#(AND it wasn't about having to wait for him anymore either because he was good to go before she left

[bladeshowers]

"Probably not. He never set gaze upon me until he followed me to the First. Morbid curiosity turned fascination. He made a mistake of hoping he could rouse Azem." Amara wasn't sure if it was possible to do without memories. Sure, she'd manage to poke Hermes awake, but Amon had been elevated and… Yeah she wasn't sure how they did that exactly? She knew their memories were stored within crystals but the physical act of it? Hm. Who knew? Other than…the two men she was with. Not something she wanted to toy with. "Better to make new memories than chase after whatever you all were scheming over." Amara offered, hoping to be helpful.

The mention of Ardbert had her shifting uncomfortably as he was still a sensitive topic for her. They'd grown close on the First and she often wished she could change their places. He was more of a traditional hero and she was just…opportunistic. "He's still rattling around somewhere up there. Not often, but…" She trailed off as she wasn't really sure how it was possible. She also didn't want to know if he was gone, gone. It upset her. Ah right. Their fight. It had been a good one at least. Though she still had felt like he was holding back. She cast him a sidelong look, but didn't bring it up.

"Either way, I'm sorry I hurt you back then, but Emet didn't give me a lot of options. As you've noticed, he's ready to not deal with any of this anymore." She had definitely tried to get him to stick around. Multiple times and he wasn't having it. She'd only managed the few days because he'd been genuinely concerned about her and what she had done to the lifestream. With Hydaelyn gone someone had to do something.

"If you want I can give you an echo show later," she called to Amon. Or Themis could. OoOoh! They could share with one another. That might be fun. Maybe. Looking towards the kitchen, she merely shook her head. Yep. That was her Amon. The woman rolled her eyes a little as he went on that everything turned out in the end. "You didn't make it easy on me, now did you?" Oh no, quite the contrary. She flashed him an almost piercing smile before she stood and stretched.

"You do still have to clean up Azys Lla." Which was mostly her fault. Well. Her and the Garleans. The blonde moved into the kitchen and settled down at the small table and waited for the men to join her.

He huffed a soft laugh and ran his fingers down her arm again. "There was a connection between us I did not know of, did not understand. I did not remember your soul…..all I knew was that Hydaelyn had a special interest in you and Emet-Selch never corrected me. Or perhaps he had once and I had forgotten….” He sighed softly and shut his eyes briefly. “Other than the things the….collective deemed important, I would forget within a mortal generation, if not sooner. Bits and pieces have been returning to me as time has gone on, but I doubt all of it will ever be mine to claim.”

He looked at her then and pursed his lips with an uncomfortable expression before he shrugged. “Using Ardbert’s body….was an emotional decision I did not normally fall prey to. You had taken the last of my unsundered brothers from me. I was….wounded. In pain in a way I did not fully understand….I do not know if the pain was even mine or…..another’s.” He gave a slight smile then. “Fortunately you had Azem’s crystal to call upon aid in our final combat atop the Tower.”

“Oh to have seen it!” Amon emerged from the kitchen with plates. “I can only imagine how glorious a battle it must have been! Buuut alas, I didn’t even know Elidibus was dead until I noticed how he wasn’t coming along to do anything about my mischief. Oh, I had an inkling of course, given who he was dealing with, but nothing known for certain.”

“Ah…there is the you I more strongly recall of late.” Themis noted dryly. “Though given what you caused, I don’t think ‘mischief’ is really the word for it.”

Amon laughed as he set the table. “Oh well! It all worked out in the end, now didn’t it? The Final Days vanquished forever, the Meteia scattered back into dynamis save one. I couldn’t do it again even if I wanted to. It took so long just to gather the means to Create the towers. I’d need several more mortal generations before I could even repeat that feat, let alone make more Meteia to finally end all of existence.” He shrugged. “No….it’s all just too much work and it would all just end up being unraveled again anyway. I’ll turn my ambitions elsewhere.”

He turned from the table to gesture to it with a flourish. “Well then! Come and enjoy! I hope you will find the meal quite….flavorful. I was generous with the spices, you see.”

[taiey]

Do we think Woogie talked to Manepear yet about maybe wanting him/them to team with Atlas? 'Cause like last time he streamed he wanted to talk to SB and Mane but only SB logged on, and obviously Woogie's been a TwitchCon and busy and all, which afaik Mane wasn't at tho he could've been very private about it ig, but either way it's possible that Woogie like DM'd him about it or anything.

Do I think he knew and was deliberately trying to make a good impression. Hmm. Like the "we both don't have teammates" is a weird framing if you're getting this idea.. from Zam's teammate.. but like not much weirder than claiming that Flame, who's been more active than you the last couple months, doesn't play on the server anymore.

Does seem like the only thing he wanted to do was, like, hang out with Zam. Talk to Zam. Be nice to Zam, whether that meant fighting Mapicc to protect him or not fighting Mapicc because she didn't want him to. Would Mane have even have a prompt to suddenly log on to Lifesteal and try really thoroughly to be nice to Zam if not... yes, the flower field. I completely forgot about that until I rewatched Mane's entrance from the vod, but okay yes Mane could in fact completely independently come to the conclusion "wait if Mapicc's turned on Zam now maybe Zam should turn to Someone Else" that Woogie also concluded, for the same reasons.

..yeah and if he logged on yesterday just because he saw people on and wanted to play Lifesteal with them, whereas Flame is not logging without a specific Thing To Do, and then showed up today and hasn't seen any of Zam's teammates on either day, then that's just exaggerating a bit for rhetorical effect, not like outright lying, I usually assume people other than Spoke aren't outright lying unless they have a pressing reason to

ok I have now posed a question and argued myself into both answers while writing about it, final conclusion probably Woogie didn't say anything the idea is just that objectively compelling. hope you enjoyed reading 👍

[cobra-creampuff]

i really hate the plotline where sophie was like i need space so nate gave her space and the narrative was like look at this fucking idiot

[s0dium]

Obsession

Warning: Love drunk men, fingering, titty sucking, nipple play, unprotected sex, love drunk reader

~

Love courses through your veins. He’s all you can think about.

You wonder if it's normal to be this enamored with someone, to be this hopelessly head over heels infatuated and obsessed. You can't even focus on what needs to be done anymore because he's absorbed your entire being; he's in your head when you wake up, a gentle whisper in the back of your mind during conversations, a constant in your dreams, day or night.

But it's a doomed one-sided crush you remind yourself. You're not even sure if he knows you exist and in quieter moments, you wonder if perhaps it’s better this way. Loving from a distance means you never have to face the potential heartbreak of rejection, never have to see that polite smile of someone who doesn’t return your feelings. It's safer, you tell yourself, to admire him from afar, keeping your heart guarded behind the shield of daydreams and what-ifs.

So surely, right now in this moment, you must be dreaming.

It feels too vivid, too intense to be just a figment of your imagination. The warmth of his breath against your cheek, the weight of his bare body pressing gently down on yours, the softness of his lips moving against your own with an insatiable hunger—it all feels astonishingly real.

Because it is.

You don't know how but now you're naked underneath him, letting him touch, grope, suck, kiss, nip, and bite anything his hands and mouth can find. He doesn't let up either, he's exploring your body like a starved man, like he'll never get a chance to touch you ever again and wont pull away until he's had his fill.

You gasp when you feel his fingers between your legs, tracing your inner thigh before gliding between your pussy lips. Instinctively, you jerk back at the feeling; his fingers collecting your arousal and sliding up and down. But before you can speak, he kisses you again, his tongue eagerly intertwining with yours. When he finally pulls away, leaving you breathless, a thin strand of saliva connects your mouths.

"Just let me take care of you okay?" He hums before dipping two fingers into your tight hole. "Just been waiting so long to do this."

You don't even have time to react before he's curling his digits and massaging a sweet spot you could only dream about hitting on your own. His other hand gropes your left breast and with his index and thumb, begins to play with your perky nipples. As if that wasn't enough, his mouth found your other breast and gave it the same attention, licking sucking, and rolling your nipple like it was candy.

Colors dance across your closed eyelids and you wonder if this is heaven, if you've died and reached nirvana because the pleasure is just that good. You dont know if you can handle this, handle the fact that he's sucking and playing with your nipples while finger fucking you. Your toes curl and uncurl from the hot searing euphoria that is absorbing your body and emitting from your core. Your back arches off the bed and your crying his name, moaning it even, something you only dreamed about doing late at night when you craved him.

Suddenly, his mouth releases your nipple with a pop and he ceases all of his ministrations, leaving you breathless and confused.

"Fuck, I-" He's breathless himself, his face flushed and pupils blown. "Need to be inside you, need to feel you." He practically groans, and you thickly gulp at his words. Your brain goes fuzzy and you dizzily watch him pull down his boxers, the length slapping against his abdomen after being released from its confines.

He watches you lay down on the bed, breasts and cunt glistening from juices. You dont know this but he actually thinks he is dreaming. You look like a painting right now and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from spilling just at the sight of you.

"Please," You whine, "Please fuck me."

Who is he to deny you?

Without a word he presses his tip against your entrance and slides into you, grunting at the snug fit of your walls. You let out a loud moan from the feeling of him filling you so so perfectly, so well you mentally curse yourself for thinking a dildo or your fingers could ever do the job.

Then with a moan of his own, he slides out of you, nearly leaving you empty, before rocking himself back into you. Oh, how he wanted to fuck you slow and nice, like you deserved, but as the seconds passed, his resolve seep away until he just couldn't possibly hold back anymore.

His thrusts become faster, quicker, slamming in and out of you with such vigor and ease due to your combined juices coating and dripping from both his length and your hole. The friction is delicious, and his tip seems to hit your g-spot perfectly with each thrust. He even grabs the underside of your thigh and pushes them against you, effectively folding you and half and allowing him to go even deeper inside you.

