been a crybaby. "i probably don't deserve it but...please...please kiss me." your bottom lip trembles.

"well go on, kiss me." he wanted to tease more, have you grovel and beg but how can he? when you're looking so desperate for just one kiss.

have you really? always liked him? has he been so blind to not notice? fucking idiot. so you have always been on the right track, you've always known what you wanted. it's others who stopped you from achieving what you truly wanted. others and armin's stupid decisions.

he allows you to lean in, your nails almost digging into his cheeks as you kiss him. he instantly wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you closer. you tilt your head to the side to get a better angle, and just as your tongues meet, armin pulls out again which elicits a whimper from you. "what..."

he grabs your jaw harshly, fingertips digging into the sides as he forces you to open your mouth. you look so pretty like this for him. dressed in white with a damn halo over your head as you look at him with that expression on your face. eyes just begging for you to be fucked. he doesn't think as he spits in your mouth and you whimper but don't protest.

he lets go and you swallow without a second thought, eyes focused on him. he can see why eren was so rough that night, you're just asking for it. "you let him fuck you, y/n. let him touch you."

should he even be acting so possessive right now? he should save that for later, when he's wired the fact you belong to him and only him into your brain. but that look in your eyes...it seems you already know. and his cock twitches at the possibility. do you? do you already know who you belong to y/n?

he drags you back until your back bumps against the dresser, his hand grabs your cunt which is practically aching for him already. "you let him touch this. this which belongs to me." he says into your ear and you whimper, clenching his shirt.

"s—sorry, p—lease please i'm so—nngh!" armin pinches your clit, mercilessly digging his fingers into the sensitive bud.

"who does this belong to?"

slick is already forming, coating his fingers. tears gather in your eyes, "y-you."

it's like fireworks went off inside of him, like he's finally seeing the light after years and years of pining. you do know. you know that every inch of you belongs to him, that you weren't made for anyone else. you were made for him. only him.

you shiver as his lips plant soft kisses on your chest, his hand gripping your hip. those hips he's always had too many fantasies about to count. he bites down, wanting everyone to see his marks on you. to see who you belong to. his teeth nip on your chest, jaw, chin, neck—anywhere he can leave marks.

he just wants to make you feel good, so good you forget about all your other past partners. he roughly turns you around so you can see yourself in the mirror behind you, your hands lean on the dresser, a dazed look already in your eyes. "you don't care that he's here?" armin whispers.

you shake your head, "i don't. please armin, fuck me."

you let out a wonderful moan as he pulls your dress up, ripping your panties and throwing them on the ground. he dives a finger inside of your needy cunt, "fuck!" you whimper.

"does it hurt?" he mocks. he doubts it does. not with the way you're trembling with pleasure under his touch. "i'm sorry angel but you don't deserve lube. not after everything you put me through me."

you nod helplessly, not even disagreeing with his words. "i'm so sorry." tears fall down your cheeks, eyes looking back into his through the mirror.

you're so weak for his touch and it's so gratifying. it's all he's ever wanted. "you're so pretty, so tight just for me." he inserts another finger, curling them until your legs start shaking under your own weight. he holds you up, teeth grazing your neck and peppering kisses on your back.

it's so hot. everything feels so hot as the moans travel out of your lips, the sound of his fingers inside of you followed by your high pitched whining. it's almost too much. eren is right there and although he's not waking up anytime soon, it's just...fuck. it takes another finger before you're spilling onto his hand, guttural moan escaping your lips as you almost fall down.

he smiles in ecstasy, bringing his fingers to his lips and shamelessly licking every single white spot he finds on them. why would he be ashamed? he's been waiting for this his entire life. this is all he could ever ask for. "it tastes just like candy." he grins near your ear.

you shiver, "please...please fuck me."

he doesn't allow himself any more stalling, he's gonna have the rest of your lives together to taste and tease you. right now, all he wants to do is sink into that tight heat. so he does. and you both moan at the feeling. it's so hot, taking it in like armin's cock was always meant to be there. and it was, wasn't it?

