#“house. close your eyes.” & he doesn't know what he expects but every inch of his body wants to do it so fuck consequences he'll do it

[justabunchofdragons]

HI i'm So glad you agree w my tags on that vid of wilson on speed... <333 seriously though imagine. house putting his hands around wilson's neck and feeling his pulse beating away at like 90mph. when he pulls away he has a bloody lip cus wilson was trembling so hard he bit down on his lip on accident. fuck my lifeeeee i cant stop thinking about them

ohhhhhhghgg ......!!!!!!!!!!!!! i must have you know i read this during shopping with my mother and i could NOTT stop grinning because that visual is so insane ... fuck......

[moon7jay]

please teacher heeseung x student reader..? 😩

Teacher heeseung who can't take his eyes off of you in class, gaze pivoted to you and how your skirt sits so temptingly on your plush thighs

Teacher heeseung who maintains eye contact when you smirk at him seductively, inching your skirt up and pushing your chest outwards, just for him to see

Teacher heeseung who doesn't miss your suggestive gestures in class, whether it be getting in trouble on purpose so that he can scold you or standing a little close to him just to look up at him with those seductive doe eyes "I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again" But it will. It will happen again and again cuz something about the way he yells or reprimands you has u rubbing your thighs together. Something that doesn't go unnoticed by heeseung

Teacher heeseung who feels his pants tighten when you open your legs wide just to give him a glimpse of your bare pussy under the table, the sight so sinful it makes him ache in his jeans

Teacher heeseung who is aware that what he's doing is wrong but can't help himself from asking you to stay after class, pressing you against the black board, his hips snapping against u at an animalistic pace

Teacher heeseung who is so angry and frustrated, so done with your constant teasing and seduction that he's going harder than you expected. But it turns you on, your pussy leaking juices that drips down both of your thighs and soaks his balls

Teacher heeseung who presses you against every surface in the class, one leg up on the table, bent over backwards, missionary on the floor, mating press against the door-

It doesn't end

Teacher heeseung who is extra mean to you during class cuz he knows you like it, it makes you crave him more, the sex after class becomes more spicy when one of you is mad

Teacher heeseung who cannot get enough of your fresh, young pussy and the way it clenches around his hot, throbbing dick when he's buried deep inside

Teacher heeseung who loves being wrapped in your tight little pussy for hours after class, everyday, sometimes even two times a day when he's pushing you in the storage room between classes and pounding that hot cunt

Teacher heeseung who fucks your mouth like it's your cunt on days when you're on your periods cuz why should he compromise with the pleasure when you're willing to drop to your knees on his single command

Teacher heeseung who doesn't care that you are sore from yesterday, when his dick aches for your pussy he couldn't care less about anything else, taking you right on the classroom floor, groaning and moaning like an animal in heat

Teacher heeseung who passes you in all subjects with good grades, you just need to open your legs and give him your cunt to fuck whenever he wants it

Teacher heeseung who thinks it's all just sex but you have started to fall in love with him, his dick and body being the only thing which occupy your mind

Teacher heeseung who catches up on your obsession with him from the way that you stare at him dreamily during class, or extra efforts that u do such as bringing him lunch and complimenting his smile

Teacher heeseung who finds you cute but needs to put an end to this cuz he can't afford losing his job

Teacher heeseung who breaks your heart in two when he pushes you away and starts actively ignoring you in class, him being the first and only man you had actually fallen in love with left you distraught

Teacher heeseung who starts noticing when u start missing his classes, eventually stopping altogether, your empty chair bugging him in a way that is borderline obsessive

Teacher heeseung who loses his damn mind when he sees you sitting too close to another boy who he recognizes as jake from his class

Teacher heeseung who doesn't feel guilty when he's wrongfully failing jake cuz his veins are filled with nothing but hot anger and disdain. The sight of you smiling at another man driving him up the wall

Teacher heeseung who shows up at your house, finding the perfect opportunity when your parents aren't home, pushing you inside and taking you against the wall

Teacher heeseung who doesn't even prep you or give you a chance to protest before he's slipping inside your warm fuck hole and starts fucking

Teacher heeseung who is spewing filth, his cock hitting your cervix, bumping your womb painfully cuz of how deep he's fucking, reminding you that you belong to him and how he's gonna ruin jake cuz how dare he breathe the same air as you

Teacher heeseung who doesn't stop pounding in your wet heat even though u r begging him to stop, the overestimation getting to your head

Teacher heeseung who fucks you 5 more times in your own house until all you're capable of doing is babbling incoherent words

Teacher heeseung who groans "mine" in your ear before cumming inside of your abused cunt one last time. Marking his territory

[smoooothoperator]

What Was I Made For?

08: Technical Difficulties

Charles Leclerc x driver!OC (Dafne Morelli)

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers

Warnings: angst, two idiots fighting again

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Tuscany was a place that brought me inner peace, childhood memories, a sense of safety.

It reminds me of the summers I spent with my grandma, sneaking into the kitchen to watch her make homemade pasta and pizza. It reminds me of being free and knowing that here I am my own person, that I can be myself and not a racing driver. 

When my grandma passed away, she left this house for my sisters and I, leaving my mother with other properties, knowing how much this house meant for us and how many memories this place holds. Here we had first kisses, first love… Every inch of this house has our signature with small details: a wall piano where I used to sit with my dad to play it, a pottery jar my sister Soleil made, a painting made by my sister. 

This house is my place, my safe space, my sanctuary. 

And yet there he is, stepping into my space when no one asked him to be here, turning my life upside down as always with his selfishness. 

“You have to leave” I said firmly, placing a protective hand over my belly.

“I want to talk, Dafne… please” he sighed, not tearing his eyes away from my swollen belly, making me turn around and walk towards the couch I occupied before he showed up.

“There's nothing to talk about, Charles” I sighed. “You've done enough. Leave me alone”

“I won't” he frowned, following me, making me hug myself. “I won't leave. Not this time-”

“Can't you see that the only thing you do is ruining my life?” I snapped, turning around to face him. “Look at what you have done! This is your fault!”

“I know!” he exclaimed, making me clench my jaw. “I know! And I'm so sorry!”

“Saying sorry won't fix this” I frowned, pointing at my belly. “Saying sorry won't make me have my career back. Saying sorry won't make me hate you less”

He clenched his jaw, but never looked away. He stayed where he was, looking at me all the time, following me with his eyes.

“I'm not leaving until you hear me” he frowned, making me groan while I sat on the chair.

“You think you can just show up here and try to be in my life after everything you did? After the panic attacks, the harassment, the constant media hounding?” I frowned. “You made me lose a man I really wanted to be with. Sebastian is more man than you, he tried to put back the broken pieces of my heart after the disaster you made. And then I had to see his heart breaker when I told him that this baby wasn't his but yours. You have an idea of how much that hurts?”

His eyes filled with regret as he clenched his jaw, but I couldn't let myself feel sorry for him. I have to be strong. For me. And for this baby.

“I know I've made mistakes” he sighed, and before he talked again he took a few deep breaths closing his eyes. “But I'm here to make things right. I came to talk things and fix this”

“You can't fix this” I said, pointing between us, fighting the tears. “You can't just show up and expect things to be okay. It's too late”

“Please Dafne…” he begged, taking a few steps closer. “I'm not asking for forgiveness right now, I just… Just give me the chance to be here, for you. For our baby”

“Our baby” I repeated bitterly. “This isn't about you, Charles! The world doesn't turn around you! This time is about me and what I need. And what I need right now is to have you away from me”

He stayed silent, with his eyes moving from my belly to my eyes. For a moment, I thought he really was going to leave. I saw him close his eyes slowly and take a deep breath, I saw that tic he has in his jaw whenever he's nervous. For a few seconds I felt relieved, thinking he was going to turn around and walk out of the backyard.

“I'm not leaving” he said, opening his eyes again. “I'm going to stay until you believe that I mean what I said. Until you decide to fix things and speak”

“You are so stubborn!” I exclaimed, frustrated. “Why can't you just respect my wishes?”

“Because I care about you, okay?” he exclaimed back, raising up his arms. “Why do you think I came here? I waited patiently until you came back to the factory, but you never came. I was going crazy because you weren't giving signals if you were alive or not. You didn't even make a statement about you retiring!”

“Do you think that's easy?” I mumbled. “Why do you think I came here? Why do you think I didn't say anything? Because this is hard for me, Charles! You have an idea how embarrassing it is for me to say you can't race anymore because you are going to be a mother? Do yu have an idea of how many times I had to answer to multiple people that I wanted to focus on racing when they asked me about my future plans, about making a family?”

“I…” he sighed.

“You have it easy” I said pointing at him with my hand. “You can keep racing, you can have as many kids as you want, after all you won't have to carry them for nine months. But I have to carry this baby, Charles. I can't race anymore, my body won't be the same”

“And I'm sorry for that, it's my fault” he sighed.

“Yes, it is” I scoffed. “If there's one to blame here it's you. I did nothing wrong. Just because you decided to not use a condom and be drunk”

“You were drunk too” he tried to attack back, but he stopped looking at the floor. 

I stood up and turned around and hugged myself, looking at the sunset and taking a deep breath.

“You can stay the night” I said. “But I want you out of here before I wake up”

“Dafne-”

“No” I stopped him. “Right now you only bring me pain. If you want to fix things, go back in time and go to your hotel room instead of mine”

Laying in bed, now more than ever, only brought memories.

The room that always has been mine changed all over the years. My grandma inherited this house from her father, who was something like the lord of the land. It's a big house, and when my mother had Erica and then me, she decided that she wanted to give us a room for ourselves, making my mother know that this building was also ours.

My room was decorated the moment my mother knew she was pregnant with me, and it started to get shape as I was getting older. The bed changed a few times, the shelves were full of books and plants, the wardrobe had summer clothes, the walls were filled with pictures of all the places I had been in my life. 

This room it's my sanctuary more than the house itself.

And knowing that Charles is at the other side of the door, as many other times, makes me want to stay here safe.

I heard him walking around the house like he owned it. After all, he spent many summers here, he knows where the things are here. I heard him walk in the kitchen downstairs, making something for dinner. I heard him sneeze and yawn.

He really won't leave.

I sat on the bed, rubbing my belly softly while looking out the window, taking deep breaths when I felt my cat walking towards me.

“What should I do?” I whispered, looking at my cat.

The day I found out I was pregnant wasn't the best day of my life. I had a crash that made me fall unconscious, I pushed away a man I knew I could fall in love with and be with him, I disappointed my parents.

I sighed, rubbing my belly softly, something I found myself doing more than I wanted. And somehow, I liked feeling it. I liked feeling that I was growing a human in me, it made me feel stronger than ever. If only this baby was from the man I love…

The door opened slowly, making me turn my head towards him. He had a hand on the handle and the other on the door frame, looking at me, watching how I had my sweater raised up so I could feel the skin of my stomach.

“Eh… I made dinner” he said, with his eyes fixed on me.

“Good for you. What do you want, pats on your back? A trophy?” I answered sarcastically.

“I want you to eat dinner” he frowned. 

“No, thank you. I won't eat something you made” I scoffed. “And I'm not hungry”

“Oh my God, can you stop?” he frowned. “I just want to apologize, make things right! And you make it very hard for me!”

“So? I think I made it pretty clear that I don't want to have you here” I frowned. 

“And what are you going to do, raise that kid alone? It's mine too, I have every right to be here” he groaned. 

“But I don't want you here!” I exclaimed. “I don't want to see you. I don't want to remember every second of the day that you are the father of this baby, that you are the one that made this!”

“Well, I'm sorry! Accidents happen!” he exclaimed, raising his arms.

“Exactly” I groaned. “This is an accident. But who will be the one that won't be damaged? You. I want you out of my life”

He clenched his jaw and looked at me, shaking his head. I just want him to leave me, is it that hard?

“You can't push everyone away, Dafne” he sighed. “You did that with Sebastian. And you always did it with me. I think it's time for us to act like adults”

“Get out of my room”

“Fine. But I won't leave this house until we talk” he said before closing my door.

“Asshole!” I screamed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it to the door. “I hate you!”

“Well, I don't!” 

What?

I frowned looking at the door, hugging my stomach softly. 

What did he say?

“Whatever” I groaned, turning around on the bed and laying on my side, with my back facing the door. “Your dad is not good, you won't like him”

I swallowed thickly, looking out of the window and drawing circles on my belly with my nails. I'm hungry, the baby is hungry, but I won't give him the satisfaction of eating whatever he made, not even sharing the same room with him.

Charles might have been the first love of my life. But that was a stupid, childish and innocent crush. 

My stomach growled in the middle of the night, making me groan and rub it softly. 

I'm hungry.

I sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing my eyes while I put warm socks on my feet. I got up and wrapped my shoulders with a blanket, taking a deep breath before walking out of my room.

I expected the house to be cold, like always. But it was warm. Maybe he fired the fireplace and let it die before he went to sleep.

I went downstairs and sighed, wrapping the blanket tighter around me. The stairs were cold against my covered feet, making me shiver softly.

When I reached the last step I frowned, watching him. He was on the couch, an uncomfortable couch, hugging himself and with his head on a pillow. 

“Idiot” I whisper, looking at him.

He could have gone to the room he shed to sleep in with his brothers whenever they came. But he stayed here, for what? Waiting for me to come? 

I shook my head and walked towards the kitchen, sighing when I saw a plate on the counter. I sat on the chair and looked at it, biting my lip when I saw a sandwich on it. 

And not a simple sandwich. My favorite sandwich. 

“How the hell…” I frowned, turning around and looking at him.

How does he know that my favorite sandwich is the one that has tuna with mayo and ketchup? How? 

I sighed, eating it and groaning when I swallowed it. God, it's so good. 

“Is it good?”

I gasped softly, flinching. He's awake.

“Why are you sleeping on the couch? You have a room” I said, not turning.

“Just in case you walked downstairs” he sighed. “I know you, Dafne…”

“You know nothing about me, Leclerc” I frowned. 

“I know that you love eating” he said, standing in front of me at the other side of the table. “I know that for dinner you always need your comfort meal, and after that you always have cookies with milk. You have been doing that since we are little”

“Fuck off” I groaned, looking away.

“I know that you love peaches, but you are allergic to the peel” he continued. “That you love the chocolate of Cadbury, more specifically the Wispa bars”

I frown and look at him. How? How does he know that? Why? Who told him?

“I know you, Dafne” he repeated.

“No, Charles! You don't know me” I said tiredly. “If you did, none of the shit that is happening between us should have happened! If you did, you would understand why I hated every second of every fight we had. Why can't you accept that I want to be someone successful? Why can't you let me be and mind your own business?”

“And do you think it was easy for me?” he exclaimed. “Do you think it was easy for me watching you risk your life every time you got into your kart and now into the cars? I knew from the start that this sport was dangerous, and when I saw you for the first time in a kart I nearly had a heart attack!”

“You are being so selfish! This is my dream” I exclaimed, standing up.

“And I tried, every time I could, to make sure you left it” he said. “I tried to fight against you to make you hate it, to make you see that…”

“What? That I'm not made for this? That this is a sport for men?”