You could feel your rational slipping away as he groaned about how fucking good you felt, about how good you where taking him, how he had been dreaming about this. You want to say something too, say something about how you feel the same way, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth right now is wanton moans of his name.

The pleasure was becoming too much, it had been slowly building and building and you know your about to break any second, burst with such euphoria you don't know if you will ever come back from the high. Before you do though, your brain manages to work again for half a millisecond to express the exact words you are feeling.

"Love you! M'love you so much!" You gasped before letting yourself succumb to the mind-numbing orgasm that was waiting for you. Your whole body shook and quaked from the pleasure and your mind went white. You thought you might cry, from happiness or pleasure you did not know. But you didn't. You simply went limp while you let him use your body like a sex doll.

You are barely clinging onto consciousness when you feel his hips stutter against you and he scoops you up, holding you close while he cums inside you.

"Love you too, love you too." He groans against your ear.

Any character you want ;)

[ianthedisastrous]

In some ways Ian didn't think it was fair. Not ways that had anything to do with himself, or the amount of distance between them, but for her. Because he knew she had an important place there on that island but he thought she had an equally important place out there in the world. If there was a specific sort of person who was meant to go out and do big things, to change things, to help people; she was what that was supposed to look like. And he had seen her struggles in coming to terms with the idea of where her freedom would go, he couldn't honestly say he didn't wish there was a way to change that.

But he also couldn't say it out loud, because in the end it had been her choice. And even if it wasn't the choice he might have made for her it was the one she decided and all he could do was respect that. It wasn't even about how much less they would see of each other, the bigger part of it was he hoped she was happy. And she would be, he knew she would find ways to be happy; but anymore Ian knew there were a million ways to find happiness and there would always be a million others left untold.

He hoped this one was the right one for her.

He wasn't sure he could have done something like that, he hadn't really even been able to accept being a sorcerer for the longest time and while he did now he still couldn't reason the idea of his entire life centering around magic the way it probably should have. In some ways he had probably not lived up to what legacy carried through his father's family, even though he thought he probably should have sometimes.

But she was putting everything into her kingdom, and that made her a good Queen, but the place where Ian had the most trouble accepting it was where he knew his sister before he knew her to be a Queen.

"I'm pretty sure we'll be right here when you come back, at least for a while longer." He agreed; but he didn't know either or life was going to lead. "And if we're not we'll figure out a way to be."

After graduation Tony might end up with a job somewhere else, he would always have his writing to fall back on himself, and while he would be quite limited in his ability to find a job as a therapist outside of places where private practices allowed Magicks to work they were still possibilities. He and Tony had to make things fit together wherever they did; Ian was in no hurry to leave that town, even less hurry to leave the people within it.

But sometimes things didn't last forever, and he had learned that taking a chance wasn't something to be as afraid of anymore. By that same logic he had to look at her taking this chance as a possibility.

"I would say you could leave Edward in charge for a while and take some time off at some point," Ian chuckled, "but then you would be leaving Edward in charge." He joked; he had spent enough time with Edward lately to know the man was in fact generally very proficient in what he needed to do. Just incredibly idealistic and very easily distracted. Enough time to actually like him, and mostly except he was good enough for his sister, because Edward did everything he could to make her happy. And sometimes that was more important than anything else.

But Edward really needed to get on that proposal idea, and knew he was just waiting for some perfect moment and he couldn't quite get Edward to understand moments were what you made of them, perfect or not.

@eilonwy-notjustgirl

Some Assembly Required || Eilian

[deathbxnny]

Loved your writing of arcane characters saying things they regret during an argument. Would you be willing to do a version with Jayce, Viktor and Silco? I apologize if you don't prefer to write about these characters, you can ignore this

Arcane men saying things they'll regret during an argument. | Viktor, Jayce, Silco x Gn!Reader

Oh, I absolutely am willing to do that, Anon!! These are going to be pretty irredeemable, though, so there is not going to be a part two to this... anyways, enjoy!!<3

Content: Season 2 spoilers!!, heavy angst, hurt/no comfort, break ups, swearing, gaslighting, toxic behavior, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》VIKTOR

"This... isn't you anymore, Viktor. A-And I refuse to keep lying to myself like this either!" You hissed out one night, unable to keep it in any longer. You were losing your mind in this compound of his, unable to understand how seemingly no one was able to recognize how wrong everything was. People who were "healed" by him weren't the same after. They turned into robotic and uncanny husks of their old selves.

A terrifying sight that unnerved you deeply. And only you here.

The nail in the coffin was perhaps the skeptical appearance of Councilor Salo. Never in your life had you ever seen him give a damn about anyone but himself. He lived a life of riches and materialism, far from the selfless and minimalistic lifestyle found here. But after your boyfriend healed him of his inability to walk, he suddenly preached the same ideals that everyone else did.

Peace, love, and community.

Those were the important pillars of this idyllic place Viktor had created, and yet you couldn't see past the clear red flags that weaved themselves in their white attire. You were never much of a genius like he was, but it didn't take much brainpower to understand that this was not a great place to be in. No matter how hard he attempted to convince you of that.

"... I'm sorry you feel that way. But I'm afraid I can not follow your reasoning for this claim. I am myself... just someone greater. More meaningful. Isn't that beautiful?" His voice was so gentle and patient in comparison to yours. Something that wasn't unusual to him. But the way he used that tone now made you sick. "Terrifying is a better word, actually... Why can't you see that this is just wrong? You're not healing anyone-" "-But I am. Look around you. Is that not enough for you to finally believe me, my love? I want to create a better world... one in which we can live freely together." Your mind spun, his words ringing in your head dangerously. And you hated every second of it.

This isn't the man you loved anymore. He must have died that fateful day when the sky fell from above, and he covered you with his body to save you. His last act of kindness as your boyfriend and lover before he perished and left behind whoever he was. And you'd be damned if the last good memory got tainted too.

"No. I will not let you play with my mind anymore. I've had enough." You pushed past him, wanting to finally escape this borderline cult. Originally, you had only followed after him because you couldn't bear being without him. Jayce was right, though. He really was different now.

"Hm... it seems like I was right about you after all." You stopped in your tracks yet didn't dare face him. "You truly are not worth saving... you can't grasp the beauty of what I have made. I suppose everyone's claims for your low intelligence were, unfortunately, right. What a shame." How could a devil have such a soothing, loving voice? Why did the monster that now lurked in your shadow have to have your lovers face? The cruelty was too much to bear.

Who would have thought that you'd finally leave him for good after all the years you've taken care of him? This moment felt so surreal and yet ironically freeing as well. The end was near. "Did you... ever even love me?" You asked aimlessly, but didn't wait to hear his answer.

Perhaps if you had, however, you would've seen that sudden spark of surprise in his eyes, as you slipped out of his fingers for good at last.

》JAYCE

You had looked everywhere for him. And after also asking everyone under the sun if they had seen your boyfriend, you had eventually determined that he must've somehow gone missing. Worried sick, it pained you knowing that there wasn't much you could do either, considering that everyone was too busy getting ready for a borderline war and Caitlyn became unreachable as a result. Yet just as you began to lose hope, your dear lover finally returned... but he wasn't the same.

He didn't look the same, nor did he act the same, in fact. He looked so different that it even visibly startled you when you found him rummaging through his once shared laboratory. You had just returned from another wrap around the building in hopes of finding it, and whilst you'd consider yourself lucky this time around, all you now felt was genuine dread.

"Jayce...? What happened to you? I looked for you everywhere and-" You stilled at the intense look he gave you, his face flinching for a moment, as though his mind couldn't comprehend your image. Glancing over at his peculiar weapon of choice, you felt unnerved at how even that looked uncanny. The entire situation was unnerving you deeply, to say the least. "You... You shouldn't be here." He finally muttered, his voice deeper and colder than it ever was. Jayce always had such a fun and warm voice. If you didn't know any better, you would've questioned who he was a while ago.

"Hey... tell me where you were, okay?" You said, trying a more gentle approach as you neared him, eyes focused on his clearly injured leg. Had he been kidnapped? You doubted it. So what made him end up like this? Nothing you could come with explained his appearance. His hair and beard were way longer than they should have gotten in the short span of time he was gone, too.

Reaching down carefully, you tried to inspect his leg, but he seemed less receptive to the idea. Or so you assumed, after he shoved you away roughly and held the hammer to your face at impressive speed. His eyes were glossy, as though he wasn't entirely all there. He was reliving a terrifying moment in his mind, unaware of the horror you were going through. Never could you have ever thought of ending up in this position with him. "Jayce! What the hell are you doing-?" "-Get away! I know what you are... you've been sent by him too, weren't you?" You let out a shriek when he swung the hammer at you, only giving you a fraction of a second to jump out of the way.

Falling onto your behind, you quickly crawled backward and away from him, tears welling up in your eyes. Your scream seemed to at least wake him up, though, as he finally lowered his weapon and blinked at you in surprise. "Fucks sake! What is wrong with you?" You yelled out, yet as fast as his face softened, it hardened again. "... Sorry... I need to leave." Quickly making his way past you, he only barely escaped your presence before you grabbed onto the fabric of his pants. "Why? Where are you going? Why can't you tell me anything?"

The look in his eyes made you shrink away. This wasn't your Jayce anymore. "... The future of everyone in Piltover hinges on me being there on time. Now, make yourself useful for once and get out of my way." Shaking you off harshly, he left you crying on the cold floor of the once lively laboratory, not once looking back.

》SILCO

When you first met Silco, you were both still leading simple lives in the last drop with his brother and all of your other friends in Zaun. The lanes were harsh and, at times, cruel, yet you fought through the agony of it all together. Years down the line later, you find yourself still reminiscing on those heavenly days, particularly those of your lover who had turned for the worst in the time being. And the question of why you didn't listen to Vander's warnings came to mind again then. Perhaps you were just too used to excusing everything his brother did, especially after he had attempted to drown him so horrifically, which left him permanently injured.