"fuck..." he grips your hips, starting to thrust up. the arousal eating him up.

"so—big." you choke out as he starts to fill you up all the way. "feels so good..." you grip his cock so perfectly. everything you do is so perfect.

he starts to thrust harder once you've adjusted, not sparing any time as he pounds into you. the items on the dresser start to shake, moving around but none of you care enough. skin slaps against skin, his fingers clench your hips while yours dig into the dresser. he grins at the way your mouth falls open, tongue lolling around as you're helpless to way he's drilling into you.

you love this. it's so evident on your face. you love the fact it's armin behind you, the fact it's him inside of you right now. you didn't even ask for a condom...fuck how perfect would that be? you filled up with his babies. he could almost cum just at the thought.

but he doesn't. instead he increases his pace, fucking you eagerly. "wanted this for so long. fuck, you're so tight. feels so good. you're so perfect. so so perfect."

you let out a wet sob, whether at his actions or words—he doesn't know but he relishes the sound. "you like that y/n? being pounded into like you're nothing? while the guy you claim to like sleeps not even five feet away? it's pathetic." he chuckles.

and he's not usually so mean. he won't be during your other sexual activities. no he'll treat you like a princess, like the perfect angel you are. but right now, he's angry. and you need to know your place.

"suh—sorry." you cry out. "won't do it again. so sorry." you shake your head, grinding your ass back to meet his thrusts.

you throw your head back, mouth parted and begging for a kiss to which armin gives. your tongues meet, swirling around together as he licks into your perfect mouth. you two moan into each others mouths as armin continues his pace and—fuck he has to almost slap himself for being an idiot and not doing this sooner as he brings his hand around to cup your right breast, clenching it tightly and you moan deliciously at the contact.

he grips it as your tongue goes to lick his teeth, licking anything really. you're so needy. just as needy as him. your moans get even louder and he's thankful eren's parents are out on some business trip cause he's pretty sure the entire neighborhood can hear you right now. "so—ah! so good armin. you make me feel so good." you say, voice airy. "please fill me up, please i want your cum."

he's pretty sure those exact words are the reason for the orgasm that happens not two seconds later. he grips your waist tightly, cock deep inside as he empties everything in you. you practically scream, legs shaking as armin continues to grind into you. making you feel every single inch of him. because it all belongs to you.

"so perfect." he pants, resting his sweaty forehead on your back. "so perfect."

would now be a good time to say he loves you?

you’re avoiding him.

at first he just thought you were just a bit shy considering the circumstances, you two were close friends then went through a period of barely speaking to each other for months only for him to end up fucking you in someone else’s bedroom.

so he gave you time to process all of that but it’s been two weeks...how much more time do you need? the first week he tried to stay calm but now it’s getting too much, the last time he gave you space you two didn’t speak for so long. that was his fault and he won’t make it again, he can’t go through that again. not after finally having a taste of you.

he sighs deeply, digging his fingers under the pillow and taking out the pink lace bra he took out of your drawer the other day. he just misses you too much. it feels like he can’t breath whenever you awkwardly walk out of a room once you see him, how you deliberately ignore his unwavering gaze, how you haven’t said even a single word to him.

it fills him up with anxiety and he needs to find a way to release somehow so he shamelessly acquired this piece of material. it’s not like he’s committed some crime, he just needed to find a way to be near you. to feel you again.

he wishes he could see it on you, maybe he’ll ask you to keep it on next time you two make love again. his hand was under his sweatpants the second he felt himself harden, quickly tugging on his length until he was panting into the pillow. “y/n...” he moans.

he needs you. needs to taste you, touch your soft skin and feel it under his fingertips. needs to hear your moans, see your scrunched up eyebrows and dazed out eyes as he pounds into you...fuck you’d be clawing at his shoulders just like that night. you’d be so tight as sweat drips down both of your bodies.