He swallowed thickly and looked away, walking towards the window of the kitchen, his back facing me.

“When Jules died I started to have nightmares nearly every night” he whispered. “Some nights his crash on Sakura was on repeat in my mind. And then other nights that crash was happening to you. Do you have an idea of what was going on in my mind when I realized that the one that was in the barriers in Abu Dhabi was you? Do you have an idea of how hard it was for me knowing that you were unconscious?”

“Charles” I frowned.

“Do you have an idea how hard I tried to keep you safe? Dafne, I-”

“No. Don't do this. You have no right. How dare you? Why are you like this? Why the hell you have been acting all our fucking life like a jerk with me, making me feel so little, and then you come here now to say what, that you love me?” I scoffed. 

But then he turned his head slowly, looking at me with those green eyes.

“No” I mumbled. “No. No, don't. Leave. Leave right now! I don't want to see you! Get the fuck out if my house!”

“Dafne…”

“No” I groaned. “You have no right”

He turned around to look at me but I just took a step back before he could reach me, walking out of the kitchen and going to the hall of the house to grab the key cars. 

If he doesn't want to leave, then I will.

Even if it's two in the morning.

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Part 4 - Catfish Steddie

Author's Note: This part turned out to be bigger than I expected, so I also decided to take this to AO3. I'll update when I have the link, but I'll keep posting over here too, and doing the tag list at the end. Thanks for reading! Look out for two more parts after this one!

Now on Ao3

It's not that Steve didn't care that someone was using his face to catfish people. He knew, from how little Eddie wanted to discuss it, how it affected him. How it messed with his self-image and his ability to trust others. 

Steve could feel it in the way Eddie always seemed to be ready to bolt from him. He offered something real and then pulled back again. It was a slow back and forth that Steve didn't mind, because he knew what he wanted. 

Eddie. He wanted Eddie. 

He felt the way he retracted every time Steve complimented him, hiding behind jokes or self-deprecating comments. Steve tried to reassure him, and he felt like he was winning. 

But when Eddie called the catfish number, that he still had on his phone under Steve's name for some reason, it was like every inch they had walked towards each other had disappeared. Eddie retracted again, as if he was certain he was reading the situation right when he possibly couldn't be. 

"I don't understand," Eddie says at first and Steve tries reaching out for him, seeing the exact moment Eddie flinches away. 

It hurts more than he can admit. 

"Eddie, let's talk about this," Steve says, but he can see it in Eddie's eyes, how he just wants to run out of there. 

"Why do you have two phones?"

"It's not my phone," Steve says calmly. Eddie's not calm. 

"It's in your house. Your couch!" his voice comes out a little strangled, and he jumps from the couch, the other phone still gripped hard in his hand. 

"Can I see it?" Steve raches his hand, but Eddie shakes his head. "Please. It's not mine, I swear."

But Steve can see how his words go through Eddie and doesn't really make an impression. It's just words, especially if he doesn't try to see how crazy it would be. Why would Steve invite Eddie over to his place and not hide the phone better? 

Why would Steve be so careless about the whole thing? 

"Eddie, I swear. This phone is not mine. I have no idea what's-"

"I have to go," Eddie says, his hands are shaking and Steve wants to hold him and make him listen but Eddie is not in the mood to listen and Steve can't force him so he just nods, lets the fight leave his body and Eddie hurriedly gets his things and leaves. 

Before closing the door, he drops the phone on the table and doesn't look back. 

Steve thinks his heart could explode from how fucked up he feels right now. 

x

It's not really surprising, but Steve doesn't sleep at all. He tries a couple of password combinations and when he gets to Chrissy's birthday, the phone unlocks in his hands. 

Steve is scared as he scrolls through it. 

Robin always seemed nice, even if they weren't all that close. Sometimes Steve even thought they were friends. He didn't have much experience with those and most of his friends were kids that he used to babysit when he was in high school, but he thought he and Robin could've been friends, somehow. 

Maybe he was wrong. 

But when Steve pulls on one of the only apps he sees on the phone, he feels… 

He doesn't know how he feels as he looks at a profile with his picture and name on it. There are a bunch of chats in there and he sees himself flirting with lots of girls - and guys. 

He doesn't remember mentioning to Robin he's bisexual, but she must've picked up on it for some reason. Steve doesn't mind, he feels comfortable with his sexuality but he doesn't feel comfortable with a bunch of people thinking they are talking to him when in reality… 

It's not surprising that he doesn't get much sleep, really. 

x

Steve is in his room when he hears the front door unlocking. It's still before nine and Robin doesn't usually come home that early on the weekends. She likes to spend the day with her girlfriend Chrissy and Steve gets it. 

He listens carefully as she walks inside, doesn't even stop to take off her boots, so Steve hears the click, click, click as she moves through their tiny apartment. He hears rustling sounds and then.

"Shit," Robin's voice is low, muffled by the closed door. Steve thought a lot about how to do this and yet he feels sick to his stomach. "Where the fuck did I put it?"

He gets up and slowly makes his way to the door, opening it a little. 

"Robin?" he asks. Her head snaps in his direction and she looks panicked. 

"Steve? What are you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep. Is everything ok? You look-"

"Yeah, yeah! Everything's great," Robin forces out a smile. "I just forgot something Chrissy really needed and you know her, she gets really mad at me and I need to fix it, otherwise she will hate me forever and I-"

"I don't know."

Robin frowns. "What?"

"I don't know her. You never… Introduced us."

Steve doesn't know what he's saying, but neither does Robin. She looks frazzled, on the verge of a breakdown. Steve can't say he's not enjoying it, though. 

"Well, we should. You know, do something, the three of us!" Robin is talking frantically now, her voice taking on a high-pitched tone that shows Steve how desperate she is. "Anyway, we can decide on that later! Don't worry about me, just go back to sleep! I'll be super quiet!" 

She finished her sentence whispering and smiling at Steve, but he doesn't buy it. Her smile is completely fake and her hair is a mess, sticking up to all sides. 

"Ok," he says, playing along. He moves to close the door and Robin isn't even looking at him anymore. She's kneeling on the ground and looking under the couch. "Oh, Robin?"

She almost hits her head as she looks up at him. 

"Did you happen to be looking for this phone?"

Steve holds it out for her and she squints her eyes, processing, and then all the color gets drained from her face. 

Steve can't say he hates it. 

x

Robin fidgets nervously with her hands as she and Steve sit side by side on the couch. The phone is almost burning a hole through their table and Robin hasn't tried anything too crazy like grabbing it and running away. 

Maybe even someone like her can tell when she lost a battle. 

"So… Care to explain?"

Steve tries to keep his tone neutral but from the way she flinches, he knows he failed. Robin takes a deep breath, then another. 

"I'm sorry," she says, not looking at him. Steve raises a brow.

"For what? Catshing people? Using my picture and my name without permission? Lying to my face?" He sounds so angry he barely recognizes his own voice. Steve is not a guy to get really angry, he's good at taking a punch, but this feels… Too much.

Robin shakes her head. "All of the above?"

The worst of it is that Steve wants to laugh. Robin looks outright miserable and his entire chest feels heavy when he remembers how Eddie looked at him, but this is too crazy for him not to laugh. 

"I'm really sorry Steve, I didn't mean-"

"Can you just… Not? Just tell me. Why? Why me?" He says sharply and has to pinch his hand to try and get himself in check. He already knows there's nothing Robin can say that will make this ok to him. 

It's not only that she lied to him. She used him to lie to other people. She hurt other people. But she made Steve think he was doing something wrong. She watched Steve try and try and try knowing she would never let him in because she couldn't stand the guilt. 

Robin sighs dramatically. 

"It started as a joke, I swear. When you first moved in, I kept telling Chrissy how you looked like a hot model from a magazine. How I had never seen a guy so good looking in my life and mind you I don't like guys. But you're… You know, objectively attractive."

"Uh… Thanks?"

"Chrissy found that super funny. She said you must've been one of those guys who were always hooking up with girls and I agreed. Like, it took me six months to gather the courage to ask Chrissy out and I still wasn't sure she was going to say yes, and then Chrissy was saying how you probably didn't have this problem because anyone would say yes to you."

Steve frowns at her. Robin has a tendency of rambling and talking really fast and Steve feels he's not following. 

"So it was a prank?"

"I mean… Yes! At first. Chrissy and I wanted to see what it was like to be you on Tinder. You know, how many people we would match with, so we just swiped right non-stop. On the next day, there were thousands of messages for you."

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and he sees a faint dust of pink on Robin's cheeks. She's embarrassed. 

"Chrissy laughed and moved on, but I kept thinking about it and I started talking to people there because why not? It was kind of addictive, being someone else. I know it's wrong and honestly I have no interest in anyone other than Chrissy, but it was fun to like, make up this whole persona and just see what people would do. I was curious about life as Steve Harrington. It must be easier than trying to flirt as, you know, me."

"And Chrissy doesn't know?"

Robin shakes her head. "She thinks I dropped the whole thing, but I couldn't. So I got a new phone, I deleted everything from my phone and I just kept going. I wanted to know how long it would take people to want a date. I started analyzing data, and I thought it would be a good study subject. But it's like I said… I only have eyes for Chrissy. I don't even like men. It was just… A test, I guess."

Steve exhales. He has to be honest, this is way more complicated than he thought it would be. It still doesn't make it ok, and it still confuses the hell out of him.  

"Robin, this is fucked up."

"I know ok? But there's just this… Adrenaline thrill. Of creating a personality for you, talking to people and seeing how they act, how they flirt with someone that looks like you. I never experienced any of that because I'm awkward and weird and I like girls. I told one of my professors I was doing it and he said it was fascinating. I couldn't just drop it. He wouldn't let me drop it. He kept saying how I had a chance of a lifetime with it and I just… How the fuck do I say no to that?"

Steve knows it still doesn't make it ok, but he's starting to feel sorry for Robin, so he tries to hold on to the anger. It's easier that way than if he tried to understand her. But there's still this one thing that doesn't make sense. 

"But how the hell did that evolve into you setting up a date with Eddie? And that's why you kept telling me to not go out with him isn't it?"

And that… That felt awful. He liked Eddie. He had liked him from the start and because Robin fucked up he had felt a little unsure about asking him out. When she finally speaks, she's not looking at Steve. 

"I didn't set up a date with him. I knew I could never do that because there was no way I could keep up the farce if I started doing it. But I should've been more careful. One of the pictures I set up on your profile had the coffee shop in the background. It didn't take a genius to make the connection, but I never thought he was just going to show up like that!"

"Well, that does sound like Eddie," Steve pointed out and he was assaulted with mixed feelings. An ache spreading on his chest as he thought he might never see Eddie again. Because of Robin. 

"I panicked when I started getting weird messages from him saying like 'surprise' and 'stop messing around' and I didn't get it. I sent a bunch of question marks and Eddie never got back to me. I figured it out after you told me what had happened and, well, you know what happened next."

After that, Steve stays silent for a long time. Robin keeps fidgeting with her hands as if she's waiting for a death sentence of something. 

Steve feels… So many things. He's mad at her, of course he is. But the frustration right now feels so much bigger. Even if Robin thinks it's easier being like him, Steve is tired of all that comes with it.

And Eddie was the first person in a long time that saw Steve in a different way. Sure, he might've started talking to not-Steve for his looks, but right now Eddie knew him. And Steve wasn't ready to let that go. He had no idea how to fix it and his head was pounding with lack of sleep and Robin was… Talking. Always fucking talking. 

"Robin!" he said, his voice going up an octave and making her shut her mouth. He got up from the couch and pressed the heels of his hand on his eyes. "I'm just… Please delete the whole thing. I don't care what you're going to tell your professor, but I'm not your little experiment. I just wanted to be your roommate. Maybe even your friend.But right now I just… Just leave me alone, please."

Steve walks to his room without looking back and he only hears when Robin leaves the apartment, a couple of minutes later.  Previous | Next

[carmensbloggg]

976-EVIL

ᯓ★ j. maybank x female (kook) reader

synopsis : jj has been obsessed with reader since the moment he first saw her. one day he plucks up the courage to talk to her, to his surprise, all goes well !!

warnings : use of y/n, language, all in 2nd person, not proofread

a/n : i love jj x kook reader so much they have my whole heart

Crack a smile and wave

It doesn't scare me away

Hit the brakes

I feel like cruising with you too

“Look, it’s your girl,” Kie half jokes as she points towards you walking into The Wreck. JJ’s head immediately snaps up to look at the pretty girl that had just walked in.

The first time he ever saw you was on your way back home from school. He could tell because you were still dressed in your uniform; skirt rolled short, socks pulled up to your knees, tie wrapped perfectly. Everything about you looked so flawless. There was one thing though, your mascara had run down your cheeks, your eyes were glossy and your nose was red. You had bumped into him and were quick to apologise as he helped stabilise you. You were gone as quick as you came and he thought he would never see you again.

Boy was he wrong.

The second time he saw you was at a kegger on the boneyard. You were with your friends at the shore, anyone looking at you would see you all were clearly intoxicated. JJ wasn’t looking at your friends though, he was only focused on the light pink dress that adorned your curves. Your plush thighs that were on display, your tits that almost spilled out the top of your dress. Your platform flip flops that made you appear taller, only by a few inches. Your lip gloss that reflected in the moonlight as you laughed with the girls around you. You shook some hair away from your face, allowing it to flow freely in the wind. He thought you were the most pretty girl he had ever seen as he kept a close eye on you. He had no intention whatsoever of going over to you and introducing himself, you were drunk and probably wouldn’t even remember him. His eyes remained on you the whole night, making sure no one approached you and that you were safe.

The third time he saw you was at Midsummers. John B had told him to give a note to Sarah Cameron, and you being a kook was there too. You were crying, once again, and running away from Ben Madden. JJ watched as Ben tried consoling you and failed as you slapped him and ran out the doors into the house, assumingly going home. He wanted to help you, he really did, but he knew you wouldn’t want a pogue like himself to calm you down.

And that brings us to the fourth time, right now at The Wreck. He should’ve expected it honestly, where else would a kook girl go on a Saturday? Nevertheless, he enjoyed your presence and the ability to watch you. His friends however, do not enjoy when JJ watches you. Pope has told him countless times that his ‘need to protect you’ is not healthy and Kie just hates that you distract him so much from their plans without even knowing. John B doesn’t seem to care, but he does get annoyed from time to time when JJ ignores him. Obviously the boy doesn’t mean to do it on purpose, you’re just so captivating.

“JJ,” Kie sighs before Pope chimes in. “Are you ever going to actually talk to her? Or just stare at her whenever she’s around,” Pope asks rhetorically, every one of course knowing the answer. “I can’t talk to her, she’d probably get scared and walk away, and then everyone would know JJ Maybank has no game,” his head rests in his hands as sadness makes itself clear on his face. “This is depressing,” Pope deadpans and JJ lays his head on the table.

Just as silence falls over the table, John B catches you looking towards JJ. “JJ, dude, look up,” he shakes his friend, making sure you’re still looking. Confusion washes over your features as John B tries so desperately to get JJ to lift his head up. JJ reluctantly raises his head and groans a “what,” to John B, who simply nods in your direction. Thankfully you’re still looking at JJ and the confusion washes away when he smiles and waves at you. You softly smile back and wave to him before returning to your own conversation, occasionally sharing more glances with the blonde a few tables over from you.