But even so... why didn't you just listen? Why did it take so many years for you to finally throw the towel and leave for good? Finally realise that the man you loved was a monster? A disgusting and evil monster who was willing to use the plight of others for his own gain. And for what? Money? Fame? Power? It was all an ego trip you had far more than enough of. Zaun was his playground, and an escape was impossible. You'd be, however damned if you didn't at least try to anyways. Even if just in Vander's honor as a long-awaited apology.

Pushing past the crowd in the stuffy, full Last drop, you finally reached his office upstairs. Not caring about formalities anymore, you knocked and opened the door without awaiting a reply. If death met you behind it, then so be it. "Ah, darling, in a hurry today, aren't you?" "We need to talk. Alone." Short and straight to the point. Raising a brow, he shared a look with Jinx, who was just done giving him his daily "medicine". Oh, how you hated your lover's dearest creation. Shimmer. The exact thing that had ruined your lives for good. But you pushed away your disdain for the task at hand.

Giving Jinx a dismissive wave of his hand, you waited for her to be gone for good before taking a breath to speak. But Silco beat you to it. Always so painfully perceptive. "The answer is no, if you're here asking to leave. I refuse to let you go, dear. You have no one else but me after all. You wouldn't survive on your own." He always underestimated you, so this wasn't an all to surprising response. And if you were just a couple of months younger, you would have maybe agreed and backed off. But you were sick of his games.

"I didn't come here to ask for permission, Silco. I'm here to say goodbye." The slightest, softest crack at the last word gave you away horribly. You certainly didn't expect your feelings for the man to betray you, but even that won't stop you now. Said man just hummed in response as he stood up to face the window. His hands calmly lit a cigar, very much unbothered. But you knew that your sentence had gotten to him anyway with how his hand shook ever so slightly. Out of anger, most likely.

"So you think you can do whatever you want? Leave after you've spent so many years at my side? Your hands aren't as clean as you think they are, darling. Even yours are a bright violet." A reference to the shimmer vials on his desk. He knew how much you hated it, so this felt like a jab. A jab at the deep guilt you felt every day for enabling the death of all of your friends indirectly. If only you had stopped him from the start... then maybe you wouldn't have to feel the dread that ruined you from the inside anymore.

"I've accepted my flaws and sins a long time ago. I may not be better than you... but sometimes, in order to end the cycle, you have to walk away and leave some things behind." You suddenly felt so content, his cold and terrible words not reaching you anymore. You were so close to leaving. So close to leaving Zaun and Piltover like you've always dreamed. But Silco just scoffed in disbelief.

"Hah, don't give me that self-righteous shit... I've been there for you for so many years, dear. I've taken care of you, fed you, and loved you to my best ability for so long. The least you could do is be grateful for my kindness." "So you think I'm a burden?" The silence was deafening, but it was enough to confirm your long-standing suspicions. He had lost his love for you a long time ago. Perhaps the side that loved you so purely drowned in the river with him.

"... Goodbye. I hope one day you can walk away too." You turned and began walking out then, suddenly realising that it's finally over. Shoving your hands into the pocket of your coat, you felt the ticket for the skyship you had to take. "Don't you dare leave. Don't you dare it-" All bark and no bite as usual. There was no stopping you now, and he knew it. He was letting you go after all. You could just hope that one day he'd listen to your words and end the cycle, too.

What a shame that you won't be there at his side to see it, however... maybe in another life then.

[wxxpingangxls]

be my baby

guys this is NOT proofread so please bare with me :((

turns out you'd have to wait to see if he could lay it down after all, because armin was not laying it down that night. it was like as soon as he finished eating you out, he switched from freaky nerd to just...nerd.

and now you were upset, like so upset.

you met armin at a campus party, and you had yet to find a roommate compatible for your needs. the dorms needs of course. you found him sitting there on the sofa instead of socialising. typical. anyway, he needed a place to stay, and you needed a roommate, it was a match made in heaven.

he was quiet at first, which was nice, you didn't mind it. but as the months went by, you found out that he had a lot of other assets.

he was funny, witty and well, smart.

but there were a few things that you definitely didn't know and that was how perverse armin was.

oh yes, remember how i mentioned him to be like a typical nerd? think robbie from victorious, or rory from my baby sitters a vampire. pathetic, whiny, little to no female touch. it was cute yes, duh, but you know sometimes it was exhausting.

it wasn't until armin came home one day, after going out, to show you his new accessory. a tongue piercing.

let's just say it started to make sense why you liked all the men you did as a little girl. i mean, seeing that new piercing made you feel things, think about all things you'd do to him. remember how i said sometimes you thought about sitting on his face?

look whose the perverted one now...

anyway, you should've known that armin had some fuck ass tricks up his sleeve.

i mean, you never would've expected that he could suck the soul of out your pussy. that didn't mean that whenever he was rambling on, you weren't staring at his long fingers. long and slender.

"we need to talk," you were stern.

"what about? did you miss another assignment? you need me to write you another essay?"

"no? tf? we need to talk about the other night,"

his face was flushed completely and he started fiddling with his fingers again. it was cute, watching him get so easily flustered. you walked closer, bringing a hand to his cheek. you rubbed his cheek, once, twice, just to calm him down. "...are you mad at me?" he whined.

"what? no, of course not," you huffed. at this point, armin wasn't looking at your face anymore. with those perked up nipples piercing through your tank top how could he? i mean seriously? the minute he saw you staggering towards him at the party he knew he couldn't let you go so easy. his mouth started to practically water, as he imagined suckling on your tart nipples, with another hand down your panties.

"hello? the lights are on but no ones home, are you okay?" armin's ears immediately perked up as he started sputtering some bullshit excuse.

"yeah yeah yeah, whatever i don't care, i just wanna know what else you can do," you grinned slyly.

"what?"

"you heard me," you giggled.

see, while armin was perverse, he wouldn't do anything immoral - to some extent of course. and he definately didn't masterbate to you behind you back. ahaha. but either way, for him this was a dream come true. like, when was the last time we've seen a nerd and a pretty girl? as i said, dream come true.

for both of you in fact.

like i said, match made in heaven.

that's all you could think about as armin's tongue wrapped itself around your nipple, slobbering all over your boob. his left hand was squeezing that boob almost as if he were a breast feeding baby. and as for his right hand? yeah, it was in your panties teasing at your clit. your hushed moans egged him on further as his teeth grazed your sensitive bud.

your boobs felt like water balloons filled with warm water in his cold hands. "armin, you're so good to me," you whispered as his fingers lowered towards your slick hole, before nudging themselves in. he could feel you squeeze around his fingers as he curled them upwards whilst simultaneously playing with your tits.

boy, was he greedy.

his thumb swirled at your clit as his fingers searched for your g-spot. you found yourself bucking your hips once again for more of that much needed friction. armin groaned into your chest as he kept cooing you towards your orgasm. he wanted you to soak his fingers with your juices so that he could suck them off. his mouth started to water even more just thinking about it. it was like some sort of craving he had. to feel you, to hear you and see you. it made him feel sooooo good. too good.

"armin, i'm so close," your trembling voice wavered as he gleamed. he found that spot that'll make you cream and scream.

chants of his name echoed throughout the room alongside with the squelching of your cunt. a part of you would be ashamed and embarrassed, but how could you when you were distracted. "fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk," you squealed as he kept going at your g-spot, never once stopping. you figured all the nights he stayed up hand-writing notes from class, made his hand so strong.

his slender fingers kept playing at your cunt as he moved his face up towards your own. you took the initiative - because for some reason men can't - and gave him a sloppy kiss. your pussy convulsed around his fingers, almost as if they were trying to push him out.

he finally pulled them out before bringing them up to his filthy mouth and swirling his pierced tongue around each individual digit.

"you ever had your dick sucked before?" you teased breathlessly as armin flushed.

"n...no?"

"wanna try it out?"

he looked up at you from his glasses, "i like your tits," he smiled foolishly. that's when you realised that he was not listening to a word you said. either way, he was gonna get his dick wet tonight.

[tttabii]

── 박종성 HERE ALL ALONG ; PARK JONG-SEONG

pairing୭ football captain! jay x dancer! reader

word count: 4331 ; jay is also in a band and plays the electric guitar, reader has a boyfriend, fluff. taesan and jaehyun from bnd mentioned.

YOU WERE THE STAR OF YOU SCHOOL'S dance team—graceful, confident, loved by every single person lucky enough to know your name. It wasn't just your talent that drew people in, but your essence. So naturally when Jay saw you first, at the pep rally, gliding across the gym floor like it was your stage, he was hooked.

He had it bad.

This man did not fall easily for anyone. Jay was the school's golden boy—guitar player, lead singer of a local band, football team captain, sharp jawline, quiet but devastating charm. He wasn't the type to crush easily, but something about you made him fall hard.

Then he found out you were dating Taesan.

Of course it was Taesan. Smooth talking, perfect hair, cocky basketball captain, with a small army of cheerleaders ready to jump whenever he said jump. Which made him loathe to see Taesan hang his arm around your waist, the way he'd press a kiss to your cheek so casually, like he didn't realize just how lucky he was.

Or maybe he did—which was what made Jay even angrier.

Jay had only confessed once. Just once. But you had sweetly said no, you already have a boyfriend. Which cut him deeper than he would ever let on. Who did he think he was? Just some guy with a guitar who had a crush bigger than his heart.

But what hurt more was that Jay remembered something, a conversation you had with Jake when things were still casual with you and Taesan. You had gone through a list of what your ideal type was—could sing, could play electric guitar, athletic but shy, a good cook, gentle but assertive, you had even laughed when you said "A guy who can kiss well wouldn't hurt either,".

Jake had told Jay all of that.

Jay was all of that.

And maybe you didn't know this then, but you were describing him, not Taesan.So he waited. He watched you from afar, and clenched his teeth every time Taesan kissed you. He could treat you better than he ever could. Love you better than he ever could.