he grips his cock tighter, toes curled and eyes shut tight as the bra is held to his chest. if only he could live between your legs forever, feeling your tight heat and hearing your pretty little sounds. he’d never want to leave.

you’ve been gone all day, barely been around the last two weeks and he had no idea how much his schedule depended on you being near. even when he was ignoring you, most of the things he did throughout the day consisted of taking care of you. making sure you got to your classes, took your morning jokes safely, how he used to watch you study in the library and so much more. but he didn’t even know where you were now, he had your entire routine memorized back on campus. it definitely isn’t the same now that school was temporarily over.

loneliness was creeping in. he doesn’t know what to do without you. it’s not like he could study to pass the time anymore. fuck. all he needed was one more tug before he was releasing all over his hand.

that was unsatisfactory. it’s not like the real thing. masturbating does nothing anymore once he’s actually been inside of you. he groans, frustration threatening to take him apart as he gets up and walks towards the bathroom. it only takes a few minutes before he’s cleaned up and changed his clothes, ready to go to sleep.

but then he hears something.

rustling outside, right under his window. then he hears your soft voice, uttering something he can’t quite hear. he walks closer to it, thankful he left it slightly open.

what he sees...is definitely not what he expected.

his fingers unconsciously clench the window handle, almost breaking his nails in the process as he watches eren—eren walking down the lawn and into the street.

he was...he was in your room? he didn’t hear the front door open and there’s no other way for eren to have walked in unless he climbed that tree next to the two rooms. why was he in your room?

armin tastes blood in his mouth, biting down on his tongue so harshly that his teeth pierced into it. while he was in here, agonizing over your absence—you were in there with him. doing who knows what.

well, it’s pretty obvious what you were up to as he watches the pep in eren’s steps.

fucking hell.

he thought he fixed that.

are the healing bruises in his face just...fuck why are you with him? he shakes his head, trying to calm down but it’s pointless at this rate. he should’ve done more, he would’ve done more but then you suddenly came onto him that night and he thought he had won. apparently not.

playing nice is pointless. it seems you like men like eren regardless of the crappy actions they do. what’s wrong with you?

he’s walking to your bedroom in the next second, fists clenching and unclenching. what’s wrong with you? he goes to knock but then scoffs bitterly before sharply opening the door, hearing the sound of it smacking against the wall.

you’re on your bed, gasping and eyes widening at the abrupt action and sound. “armin—what—”

you’re just wearing an oversized shirt...that is definitely not his. looks like eren’s old football jersey. fucking hell. what is wrong with you, y/n?

“are you serious?” he breathes out, nails digging into the flesh of his palms. “are you fucking serious?” he takes a step forward and you anxiously scoot back on the bed.

“what are you doing?” you ask like he’s in the wrong. like he’s the one acting like a little confusing, manipulative whore.

“why are you doing this to me, y/n?” he grits out. “why?”

“doing what?” you raise your voice a bit, pursing your lips. the look in your eyes tells him you know exactly what he��s talking about.

“what’s so special about him? please tell me cause i don’t understand. why’d you go back to him even after everything he did? he doesn’t even love you—not like i do, how many times do i have to say no one loves you like i do?” he’s in front of you in a second, hands clenching your shoulders and slightly shaking you.

“y-you’re acting weird, armin.” your bottom lip starts to quiver. “you’re scaring me.”

“i’m scaring you?” he laughs. “not the man who almost beat me to a pulp? but it’s me who scares you?”

“l-like you said—he was drunk so...so he didn’t mean to! he said he apologized—”

“that’s not the point!” he yells, startling you. your eyes are widen to the point they look like they’re going to fall out but he doesn’t care. what’s wrong with you? “he’s brash, rude, inconsiderate. he could care less about you and trust me the second summer is over, he’s ditching your ass for someone else and yet you still pin after him? is that what you like y/n? do you enjoy getting walked over like a damn doormat by everyone? your parents, historia, abby and now eren? what the fuck is wrong with you?”

tears are gathering in your eyes, you bring your hands up to his and push them off of your shoulders. “you’re being mean.”