“JJ Maybank has game after all,” JJ smiles to himself. “You should talk to her,” Kie pushes him, only to be turned down. “I can’t, she’s with her friends,” he makes up an excuse. “Who cares? Go on, go,” John B pushes further, until he eventually gives in and walks over to your table.

He stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before clearing his throat. Your conversation comes to a halt at the suddenness of his presence. “Hi,” you smile softly up at him. “Hi,” he chokes out. No one says anything and you’re left making eye contact for a few seconds before you decide to speak up. “Is everything okay?” you nervously laugh a little at his shyness. “Oh, shit- sorry yeah, um a few minutes ago I smiled and waved at you and you smiled and waved back,” he begins to explain. “Yeah,” you smile and nod, recalling the moment shared. “And uh, now you’re talking to me so I was just wonderin’ if I scared you, but I’m guessing I didn’t because you’re still here,” his nervousness radiates through his tone. “You’re asking if you’re scary?” you almost laugh at the poor boy. He hesitantly nods, only now realising he had no plan whatsoever with this. “Scary? You? Not a chance pretty boy,” you giggle, surprised a little at your sudden boldness. A light red hue takes over his face as he slowly nods. “Can I get your number?” he manages to get out, he’s not really sure how though, the only thing in his mind is your words. “Mhm, of course,” you smile as you write your number on a napkin and hand it to him. “Thank you,” he says as he makes his way back over to his fiends.

“JJ Maybank has game after all,” he repeats as he waves the napkin in the pogue’s faces.

After about 15 minutes, your friends decide to leave, but not you. Confidence surges through you as you make your way over to the blonde pogues table, already planning the words in your head.

“Um, hi,” you nervously state to him and his friends. They all greet you, JJ being the last to do so. You recognised Kiara, you were friends with her during her kook year. “I was wondering if maybe I could go home with you tonight? If that’s okay with you of course,” you ask JJ, expecting a no in return. “Uh, sure, yeah, that’s fine, the house might be a little messy though,” he warns you. “That’s okay, messy is good,” you nod, being reminded of your own house which always looks like it was bought yesterday.

Obviously JJ isn’t going to take you back to his own house, god knows what his dad would do or say. The Chateau is really his only option here. “Yeah, of course, come on, we’re going now anyway,” he smiles, getting up from his seat and taking you out into the Twinkie.

“JB you okay to drive?” JJ questions as he throws John B the keys. The boy just nods and you and JJ get in the back. He slings an arm around your shoulder before introducing you to his friends. “So, that’s John B, that’s Pope and you already know Kie,” he points them all out and you nod along, saying hi to each one.

Eventually you make it to ‘JJ’s house’ and you’re shown to the guest bedroom JJ’s room, where both you and JJ sit on the bed. “Pretty nice house,” you comment, looking around. “It’s actually not mine, it’s John B’s, he just lets me crash here,” JJ admits to you. “Oh, do you think he would mind if I stay the night?” you ask, not really wanting to go home. “Probably not, he doesn’t really care,” the boy nods as you both slip into mindless conversation about anything and everything to do with your lives. It’s somehow so easy to talk to someone with such different life experiences than your own. JJ tells you all about his dad and how he and John B became friends and you talk about how your mother is so controlling and your parents fell out of love way before they even had you. JJ sympathises with you about every sad experience you’ve had, and you do the same for him.

After some time you both decide it’s probably best to go to sleep and find comfort in each other’s arms. It’s pretty safe to say the two of you fell in love a little more beyond physical attraction.

a/n pt2 : i don’t really get down with the ending but it’s gonna have to do 😭

[jaylver]

BABY CAME HOME — L.HS

synopsis: never trust a man who keeps your heart at bay. especially when it was your brother's best friend.

genre: situationship, brother's best friend, (heavy) angst

warning(s): profanities, hee being a dickhead (sorry :( he's an actual sweetheart irl)

wc: 1k

a/n: inspired by the neighbourhood’s song! drop a feedback like always! it'll help a lot <3 enjoy!

masterlist | © jaylver all rights reserved. 

Mistakes.

Mistakes were the death of you, it was your downfall, and you knew starting something with your brother's best friend was one too.

Lee Heeseung. 

The person you grew up seeing come in and out of your house from time to time. Watching him grow as you did too, going from the innocent looking boy to an attractive man in a blink of an eye. You would be lying if you said he had no effect on you. What mattered most to you was him remaining the same despite looking different physically. He was the same sweetheart with a charming personality.

How it started was complicated. Meeting at a party without your brother, Sunghoon, was actually the first mistake. You didn't expect to make out with Heeseung by the end of the night and let him sneak into your room through the window.

It was all fun and games, seeing each other behind your brother's back, passing glances and knowing looks, having inside jokes no one would understand. Knowing every inch of one another's bodies, where your favourite mole was, the spot of his birthmark even his friends didn't know. The unspoken intimacy you shared was something else.

Yet, none of you placed a label on whatever you had together. At first, you thought that was a great idea, no labels to stress you out, but now? Boy, you were overthinking about the relationship—situationship, actually—you both shared. 

On one of those nights where he stayed over in your room, next to you, lights low and only the television playing in the back, you decided to speak your mind. "What are we?" 

Those words were probably like spikes to him, something he wasn't ready to face or answer. He slowly sat up, his eyes unreadable. "What do you mean?"

"What?" You sat up as well, eyes flickering. "Us? Am I just a friend to you? Sunghoon's little sister that you can play around?"

"No!" He said immediately, jaw clenching. "God, Y/N, if I knew how difficult you would become, I wouldn't have started this,"

You stilled at his words, wondering if your ears had failed you or whether this was all a trick, but it wasn't. "I was a mistake, wasn't I?"

Heeseung seemed to realise what he had said, wanting to take it back but couldn't even bear to utter a word once he saw the look on your face. 

"Just … just don't say anything, leave."

That night faded into many restless nights after. You didn't know how he was doing, he could be feeling nothing and you wouldn't know either. But the worst doesn't stop there. Your cousin's wedding was nearing, Heeseung who happened to be his friend, promised to come and be your date, yet the timing just had to fuck with you.

Sunghoon somehow noticed the drop in your emotions, occasionally checking up on you, each time you could only brush him off and say you were fine. What could you do? Say you were hooking up with his best mate behind his back? That's basically a death sentence.

Being dolled up and dressed in some expensive dress, you found yourself waiting in the middle of your house's living room for the others, basking in the quietness of your surroundings. That was soon broken by the sound of the door closing, attracting your attention and having you turn your head.

Heeseung.

Black tie, clean suit, making his way in awkwardly and rather stiffly. Maybe it was from the emptiness because once his dark irises landed on your figure, he stopped in his tracks.

"Y/N?"

Why did you let him say your name still? Why couldn't you erase him from your head? Why couldn't he just be yours?

You said nothing, watching him get closer and eventually standing a few feet away from you, a coffee table separating you and him. The silence was thick enough to be sliced through, basically suffocating you to the point where you couldn't breathe.

"Well, don't you stand in front of me and wait for me to talk," you mumbled, looking anyway but at him.

"I was hoping we could talk,"

"You could've called me up—" you knew the moment if you saw his caller ID, you would've picked it up in a heartbeat, and that was the worst part, "—the phone works two ways, you know?"

"I know," He said softly, something in his eyes were begging and desperate, but his face was much more impassive. He was trying to keep his cool, but he was equally crumbling internally.

When you said nothing, he continued on, the silence from you was loud, and it was clear, clear enough to convey that you were mad, in despair, and definitely on the verge of ending you and his 'relationship'.

"Y/N, we can't just end it like this,"

"End it like what?" You choked out, heart straining against your chest. "There was nothing between us in the first place. You made it clear," you swallowed down a sob. "There was never an 'us', it was only a 'you' and 'I',"

"No, no …"

You shook your head, tears overflowing and eventually cascaded down your cheeks. Gosh, you were a mess. "I can't just continue sneaking around my brother's back just for you, doing everything just for me to not be anything to you—"

"You are something to me!"

"Oh, right? Yet you couldn't even accept the idea of us being together when I asked you that question the other night," you blinked harder, remembering the disappointment and annoyance in his expressions. "I think it says a lot,"

"I'm sorry—"

"Don't, d–don't, don't say anything," you backed away slowly, by now your makeup probably ruined and you were too much of a mess for the wedding. "Go find some other girl to toy around with, Hee."

You couldn't stand it anymore. Nausea, anger and sadness overwhelmed your senses. The tears in your eyes blurred your vision as you tried to run up the stairs, accidentally knocking into Sunghoon without even realising.

The slam of your bedroom door indicated that you weren't coming back out for the rest of the night. Sunghoon was curious as he descended the stairs, but when he saw Heeseung standing there, head in his hands and a frown etched deep, he knew, he always did anyway.

There was no way you could come back from this broken heart. 

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Sorry, I Love You - Part 8

I apologize for not posting last week. How about this longer chapter to make up for it?

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: First day of HYDRA work, social gatherings

Word Count: 2,270

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[Prologue][Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4][Part 5][Part 6][Part 7]

The next morning dawned bright and chilly. You only know this because you happened to pass by a window covered in frost on your way to one of the HYDRA labs within the facility. 

Your first few hours on site had you running through various tests and exams to study your mental capacity and knowledge on the interest that HYDRA holds in the biology field. There was nothing shocking or unexpected that your new supervisors asked you, but the implications of what they expect from you sends shivers down your spine. You studied and memorized and read for weeks in preparation for this assignment last year, and you’re so glad that your brain retains this kind of information like a sponge – you’d have been disposed of on the spot if your background hadn’t checked out.

But now you’ve ‘officially’ joined HYDRA. The thought leaves a bad taste in your mouth, but you wash it down with the knowledge that what you’re doing is going to help the world by eliminating whatever disgusting and horrible work is being done here.

The plan is to spend as much time as it takes to gain HYDRA’s confidence in your abilities and allow you access to the higher level projects – the world-ending projects. This could take weeks. Or months. Hopefully not years? Being Bucky’s sister for that long would drive you insane.

“You,” a scientist snaps from behind their desk as you pass their open office door. You stop in your tracks and peer into the dingy office, noticing scuff marks and mysterious stains on the floor. The man’s desk has every square inch covered in files and papers. So much so that there is a noticeable curvature on the desktop, the cheap material unable to handle the amount of weight it has been subjected to over the years.

“Yes, sir?” you inquire.

He refuses to look up from his work, instead opting to dangle a set of keys from his fingers in your direction. “Go and grab the files for project 0B276HG21 in storage room C.”

Repeating the string of numbers and letters in your head, you take the keys from his outstretched hand and make your way to the storage room. There are so many rooms within the facility that you would be lost without the information your informant sent the team. But even with it, the facility has undergone changes since the last facility plans were uploaded, so you run into dead ends where there should be access doors.

You can only hope that your experience and knowledge will allow you to work your way up quickly – you don’t know how long you can stand to be a lackey. You roll your eyes at the errands you’ve had to run so far, but you know that the new person never gets given the big jobs on the first day.

And so the rest of the shift passes in the same manner and you arrive back at your and Bucky’s house with little energy and even less information.

“Don’t worry about it, doll,” Bucky reassures. “Slow and steady wins the race, right?”

“That’s such a stupid fable,” you grumble. “The hare would have won if it didn’t have such an inflated ego.”

Bucky grins at your disgruntled face before you flop your head backwards to rest. You release a sigh and relax further into the couch where you collapsed after walking in the front door, relieved to smell dinner simmering away on the stove since you arrived home later than expected and hadn’t had the opportunity to grab lunch. 

You tilt your head and watch as Bucky shuffles around the kitchen. He’s long since showered after his time at the repair shop: his hair nearly dry and the strands sticking out in a way that you know he tousled it with his towel and let it finish air drying. The new shorter strands allowed for the minimal work to pay off in dividends because it was damn near impossible to remember how soft his hair used to be and not be able to run your fingers through it now. 

Your fingers itch to reach out, but you grip the cushion instead. No one said that this would be easy. Well, no one has said it’d be anything because Nat’s mission has her radio silent and Wanda is busy spending time with Vis for you to complain about your one-sided love with someone who doesn’t know the feeling. You know that if they knew what was happening right now, they’d be plying you with ideas on how to survive this mission with minimal heartbreak.

“The food is done,” Bucky says as he gathers plates and utensils to set the table. “Are you coming in here or do you want me to bring you a bowl?”

Unfortunately, your best friends aren’t available to provide their wisdom, so here you are: suffering in silence with no outlet. 

“I’ll be there in a second,” you respond. You unclench your fist from the couch’s fabric and stretch out your stiff fingers. Rising from your seat, you make your way into the kitchen and take a seat at the table as Bucky brings the pot over from the stove. You stare intently into the soup as Bucky ladles it into a bowl and sets it in front of you.

“Did something happen today?” he questions with a worried expression.

“You know HYDRA,” you tiredly reply. Looking up into his eyes for the first time this evening, you see the crease between his brows and mentally slap yourself. “I’m fine, Bucky. They don’t have me working on anything specific yet.”

“I know,” he says, “but just be careful with those people, okay?”

You smile up at him and nod your head, your heart squeezing in your chest.

You’re both silent through dinner with the exception of your compliments on Bucky’s cooking. It’s hard to clear the air after bringing up HYDRA and their actions, even in the vaguest way.

***

The week stretches on for an eternity, but eventually Saturday rolls around and you and Bucky prepare to meet the neighborhood.

You arrive at the restaurant right on time. Light pours from the windows and the snow on the ground glistens gold. As soon as you open the car door, you hear laughter and chatter forcing their way through the walls.

“I hate entering a party where everybody is already best friends with each other and then you’re left standing there like a loner,” you decry, already dreading the feeling of ‘otherness’ you will be experiencing in a few short moments.

“You’re not a loner,” Bucky laughs. “You make friends as easily as breathing.”

“Not true,” you counter. “I can make ‘friends’ with strangers, but it’s never anything real. I’m a spy, remember? It’s literally life or death to get people to like me.”

“Trust me, doll,” Bucky says as he looks intently at you from across the car. “People can’t help but love you.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks and you hope the light from the restaurant isn’t bright enough to reveal them to Bucky. The feelings squirming around in your stomach feel suspiciously like hope, and you can’t have that. You deflect any seriousness by laughing off Bucky’s comment.

“Tell that to all the people I’ve thrown in prison.”

Bucky calls your name with some disappointment and a slight frown on his face. You shrug your shoulders and motion towards the entrance. “It’s time to head inside. Come on.” 

You walk away from him and lead the way into the building. Upon opening the door, a blast of warm, humid air hits you. The smell of beer and sweat sweeps up your nostrils, and the interior design reminds you more of a local dive bar than a restaurant. But everyone is laughing and having a good time, so you plaster a smile on your face and look around for the Gretens.