It wasn't about popularity—he didn't need it. He just wanted you.

One day, Taesan brought you a coffee before practice. You smiled, thanked him, but the taste didn't sit right anymore. Recently you had been unable to stomach coffee. Not when you'd grown so fond of the comforting experience of oolong tea–that mysterious oolong tea that just sat on your desk every morning. You always wondered who it came from.

Until, one day, you noticed the little note tucked under the bottle: "From your secret admirer ;)"

You smiled to yourself, your heart fluttering just a little bit. You didn't know who it was from, but the feeling behind it was warm, considerate, and oddly familiar. You didn't think much of it—just a cute admirer wanting to make your day.

You had no idea it was Jay. And he was still willing to fight for your love.

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Another long evening at 1009 Studio, the mirrors fogged from the level of movement and intensity. You wiped the sweat from your forehead; your body still buzzing from the high of practice. The bass of the latest K-pop track still pulsing through your head as you threw your stuff into your bag and waved to a few dancers heading out.  

You swung open the studio door and stopped short—rain. Seriously, rain. Because this wasn't just rain; it was torrenting rain. The kind of rain that drenches the pavement in a matter of seconds. With a big sigh, you pulled your phone from your pocket and called the one person you were hoping would rescue you from being soaked.

"Taesan," you said when he picked up. "Can you get me?"

"My car is in the shop, babe. Can't you just grab a cab or something?"

You bit the inside of your cheek. "I forgot my wallet back at the dorm."

Silence. And then a distracted, "Sorry, I can't help right now," and the line went dead.

You frowned at your screen in disbelief before shoving it into your hoodie pocket—and sighed again. Of course. You considered running for it. It was going to be a pretty miserable walk. The dorms weren't super close—it was 5 minutes by car. But what else could you do?

Then, as if in a really cheesy twist of fate, someone called your name.

"Y/n?"

Turning your head, you saw a familiar figure walking toward you, an umbrella in one hand and a cold caramel frappuccino in the other.

Jay.

He looked surprised—but happy—to see you. "What are you doing out here?"

You let out a sheepish laugh, shifting your bag over your shoulder. "Practicing. I'm here most evenings."

Jay glanced at the rain behind you, and then back to you. "Do you need a ride?"

You shook your head politely. "It's fine, I'll figure it out-"

"It's pouring," he interrupted, stepping in closer, eyes gentle. "C'mon. I'll just drop you off. I'm not trying anything, I promise."

There was a kindness in his voice you weren't used to. Not the kind that some guys back at school use to impress you, though. You lingered for a second longer before nodding. "Okay. Thanks."

His car—a slick black BMW—was parked just around the corner. The inside smelled of cologne and rain, which was a pleasant change. The seats were soft and warm, especially compared to the cold leather in Taesan's flashy ride.

You sank into the passenger seat, and quietly buckled yourself in, still feeling a little strange. After all, you had recently rejected him, and here you were—wet and in need—and he was still offering solace. Jay drove in silence at first, the slight hum of the rain filled the space between you.  

You caught a glimpse of the caramel drink resting in the cupholder, and looked maybe a little too long. Your throat was parched, and now the mere thought of sweet was causing your mouth to slightly water.

Fortunately for you, Jay caught your gaze and smiled to himself."You want it?" he asked nonchalantly.

Your eyes widened. "No—I mean—uh, you already drank from it. I can't-"

"It's fine," he said, nudging it toward your side. "I don't mind."

There was something about the way he said it. Like he noticed you needed something and didn't think twice about offering it.You hesitated even longer before taking a small sip.

It was your favourite: exactly how you like it, sweet and smooth. You honestly hadn't realized how badly you needed something warm and familiar until that moment.

"...Thank you," you said quietly, meeting his eyes.

Jay glanced over at you, one hand on the wheel and a faint smile on his lips. "Anytime."

The following morning, your desk was no longer bare.

A beautifully wrapped caramel cookie—your favorite from the little bakery downtown—was plopped in the middle. Underneath, another note:"For the girl with the sweet tooth and softest smile. – Secret admirer ;)"

Your brows furrowed together. You looked around the room, but the early morning light streamed through mostly empty seats. Nobody seemed to be watching you, and no one was close enough to have just dropped it.This wasn't the first gift, and it was starting to get... personal.

Whoever it was, they had some knowledge about you. Your drink preferences, your favorite bakery. Things that you didn't exactly scream to the world.

You took a slow bite, savoring the cookie while letting your mind reluctantly drift to yesterday—to Jay. To how he held the umbrella just right to keep you dry. The way his voice had warmth, and the way his eyes softened when he told you it was okay to take the drink.

You blinked and shook your head, cheeks on fire.

No, you weren't cheating. You just shared a drink. There was nothing to it.But the more you thought about it, the more your chest ached.

Taesan didn't even bother looking. Didn't call a cab, not a friend's ride, nothing. Just dismissed you, and then literally left you there standing in the rain as if you weren't even worth it.And then Jay came—someone who didn't owe you anything for, but still arrived exactly when you needed someone the most.

You were still chewing on the cookie when the classroom door opened again. You looked up. Taesan.

He walked in like he owned the place, varsity jacket draped over what just looked like his shoulder. Although he was casually walking in; he was tense, and there was something sharp in his eyes as glared at the note, then the half-eaten cookie in your hand.

"You're actually going to eat that?" he said, voice low but stupid sharp.

You blinked. "What?"

"One of my buddies saw you getting in a car with Jay yesterday, Jaehyun. Said it was a black BMW remember? That's his car right?" His voice was growing sharper, and bitter. "What the hell, Y/N?"

You got out of your chair with your eyebrows scrunched. "I called you, but it was raining and I had no wallet, and you told me to figure it out. Jay was just around! He was just giving me a ride!"

"Right," laughed Taesan, moving in closer to you with his combination of concern and sarcasm. "The guy that confessed to you? The idiot you rejected, and he was just being nice? Come on, Y/N. Do you think I am stupid?"

A few of your classmates streamed in, stopping right in their tracks at the palpable tension between you both.You crossed your arms. "Maybe if you been there for me, it never would have happened."

"That guy is obviously just trying to get in your pants like every guy that's drooling over you."

You stared back at him, hurt. "What makes you better than them then? Huh? What if you're just trying to do the same thing, Taesan?"

Silence. That one question was like a jolt of lightning in the air, even enough for a few of them to be caught in the passenger seat walking to class. Someone in the back softly said something and caused a gasp from someone next to them.

His jaw clenched. "Baby, you know I'm not like them..." Except this time his tone wasn't freestyle warm. It was tired. It was defensive. It was weak.

You swallowed thickly. "Then maybe start acting like it."

Your words weren't yelled. You didn't need to raise your voice to make the room feel colder than it already was. The silence between you stretched out. Everyone around was quiet, eyes darting between you both.

And somewhere, just outside the classroom door, Sunghoon stood with his hands in his pockets, having just passed the cookie on Jay's behalf minutes earlier. He heard every word. And he couldn't wait to tell Jay the gossip.

When Taesan stormed out of the classroom, his shoulders tense with unspoken rage, all eyes slowly shifted to you. But you didn't even flinch.

You slid back into your seat, pulled your laptop back toward you, and took another measured bite of your cookie. The sweetness tasted like a cruel joke to the bitterness still churning in your chest.  

You could feel the weight of their scrutiny like needles. You lifted your head slowly, narrowed your eyes. "What? Never seen two people argue before?"  

That quieted them. 

It had a completely different tone, the tone you normally used to approach them. It was sharp, edged, cold. And that's what turned their eyes away. They were not used to that side of you—the one who didn't play nice. You took a deep breath and turned your attention back to your screen, trying to still your fingers which were shaking slightly.

The words on the keyboard morphed for a moment. Maybe it was frustration. Maybe because you were just exhausted-tired of everyone's idealization of you, to just be prodded and ripped apart for a misstep.  

Sunghoon practically sprinted across campus the second the break bell rang. Jake barely had time to open his energy drink before Sunghoon skidded to a stop in front of him and Jay, eyes wide.

"Dude. You're not going to believe what just happened."

Jay, who was just lounging on a lifted bench outside, raised his eyes from his phone. "What?"

"Y/n and Taesan. Huge fight. In class."

Jake raised an eyebrow. "For real?"

"For real," Sunghoon nodded. "Whole room heard it. They brought you up too, Jay. Apparently, Jaehyun snitched about your car."

Jay blinked. "Me?"

"Yeah, people are talking, like, crazy," Sunghoon added as he laboured to catch his breath.

"Football captain vs basketball captain, over the girl that everyone lowkey has a crush on." Jake whistled low. "Damn. I thought we would have a peaceful lunch break."

Jay didn't say anything for a moment, glanced down at his drink, his expression was unreadable. Sunghoon nudged him. "Come on man. You're her secret admirer. Cookies today, oolong tea the entire week, you're literally halfway from being the leading character in a campus drama."

Jay gave a small chuckle, as he shook his head slowly. "I'm not trying to steal her," he said plainly, his eyes calm, but the sincerity in his voice was striking. "But if things ever end with him... I just wanted her to know there is someone out there who treats her better."

When break finally came around, you had snapped. 

The whispers followed you like shadows. Girls who used to smile at you with fake sweetness were now watching you with smugness, as if hoping your relationship was falling apart so they could slide into Taesan's life.

The boys had given you space earlier, now they were hanging around a little bit longer in the hallways. Smirks. Flirty comments. Trying to create their own opportunity just because they heard that you had some kind of fight.

The worst part were the gossip vultures—those who didn't want either of you, but just lived for the chance to watch other people fall apart so they had juicy bits to share. You were done with it.

As you walked past a group of girls who were loud in their whispers by your locker, you didn't even hesitate. "Maybe you all can try focusing on your own love lives before worrying about mine. Oh wait—all you can worry about is that none of you have one." 