“i thought you liked that? unless it’s coming from me right? you allow everyone else to treat you like crap then come crawling to me with tears in your damn eyes when you need a safety net.” he seethes. “everyone else can be jackasses, except for me. i always need to be your perfect little armin.”

“what is your problem?” you stand up, facing him. trying to appear strong when you both know it’s all an act. you can barely stand up for yourself without crying. “you’re the one who ignored me for—”

“not this crap again. you’re the one who came onto me that night, saying you’re mine, begging me to fuck you and then you suddenly ignore me and go right back to eren even after everything.” he throws his hands up in the air.

“i like eren.” you exhale shakily, seems like those three words were the only ones you were capable of forming at the moment.

“you said you liked me too, remember? how you always liked me—”

“i was drunk that night, armin.” it’s said so nonchalantly, like it’s the actual truth but he knows better. he was watching you most of the night and you didn’t even go near a cup of alcohol.

fuck, he wants nothing more than to grip and throw you on that bed. fuck into you like the slut you apparently are and hear your soft noises. but it seems—it seems you don’t want that from him. you want that from eren. you want eren to be the big bad wolf and for armin to be your safe sanctuary whenever things get too rough.

he doesn’t want that. he wants to be your everything.

why can’t you allow that?

“so, what? you don’t want me?”

if being rough won’t work then he can try an alternative. it doesn’t matter if it makes him look pathetic, he needs you.

and the pain he’s in right now is excruciating, blurring his vision with tears. “can’t you at least try then y/n?” he walks over, hands suddenly grasping your wrists. the hold was rigid, crushing and even he was surprised at the sheer force of it. like he was trying to break something. “you can try to want me, to love me? can’t you? is it that hard? after everything i’ve done for you, you want to just leave me behind in the dust? everything i’ve done means nothing to you?”

you whimper, shaking your head no. “t—that’s not it. i just—” tears start to trail down your face, tiny sobs filling the room. “it’s not you, it’s me.”

“really? that crap line—”

“it’s the truth!” you exclaim, facing him again. “i...i don’t deserve you, armin. being with people like eren is better because even when i screw up, it won’t matter. b-but if we do get together than i’ll just mess everything up and hurt you and then i’ll lose you and i don’t wanna—i don’t want to lose you. i can’t.” you babble.

he stares at you, shock written all over his face. and disbelief, pure disbelief. that’s what you’re scared of? “the only thing that’s hurting me is you being with eren. it’s fucking kill me, y/n.” he chokes out. “and how many times do i have to tell you that i’ll never leave.”

“you left before.” you say, voice barley above a whisper. “you just left me alone to face everything and then you get mad cause of my choices—”

“i’m sorry, i regret doing that. so, so much.” he cups your cheeks, finally letting go of your wrist and it’s only then does he see the slight bruises his grip left on your wrist. fuck, why do you look so pretty with his marks?

“but that was the last time. i’m never leaving you again. i love you y/n. you’re all i need and i’m all you need, okay?” he leans his forehead against yours, taking in your everything. “okay?”

“but you can’t see the future, what if—”

“no.” he snaps, voice filled with finality. the only way he’s ever going to be apart from you is if the claws of death try to sink their way into him and even then, he’d find a way back to you. he can’t be without you. not anymore. it’s not even an option. “i won’t. i promise. okay?”

you stay silent for a minute, tears still streaming down as you sniff. “okay.” you rest your face in the crook of his neck, gripping the collar of his shirt. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, please forgive me.” you sob.

that’s exactly what you said that night and you still went and betrayed him. and yes you cleared things up. he knows it was all because of insecure, self sabotaging thoughts that pierced their way into you but what if they come back? what if you do that again? he can’t see you with eren anymore, he won’t be able to control his actions if he does. he backs away, taking your jaw into his hand and staring at you.