You see Christopher speaking to a short, skinny man, deep in conversation and barely acknowledging anyone else. Tessa stands in a corner surrounded by three other women, all of them laughing and having a good time. Bucky walks up behind you as you stand in the doorway and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Divide and conquer?” he asks. You nod your head and make your way over to the group of women.

When you’re within ten feet of her, Tessa notices you. She beams at you and raises her hand to usher you closer. 

“Ladies!” Tessa introduces. “Meet our newest neighbor!”

A round of introductions follows and you can’t help but admire how blatantly obvious these women are about their curiosity.  Tessa seems to have already told them everything she knows about you, but they have to ask their own questions. 

“And where’s that brother of yours?” one of them asks. “Tessa’s told us how handsome he is! I’ve got a daughter I’ve been trying to get out of the house for ages.”

You laugh through the twist of your guts, replying merrily, “Oh, I’m sure he’d appreciate the introduction.”

Before the woman can demand a personal introduction, Tessa interrupts when the entrance opens once again and lets in a blast of cold air.

“Petre!” She performs the same waving hand motion that brought you over earlier to the new arrival. “Come here!”

Glancing back, you see a tall man with dark hair and dark eyes making his way over to you. He stops in front of Tessa and wraps her in a quick hug.

“This is my son, Petre. Petre, this is our neighbor.”

Petre greets you warmly. “Hello, it’s nice to finally meet you. My mother hasn’t stopped talking about you since you moved in.”

You giggle when Tessa pats his arm roughly and shake his proffered hand. His skin is warm and dry, the skin on the back of his knuckles chapped from the winter weather. Tessa not-so-subtly draws the other women away from you and Petre and into another conversation, leaving you to speak with each other.

“Your mother seems to think we’d make a good pair,” you comment with a glance over at her.

“Ah, yes,” Petre says while fiddling with his shirt sleeves. “She’s been introducing me to every woman of marrying age. I think she’s afraid I’ll end up alone.”

You can’t help but laugh at his deprecating tone of voice. “We’re young – we’ve still got time.”

“Try telling her that,” he responds. “Being 30 and unmarried is one of the worst things you can be in her eyes.”

You chat with Petre between introductions for the next couple of hours. He sticks close by his mother which keeps him close to you, as Tessa demands everyone that walks by to greet you. Countless faces come and go, but there seems to be someone missing.

You turn to Tessa when the party seems to be winding down and a few people have started to leave. “Where’s your daughter?” you question.

“Kerri and Chrissie are right over there,” she nods, indicating the two young women in a cluster a few feet from you.

“Yes, I remember them from a little while ago. Where’s your other daughter? Sasha?”

At this, Tessa’s face drops and Petre looks at her worriedly. He places his arm around his mother’s shoulders and brings her into his side. “She’s not well,” Petre answers for his mother. “She has been sick for a while now.”

“Oh. Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s – it’s alright,” Tessa responds with a sorrowful smile. “She’s at home. Resting.”

“Well I hope she gets better soon,” you reply hopefully. Petre and Tessa nod tersely before steering the conversation off to something else.

It isn’t long after that when you feel Bucky sidle up next to you. He places his hand on your upper arm and pulls you closer into his side. “You ready to go?” he questions.

You hum and say your goodbyes to the people standing around you, promising to come out with Tessa to more gatherings. You and Bucky make your way back out into the cold night, the moon full and bright in the sky.

The car doors close behind you and Bucky starts the engine. You rumble along the road for a few minutes before Bucky says anything.

“Who were you talking to all night?” he asks you.

“Ah.” You sigh. “That was Tessa’s eldest son. The one she mentioned at dinner.”

“And?” he prompts.

“And…?”

“You were with him all night – what was he like? Anything seem off with him?”

You’re not exactly sure what Bucky is getting at, as he’d been talking with a couple of the same people throughout the night as well. “Well no, but it’s not like I could dig any deeper than surface level with so many people coming in and out of the conversation.”

Bucky hums noncommittally. You furrow your brow, but brush it off. “Did you find anything out from Christopher?”

“Not really. I did notice that one of his daughters wasn’t there tonight. Sarah?”

“Sasha,” you correct. “And no, I asked about her, as well. Petre and Tessa seemed really bothered when I brought her up: apparently she’s been pretty sick lately.”

“How sick?” Bucky asks.

“I’m not sure. It didn’t seem like they wanted to talk about it, though.”

“You think she’s been sick enough to require hospital stays?” he proposes, leading the conversation towards what could have possibly happened to the family’s financials that has lead to their worn down clothing and home.

“It’s worth looking into, isn’t it?”

Part 9

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Sunlight

A Stranger Things ficlet

A baby gets left on Steve's doorstep and what can he say except "well, guess I'm a dad now".

Steve tries to find the parents, really he does, but it's not easy and he knows the system is terrible.

Knows the way the government treats children in their care.

He wouldn't do that to anyone, especially not a child that's been left in his care. A baby left swaddled, tiny and defenceless on his doorstep in the dead of night. No way in hell, or the Upside Down, would he abandon it.

He carries the baby, gentle and slow into his house, the house his parents abandoned him in, and determines that this baby, this child left in his care will not be abandoned ever again.

She's so small when he unravels her from the soft blanket she's wrapped up in, cradling her gently against his chest - he's impressed she's managed to stay asleep through his fumbling - as he carries her across the small bathroom to the tub he's filled with an inch of lukewarm water. She wriggles as he lowers her in, cradling her carefully, her tiny head cupped in his large hand. Her eyes blink open and she whines, little fists waving in the air, but she doesn't start screaming or crying, much to Steve's surprise. It's a little worrying, something he sets aside to think about later because he would have expected a baby to react a lot more strongly.

She's a little angel the rest of the night, cooing quietly as Steve dries and dresses her (adding buying clothes to the increasingly long to do list in his head). He curls up in bed that night with her cuddled close to his bare chest (he'd read somewhere it was good for bonding so fuck it he's gonna do it), sleeping so lightly that he blinks awake with every little snuffle she makes, nervous and waiting for the other shoe to drop.

That night he resolves he'll make all the appropriate calls in the morning, but when morning comes he doesn't, and he still doesn't for days and days.

He does research, extensive and at the damn library, trying to find out if anyone's lost their child or something nearby, but nothing ever shows up.

By the time Robin coaxes him out of his self-isolation with Stacy (yes he'd named her, he couldn't very well go around just saying baby all the time could he?! Even if it was just them alone in the Harrington household), he's already decided that she's his. She's his daughter, his baby girl, and nothing and no-one is going to get in the way of him being the best fucking dad in the goddamn country.

Robin only needs one look at the small tyke curled sleeping in Steve's arms - her dark skin still flushed a little after the tantrum she'd finished having about two minutes before, the few coils of brown hair curling soft on her head, her cute button nose, and the little fist she has curled around Steve's - to know her best friend has lost his heart to the tiny girl.

"Meet your new niece, Robin," Steve says with a grin, "she's called Stacy." Steve passes Stacy gently into Robin's arms and watches her fall in love with his baby just as quickly and easily as he had.

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Phoenix's Top 10 Scariest Horror Moments

Got inspired by a horror YouTuber breaking down her personal list to do one of my own, and it turned out to be a little harder than I thought. I gave myself a few guidelines and after ruling out things like jump scares, gore, and assault, here's what has made the most lasting impression over the years...

Midnight Mass - the angel looks in through the window

The series at large is horrifying and infuriating and triggering in a thousand different ways (to the point I still haven't managed to watch it twice) but not particularly scary...except for this part, as far as I'm concerned. Sheriff Hassan turns off his son's bedroom light and sees ☝️ that outside the window, and I physically cringed. Glowing eyes in the dark when you don't expect them? Awful. Someone looking in through your window? Somewhere in the top five of things I'm most afraid of. Glowing eyes looking in through your window in the dark when you don't expect them? Fuck right off with that. It makes for a good jump scare, but most importantly, it hit me right in the real world phobia. Sheesh.

The Haunting of Hill House - the man in the hat

Have you ever watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer? How about the episode "Hush," featuring monsters that are completely mute and move by hovering a few inches off the ground and gliding? If I hadn't seen that, then this might not have gotten under my skin the same way, but as it is, this guy is creepy AF. He doesn't speak. He hovers and glides. Seeing this guy was like seeing the Gentlemen for the first time again, but even worse because I still don't know what his deal is. The shot above is from a sequence of him repeatedly appearing in a crowd, always with his back to us, and the longer we go without him turning around, the more I really really don't want him to turn around. Not that he's scary looking, since we see him a few more times, but the way his face is deliberately kept from us implies that he is...or at least, that him turning around means something (and of course it does. This is a Mike Flanagan project.) Later, when Hugh and Stephen arrive at Hill House for the big showdown, we get this 👇

Again, it's not what's being shown that gets me, but what's implied. Hugh warns Stephen not to look, even as this dude gets up in his face, and it's the tense look in Stephen's eyes that winds me up. Hugh doesn't want him to look, therefore it must be terrible, and Stephen is scared but trusts his father to protect him. Parents trying to protect their children is a recurring theme in Hill House, and it reminds me of when yours truly's mother would warn her not to, say, watch certain movies, and someone didn't listen... Damn, didn't mean to talk so long about this one, so let's move on.

The Babadook - the clothes in the basement

I had to search to find images of the scene I'm talking about. Shortly after reading a book that describes an entity called Mister Babadook, widowed single mother Amelia walks into the basement to see her son has scattered her late husband's belongings across the floor. While cleaning the mess, she looks up to see the clothes hanging on the wall, suggesting someone is standing there. This is nowhere close to being the creepiest part of the movie, but it does the fake-out thing where you initially mistake something mundane for something sinister, and that's exactly what kept me awake the night after I watched this for the first time. A coat and scarf hanging on my bedroom wall looked waaaaaaaaaaaay too much like a person standing there for me to even think about going to sleep. This was further reinforced by the movie, from here on out, making sure you know there is something there every time you see a figure in the background, and given how half of the movie deals with childhood fears, I'm not surprised my imagination went berserk later.

The Ring - the videotape

I hate this tape. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. This is what gave me nightmares after watching this, out of everything else going on in this movie. The soundscape, the film quality, the weird random images, the way some things are static and some things move and none of it looks natural... It has the feel of a nightmare on its own. I haven't watched this movie in at least a decade, but I can still see the way the woman just...falls off the cliff and out of the frame. I DON'T LIKE IT.

The Woman In Black - the final shot

STOP!!! STARING!!! AT!!! ME!!! After spending an hour and a half slowly getting more and more stressed and jumpy, this bitch suddenly making eye contact with me is the last damn straw. I guess technically it's a jump scare, but it lands close enough to "someone is watching me" that it still qualifies (besides, my blog, my rules) and the fact that it left such an impression the first time that I still look away at the end of the movie says plenty.

The Shining - Jack threatens Wendy

Yeah. If you're on this blog, you're gonna hear about this movie. Get used to it. What I can't get over with this scene in particular is how personal it feels. Partially because it's framed that way, with Jack stalking towards us and Wendy backing away, partially because Jack remains one of the more grounded horror movie antagonists we've got (if you don't know someone like him, you know someone who does), and partially because Shelley Duvall, god bless her, is giving it everything she's got. At this point, we're about two hours into the slowest of slow burns and the tension is about to snap, and we've seen Jack be an angry asshole a few times now, but now that he's taken Grady's suggestion to kill his family, this is different. Their progress across the lounge and up the stairs feels more like predator and prey than anything else, poor Wendy is first too scared to talk and then too exhausted to even stand upright, and it doesn't matter how many times I hear her sob that she wants to go back to her room. It will always HURT. Somebody give me the necessary equipment so I can record an audio commentary for this stupid fucking movie, already.

Evil Dead (2013) - Mia tries to get David to leave

Have you ever seen someone look that terrified? I sure haven't. At this point in the story, we've already seen some pretty gnarly shit (though in true Evil Dead spirit, it will get so much worse before it's over) but that wild look in Mia's eyes is the image that pops into my head whenever I think about this movie. Not even stopping at her expression, she's afraid to even say out loud that they should get the fuck outta Dodge. If you want to convince your audience something is scary, you don't show them the scary thing. You show them someone being scared of the scary thing. And buddy, I think you should all pack up and haul ass out of that cabin, because that girl is SCARED.

The Strangers - the man in the mask is already in the house

THAT'S how you do a jump scare. This doesn't even count as a jump scare. No music sting, nothing jumping out, just somebody who absolutely 100% should not be in the shot casually appearing in the background. I still don't know if my sister saw him the same time I did, all I know is that my quiet "oh shit" was immediately followed my her quite loud "OH FUCK" and she didn't feel safe for the rest of the night. I might have had a worse time of it if not for babysitting her afterwards.

Perfect Blue - Virtual Mima

A theme that will always fuck with me is identity, our perception of ourselves vs how others see us, and who our true selves might be at the core of it all, so this movie gets me on its own. This scene, however, is the crux of it. Mima's public lives and her fans' perception of her and her own sense of self have clashed and warped until her reality is so distorted that her idol persona takes on a life of its own. The soundtrack sets my teeth on edge. Idol!Mima is so much brighter than everything else in a movie where saturation and exposure marks shifts between reality, and the way she moves is so dreamy and eerie. She hovers and glides! Of course she creeps me out!

The Evil Dead - Cheryl is possessed

More hovering and gliding. The distorted voice doesn't help. Cheryl's deadite look gets more and more extreme as the movie goes on, but I think she's creepiest here, when she's still recognizably human but something is clearly Very Wrong.™

And now for the ones that came to mind but were only slightly less effective...

Honorable Mentions:

Wolf Creek - the conversation at the campfire

This is the last scene before everything goes to shit, and even if you don't know what kind of movie you're watching, you still know something is off. Alleged good Samaritan Mick Taylor is friendly, sure, but maybe he's too friendly, and our protagonists are stranded with him, and he keeps making off-kilter jokes and that stupid giggle is sinister as fuck. We're genre savvy. We know he's not joking. We're just waiting for the other characters to figure it out.

Sinister - the film reels

The opening reel still stands as one of the most effective ways to set a tone I've seen, and the rest of them don't disappoint. The film quality and the soundscapes would be enough to make them creepy, but then you get into the stalking and killing part and you kinda want to bleach your eyeballs.

Broken: The Movie

Speaking of wanting to bleach your eyeballs... I didn't put this on the list proper because the entire concept is a snuff film and there's graphic torture and whatnot, but I haven't been able to get the image of the waterboard body bag out of my head since I saw it, so that counts for something.

Nosferatu - Orlok watches Ellen

We've established well enough how much I hate the idea of somebody watching me through my window. So while this entire movie is creepy AF, this particular moment was worst of all.

I feel like there was one more I meant to put in honorable mentions, but it's taken me too long to finish this post as it is. Happy Halloween!

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HankConVin Smut for you 💙

Connor’s been bouncing on Hank’s enormous dick for what feels like hours now. He’s also been ordered to turn up the intensity on all of his sensors because Hank gets off to his overstimulated screams. He’s barely recovering from the fifth, or maybe sixth? orgasm when Hank mutters the hottest sentence ever spoken.

"Call him. Video. Don't open your eyes until I tell you."