They all went silent, shocked. You didn't even turn your head. You were finished being the sweet girl for them to play with. 

You made your way to the cafe just off campus, needing a moment away from the stifling gossip and your own tumultuous thoughts. The jingle of the bell above the door rang softly as you stepped inside—and your gaze immediately went to them.

Jay, Sunghoon, and Jake were tucked in the back booth—the best light, the cozy window where you always sat. The three of them were talking, laughing quietly about something you didn't catch until you walked in, after which Jake effortlessly brought up football, and Jay reclined, glancing your way once then just as quickly looking away. Too quickly.

You made your way to the counter, got your drink, and paused for a moment before walking over. "Hey," you said, sounding more lighthearted than you felt, "is it ok if I sit here? This is sorta... my spot."

Sunghoon was the first to smile. "Would've been rude not to offer."

Jake adjusted and gave you a bit of space. "You're basically part of the team now," he teased.

You slid in beside Jay, your shoulder brushing his for just a second as you got settled. The air felt strangely calm around them—not charged or performative like it always did when you were with Taesan and his crowd.  

They were surprisingly funny, bouncing off each other with a rhythm that made you laugh without thinking. Sunghoon made dry comments under his breath, Jake was dramatic with everything, and Jay... Jay had this quiet wit, that low kind of sarcasm you didn't expect to enjoy so much.

But every once in a while, you would find Jay's stare lingering just a little longer. You weren't bothered. You knew about his crush—everyone basically did—but you weren't sure if he still had it. And to be honest, you didn't feel like figuring that out just yet.

You began to get into the conversation as the topics turned lighter. Jake mentioned dogs—of course he did—and Sunghoon jumped in with stories about his excessively spoiled French poodle, Gaeul.

Jake proudly looked for a picture of his golden retriever, Layla, and you couldn't help but grin as he got lost in the details like a proud dad. You got to chime in, too, about Wonie, your little Pomeranian, who acts like she's royalty.

"She essentially owns my apartment," you said, smiling. "She'll bark at me if I don't fluff her blanket exactly like she likes it."

Jay was just listening with a little grin, still pretty quiet, as usual. But he was totally engaged—his eyes darting around with interest, as if he were cataloging every single part of it. 

You can't deny it felt different. Talking about animals with Taesan was hardly a conversation. Taesan would roll his eyes, say things like, "Why waste my time on this?" or "You should go to this party instead."

 And yeah, Jay had a reputation too—he had that edge to him, that kind of bad boy charm people whispered about—but somehow... his attention didn't feel like a game.

Not the way it did with Taesan.

You were still in a fit of laughter on something Jake said when you caught Jay again looking at you from the corner of your eyes. It was not as intense, but it was still warm. Like Jay was slowly soaking up all your pieces.

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Things between you and Taesan had been dry for weeks now.

Hardly even a conversation. Hardly even a text. The most you got was a kiss on the cheek, and even that required him to remember to do it. Not even that.

Still—you made it to his game. You weren't sure why. Maybe it was habit. Maybe it was the hope of feeling as you used to. Jay was in the crowd too, a few rows below you, but he didn't say anything. You didn't say anything either. You clapped a bit when the game ended.

Taesan's team won. He celebrated like everything was normal, jumping and yelling with an arm over that girl best friend who he always said not to worry about. She was hugging him like it was a normal thing. You didn't wait for the team to come off the court.

You stood and left the bleachers while the crowd cheered you were over. Too loud. Too fake. You wanted to go back to your dorm and crawl into your bed.  

On the way out, you paused by the vending machine. You dug out a few coins from your coat pocket and, for no reason other than lack of thinking, pressed the button for oolong tea. You'D grown used to it. You didn't even drink it that much before—but now? Your dorm was filled with thermal bottles of it. Neatly left on your desk almost every morning. Whoever it was didn't care about money clearly, or boundaries.

And yeah, you might have had a good idea of who it was. Maybe Jay. But you weren't entirely positive.

He was next to you right as the bottle dropped into the tray. You didn't say anything right away. Just took it and leaned on the vending machine. "I knew I should've just stayed in tonight," you said quietly.

Jay didn't say anything. Just looked over at you. You were about to say something else when Jake came rushing over from the main building.

His face was off. "Yo. You guys—listen. I saw it."

You turned to him. "Saw what?"

"Taesan kissed her. The cheerleader. Full on. Right on the court."

You stared at him for a second. And then breathed out a little. "Right," you said. "Of course he did."

By that point, it wasn't even heartbreak. Just that quiet, numbing disappointment that you knew was coming. It still stung though. He couldn't have at least waited? But no. He had to make it loud. He had to make it... public.

Jay ran a hand through his hair, jaw tight. "He's dead."

"I'm over it," you lied. "I'm just tired."

Except Jay clearly wasn't over it.

Because the next morning, as you walked out of class with Jake, you saw Taesan standing by the hallway, waiting. Probably to explain. Probably to lie again.

And Jay was already heading toward him before you could say a word.

The second Taesan opened his mouth, Jay swung the first punch. Hard. Fist into Taesan's jaw. Taesan stumbled, and that's when he swung back.

Shit was chaotic in the hallway. People were backing up. A few were screaming. Others were recording. You stood frozen watching them throw punches, neither of them backing down. Jay was furious. You have never seen him like this, completely out of it.

Jay had Taesan on the floor, his jacket already off, black tank top already showing, flexing muscles with every shove he threw. You honestly didn't think he would hear you above everything. Until you grabbed his arm.

Instantly, Jay's body stopped moving. He looked at you; eyes wild, breathing fast. His face shifted. The aggression had evaporated like he suddenly forgot where he was. Who he was battling with. "Jay... stop," you said softly. 

Then Taesan, still on the ground, looked up and laughed. "Figures," he spat. "You're just a whore and a cheater."

You didn't flinch. "Says you," you shot back, voice sharp. "Who kissed the girl he told me NOT to worry about. In front of the whole damn court."  

"Come on. Let's go before I punch that guy too," you muttered under your breath, tugging at Jay's arm before things escalated even more.

He didn't even fight you, just pulled away from the crowd. The hallway was still buzzing, people whispering, head down as some stared at their phones like they already posted it. Most were on your side.

They witnessed the kiss. They saw Taesan act like he didn't have someone in the stands waiting on him. His reputation was literally blowing up—and it wasn't just among the students.

Word was spreading the basketball coach, who always had a weakness for you, said Taesan was done. Blacklisted. The team didn't want that kind of drama slowing them down.

Jay had a bruised hand. His knuckles were red and raw from the punches he threw, and you didn't notice until you stopped moving. "Give me that," you said, taking Jay's hand.

He blinked. "What?"

"Your hand, dummy."

You dragged him straight to the infirmary. Jake showed up halfway through, tossing Jay's bag onto the chair before shooting him a look like dumbass, I told you not to punch him but also I'm proud of you.

Inside the bag, tucked into the side pocket, was the same thermal bottle you kept waking up to on your desk.

You chuckled softly as you picked it up. "So it's you, huh? My secret admirer?"

Jay was sitting on the edge of the cot, still cooling from the fight, and as you looked up, caught him already checking you out. "You caught me," he said, his voice a little raspy.

You smiled at him, holding his hand as you cleaned up the cut on his cheek. Then, without thinking, you took his hand and placed it in your lap, as you took care of his bruised knuckles. His hand became still at the sudden warmth.

"Damn," he mumbled, looking down at your lap. "You really put my hand there, huh?"

"You were bleeding," you said, casually, trying to hide your smile. You could tell he was a little flustered.

His ears were slightly pink. "I guess I was a little blind," you said softly. "Clearly you were my type. Jake said so last night. He texted me. Said I ought to open my eyes."

Jay leaned his head back slightly. "So you finally listened to Jake for once?"

"Yeah. It just took one fight and some bruised knuckles."

Things changed after that. 

He started being around you more. He walked you to class. You sat by him, Sunghoon and Jake at lunch. Everything felt different—more calm, better. Like something was happening. You were healing.

He took you to this tiny dog café one weekend. You spent the whole time petting every dog that was in the café, petting them and ruffling their fur, making a super soft voice all the while saying "good boy." Jay just watched you as if you had him under a spell.

Every time you laughed, he felt the tightening in his chest.

"I'm falling," he whispered to Jake.

Jake looked at him and smirked. "Bro, you fell the moment you said you'll be making her oolong tea everyday."

After football practice one afternoon, you walked over to him just as he wiped the sweat off the back of his neck with a towel. He naturally looked up when he felt the approaching footsteps, and he smiled very little when he saw who was looking at him.

"You should have made your move on me before Taesan did, you know," you said.

Jay chuckled. "Maybe I'm just shy."

"Aww," you teased. "Didn't take you to be a shy guy."

"Shut up," he replied, tossing the towel from his other shoulder and lightly slinging it over his shoulder. "You should have opened your eyes and seen I was clearly your type. I could treat you so much better."

He flexed his bicep slightly as he said it. You flushed.

"Shut up," you muttered, turning away with a grin.

"Oh, I heard from Jake you like guys who can kiss well," he said casually, dropping his voice a bit. "And I'm right here, baby."

Jay leaned in, cupping your cheeks before pulling you into a slow, deliberate kiss. the kind that made your breath catch a little. Sunghoon let out a low whistle. Jake coughed, "Jesus—get a room."

Someone from the team yelled, "Okay lover boy, bag her already!"

You just smirked against his lips, kissing him again like you weren't planning to stop anytime soon.

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you are my favorite bad boy

masterlist

jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: you and jj are fighting at the chateau and you storm out of the house

angst, but a happy ending

a/n: we gotta add some angst in the mix, and i love it

You and JJ are standing in the chateau's living room facing each other. The atmosphere surrounding you resembles a loaded gun that is seconds away from going off. You can't remember the last time you were this pissed off.

"Why the fuck do you always have to do this JJ?" you yell out at him. He is in one of those moods when nothing is going right for him and he's itching to let it all out. Well, you can't stay unfazed either, his bad mood is affecting you too.