“you won’t do that again, will you?” he’s not asking. the tone in his voice makes it clear committing something as atrocious as that isn’t even a possibility anymore.

you nod meekly, doe eyes staring into yours with a hint of fear but this time he doesn’t care. if a bit of fear will keep you from shattering his heart again, then he hopes it sticks forever.

“i won’t.” you smile timidly.

good.

he’s inside of you not ten minutes later, chest covering your back as he fondles your breast. leaving marks anywhere he can. you’re his. and he’ll make sure everyone knows it. teeth sinking into fragile flesh with no mercy and with the way you cry out, you don’t seem to mind.

you’re yelping with every thrust, fingers clenching the sheets and his end goal is take several rounds throughout the night, pound into you until you’re non verbal. barely able to even let out tiny whimpers. he wants you so fucked out that no other cock will fill you up the way he does. and most certainly not eren’s.

he can tell he’s close, quickly flipping you around so you’re straddling him now, hands wrapping around your neck as you cry out. he smirks at the sight in front of him, purple marks covering your body, tear filled eyes and uncontrollable noises of pleasure.

so perfect.

it’s all he’s ever wanted.

he grips your waist, pistons in and out to the point you’re screaming. does historia hear that? hears you scream for him, evidence you’re his now. not theirs anymore. they can’t control you anymore, can’t taint what he loves any longer. armin’s the only one for you.

“oh—oh fuck.” you sniff through the tears, bouncing on top of him. that lace bra snug on your chest. you wore it just for him, just cause he asked.

“do you love me?” he pants, grip tightening.

you nod dumbly, without a second thought. “i do...i love you. i love you so much, armin.”

“good.” he smiles. fucking fantastic.

“you belong to me, right? you don’t need them anymore? right?” he practically begs.

you whimper, staying silent a second too long so he angles this next thrust into your sweet spot

causing you to yelp. “y-yes! i’m yours, i don’t need them.” you confirm.

“you don’t need anyone but me.”

“i don’t need anyone but you.” you whine, leaning your head onto his. “and you don’t need anyone but me, r-right?”

what kind of question is that? of course he doesn’t need anyone else. he’s never needed anyone else. if he could burn the entire world down with you two as the only survivors, he would. he wants you to himself, wants you to only have him. forever and always.

“of course.”

#armin x reader #armin x you #armin x y/n #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #armin smut #yandere #yandere armin #toxic relationship #manipulative #absolute menace to edit so pls ignore any mistakes unless really major 😫

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hey hey, it's me again. i realize that there's gonna be.. probably no one who knows what the fuck i'm talking about/know the context for this, but could i get a kai x reader for the last/3rd life based thing i talked about on your main? with the scenario of (reader) becoming a red life and kai having to.. idk, watch em or something?

it's fine if you can't, i just thought that it'd be fun 😭 /gen

— 🎸

YEAH I love minecraft this is so fun. ALSO there's gonna be angst in here cuz like...there's no returning from a red name I assume?

I'm gonna say Jay has dark green name because he's a hardcore gamer, Zane has dark green from pure dumb luck, also he just sits at home and does farming all day that's literally it. Cole and Nya have green names, Lloyd has a yellow name because he has trouble hearing creepers sneak up behind him, and Kai has a yellow name because he INSISTS on going mining and then he keeps suffocating under gravel or mining straight down into lava or falling in ravines.

Context here

/Gamerule KeepInventory False

You were a really good player. How did it come down to this? He worked hard to expand your home; gave you nice, small windows you couldn't fit through so you could see the sunlight, fed you your favorite foods by tossing them into your cage, and even gave you a bed to sleep in. You never used it; instead opting to pace around your cage endlessly, looking for any way to escape. There wasn't any, of course. You couldn't mine obsidian without the diamond pickaxe you lost.