Connor’s hips twitch in excitement. His cock aches as pleasure shoots down toward the tip. 

"W-Who Daddy?" 

"You know exactly ‘who’ baby."

Hank’s chuckle ghosts over the back of his nekcn and over that hidden port and Connor has to bite into his lip to keep back his moan. He dials the number. The phone didn't ring long. Just three short rings before Gavin was answering his phone with his front facing camera off. 

"Didn't really expect to hear from you tonight, you good?" He asks. 

Connor smiles at the comforting sounds of the familiar voice. Eceb more of his anxiety is wicked off his shoulders. 

"Open them baby," Hank whispers. It makes Connor shiver with a quiet moan. Connor opens his eyes to grace Gavin with the mirrored reflection of their current activities. Activities of course being Connor being broken open with Hank’s huge cock again and again. 

“Whoa, holy phck,” Gavin pants, breathy and fueled by his sudden burst of arousal. 

Connor wishes more than anything Gavin’s camera had been on so he could have seen his expression. 

“Scream for me baby,” Hank chuckles, hot and heavy over his neck port before thrusting every single inch inside and holding him there. 

“Fuuuuckk! Daddddyyyyyy,” Connor whines, loud and pathetic as his cock slaps against his stomach as Hank’s thrusts get harder. No playing up of the moment required. 

There's a loud clattering from the other side of the phone, followed by an angry curse and a panting gasp of breath. 

“What was that?” Connor asks but Gavin dismisses it.

“Don't worry about it, and don't you dare phcking stop. Beg him Connor.” 

Connor whimpers. He can do that. 

“Daddddyyyy. Use me, break me, please, pleasssee. I want to feel you for days.”

“Fuck Con,” Hank pants, his footing stuttering just a hint. Connor’s resulting, pleased smile splits his face. 

“There’s a good boy,” Gavin praises, and more slick spills from Connor’s cock. “He feels phcking great doesn't he? I remember the first time I took it, nearly broke me.”

“I can see why," Connor sobs, cock spurting more lube down his shaft and onto the mattress. His eyes threatened to close again from sensation. Everything feels so. good. 

"Ah ah, keep 'em open. Let me see you Sweetheart."

Connor whines and his cock needs to cum, but he did as ordered, keeping his eyes open as he watches himself get thoroughly debauched by every sharp thrust of Hank's thick cock and Gavin's filthy words. 

“How close are you?” Gavin asks.

“I need to cum, please, please,” Connor cries, in two pitches higher than he’s ever heard himself. But he needs it. His cock aches. Every sensor is screaming. He can’t take anymore teasing. 

But Hank gets off to his cries, and turns out, Gavin does too.  

“I don't know Hank, what do you think?”

The noise that comes out of Connor is a mix between an electronic scream and a pathetic whimper. 

“I think, its a shame you're not actually here,” Hank chuckles through his pants. “It’s a much better view.”

“Phck…” Gavin gasps, “I mean, I can get there, in like 20 minutes?”

“I don't know, baby, think you can wait that long?” Hank challenges Connor. 

Something in addition to his programming burns to try. A painful sounding whine broke free of his lips and his legs tremble as more slick spills down his artificial cock.

“I-I’ll have to turn my orgasm off.” Because if Hank keeps this pace up he’s not going to be able to focus enough to manually keep it back. 

“Do it.” Gavin orders. 

“P-Please Gavin,” Connor whimpers, in full agony now. “Hurry. It hurts.”

“Phck, I’ll be right there baby.”

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Draco Malfoy x best friend reader (oneshot please)but then he catches feelings?(reader is in slytherinn and a pureblood ) and they both know they like the other but haven't made it official, and around the time umbridge comes reader doesn't agree with umbridge and helps Dumbledores army. Draco finds out only when umbridge and her little crew catches Dumbledores army. Draco gets mad at reader and then fluffy goodness! Thank you so much! Eat and stay hydrated! :) Ps. GO OUTSIDE ITS NICE OUT!!!! :>

Pressure

Summary: you and Draco don’t meet head to head on umbridge’s ruling of the school

Draco malfoy x reader

"You know being mean to every muggle born we encounter isn’t gonna get you anywhere Draco" you said, it was one of those days where you had some free time during the mornings and you liked to spend that time catching up on potion’s homework because professor snape just liked handing assignments like no tomorrow.

"You know how I feel about them, they are just a waste of space" Draco said, throwing a little ball in the air then catching it again.

"What happened to the little boy who liked to play hide and seek when we were younger" you sarcastically remarked, to which he snorted throwing the ball your way.

The ball turned into glitter dust when it touched your head "Draco! This is for snape he’s going to kill me" you took the paper and the glitter on it, dusted on his nice robes.

"Hey hey!" He screamed.

"You deserve it!" You laughed.

"Ugh, you’re so-"before he could finish you stood nose to nose with him, lips inches from touching, his cheeks flushed pink and his breath hitched at the closeness.

"I’m what?"

"….you know what" he mumbled and you laughed again, pulling away and leaving him flustered.

That was your relationship with Draco, it was obvious to everyone how close you two are, and you hope soon enough things would be official.

But unfortunately things don’t always stay as calm as you hope them to be, the second umbridge walked into the school everything just went down hill.

"Don’t you see how ridiculous this is!?"

"No! You’re the ridiculous one here, it’s rules and we have to follow them"

"I…Draco I can’t do this I’m sorry."

You and him stopped talking all together and you joined Harry along with the others to train behind umbridge’s back, it was both unfair and your only choice.

And when umbridge found you it was like like roller coaster of emotions.

"You were with POTTER!?"

"I was doing what was right Draco…"

"You could be expelled, following such foolish groups and wasting your time with mudbloods!"

"Draco stop! If you care for me, really care for me just stop it! just because I’m a pureblood does not mean I want to treat people lesser than me or think higher of myself, even you Draco I know you’re not that terrible, you’re just following orders and…still please" you were teary eye and tired, everyone expects the same things of you, other purebloods and your own house, everyone expected to act a certain way.

Draco sighed, he felt heavy in the chest, you two didn’t meet head to head to a lot of things but he you still valued a lot to him, you’re his best friend and more, so much more, he loved you.

"Listen, I know it’s too much pressure on both of us but at least I…want you to know that whatever happens, I still…think there’s a chance for us" he sat next to you and warped his arm around your shoulders pulling you close. You rested your head on him and felt his lips kissing your temple.

"I too…still see hope for us" you said.

At that moment, both of you wanted to forget everything and everyone, just you two and the bittersweet silence of the empty slytherinn common room.

"Good" he lifted your hand and kissed you knuckles.

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Hot Newcomer

Pairing: Nerd-ish! Jake x afab! reader

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Making out, grinding, fellatio and cunnilingus

Word Count: 1.88k words

Mellow speaks: I dont even know how long I've put this one off for, and I'm so sorry for that! But I hope you guys like it!!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod

He's starting to think agreeing to be your tutor was a mistake, finding it harder and harder to keep his composure every time his eyes run over your form that's seated next to him, the fact that you're alone in his house with him like a thick weight in the air. Sure, earning some quick cash while helping the hot newcomer had seemed too good to pass up at first, but the way his heartbeat picks up pace whenever he's near you is starting to really get on his nerves. 

And as is feeling his hormones rage by the mere smell of your perfume wasn't enough, Jake is forced to take in the way your crop top hugs your torso a little too well, ending just a small ways below your breasts, your midriff on display as you chew on the end of the pencil, your eyes trained on the chemistry problem staring up at you. All while he sits on the chair next to you, his own eyes almost unable to leave your form, his mind going fuzzy with all sorts of thoughts about you. 

But he can't help it, you see, not when you look so hot with your skirt laying pretty against your thigh, the soft skin supple and inviting. You've always been a looker in his eyes, his heart hammering against his chest the moment he had looked up from his book in in middle of class, only to find you looking at him expectantly, a small, almost shy smile gracing your lips. Yet even then, there was something telling him that smile wasn't as shy as it seemed, a sinister feeling lurking behind your innocent facade. 

And as time had passed, all he could think of was how true his first prediction had been, every new day revealing sides of you to him that he would never have expected. Your subtle hints became not-so-subtle, and your shy gaze turned into one full of confidence, almost challenging him to make a move when you had asked him to help you cover the topics you had missed. You had changed, and so had his dynamic with you.

So much so that right at this moment, he finds himself completely mesmerized by the way your lips move as you take in the words written on the quiz, his thoughts running to how they'd feel pressed against his own mouth, and against the rest of his body. He's losing control again, the choice of your outfit having had only been the trailer for a night full of grueling desire and raging needs. His pants feel tighter than normal once more, a feeling that's become all to familiar to him in the time he's known you. 

Before he knows it, Jake is leaning in, his hand moving on its own before coming to rest atop yours, the soft touch catching your attention. Turning your head, you can't help but let a gasp escape you, noticing only then close your tutor's face is to your own. Much closer than what you remember, his breath hot against your lips as his eyes flit up to your eyes and then back down, holding their gaze. "It's finally happening," is the only thing you have time to think of, leaning in almost absent-mindedly, as if under a spell. 

Next thing you know, you're straddling the bespectacled boy's lap, his mouth lying smack against yours as his hand cups your cheek. Parting his lips just a little, Jake is quick to deepen the kiss, every single one of his fantasies rushing back to haunt him as you press your chest against his, desperate to close the gap between the two of you. He's a good kisser, almost too good to be true, the way his lips move against yours making you feel dizzy as wetness pools between your thighs. 

You don't know who started it, and to be honest, it doesn't really matter. What truly has your attention is the way Jake seems to be overcome with a sudden resolve, his hands traveling down your sides and inching towards your hips, your cue to start rocking them against his crotch. His crotch which, you belatedly realize, already feels hard against your thigh. The sensation is enough to send a shiver up your spine, a moan slipping past your lips as you continue to make out with him. 

Grinding harder and harder against him, you soon find yourself unable to control your urges, leaving open-mouthed kisses along Jake's jawline before taking a dip down his neck. He can only groan at the feeling, a smirk making its way to his face when he manages to elicit a yelp from you, the chair he's sitting on getting pushed away from the desk as he plants his feet to the floor. Gripping you tighter, this time he's the one who pushes his clothed crotch against yours, your wetness almost seeping through your panties as you moan once more. 

The sound is like music to his ears, making him bite his lip as he mutters out a "Need you." 

And that's all you need to pull away from him, falling to the floor in a heartbeat as your hands start fiddling with the button of his jeans. He's helpful though, lending a hand as you begin sliding the fabric down his legs, a visible tent to be seen in his boxers. The sight itself makes your mouth water, desire filling up every inch of your being as you look up at him, his hooded eyes following your movements as you start palming him a little. The effect that your touch has on him almost makes you let out a giggle full of glee, his face contorting in pleasure at the smallest of efforts from you.

Two minutes later finds you stroking his member, hard under your touch as you watch him squirm. You're enjoying this too much, maybe even more than you should. With your palms wrapped around his length, you don't waste time in beginning to pump him, running your hands up and down as his breathing becomes ragged. The precum that seeps out from his tip is deftly taken up by you as you run as finger across it, the taste making you hum in pleasure when you pop the finger into your mouth. 

Jake already seems passed out from the effect you have on him, but as you move to wrap your lips around him, you fancy hearing a "Please." And then you're sucking on him, bobbing your head to an unknown rhythm as your tongue swirls around his flesh, making him feel as if he's walking among the clouds. Cracking his eyes open, he almost collapses at the sight of your eyes looking up at him, his dick shoved deep down your throat until it hits the back of your head. Hollowing your cheeks out, you are quick to pick up the pace, speeding up while you continue to suck on him. 

Your hands don't stay idle either, massaging his balls and clawing at the skin of his hips as you draw him closer to his climax. His moans and groans only grow louder the longer you treat him, your tongue pressed flat against him as a way of getting a taste. You're really good at this, making him see stars he's never seen before through his meager sex life. He's teetering on the edge, every suck from you making him inch closer and closer. Until he's finally free-falling, his seed warm as it spills into your mouth. You're not one to disappoint though, lapping up every drop before pulling away with a smack, your tongue running along your lips as you sigh in content. 

The sight is enough to rile him up again, his fingers cupping your chin as he helps you up, smiling softly when you place your lips back on his. There's just something....different about that kiss though, something you can't quite place. But as you pull away, it all starts to make sense, the words, "My turn" effortlessly rolling off his tongue and hanging in the air. Are you going to give him his turn though, is the question. And as your gaze locks with him, the answer is clear as a crystal. 

So it's no surprise that before you can even process your own intentions or his, you're on the bed, your skirt now all the way up to your waist as Jake dips his head between your legs, placing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. You can do nothing but whimper at that, the wetness that was troubling you earlier now coming back to tease you, just as the man hovering over you is too. 

You're not even sure if he asks you whether you're ready, but a whine escapes you nonetheless, a dead giveaway of just how ready you are. And thus begins the fun, a sudden pressure being applied to the crotch of your panties as he presses his palm against it. The subtle touch itself is enough to send you into a frenzy, your toes curling as you let out a moan. 

His hand on your thigh now, he gently licks a stripe up the fabric, wetting it even more than it already was. You can feel your walls clench at that, desperate to get something real from him, but too shy to ask for it. You're not all that experienced either, to be honest, but that doesn't mean you're not willing to open up, in more ways than one. It's like Jake hears your thoughts though, because the very next thing you feel is his tongue once again. Only this time, it's resting right against your folds, your panties having had been pushed to the side as he begins eating you out. 

And it's nothing if not pure heaven for you, the feeling of his mouth against your pussy making your back arch in pleasure. You learn rather quickly that he isn't one to keep the chase up for long, his tongue being shoved into your hole, your folds slick with wetness as he starts drawing you out within a minute or two. And his fingers only add to the feeling, rubbing against your clit while he eats you out, making you smile internally at all the effort you've put into getting him to crack, even as you let out moan after moan. 

Jake's name makes its way out of your mouth like a chant, his tongue flitting in and out of your heat as he shows you stars. You're close, inching closer and closer to your orgasm with every stroke. Jake knows it too, speeding up more and more as he goes. Another minute is all it takes him, your juices spilling out of your pussy as your body convulses from the sheer force. He too, like you, doesn't want to waste a drop of the delicious liquid, gobbling it all up like a man starved. 

The orgasm hits you like a wave, making you think you can't go on any longer. But when Jake lifts his head up to look into your eyes, his gaze holds something that tells you you're gonna have to go on for much, much longer. 

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Aaron Hotchner x Camgirl (Plastic Doll) PART 20

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You hadn't expected him to be so eager to meet you at your house after. He was already in the driveway, five minutes early but somehow right on time. You'd been truly thrilled the entire ride home, shuffle playing in to your stellar mood, because you couldn't think of a more appropriate song to start the night with.

"Sugarpie honeybunch

You know that I'm weak for you

I can't help myself

I love you and nobody else"

You turned the music down before cruising through your neighborhood and that's when you'd spotted his car, him leaned against it admiring your home. You pulled in the archway behind him, gathering your things. He was already at your door so he could open it for you.

"How'd things go?"