The Pogues made themselves scarce somewhere around the house, knowing to wait it out while you and JJ argue. You two don't fight that often, but when you do, oh boy, everybody better take cover. Both of you can be damn stubborn and short-fused when the situation calls for it.

"What? What the fuck do I do? JJ yells right back, aggressively running his fingers through his hair. You know him better than he knows himself at this point and you know what makes him throw caution to the wind and go looking for trouble. It's always either something to do with the kooks or fucking Luke. You swear you could kill that man for messing with JJ all the time.

"You always have to prove him right! Or them! Don't you see you're letting all of them win this way?" Your hair is swinging around your back, the wind from the open windows making it knotted and overstimulating you. Usually, you love the windy nights by the beach, but not this night and not like this.

There is a party at the Boneyard tonight that will be filled with drunk and high kooks, the perfect targets for JJ's fuse to blow out. Even though he may not say it to you outwardly, you know why he changed his mind about going to this party after you asked him to stay in and watch a movie with you.

"So what, I'm not allowed to go to a party without you anymore?" You watch him pace back and forth, the nervous energy bouncing off of him. Even though you know he doesn't mean it, even though he's only deflecting to try to mask his pain, there's no denying it hurts you.

"Oh my god, who the fuck said that? It's not about that at all and you fucking know it!" God, he is frustrating you to no end. Your eyes start to fill with angry tears, threatening to spill over. JJ knows you trust him and you know he trusts you, there has never been a single question about it in either of your minds.

You wipe at your eyes furiously and you hope he hurts too seeing you unravel like this. JJ tries to open his mouth, but you cut him off, not choosing your words carefully anymore. "I know you, JJ. I see you. You will go to that party and you will pick a fight with someone and you will feel even worse because you will prove Luke and the kooks right."

He freezes at your words and you know you hit the spot you were aiming for. You also know that he will go out and do whatever he wants anyway because that's just what he does. And you get it, you get his trauma and you love him anyway, but you can't lie that it doesn't hurt. It hurts seeing him lash out like an animal backed into a corner when all you want is for him to let you in completely and let himself be loved.

"Yeah, well, it's better you learn it sooner rather than later. I'm no good and I don't even know what you're doing with me." JJ wasn't yelling anymore and that was even worse. When that dejected tone started to color his voice, you know the walls are up again and there's not much you can do right now to bring them down.

"You know what, JJ? Go. Do whatever the fuck you want, as always. I'm done for tonight," you say, refusing to look him in the eye. All the fighting has drained you and all you feel right now is exhaustion. Storming past him, you can hear his groan, but you don't turn around.

Parked next to the Twinkie is your truck and you stand beside it, hand on the handle, waiting to see if JJ will follow you out. He doesn't. Feeling defeated, you get in the car and drive home.

JJ stands close to the bonfire at the party, staring out at the water. He is a few beers deep, but he doesn't feel like he hoped he would. The way you two left things made him uneasy and restless. He flexes his fists a couple of times, chasing that desire for fighting he had earlier.

It doesn't work. He doesn't want to be here. Not really. All he wants is to hold you in his arms and make it all right, but he's afraid he took it too far this time. Why did he always have to fuck everything up? It's like he thinks one thing and ends up saying something completely different, something hurtful that he doesn't really mean.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees John B approach him. He puts a hand on JJ's shoulder. "You need to talk to her."

JJ turns to face him. "You don't think I know that, man?" he says on an exhale. "I'm scared I'm gonna make it worse."

"Nah, JJ. Come on dude, she loves you and you love her." John B bends a little to look into JJ's eyes. "Right?"

JJ nods at his question, saying "so much. I can't imagine my life without her."

JB shakes his head, turning his gaze to the water now. "She's right, you know? You don't have to deflect. And you definitely shouldn't go proving the fuckers right."

"Ah fuck. I have to go. Gimme the keys, I'll pick you up later!" John B wordlessly hands him the keys to the Twinkie and JJ breaks into a run, trying to get to the van and start driving as quickly as possible.

You are hanging out in your backyard, laying in the hammock, your legs dangling off one side. There was no way you could go to sleep after the fight you and JJ had. Looking up at the stars, you hear something that sounds awfully like the Twinkie. The van's noises are unmistakable, especially on a quiet night like this one.

Jumping out of the hammock, you go to investigate, leaning over the fence separating you from the driveway. Sure enough, it was the Twinkie, and who was stepping out of it?

"Hi," JJ says.

"Hey," you reply, keeping your voice even, not letting emotion show.

JJ takes a few steps closer, beckoning you to meet him in the driveway. You sigh, but open the gate and come to him just the same.

You don't want to say anything first, leaving JJ to take the lead. He reaches out, takes one of your hands, and puts it over his heart, which is beating really hard.

"I'm sorry, angel." He takes the same hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing each finger, ending with his lips on your palm, holding them there for a few moments.

"You are right, you're always right. I wanna be better, baby," JJ says, leaning forward and resting his forehead against yours. "I'll be better."

He's still holding your hand in his and you interlace your fingers together. "I love you the way you are JJ, okay? I just want you to realize you are good enough. You are more than good enough." You press a gentle kiss to his lips, loving the softness of them.

"I'm so glad I found you," JJ says and brings you in a tight hug against his chest. "I'm so glad we found each other, baby," you say, rubbing soothing circles on his back. Both of you know that no matter how many dumb fights you have, you are not leaving and neither is JJ.

[hellfire--cult]

The Tongue Piercing

+18 just some Eddie thots, where your boyfriend has a surprise for you. (established relationship, fem!reader, not proofread, oral - f receiving)

a/n: i literally saw the picture in the middle and went... wait....

“Today is all about you baby.” Your boyfriend said lovingly as he laid you back down on the bed. You only smiled lovingly as your head hit the pillows, his body crawling on top of you.

It wasn't uncommon for Eddie to want to pleasure you first instead of you to him. So when you got on your knees he immediately pulled you back up. Now kissing you, you could only moan in delight as his tongue piercing played with your tongue, something that had driven you insane when you met him for the first time a year ago.

When he invited you over all giddy, you knew something might be up. He always became excited when he had either something to tell you, or something to show you, or something he bought for you. 

This time though, he didn’t. None of that happened, and the only reply you got was “I just missed you” with a smile on his face, dimples showing, and you were putty under his gaze in just a second, forgetting about it and not asking about it anymore. It seemed that was the case. He just missed you. 

When he had come up from behind you when you were about to put on a shirt of his to sleep in, you knew what was going to happen and you let out a breath of contentment when his mouth hit the crook of your neck and shoulder. It’s been a while since you two could have a moment on your own. You lived with your sister and he lived with Wayne. Whenever you could come over, Wayne was home, and whenever Eddie could come over, your sister was at your apartment.

Tonight, you finally found some time alone, and maybe that’s why Eddie was giddy when he called you. You weren’t going to complain, not when he was kissing you senseless into the bed. His ball piercing danced on your tongue, making you moan in delight as his hands ran all over your body that was covered in a lovely sun dress, the heat giving you the opportunity to wear those dresses that Eddie had bought you because he claimed you looked good in them.

You knew it was just for easy access, and again, you weren't complaining.

Seconds later, he was already laying on his stomach, face deep in your cunt, your panties stuffed inside his back pocket and his tongue was lapping at you like a starved animal. Your hands gripped the bed sheets underneath you as your back arched towards him, moaning his name after days of not being able to do so.

“Always so ready for me, so sweet.” He mumbled into you and Eddie was really into eating you out. You’ve never seen or heard of someone who simply loves eating pussy. He loves it. He came in his pants a few times while eating you out, his hips not being able to stop when rutting into the mattress. 

“Eddie, Eddie–” You knew he loved it when you repeated his name over and over, that it got him going and riled him up like never before. Your clit was flicked with the tip of his tongue a few times, before he pressed the ball of his tongue piercing against it, making you gasp with a smile on your lips. 

Then, he stopped, the slurping coming to a halt, his hands leaving your ass where they were gripping on tightly to hold you in place. You were breathing heavily, brows frowning deeply, as the coil in your belly started washing away. He got up from the bed as you held yourself up on your elbows, looking at his every move as the shake of your legs started fading. Did something happen? He never stopped before, which made you a little worried something was going on down there.

“Everything okay?” He walked to his desk and you saw him move a little, his hands towards his face as he nodded.

“Yeah, my piercing twisted a bit so I’m changing it.” You never heard that before, but you didn’t have a tongue piercing, so you wouldn’t know. He turned around with a smirk on his face as he walked back towards you, crawling to get back in the position he was in before.

“You sure you want–”

“Absolutely.” And you fell back as the tip of his tongue flicked your clit again, a smile on your face as the heat came back at full force. Then he pressed his tongue against you and–

That felt a little weird. You could feel his tongue piercing more than usual, as if it were big, but it couldn’t be, could it? No, that’s– A moan ripped out of your chest when whatever that was passed by your clit. You raised yourself up on your elbows again, a frown deep in your eyebrows as you stared down at him. He pulled away with a grin on his lips.

“What the hell is that?” At your question, he put his tongue out and you saw a thick pill sized tongue piercing sitting on the expanse of the muscle. You tilted your head, completely confused, never in your life having seen that kind of piercing before. He put his tongue back in his mouth so he could be able to talk to you.

“Thought of you when I saw it, princess.” With elbows on the mattress, tongue sticking out again, you saw how his hands went to grab onto the piercing, pinching it on each side and then a twist of both hands, as if he were closing it. You heard something coming from outside, a little buzz but you were focused on Eddie adjusting his new piercing. You saw him chuckle as his tongue moved from side to side, his hands falling to grab your hips once again, his head moving back down to your cunt, and–

Your eyes widened as you felt him press that damn fucking thing on your clit and fuck�� it’s a vibrator. It’s a small fucking tongue piercing vibrator. 