He would sit there for hours, talking to you as if you were listening, and not staring angrily at him with intent to kill. "Lloyd's gotten better at making potions. Jay has to bring him ingredients, but he's been sitting in the library, studying and practicing. I think we can cure you soon." He smiled sadly at you. He wanted nothing more than to hold you, touch you, but he knew the second he put his arm within your reach, you'd tear it off his body without hesitation. But he believed you were in there somewhere; that the disease that had taken over your body only controlled your actions, not your thoughts.

You all started out with dark green names. Everyone in Ninjago did. Some players had better luck than others; those who didn't know what they were doing died off quickly, and started to spread a disease once they had died too many times. The green would fade to red and they would lose control, wanting to paint the world in that unsettling copper scent. Those who had seconds of control left after seeing their red names would set themselves on fire and hope that would kill them before they hurt anyone. Everyone had campfires next to their beds just in case.

You weren't as good as Jay, but you were the best at tedious work like mining and farming for supplies. When someone wanted wood or stone, or anything else, you would be back in an hour with a few stacks of it. The first accident was when you were caught by yourself surrounded by red players. They fought you, then fought each other once you died. It all went downhill from there.

The last time Kai saw you, you went out to get kelp. He doesn't know if you drowned or you were poisoned by a pufferfish or what happened out there, but he opened the door to your shared room to get something, when you appeared in front of him. Items missing and name red.

You just stood there in shock. He looked to the fire pit in your room, but wasn't ready to let you go. There wasn't much time to act, as the disease would take over soon. "Come on, come on!" He grabbed your wrist hard and yanked you outside, despite your protests. You had gathered obsidian a few hours ago, and he put one down. "Get on it, now!" He shouted. He'd never yelled at you before, and you flinched before stepping onto it. You tried to protest, but he wouldn't listen. "Shut up! I'm trying to fix this!" He was crying just as much as you were as he worked on the four walls first.

You twitched, then hunched over in pain, the first sign of take over. "Kai...I love you."

Then you went quiet as he put the ceiling on. Those were your last words to him. Once you were properly trapped, he sat down on the ground and processed everything. Nya came out to see her brother screaming and sobbing loudly, and tried desperately to calm him down. Nothing worked until Lloyd stepped up, promising to try and find a way to cure you.

It took him weeks to recover. He didn't do anything to help the team, which they didn't mind too much. They spent that time staying home and stocking resources while Kai grieved. Keeping you in your original cage, he built more obsidian around it, then stocked a chest with food and snowballs you could throw for fun in case you were bored, and put a bed in the middle for you to sleep on. There was no way for you to get any resources, and no way for you to get out. You were perfectly trapped and as safe from the outside as the outside was from you. When it came time to release you from the cage into the larger prison, he sat on the top block first, then got rid of the walls, allowing you to get out. You reached for him, but he was too high up for you. "I love you, (Y/N)." All he got was growling as you continued to fruitlessly grab for his ankles.

He climbed out of a hole in the ceiling and finally sealed you away. Days turned to weeks turned to months. Every time Lloyd seemed close to a cure, something would go wrong and he would have to start over. The potion would have the wrong effect, or an ingredient would be so scarce that other players had already gotten to and hoarded it first, or the ingredients wouldn't mix properly and make the potion useless, or something, or something, or something. Kai stopped counting the mistakes a long time ago.

"If I still had a green name, you bet I would waste it just to go in there and hold you, even if you would tear me apart. Even if it wouldn't last longer than a few seconds. To touch you and hold you again." He sighed to you. "Wouldn't you like that?"

You let out a low growl, then hissed at him viciously. He smiled and stared at you lovingly. "I know you would. Just a little longer, (Y/N). We'll fix this. We'll fix this." He repeated to himself.

#title is because when players die they don't keep their stuff #hence why reader doesn't have their diamond pickaxe or anything else on them when they die #ninjago #ninjago kai #kai x reader #death #death mention #blood #gore #injury #angst #oneshot #guitar anon

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