"We went so far over our projected sales. The amount of reservations I made for people tonight was insane. We'll be booked half the summer." You stepped out, letting him help you of course. Now that you had his attention again, you weren't ashamed to admit how much you'd missed it. And him. Jesus, he hadn't aged a day. He looked young and carefree and so sleek in his black slacks and matching black dress shirt. You were crazy for him in all black and part of you thought he'd planned it for the evening.

"I love hearing you like this. You sound so happy."

The truth was, you were. You always found a way to be happy. After you left him at the hotel in New York, you went back to the house and decided you were turning it into your future. It wasn't until Dave showed up with some clues about your past that you decided what you wanted to do.

"There's a reason channel 54 brings you so much joy, and it's not just the cooking."

When you met him, you had no idea, not until you saw the way his eyes crinkled up just like yours when he laughed, or how his own laughter sounded eerily similar to yours. You didn't piece everything together until later that evening when Dave called to ask if you were okay.

"He didn't even know who I was."

"He did. But sometimes what's already known doesn't need to be explained. You made it this far without him. You can go even longer."

"Sorry to have you out so late," it was almost 11 pm, and he preferred to be at home when it got dark. You knew being up and out this late wasn't the norm for him but you appreciated his efforts to see you regardless. He hadn't pried or pushed when you left. He knew if things were ever going to be talked about, they'd be on your terms.

"I don't mind at all."

His sincerity and overall joy to be seeing you was more than you had bargained for. You had prepared for this conversation for a long time but now anything you had planned to say seemed irrelevant. You only cared about who he was now, and what the reality of things had done to him as a person. You wanted to know if he'd moved on, secretly. But by the looks of things, moving on was the last thing on his mind.

"Let me show you where I spend all of my time."

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It was a big change from her little 4 foot balcony from when we were neighbors. It was a covered porch, so she'd stay dry and could watch the stars or weather no matter what the condition. It was very much her style, with pink beanbags and giant comfy pillows everywhere. Her fuzzy pink rug was on the concrete floor, and her stereo was in the corner. Twinkling pink lights hung from beam to beam, giving the place a glow that radiated her entire personality. We were on her loveseat on the wall, watching the rain that had just decided to come in. It was light, still a sprinkle for now, but the weatherman had predicted storms for the next few hours.

"I feel like it should be implied, but I can't stop thinking about how proud I am of you."

The pink lights couldn't hide the color to her cheeks, and the way her body turned slightly towards me. Every inch felt like miles, slowly closing the gap between us until I could feel whole again. I knew it would take time. I could wait a little while longer if that's what she needed.

"Thank you, Aaron. It feels right. I'm really happy with what I'm doing."

"This is a lot to take in," I admitted, and she nodded in agreement.

"Do you want a drink?"

"Coffee, maybe, if you have it."

She rolled her eyes playfully and led me to the massive kitchen. Same pink coffee maker, same pink coffee cups, she may have left, but she was still exactly the same as I remembered her. She made us both a cup of coffee and I let her show me around. Most of the rooms were still empty, but she had a plan for everything. I had planned on staying as late as she'd allow me, if she didn't want me to leave, that was okay too. I felt pathetic in a sense, dangling by an invisible string that was attached to her affection. I didn't care how I looked or seemed to anyone but her.

"Can I apologize? Would you listen if I did?"

She stopped in her tracks, turning around to look at me. We were nearly on the porch again, stood beneath the threshold of the door.

"You don't have to apologize. I'm actually sorry for making you feel like you had to keep who you were a secret. I understand why you did it, especially after I told you about William. But I need you to know that I would have loved you either way. I was just really confused, and I was angry with you. I don't even know if it was anger. I was just sad that you loved me but put me through hell."

Looking back now, if I would have just told her the truth in the beginning, we could have still been together. For how long, I wouldn't know. A year ago, I still wasn't as ready as I should've been to be committed to someone. But after much needed therapy and time to get my emotions in order, I'd done some changing and I was ready to be what she needed from me all along.

"You leaving helped me to realize I needed help that no one but a professional could give me. I needed it long before I met you, but I wasn't ready to admit it then. It took me losing you to realize I had a lot of things I needed to work on before I tried to be with someone seriously."

She looked like she wanted to ask a million questions, but she just nodded, leading me to the loveseat and trying her best to get comfortable in her dress.

"I'm glad you did that. It's good to have someone to talk to. I did the same thing. I had a lot of growing up to do," she said finally, patting her lap as if to turn the conversation into a more upbeat direction.

"What have you been doing? Fill me in," she was smiling behind her coffee mug, listening intently as I rehashed some of the things I'd been working on. I'd started cataloging and formatting some of my cases into books, planning to publish them for research at the Academy, so I told her about that, and helping coach Jack's soccer team for the summer. She seemed to like the idea of me doing things like that with Jack. She always thought it was important that I was a good father. I had forgotten what a good listener she was. She was interested in everything I had to say, no matter how mundane or bleak the details were.

"I'm glad we can do this and it just feels normal. I... I'm sad that I lost you as my best friend. We did everything together and I told you everything and I miss that. I had no clue how much until now."

I offered her my hand and there was no hesitation when she took it. She gave it a sweet, gentle squeeze as we sat in comfortable silence. The fact that we were able to sit here together casually after everything we'd been through and there wasn't any tension or awkwardness. We had battled our demons and won, and now we were different people. Different people with the same strong, soul-tying feelings.

"I'm here now if you still need a best friend," I whispered, tightening my grip on her hand. I didn't want her to let go.

"Ditto."

Shortly after we fell into conversation about how she'd ended her channel. She auctioned off all of her props and costumes and stashed the money away while she went to school.

"Do you ever miss it?"

She shrugged, letting herself get a little more comfortable next to me. She was right at my side now, letting me drape my arm over her shoulder and rest on the sleeve of her dress. It was innocent, mostly.

"I miss the way it made me feel. I miss the ego boost and the confidence that came with it. I still filmed for a bit after I quit, just out of habit. It just made me feel really good about myself, and that's a high that I haven't found since," she chuckled, bravely bringing her hand to rest on my thigh. She checked my face immediately after to make sure she hadn't crossed any boundaries. I sat my coffee cup on the table so I could cover my hand with hers, just barely brushing her skin with my fingertips.

"Do you need an ego boost? Because I can certainly help with that," she could have me right back on my knees for her in seconds; it wouldn't take much. As if she read my mind, her lips barely brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, instantly lighting me on fire.

"I may just take you up on that offer," she purred, her nails dragging lightly against my palm. I was a sucker for her nails anywhere she'd use them on me.

"I want you to know I haven't... There hasn't been anyone else," there never would be, not as long as she and I could exist in the same universe.

"Same goes for me. I just don't think it was the right time for us then," she looked up at me through her lashes, waiting for me to agree with her.

"Doesn't mean we can't try again."

It was her turn to nod, nails using just a bit more pressure on my skin. I couldn't wait to be underneath her again.

"Can I come closer?" It came out in a whisper, and I patted my lap in response.

"You can come as close as you want, sugar." I couldn't hide my excitement as she climbed into my lap, pulling her dress up to expose her thighs so she could straddle me comfortably. I wasn't sure what to do, so I let my hands rest on her hips, gently pulling her forward to my chest. She let her head fall to the crook of my neck, kissing me delicately, as if it were the very first time. She would drag her lips across my skin, making goosebumps appear on my flesh in no time. Once I felt her tongue lazily tracing my jaw, smothering me with affection until her lips were hovering on top of mine, I was bucking my hips into her, groaning at her satiny figure against my tense, needy body.

She rolled her hips against mine before our mouths met, a years worth of longing behind that first kiss. It felt like being right at home, exactly where I was meant to be.

"Taste so good," I planned to shower her with compliments every opportunity that I got. She replied by swirling her tongue against mine, insatiable as we both craved more.

"Help me with my dress," she pleaded, standing up abruptly and turning around so I could make quick work of her zipper. She had on a matching baby blue set that fit her perfectly, heels still on her feet as her dress fell to the floor. Her body was somehow the same but better than I'd remembered, her absense causing me to appreciate her more now than I ever had. Her heels put me at eye level with her sex, so I leaned forward and pressed a pattern of kisses above her panty line, peering up at her as she shivered.

"I missed you," she breathed, weaving her fingers in my hair. I gripped her ass harshly, bringing her forward so her pussy could feel the heat of my mouth, salivating at the thought of slipping my tongue through her.

"I missed you, sugar. Can I show you how much? I'd love to take these off," I hooked my fingers in the waistband, letting them fall down her calves as I admired her.

"I'm going to lay you down right here against the cushions, get you comfortable," I did as promised, letting her situate into the corner of the sofa. I toyed with the straps on her heels before undoing them completely and letting them land on the floor. I unbuttoned my shirt, making a spectacle of removing the cuff links she'd gotten me forever ago and placing them on the table behind me. The smile she wore told me all I needed to know as I reached forward to remove her bra. Being able to have her partially outdoors and completely naked was a new experience, one I'd waited a long time to be able to do safely.

"You're a work of art," her nipples were stiff under my tender touch as I toyed with them, letting my hands roam her body.

"I really want this to work," she panted, eyes wide as I used my fingers to spread her open where she wanted me most. I tapped at her clit with my fingertip, earning a hiss in response. She was already making a mess on the blanket spread beneath the loveseat, months of deprivation making her weak for me.

"Me too," I pressed my thumb to her clit and watched in sheer ecstasy as she writhed beneath me, a string of profanities falling from her puffy, pink lips. A tiny increase in pressure had her hips bucking off the sofa and her sweet whimpers getting lost in the night air.

"So needy for me. You smell so sweet, sugar. You taste even better. I could never forget how you taste," I latched my tongue around her throbbing bundle of nerves, letting myself celebrate having her back in the most erotic way. An extremely slow, delicate swipe of my tongue made her arch her back and beg me to do it again. Once more and she let herself come back to me completely, moaning my name as she shook.

"Will you use your fingers too? I need you so bad, Aaron," she sounded desperate, staring down at me.

"Anything you want, sweet girl. All you have to do is ask."

✨✨✨

You were experiencing the most sensual form of euphoria: Aaron's face nestled between your legs. His chin was resting on your thigh as his fingers kept your swollen lips spread open. The lines between his actions being for your enjoyment or his own blurred more with every loving swipe of his tongue against your most sensitive spot, followed by the gentle flick of his finger. He was in a trance, exploring new ways to touch you, experimenting with you purely for the knowledge of pleasuring you. You knew even if you wanted someone else that no one would've compared to the man on his knees, exploring every inch of your glistening pussy like he was going to be quizzed on making you orgasm in the future.

"I missed how sensitive you get, look at you, clenching around my fingers and I'm not even using them," he kissed your clit and had your legs shaking, and your eyes rolling back until you saw spots. His fingers began to pump in and out of you, slowly at first as he just watched your reaction, and as soon as your chest began to heave and your breathing became shallow, his lips latched around your clit and his tongue flicked mercilessly at you, bringing you to a new high as you brought your hands to the back of his head. His rhythm was slow and steady as his fingers got slicker, slipping into you with ease and his mouth working to lap up every drop of your arousal. His pupils were blown out completely, his hair a disheveled mess on his head.

"Love it when you go slow like that," you murmured, lost on a roller coaster of pleasure that seemed to have nothing in store but crescendos. Just when you thought surely he would want you to help him satisfy the growing bulge in his pants, his tongue found a new pattern to trace on your clit, or his fingers would work in synchronization with his tongue and bring you over the edge in an embarrassingly short amount of time and he'd be so proud of himself that he had to try again. He was obsessed with you, there was no other way to describe it.

"I know you do, gorgeous. You have the most perfect pussy. You could keep me up all night if you let me stay right here, just like this," his words were melodic, like poetry, sweet erotic words meant to make you his in the most primal, possessive way.

"You always know exactly what to say," you praised, earning a low chuckle from him in response. He was so sexy, so confident. He went above and beyond to make sure he knew every way you enjoyed being touched, which made every experience with him a unique one.

"I just missed you so much. I hope you'll have me back for good." He didn't give you a chance to respond before he was making you cum again, fucking you with his fingers curled up inside of you and his tongue disappearing between your folds.

"I'd really like that. I was thinking, fuck, yes, just like that, please, maybe we could go on a date this weekend," his own moan rippled through you and made the butterflies erupt in your stomach. It was a sexy thing to witness: a man who received so much pleasure from using his mouth on you. You doubted he would be like this with anyone else; the look of bliss on his face and the lengths he went to in order to satisfy you were especially for you, and that was incredibly obvious.

"I'll take you anywhere you want to go," he assured you, and you believed him. The way he looked now, blinded by his infatuation for you, there wasn't a doubt in your mind that he'd do anything you asked. You wanted to scold yourself for falling for him so easily, technically a third time, but you'd been alone and without him for far too long. It didn't seem fair to deprive yourself of who you truly wanted, not now that you'd been able to accomplish everything else.

"Will you take me to the bed?"

He was already scooping you up, letting you taste yourself on his lips as his kisses overpowered you. You were hooked already, your nails scratching at his back, making him moan into your mouth. He rutted his hips against you for any sort of friction, groaning at the idea of feeling you again after so long. You felt it too; in fact, if there was more room to spread out and take all of him comfortably from here, you wouldn't wait. He opted to carry you, so you gave him directions, giggling the whole time.

"I've missed that sound so much," he paused to pin you against the wall, his hands hooked under your knees and your back flat against the wall. You reached between your bodies and unclamped his belt, unbuttoning his slacks and letting them crumple in a pile at his feet.

"I can't wait," you told him, knowing he would never be able to say no to fucking you against the wall. He held you up with ease, his frame so much larger than yours. It was one of the most attractive things about him; he was huge in comparison to you. In fact, the first day you'd seen him in the park, you'd fantasized about this exact scenario: him fucking you against the wall.

"Impatient. Let me take care of you. If you'll hold onto my shoulders, I'll just fuck you right here," getting his boxers shoved down was tricky but once his dick sprang free, he was lining himself up with you, meeting your eyes to make absolutely certain you were sure you wanted him.

"Please don't make me beg."

Just like that, he found a home in you, reminding you just how much you missed the feeling of him situating inside of you. He released a shaky breath before he slid out of you completely, pounding into you before you could whine at the loss of contact. Your nails marked up his shoulders as he found his pace, steady, rough. Everything about this was possessive; he was reclaiming you, and letting you do the same to him. Your only thoughts were each other as the frames on the wall rattled and shook, but they hadn't fallen yet. He had no plans on slowing down, he simply fixed his stance and situated his knee under you so he didn't lose his footing.

"So tight, sugar. You take my cock so well. Have you missed me?" Truthfully you weren't sure how you'd lived without him now that he was satisfying you in the best way possible, his free hand rooted in your hair and the sound of his hips meeting your flesh was echoing in the hallway and bouncing off the walls. You'd been waiting for the day that the universe brought you back together again, and here he was, giving you heart shaped eyes as you clenched around him and screamed his name.