“Holy shit, Eddie!” You smiled as you let out shaky breaths, your back falling back down on the bed as your legs spread even wider for him. His tongue was licking over and over again, flicking your clit with the piercing, feeling the vibrations on it that were making you tremble slightly. 

“You like that, darling?” He asked and you could only muster a dumb ‘uh-huh’ as he resumed his work. His hips kept pressing against the mattress, his hard cock in his sweatpants getting the much needed friction as his tongue and lips kept moving magically on you.

His hands left your hips to be able to grip each side of your lips and spread you open, wide, your hole fluttering for him. You gasped as your hands gripped the sheets below you when you felt his tongue entering you and the vibrator made the sensation even more intense. 

“Oh– it feels so fucking good–” It felt like an electric shock, having him spoil you like this wasn’t new for Eddie. This was one of the many things he surprised you with, letting you discover more and more factors about yourself you never cared to explore before. He is always putting you first whenever it came to sex, and at first you had told him it’s his pleasure too, to which he responded, ‘Oh, honey… seeing your contorted face is the biggest foreplay for me.’

Your back arched off the bed when the coil in your belly grew and grew just like before. His piercing was everywhere, and you felt it on every nerve of your body. He must have been eating you for minutes, his fingers now part of the job, and your legs couldn’t help but start shaking, tensing up as you felt your orgasm creeping in.

“Oh, I can feel you clenching around my tongue, you gonna cum baby?” You nodded, your mouth open with no words or even sounds coming out of it. Just small breaths of delight. You flinched and whimpered when you felt a slap right on top of your clit. “Answer me.”

“Yes! Yes, please– Keep going, Eddie, please–” 

“Good fucking girl.” His tongue came back onto you, his fingers working inside of you, the squelching of your wet pussy being heard through the entire room. His tongue was pressed flat onto your clit, letting the vibrator work on it. Your hands flew to his head, gripping it tightly as your eyes slowly started to see stars. 

You couldn’t talk anymore, nonsense spouting out of your mouth, begging, his name, moans, whines, cries. You reached the edge and plummeted down, hard, your walls clenching around his fingers, your hands pushing his head into you as you cried out his name and your body shook all over. He moved his head side to side, the piercing flicking your clit over and over in a harsh and fast manner that was making your orgasm extend.

It might have been your most intense orgasm yet, feeling like it lasted for ages. Once your walls unclenched slowly, your body falling flat on the bed, you could finally open your eyes and breathe. It felt like an out of body experience. Like you weren’t in this fucking realm and Eddie was your god.

“Baby~” You heard his teasing voice and you knew he had a smile from ear to ear. You were breathing heavily, still staring at the ceiling as your body twitched in the aftershocks. He pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper and slowly climbed up to meet you. You could hear the vibration inside his mouth, his entire chin covered in your juices, making you clench around nothing again.

Insatiable.

“You– Where the fuck did you get that?” He chuckled, opening his mouth to twist one of the edges of the tongue piercing, turning it off. 

“Sex shop. Where else? I didn’t even know these existed.” You could hear a certain lisp happening, making you smile through your heavy breaths.

“Well… a great purchase. You can take it off now…” He tilted his head at your request, humming. His hands went to the hem of your dress that was bunched up on your waist, moving it up and up and up until your tits were uncovered for him. He got his hand back into his mouth and your eyes when you started hearing the vibration again.

“Don’t think so.” He smirked, giving you one single peck on your lips before you saw him going back down, a moan ripped out of your throat when you felt the vibration on your right nipple.

You two declared the piercing was a must from now on.

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look im just a girl with lots of thots and needs and i didn't know these fucking existed until recently. my mind went directly to eddie. he would.

[varpusvaras]

Jason always breathed better in the kitchen.

There had been a few rooms in the Manor that had been more or less his. His own room, the library, and the kitchen, at the top of the list. Everyone had quickly learned how much having his own room meant for him, and they had learned to knock and wait for his permission to come in, instead of just barging inside, with loud words and harsh hands. Even Dick respected the quietness of the library, and if Jason had been in there, reading, no one had dared to disturb him, at least most of the time.

Still, Jason's favorite place had been the kitchen.

Maybe because Bruce and Dick had been squarely banned from ever coming in, giving Jason a space to go to if he truly wanted to be left alone by them. Maybe because that was where Alfred was, and Alfred was always safe, with no reason or intention to lecture Jason or argue with him. Maybe because in the kitchen, with the cupboards and the fridge full, and a cup of tea always ready for him, no matter the time of day, Jason had felt like everything would be alright the most.

There was no Alfred in the Queen family kitchen, it was open for everyone in the house, and there was no tea.

Still, Jason felt a little better as he leaned against the counter and breathed.

He could still hear the others in the house, somewhere, and if Jason really concentrated, he could, for a moment, delude himself into thinking that if he just stayed in the kitchen, he would cease to exist for the rest of them for the time being.

Not that Jason...wanted them to forget him, but it was easier that way, just for a moment. In a moment, Jason would be able to come out of the kitchen, and the day would continue like normal, and Jason could again pretend that he belonged there.

Jason breathed in. Lian and Mia had baked snickerdoodles earlier, and the kitchen still smelled like warm sugar and cinnamon. Jason imagined that they would go great with tea. Everything went great with tea. There were teacups in a cabinet on one of the kitchen walls. They didn't have the same pattern as the ones Alfred always used. The ones in the Manor had a golden rim and a red ribbon around them, and Jason had always been terrified to touch them. The cups in the cabinet had teal flowers on them, and they looked like they hadn't been touched in a long time.

There wasn't an Alfred in this kitchen, after all.

God, Jason missed Alfred.

He missed the kitchen in the Manor, with Alfred in it, Alfred who would not lecture him or argue with him, Alfred who always had a cup of tea for him, no matter the time of the day.

If Jason could just magically appear in the kitchen and skip the rest of the Manor, he would go there in a blink of an eye.

But he could not.

So not kitchen with Alfred and tea in it for him.

Jason breathed. Warm sugar and cinnamon. Teacups with teal flowers. Voices somewhere in the house.

How much longer it would take, to him to not have this either?

They haven't kicked you out yet, a hopeful voice in his head told him. They haven't told Roy to not bring you with him, either. That has to mean something.

Bruce also offered Jason help, once, Jason reminded the voice. And that Jason had said no.

But you haven't said no yet, the voice pointed out. You haven't said no a single time Roy has asked you to come here with him.

No, Jason admitted. He hadn't.

But it didn't mean anything.

Sooner or later, they would realise that Jason was not one of them. That there was no place for him here.

Just like Jason had realised that he wasn't part of the family anymore.

They wouldn't, the hopeful voice said. Look, Roy is happy here, he can come here, despite-

No, Jason shut the voice down. Do not bring Roy into this. Roy was sick and hurting. Roy needed help. Nothing about it was Roy's fault. Don't you dare compare yourself to Roy ever again.

The voice understood what was good for it and stayed quiet.

Jason breathed. Warm sugard and cinnamon. Teacups with teal flowers. Voices somewhere in the house.

Jason, in the kitchen, desperate the follow the voices.

Jason breathed. Warm sugar and cinnamon. Teacups with teal flowers. Footsteps, coming towards the kitchen.

Jason snapped his head around, tearing his eyes of the cabinet with the teacups.

Oliver stepped into the kitchen.

"There you are", he said, like seeing Jason in the kitchen was something he had hoped for. "Dinah is taking pictures."

Jason could not decipher the way Oliver had said the latter words.

"Yeah?" He said. "Roy said so."

All the kids were in the house, and Dinah wanted to take pictures with them all in it, to update the photowall in the living room. Roy had jokingly complained about it when he had mentioned it to Jason earlier, in a way that made it clear that Roy didn't actually mind sitting down and posing for the camera with the others. That he actually liked it, having his picture taken with his family in said picture with him.

Roy had left to fetch Lian, in order to make sure that she would be presentable for said pictures, and that had been Jason's cue to leave. To find somewhere that would be just for him for the time being.

Of course, the kitchen here was not the same as the kitchen in the Manor. It was not a place just for Jason. Jason had known that.

Oliver raised his brow, and Jason felt, for a slip second, like he was fourteen again, standing in the Manor's kitchen instead of this one.

"Yeah?" Oliver said back to him. "Chop-chop, everybody's waiting. Lian wants to have more cookies, and Roy promised her those after dinner, and Dinah wants to take the pictures before that."

Jason blinked.

"Oh", he said, because his brain was suddenly empty, and he couldn't think of anything else to say.

Oliver looked at him for a few seconds longer. There was something softer in the way he looked at Jason, now, like Jason, standing in the kitchen by himself, was something to be given softness.

Then Oliver stepped closer, and threw an arm around Jason's shoulders, like it was the most normal thing of him to do, and he dragged Jason out of the kitchen.

Jason tried not to think too much about how good it felt.

Everybody was gathered in the music room, which Jason knew most of the pictures already on the wall were taken in. It wasn't used much for playing music anymore, and it had the best lighting during most of the day, as far as Jason had understood from the house tour he had gotten when he had visited the house for the first time. The couch, which usually sat against the wall nex to the window, had been dragged to the middle of the room.

Roy, Lian, Mia and Connor were already sitting down, with Dinah standing next to the camera, checking the settings on it. She paused when she heard Oliver and Jason coming in.

"And there's the rest of them", she said, giving Jason a quick smile. "Jason, sit next to Lian, so she's between you and Roy."

Lian grinned at that, and quickly scooted closer to Roy, and she patted the empty space next to her eagerly.

Jason nodded, a little numbly. Connor scooted closer to Mia as he made his way towards the couch, giving Jason more room to sit down, and he sat on the edge of the couch, resisting the urge to clench his fists.

Lian leaned lightly against him.