"Such a good girl," he'd fulfilled his promise of an ego boost, he'd gone above and beyond. You felt more at home behind the walls of your home with him finishing inside of you with a shudder than you had in the three months prior. You prayed he'd follow you to your room and hold you after the experience you'd just had. He slowly helped you to your feet, kissing you before stretching his arms out. He pulled up his boxers and kicked his pants off the rest of the way, wasting no time in scooping you right back up and carrying you towards the direction of your room.

"You'll stay, right?" He laid you on the bed, crawling in after you, the bedside lamp the only thing lighting the room. He was already tugging the blanket over your bodies. Silly question.

"I'm staying. You think I'd miss a sunrise with you after being away from you for a year?" The smile you wore was a clear indication of how the future was looking as you curled into him for the night, him already halfway asleep with his arm tossed lazily over you waist.

✨✨✨

It was still dark when I smelled her brewing coffee, so I wandered downstairs, wrapped in her sheet still. It was early May but it was still chilly for early morning. I made a cup of coffee and knew where to find her, curled up on the loveseat and waiting for me.

"Good morning, sugar."

She patted the empty space next to her so I wrapped us both in the sheet, watching in awe as lightning crashed in the distance.

"I'm surprised you didn't wake me."

"This is a quiet storm. The rain will come later. We're only open for dinner shift this weekend, if you don't have plans today." She leaned into me and I took a deep breath of her; faded hints of peony and earth, she smelled like the most beautiful parts of the outdoors. She smelled like a beautiful garden, waiting for someone to come along and admire her ethereal beauty.

"Great, we can make breakfast together and watch a movie. If it isn't raining too bad, we'll go out for lunch."

She made a satisfied hum of approval before she pecked my cheek, lost in thought as she watched the light show around us.

"It's like no time has passed. This feels so right, Aaron. I can't ignore how normal this feels."

"I'm really grateful that you were willing to give us a second chance," words would never be able to convey how grateful. I'd been a real downer without her, and everyone suffered because of it. The only person I masked it around was Jack; everyone else got the regular, sullen Hotch.

"We're both really different now. Hopefully this time around, no one gets hurt."

There would be no sunrise, not with the rainy weather. Instead, there were quiet cuddles, soft sips of coffee as the rain pattered against the roof.

"Did you think about me?"

My question seemed to surprise her, but I was curious. I needed to hear that she'd missed me as much as I'd missed her.

"I looked for you everywhere. But I made a deal with the universe that I wouldn't come searching for you. That if we were going to come back together, it would be when we were ready."

"Serendipity," I said finally, and she laughed lightly, taking my hand.

"I got everything I could ever want and it wasn't enough because I was still missing you," she sighed, resting her head against my shoulder. She'd never have to battle another stormy day alone again. Now that there were no secrets between us, there was nothing stopping us from having a happy life together.

"I'm here now, sugar. I still have your stuff at my place. Both of our lists are in my office still," it was the last bit of her I had sexually; I looked at her list all the time. Every fantasy she'd been willing to give me was a good enough reminder for me that she'd be back one day, and I shouldn't throw it out. So it stayed in its original spot, under the calendar in my office.

"You kept them?! We may have to add to them now," she chuckled, using my side as an escape from the storm outside. It had gotten humid, the sheet clinging to both of us as the sky lightened just a fraction. No amount of time with her would ever seem like enough after a year of separation. I'd constantly be trying to make up for lost time.

"Whatcha thinking?" She was gazing up at me, trying to read my emotions, trying to see what kind of headspace I was in without prying too much.

"I'm just sorry we lost a whole year." I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in closer, as if it would keep her around for longer if I just didn't let go.

"Don't look at it like that. We took a year to figure things out. Our relationship before was based on a lie. Maybe not directly, but now there's nothing but truth. Just don't keep secrets from me again."

She was so understanding, it made me regret so many things. If we would have just talked...

She didn't give me time to ponder my mistakes further. She was pulling me towards the kitchen, and the memories of the last day I got to spend with her flooded back in a flash. The day she left, it hadn't truly sank in. It wasn't until the next day when I stepped onto the balcony and saw that all of her stuff was gone that I realized how badly I'd fucked up.

"Dave, she's moved already," I was frantic, my spare key no longer turning the knob and unlocking her door. That's when it hit me; it wasn't her door anymore.

"I promised her I'd stay neutral. I also promised not to try to convince her to talk to you. She'll talk when she's ready, and things will be fine."

I ran my hand through my hair, tears streaming down my face. How'd I miss her come in and leave so suddenly? I'd taken the day off work just to make sure I didn't miss her coming in. I had to explain myself. There was nothing I could've done after we arrested Watts to get her to stick around. She was gone before the sun came up, waving goodbye after writing her witness statement.

"I'm not asking you to convince her of anything. I don't even know why I called."

"Because you're heartbroken, and you need a friend. I'm here for you, Hotch. But I'm here for her too. I know both sides of the story, and they're bad. Im going to tell you the same thing I told her, if you're meant to be together, it's not right now."

I hated how illogical waiting for destiny to happen was. I hated that she lived a fortune cookie, coin-toss life that I was no longer a part of. She'd be fine waiting for whatever was meant to be, because that's how she'd spent her entire adult life.

I was already struggling, and it was obvious when I ended my conversation with Dave and began drinking before ten AM. I turned my radio as loud as it would go to her favorite station and listened to all of her favorite music for the duration of the day. I let myself cry, and feel sorry for myself for most of the day. I started to feel a tiny bit better until the storms started, and the power went out.

I wondered where she was and what she was singing to distract herself. I knew she was probably terrified and I felt like shit because the one person in my life I wanted to protect, only needed to be protected from me. In the end, she was safer with the storms.

A month later and I felt no different. I quit drinking profusely, but only because my health was suffering. I was losing weight, wasn't keeping anything down but alcohol. I was running late to work more mornings than not, until finally Strauss suggested that I just work from home. I didn't know how to explain to her that being trapped in my apartment all day was somehow worse than being in the office. The new neighbor was quiet. She was friendly enough, knocking on the door and politely introducing herself when she started to move her things in. Beth, that was her name. She'd told me when she introduced herself. We were about the same age. In any other circumstances, I would have flirted with her to ease some of the pain I was feeling.

Instead, I opted to hate a total stranger because she lived in an apartment that would only ever belong to one woman, at least to me. Anyone else who lived there was simply borrowing it until she decided to come back.

I'd known her for all of those months and never introduced her to Jack. I never even offered. It was for the best, so he didn't have to miss her too. Jessica noticed my change in behavior and offered to step up with Jack until I could recover. I was thankful for that.

Three months in, Reid was at my door. His concern stemmed past the relationship, towards deeper waters that I was uneasy about at first. It wasn't until he opened up to me about his struggle with addiction, and the warning signs that something is consuming your life that I realized I had a problem with alcohol. It had started to become unmanageable, and if I didn't pull myself out of my slump, everyone would suffer.

"Wanting to escape isn't uncommon. But there's a healthy way to do it," he assured me, sitting down with me at the kitchen table. I explained what had happened in detail, and it was a relief to get it all out to someone who would be objective no matter what.

"She didn't actually say the words, 'we're breaking up' but I'm pretty sure he moving away implies that we're broken up," I sniffled, sipping my coffee. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, despite the warm weather, my entire body was chilled.

"Hotch, she really doesn't sound like your type. The whole serendipity belief system doesn't really go with your logical personality."

"You don't understand. She's everyone's type. And I decided all I can do is wait."

He shrugged, tapping his finger against his coffee cup. He was holding back for my sake. What he really wanted to tell me was that she'd move on far quicker than I would, and I'd be left wondering until I saw her out, and got closure for myself. The wait was going to be torture.

"Would you really wait for someone to come back? What if it takes—"

"I don't care how long it takes, Spencer. Unless she tells me otherwise, I'm hers. I don't want anyone else."

That night, I was having coffee on the balcony when Beth made her reappearance. She walked to the railing, coughing lightly as if I should say something. She wanted an apology for my being rude earlier in the week.

"Are you always this friendly?" She asked with a chuckle, reaching out to tap my shoulder. I backed away before she could touch me, turning toward her to get a better look. She wasn't unattractive, in fact, she was exactly my type. Composed, light-hearted, professional to an extent. But I had no interest in being friendly with the new neighbor.

"I'm sorry about our rude first encounter. I'm Hotch, but I'm not exactly up for company."

"Well, Hotch, maybe I could change your mind?"

I rolled my eyes, turning towards the door.

"I'm not the one, Beth. Goodnight."

It got a little easier after that. We avoided each other mostly, but occasionally she'd try to make small talk just to be polite if we were in the hall or stuck in the elevator together, but my replies would be short and as formal as possible. The lack of affection from anyone was making it harder to ignore the woman who obviously wanted my attention.

But I continued to do it, despite not knowing if she was out there ignoring other men too. No one would tell me if she had anyone new or not.

Six months in, I was desperate, tired. I almost caved when Beth slid an invitation to a dinner party under my door one night, but instead, I slid it right back under hers so she'd get the hint that I didn't want to be bothered by her. It was a constant battle, caving to the woman next door or waiting for who I really wanted. When I finally decided to step through the doors of a Therapist's office, and brought the idea to his attention, he assured me anyone I could get with now would just be a placeholder if I hadn't truly moved on.

He recommending staying single until I got the closure that I needed. He also recommended not to rush in if she came back, but it would be impossible. How would I ever resist her after being parted for so long, especially if she was willing to have me back?

"Aaron, you're letting the pancakes burn," her giggles broke through my thoughts, bringing me back to reality. I'd almost forgotten we were even making breakfast in the first place.

"Sorry, sugar. Got distracted."

Her arms made a home around my waist as she squeezed me tight from behind. She could sense that even though things seemed fine, and we were back together, things still weren't 100%.

"If you need more time—" I cut her off; I'd had more than enough time alone. It was just so surreal that things fell so easily back into place. I wasn't as trusting of the universe as she was.

"It's not that. I just hope we're making the right decision by getting back together."

I felt her arms drop from my sides and I turned around abruptly, hoping I hadn't already screwed up.

"If you have any doubt whatsoever, you should go."

Go? That was the last thing on Earth that I wanted to do, but I had to be smart. I had to be careful, so I didn't wind up alone again.

"It's not doubt. It was just much faster than I expected things to go."

"Then we can slow down. We'll do breakfast and save the date for another time."

She came to take over at the stove, so I took her seat at the bar, watching as she floated effortlessly around the kitchen. By the time she'd finished, she hadn't said a word. She let her music play and the rain pour down outside, but she'd stayed as quiet as a mouse. She sat a plate in front of me and was joining me shortly after.

"I didn't mean to make you upset."

She shook her head, picking at her food. She didn't even seem upset. She seemed devastated.

"I thought— I don't know what I thought. That we'd just be able to pick up where we left off, and things would be fine, but if any part of you doesn't want to do this again, you should let me know now so I can distance myself. Because you know how I am. I'll dive right back in with no hesitation."

"I know that. I do want this, trust me. I just need a little time to process is all. You're back, and that's a big change from how I've spent my days for the last year."

She nodded, pushing her plate away. Her mood had changed drastically, but she still seemed okay.

"Want to call me tonight?"

I didn't even have her new number, but mine hadn't changed.

"Yeah, I'll call when I get home from the restaurant."

I thanked her for breakfast and kissed her goodbye and made my way to my car, trying to shield myself partly from the rain. I was halfway home when it dawned on me that I'd left her in the middle of a storm with no way of even calling to check if she was okay. I'd been so worried about clearing my head and making sense of the sudden 180 my life had taken. She was right, she was much better at going with the flow than I was. I had to go home and mentally calculate everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours, but she would act as if it were just another Saturday we were spending together.

I was turning around, making a U-turn in the middle of the highway.

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“Have plans with your girl tonight?”

Bucky clicked his tongue, putting down the weight to the holder, not turning to Sam still doing squats and an awkward noise out of breath. His partner couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and giggle while shaking his head, fast enough to steal the soldier's clean towel before he reached it.

“She's not my girl”.

“Not yet, you mean, uh?” He joked then, using the clothing like a whip to hit the metal arm. “But, you have plans or not?”

“Yeah, we have plans”. Bucky admitted eventually, glancing at Sam also stealing his bottle of water. “She invited me to watch a movie”.

It was the innocent and unworried tone of voice from him that made Sam choke, cough, and laugh at once.

“What?”

“Oh, man… Can't believe you're sinful enough to do what we do but too innocent to not see what that means”.

“It means we're gonna watch a movie”.

Bucky was confused at the laughter, trying to understand what he was referring to as he rested his back against the wall and crossed both arms over his chest. Expecting anything else from his wise friend.

“This is the twenty-first century, you ancient. We don't watch movies”.

“What d— What do you mean? You have Netflix, HBO, Prime Video… What's the point?”

Sam was deadpanned, staring in silence at the soldier, not believing what his ears were hearing. “We, guys, don't watch movies with girls, even less when they are the ones inviting us”.

Bucky squinted at him, tilting his head like a lost poppy would do, not being able to read between lines. His partner gasped exasperated, running a hand up and down his face.

“You know, man? Sometimes I feel alone, not having anyone to laugh with about that forties' manners of yours. Should I call Sarah, maybe?”

“Cut the show”. He hissed standing up and passing him away.

“Oh, no, no, no… the show has just started, man, and I have my popcorn ready”.

Bucky had been beating around the bush the whole day, trying to let it out of his mind. Of course, it was something that would happen sooner or later, and —more than of course— he wanted it to happen. The mere fact of thinking about you and him, flesh against flesh, hearing you moaning his name and making you feel good caused him goosebumps and an awkward sensation beneath his black jeans. Suddenly, swallowing saliva turned impossible, biting his lower lip while ringing the intercom of your apartment. Your response didn't last more than a couple of seconds, opening the door downstairs and waiting for him at the entrance of your apartment.

The butterflies fluttered within your bellies when Bucky stepped out of the lift, showing you that charming smile that could make you kill anyone who dared to erase it from his face.

“Trying to get me drunk?” You joked as he raised the bottle of red wine in his left hand.

“Maybe?”

“Missed you today”. You whispered at the soft kiss on your lips and his arm getting wrapped around your lower waist.

“So did I”. He sighed, sounding a little tired, caressing your nose with his.

Yesterday he talked to you about a routine medical check-up the government used to do every six months until he earned his pardon. Four hours of intense exercise to make sure the supersoldier serum was still doing its effect, as he started to feel somewhat tired since he stayed in Wakanda. For Bucky, it was really easy to open up himself with you and talk about his past and some of the things he did. And he didn't complain when you helped him to take off his leather jacket, watching him rubbing his left shoulder.

“I, uh… also was this morning with Sam. Training”. He told you, following you to your kitchen to find a couple of glasses. Turning at him, you couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow. “Don't look at me like that… I know to perfection what you're thinking”.

“You're a telepath now?”

“God, no. I have enough with the voices inside my head, to hear someone's else”. He chuckled resting against the fridge. “But you're very expressive and I was trained to read body language”.

“So, what am' thinking?” You asked driven by curiosity, entertained on opening the bottle of wine.

“Look at this guy… He looks hotter than a barbecue”.

You broke into a loud laugh, shaking your head as you grabbed the drink and the glasses. “Not even close, Sergeant”.

“Liar”. He blurted into your face, passing him away to the living room where the Thai takeaway was waiting for the two of you.

“I'm not lying! You're a lousy body reader”.

“So… you can do it better, uh?”

“Didn't say so, but… yeah”. You replied, placing the wine and the glasses on the coffee table next to the big green sofa.

“Okay, go ahead. What am 'thinking, genius?”

Standing in front of him, some inches away, you squinted at his eyes in advance of touring his posture from top to bottom with your orbs.

“Look at that girl… she's hotter than a volcano”.

“Not even closer, soldier”. Bucky repeated your words, kissing his teeth and causing you to laugh again.

“Liar”.

The night went on, enjoying your dinner and watching the first part of Scary Movie. Since Bucky told you that he loved the horror genre, you thought that it'd be a good start. As you finished the Thai dishes, you two cuddled on your sofa, and it felt nice to be embraced by his muscly arms and had your head rested on his shoulder. He had never been that happier before, imagining for a moment —staring at you by the corner of his eyes— that he wasn't a retired lethal assassin controlled by a bunch of psychos, just a guy watching a movie with his girl.

For some reason that increased his pulse, having to clear his throat as the thought dried it. You couldn't let it go, wrinkling your nose with curiosity, raising your face slightly at Bucky trying to focus on the movie, and pretending everything was going okay.

“What?” He murmured about to laugh nervously, putting his head back a couple of inches to look better at you.

“Seems like you're gonna have a heart attack, what's the matter?”

The soldier breathed heavily through his nostril, expelling all the air in a sight through his parted lips. A lower giggle escaped them as your eyes widened a little more interested in his response to your question.

“Sam… Sam said something this morning”.

There it was. Your grimace turned skeptical, sitting up to borrow the control remote and pause the movie. Turning to face him and placing an arm on the headrest, you puckered your lips in a funny gesture watching him click his tongue.

“Things are different nowadays and… y'know, we used to watch movies”.

“And that's what we're doing”.

“Yeah, but… it's like… now there are some kinds of non-speak social rules”.

You knew exactly what he was referring to and seeing him somewhat troubled and tense just made your heart melt. It wasn't that he was scared, but it almost felt like.

“Is it your first time since the forties?” You dared to ask, clearly with no intentions of making fun of him.

“I've never really… y'know, I was in my twenties when I left Brooklyn. I me— mean, 'm not stupid, okay? I've done things but not… sex like… to the whole point”. Bucky didn't have his eyes on you when he made that confession, rubbing the bridge of his nose by inertia as his nervousness increased. “And now everything… is pretty different”.

“It doesn't have to”. You just replied, stretching a hand to his right one to intertwine your fingers. “Listen, Buck… We don't have to, okay? We don't have to do anything if you're not ready. We can watch the movie and then… you can go, or you can stay to sleep with me”.

“I'd like that”.

“Leave?”

“Yeah, totally, if you excuse me, ma'am… I gotta leave” He clearly joked, about to stand up until you pushed him down to the sofa bursting in laughter. “Nah, I, uh… I mean, I'd like to sleep with you tonight”.

“I'd like too, and to wake up tomorrow morning with you”.

“Yeah, would be very awkward if you go to sleep with me and wake up with another guy in your bed”.

Bucky smirked at you, biting his upper lip before leaning to press both on yours. He couldn't believe you were being so comprehensive with him, not making any other uncomfortable questions, nor kicking his ass out of your house. At that moment, he realized he was madly in love with you, bringing you closer to himself so he could embrace you tenderly between his arms. And you let him, not wanting anything else than to be with him.

At the moment the movie finished, you both stretched your hands to the ceiling with a yawn opening your mouths. You palmed his thigh to beckoning at him, urging the soldier to follow you as you rubbed your eyes using your knuckles, a little sleepy. Turning off the lights on your way to your room, you changed your clothes for a baggy Iron Maiden's t-shirt, as he stripped himself leaving his clothes on the chair in front of your bed, only wearing a pair of black boxers at the end.

You were about to ask him which side he preferred when the words died on your tongue, glancing at him with his flesh hand over his dark grey shoulder. It was the first time you saw the vibranium arm in all its glory and Bucky gave you the impression of being embarrassed. He'd never stop surprising you with plenty of emotions for things that for you didn't have any importance actually —like the fact of not having two real arms.

“Come here”. You murmured, kneeling on the mattress and palming the other lateral, observing every one of his actions till lying next to him, in the middle of the gloom of your room.

Covering both of you with the sheets and turning on your sides to face each other, Bucky took the initiative of wrapping you close to his chest, as he placed his head on your pillow. He couldn't help but take a soft breath from your heavenly smell impregnated in, provoking a smile to grow on your lips. Surrounding his neck with your arms, you sunk your fingers in his short hair, gently caressing his scalp while you started to spread tender short kisses all around his face.

“This feels good”. He purred with such a pleased tone of voice, closing his eyes as he adventured his warm hand under your shirt to draw invisible patterns on your back.

“So good”. You affirmed, peppering his cheek with a bunch of noisy smooches.

Bucky squeezed you between his grip, hiding his face into the gap of your shoulder and neck, causing you goosebumps because of his exhalation against your skin. He was comfortable being that close, with no distance separating your chests and your legs intertwined in a bundle. You saw how relaxed he was when he pulled his head back to the pillow, noses touching and his eyelids closed.

“Good night, Buck”. You whispered, still feeling his caresses on your back, leaning to kiss him one last time.

“Good night, doll”.

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[voxmortuus]

I'm Sorry

Pairing: Cpt. Syverson x F!Reader

Universe: Sand Castle

Words: 2k

Warning: There is a lot of wordy substance before you get to the good stuff. I didn't want to jump right into the smut of things. I wanted to build to that.

Summary: You and Sy had a small argument and he left for work, not realizing the timing of things. He had forgotten your anniversary and didn't realize how he had made you feel because let's face it sometimes he doesn't always pay attention to how he talks to people. He realizes his wrongs and comes home and showers you with affirmation that you have done nothing wrong.

TW: Abandonment fear | Feeling of wrongdoing | Mild Language | Angst | Fluff | He Bathes you | Oral (Female Receiving | Passionate/makeup Smut | Unprotected Vaginal Penetration | Body Fluids | Internal Vaginal Ejaculation | Slight primal Sy | Cuddles

Prompt: None, random headcanon

Image Credit: Google

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It didn't happen every year, but this year, this year was unique. The many ups and downs you two have had always made you feel panicked and usually worrying that maybe this was it, was he done? He didn't come home last night, and he didn't bother to call. It was a diminutive fight, and you felt horrible, like you had really wronged him in such a small way this whole thing ate at you. Spending the night crying on the couch with a pint of Ben & Jerry's at your side, you kept the living room dark while occasionally taking a sip of your last bottle of red wine. Looking at your phone waiting for him to text you, to even call it was agonizing.

Waking up, you think to yourself that this is a new day, a brand new start. Looking out the window, you watch as the neighbor children get off the bus for school. Letting out a breath, you make your way to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee and realize you've slept over half the day away You think to yourself, 'Today will be okay.' but in the back of your mind, you're still freaking out over the other night. Beating yourself up all over again, you place your coffee on the counter; and make your way back to the living room, curling up on the couch; and crying some more.

Meanwhile, Sy is on the training grounds training some new idiots how to do their job. He looks at his watch and lets out a heavy breath, and shakes his head. Walking around, he looks behind him a moment to see someone heading his way.

"Captain, did you forget what yesterday was?"

"Huh?" He asks with a slight arch to his lip and brow.

"Sir! It was your anniversary!" they all yell.

Looking back down at his watch and checking his phone, Sy growls. "Fuck!" He hands the cup off to someone else and heads out. "Fall out!" He yells over his shoulder and heads inside to grab the keys to his truck. Looking in the passenger seat and shakes his head. "I'm sorry, baby." He says aloud and starts the vehicle heading home.

You've fallen asleep crying had knocked you back out. You didn't bother picking up your empty items from the night before, and you hadn't showered in two days, and you were a complete mess. You weren't expecting him to ever come back, and if he did, it would be when you weren't home to get his things. You didn't understand you only wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man meant the world to you maybe, that wasn't what he wanted.

Pulling up to the house, he turned off the truck and got out, grabbing the gift bag in the passenger seat. Sy tries to quietly head inside the house. The lights were off, but he could see that you were still home. The shadow of your hand was under the couch as he made his way inside. He walked softly after he undid his boots, leaving them at the door.

As he made his way into the living room, he noticed the empty bottle, the day-old wine glass, the barren Ben & Jerry's, and piles of tissues. Shaking his head, he beat himself up. He quietly made his way up the stairs and started the bath. Putting your favorite bath bomb in the water and some bubble bath, the bathroom started to smell like lavender and cedar. Admittingly, he loved those damn bath bombs. Lighting the candles and setting various things out for you that had come out of the gift bag, he placed the gift bag on the toilet. There were two extra things in there.

After turning the lights off and turning off the water, he made his way downstairs. Looking at you, he let out a small breath.

"Baby, wake up." He spoke softly, lifting your head to sit on the couch.

You look up the feeling of being moved and jolt awake. Looking up at Sy, you begin to cry all over again and wrap yourself around him. You hated how this all went, and you hated yourself.

"Baby, don't cry. It's okay. I'm sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. I shouldn't have left the way I did. I don't know what I was thinking. I've got something for you." He doesn't say anymore. He picks you up and carries you up the stairs. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury yourself into him.

When he opens the bathroom door, you look at everything he had done. You start crying more. It was beautiful, and it was thoughtful, and it was adorable. Looking back at him after he set you down, you wrap your arms around his torso and bury your face into his chest.

"I was so afraid you weren't coming home." you mumble into his chest.

"I'd be stupid not to." He tells you with a finger under your chin to look up at him. Sy leans down and kisses you softly. You deepen the kiss and grip at his shirt. His heavy hands move under your shirt and caress the small of your back. He looks down at you. "How about I help you get those clothes off, and I help you into the bath?" He smiles.

Nodding your head, he slips your shirt off and slowly pulls off your shorts, and looks at you smiling. "I could look at you for days." He smirks. Your hands move to undo his pants, he stops you. "Let me take care of you." He smiles a bit. Biting your lip, you nod slowly as he lifts you and places you into a bath of perfect water temperature.

You sit there and look at him. He grabs the loofa and your favorite body wash and washes you. Taking his time and not missing an inch of you, he takes a cup that you use for your baths and rinses off the soap. With the same cup, he pours some water on your head and starts slowly washing your hair. Looking down at you, he watches you slowly cry, and that's when he had enough. Rinsing your hair out, he stands up, strips down, and gets into the bathtub with you, not thinking about the water overflowing.

He wraps his arms around you and holds you close. "It's okay. Baby, I'm sorry. I am so sorry." He repeats as he kisses your wet head.

"It's not that. I was so afraid, Sy. I was horrified you wouldn't come home. I... I don't know what I would have done." You sob softly with your face in your hands.

"It's okay. It's okay. I understand. I was an asshole, I didn't think. I was late for work, there was no communication, and I just... Baby, I'm sorry." He repeats.

Leaning in, he kisses your neck. Sniffling you, bite your lip, and your breath jagged.

"Let me show you that I would never leave you. Let me make this up to you." He whispers into your ear. All you can do is nod slowly.

Holding his hands in yours a moment before he moves his hands down your stomach to your hips and lifts you onto his lap, before standing you up, he takes a towel and wraps it around you before standing up himself and carries you to the bedroom, leaving behind wet footprints.

He places you on the bed, and hovers over you, and unwraps the towel. Looking over you, he licks his bottom lip and leans in, and kisses you softly, but with such a need behind the action. He kisses your neck and your collarbones. Taking a breast in one hand and taking your nipple into his mouth, he suckles a bit while gently squeezing the other breast.

Slowly he works his way down and looks up at you as he kisses your hips and then hovers, his breath warm against your now swollen and sensitive bud. Kissing you between the legs, he spreads your legs, lifting them over his shoulders, his strong arms wrap around your legs as he sucks softly on your clit. Your breathing hikes and shakes as you grip the towel at your sides.

His eyes gaze up at you. His blue eyes watch as you react to his gesture. He begins to gently move his fingers to spread your lower lips and licks your now wet core, tasting you. Sy lets off a small groan against your body which only causes you to moan a soft moan. He becomes more hungry in his actions as his tongue works its magic against your pussy, driving your senses into overdrive. He moves back up to pay attention to your clit as his hands grip at your legs, his fingers digging into your fleshy legs.

As his tongue swirls around your clit, your legs press against his head, but he pulls them back. Your hips move against his mouth as he groans again, only causing you to moan louder. Your hands move to his head, placing them on the top of his shaved head as he groans again and moves faster. Growing in his own excitement, he grinds his hips against the bed triggering him to get stiffer. The friction and sensation to himself as he pleased you, he needed you.

"Oh Sy." You moan softly. He picks up speed causing your legs to shake and your hips to buckle.

Biting you softly, you buckle again. Sy takes your thigh into his mouth, biting your leg leaving little hickies, almost like marking what's his. You moan again as he works his way back up to your lips, kissing you with such need he pushes himself into you, your back arches, your breath hitches, and your hands grip at his back, your nails digging into his skin. Your legs wrap around him as he slowly starts to thrust into you.

As you moan, he moans as he thrusts your hips move to meet his. Your bodies close and heated at this moment. Your hands slide down his strong arms, and he intertwines your fingers holding them above your head as he thrusts deeper into you. The more he keeps up with this pace, your back arches into him as you kiss him with such a fiery passion. Your heels dig into his ass as if helping him thrust deeper into you.

"You're so wet, so tight, you feel so good." He whispers against your lips.

"I love how you fill me." you whisper back. "You know just how I like it."

"I love you, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he kisses you deeply.

Thrusting harder and a little faster, picking up the speed, you moan into his mouth, causing him to go into overdrive. His thrusts pick up, his grunts paced, your breathing is a steady pant mixed with moans. The sounds of your body colliding fill the room. As he starts to pound into you, your hips rise, and you dig your nails into his back, scraping.

"FUCK!" You moan loudly.

"Cum for me, Baby." He tells you.

"Don't pull out." you tell him.

"Beg for it." He snarls, now a primal beast.

"Cum in me, Sy. Please. Don't pull out." you moan as both of you climax at the same time. Your body shakes, your pussy quivers your floor muscles pulsating and massaging his cock as if pulling every last drop in.

"Fuck." He moans softly against your ear. "That was amazing." He chuckles.

You look over his face and smile softly. "I love you. More than you will ever understand." You whisper.

He kisses you softly and slowly pulls out, causing you both to moan softly as he falls next to you. Turning on your side, you cuddle up to him, your fingernails raking over his chest. His hand moves along your back, his fingers against your spine.

"Happy anniversary... I'm sorry I forgot." He smiles softly.

"That's okay. How about I order us some pizza, we can have the bottle you brought, I can bring out your whiskey, and we can have a night of... well... this." You chuckle.

"That sounds perfect." He smiles, holding you close.

Cpt. Syverson Taglist: @1960memories

[erensrag]

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.”