"Jayjay, come closer", she said, wrapping her hands around Jason's forearm and tugging. She had lately started calling him just Jay more often than Jayjay, like she had when she had been a bit younger, and Jason immediately relented. He shifted closer to her, situating himself a bit more properly onto the couch, instead of right on the edge of the seat.

There was weight again on his shoulders, where Oliver's arm had been the whole way from the kitchen to the music room. Roy had thrown his arm over Lian's head and onto Jason's shoulders, boxing him in with them.

It was grounding, the weight of Roy and Lian, both pressing against him, the presence of Connor and Mia just on the other side.

Jason breathed in.

He dared to look over at Dinah, who was still adjusting something on the camera.

"This would be much easier to do with a phone", Mia said.

"We can take more pictures with a phone later", Dinah said. "I want a good-quality one for the wall, especially since this is the first one with the whole family in it."

Jason blinked.

There was a lump of something, in his throat, and the breathed around it.

Roy tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and Jason turned to look at him.

Roy didn't say anything. He just looked at Jason, with a gentle smile on his face, the one he used every time he wanted to say that everything was alright without using any words.

Lian slid one of her hands into Jason's and wrapped her fingers around Jason's. She squeezed.

Jason squeezed back.

"Okay!" Dinah said. "Everybody look alive."

She and Oliver moved to the couch as well, with Dinah coming to stand next to Mia, while Oliver made his way behind the couch. Jason watched him pat Roy on the shoulder, and Roy hummed happily under his breath. It was a nice sound, and Jason savoured it.

Roy was looking at the camera, and Jason turned to look towards it as well. Roy squeezed his shoulders, and Jason felt him lean a little closer to him.

"Smile, Jaybird", Roy whispered, his own smile still evident in his voice.

Jason breathed. Roy's arm was a comfortable weight on his shoulders, Lian's hand the same in his hand, and in that moment, Jason could make himself truly believe that he belonged, right there.

Jason breathed, and smiled.

[slayfics]

Katsuki holds your hand.

1,100 words~

You adjusted to get more comfortable on the couch while the boys continued their conversation about today's training.

"If you ask me, we really showed what Class 1A can do today, that's all I'm saying," Denki said concluding his point.

"I agree everyone did their best today," Hanta said nodding.

Katsuki came into the common room and made his way over to join the conversation. He sat down at the furthest possible spot away from you on the couch. Even though you two had been in some type of undefined relationship for a while, he never showed any indication of it around others.

You rolled your eyes at his decision to sit so far away from you.

"Oh, hey Kacchan, we were just talking about how awesome everyone was in the training today. Especially me with my smart thinking~," Denki said with his usual sly smile.

"Tch- you're really thinking a lot of yourself after that aren't you?" Katsuki huffed out.

"Hey come on, you guys are always making fun of me for being dumb so- I gotta gloat my wins when I can, right?" Denki responded.

"Awe Kaminari~ we only make fun of you because that face you make when you fry your brain is so cute~," you said leaning over to pinch his cheek.

"Hey cut it out!" He exclaimed and swatted your hand away, a bright red blush illuminating his face.

Katsuki grunted and got up walking back to the elevator for the dorm rooms.

"You're leaving already?! You just got here man!" Eijiro called after him.

"Yeah, it's late," he said without turning around and continuing to walk to the elevators.

You jumped up and followed him to the elevator. The boys eyed you but didn't say anything and continued their conversation.

"The hell are you following me for?" Katsuki asked grumpily pressing the elevator button.

"No way you're going to bed, it's too early even for you," you observed.

The elevator opened and you both stepped in, "What do you care? Just go back," he spoke, waiting for you to exit, but instead you leaned over and pressed the button to his floor.

The elevator closed giving you both some privacy, "Why don't you just say you're jealous?" You asked bluntly, turning to Katsuki.

"HA?!" he exclaimed, turning to you, fury in his eyes.

"Come on you think that wasn't obvious? You got up as soon as I made that flirty comment at Kaminari," You challenged him.

The elevator opened up to his floor and Katsuki stormed out.

"Don't ignore me!" You yelled following after him.

Katsuki opened his dorm door and let out an annoyed huff of air when you slipped in under his arm.

"You can't run away from me you know," You declared. Katsuki angrily slammed his door and pulled your wrist up above your head, pinning you against the door. Any other person might have been afraid, but Katsuki's angry outbursts didn't faze you anymore.

His face was just inches away from yours and you could see the anger that flashed in his eyes ignited by his jealousy, "You know I fucking hate when you do that."

"Do what?" You asked, playing innocent as if you didn't intentionally flirt with Denki to piss him off.

"Don't play dumb with me," He growled. "You're so god damn flirty and it pisses me off, makes those extras think they have a chance with you. Especially dunce face, I hate the way he looks at you. Makes me want to explode the shit out of him. You're mine you know that!"

"Well- maybe they wouldn't look at me that way if they knew," You challenged him.

Katsuki let go of your wrist and stepped a few paces back from you, "I told you I'm not good at this shit." He said, crossing his arms.

"I'm not either Katsuki- but you sat the furthest away you could have from me down there-,"

"The fuck does that matter?? I was just sitting on the couch. Why the hell are you like that anyway? Do you like dunce face or something?" He asked.

You let out a sigh, "No of course not, I like you. I only did it because it pisses you off," You let out a small laugh. "I just want your attention that's all," you answered honestly.

"Tch- my attention? What a dumb ass way to go about it." He huffed.

"Told you, I'm not good at this stuff either. What if- I'll stop my playful comments if you make it obvious that there's... something between us," you proposed.

"Like what? You want me to hold your goddamn hand or something?" he asked.

Your eyes blinked wide. You were going to suggest just having him sit next to you on the couch next time- but this was much better.

"Yeah that's- that's good," you said trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. You didn't want Katsuki to see how much that actually meant to you.

"Fine, now get out, it actually is late now I gotta sleep," He grumbled.

You moved closer and placed a kiss on his cheek, "Sure thing Grandpa," you teased, and laughed as you left his room and made your way back to yours.

The following day, you sat in the common room around the usual couches the boys chose to hang out on.

"Man, today's lesson went way over my head, did any of you get it?" Eijiro asked looking distressed.

"Nope- Ectoplasm's lecture was impossible to follow," Denki said.

You were about to respond when you noticed Katsuki making his way to the couches. The boys continued their conversation while you eyed Katsuki, wondering if he'd stay true to his word. Katsuki silently sat next to you. Both hands tucked deep into his sweat pockets he looked away from the group.

"Bakugo, you're going to have to tutor all of us on the lesson today!" Eijiro exclaimed.

"Sure whatever-" Katsuki said still looking away from the group.

Eijiro looked at him curiously, wondering what was wrong, but decided not to push his friend and continued his conversation with Denki.

Without warning Katsuki pulled out his hand from his pocket and quickly grabbed yours, interlacing his fingers with yours. You looked down at your hands and then back up at him. He was still facing away from the group and his leg was bouncing up and down nervously.

Eijiro stopped mid-sentence at the sight.

"WHAT!?" Katsuki barked snapping his head to Eijiro.

"Nothing! Nothing!" Eijiro said quickly. He knew Katsuki well enough to know better than to make it a big deal.

The boys silently looked at each other and then back at you two stealing glances.

"If someone says a goddamn word I'm exploding them," Katsuki mumbled and turned to look away from the group again.

"So, anyway that lesson was awful," you said, encouraging the group to pick back up the conversation and not make a scene about Katsuki holding your hand.

"Yeah right-," Denki said and continued complaining about the rest of the day.

Katsuki gave your hand a slight squeeze, showing his appreciation.

Tags: @queenpiranhadon @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @i-heart-carlisle @derangedmango @matchat3a @bakugouswaif

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

i know you

eli moskowitz x reader... (y/n) is basically jess in gilmore girls.. ive been obsessed with cobra kai lately

"what the fuck are you doing?"

"excuse me?"

you don't think you have ever felt as angry as you have done today. finding out that one of your best friends, that you just so happened to be in love with, had changed completely as a person was one thing. finding out he tried to beat up the third member of your little trio was another.

so you did what you had to, you always felt the need to go out the way to protect eli and demetri. you didn't think it would end up being from each other.

approximately half an hour earlier:

"(y/n)." demetri's face flooded your screen, as you were sprawled across your bed. calls were usually a common thing between the two of you now eli was distant.

"demetri.. hey! you okay?" you respond, taking note of his face.

"no." he says, in a deadpan tone.

"umm why? what happened?"

"eli happened."

of course. ever since your best friend since age 6 joined cobra kai, he had felt like a whole new person. he even gave himself a new name for goodness sake! you and demetri both knew it wasn't the real him. you'd known him for too long. that being said - this new persona didn't stop him avoiding you both.

"what did.. what did he do?" you look into your phone camera, worry evident on your face.

"he tried to beat me up! i was at the mall with sam and robby.. and i went to the comic book store.. and he was there. wasn't happy with my yelp review and tried to fight me."

"what the hell." your eyes widen slightly. rage soaring through your veins. what was he playing at? putting on a front to show off to his friends. why didn't he remember who his real friends were?

"i know.. i just can't believe he would do it. we were friends with him!"

"i know.. are you sure you're okay?" you ask, concerned.

"i'm fine.. robby and sam helped fight them off it just.. caught me by surprise."

"i bet it did.. look i'll ring you later, okay? i just need to take care of something."

demetri knew you all too well.

"don't do something you'll regret." he says.

"i won't."

now here you were, shouting at someone that was supposed to be your best friend. the boy you have had a crush on for so many years.

"don't 'excuse me'. you know what you did." you scoff, walking closer to him. you had decided to wait until he had finished karate to talk, it seemed appropriate.

"oh yeah? and what's that?" eli looked at you, his tone cocky.

"you tried to beat up demetri! what are you doing?" you question, looking at him in disgust.

"he shouldn't have put up that yelp review." he scowls.

"oh who cares about a stupid review! he's supposed to be one of your best friends." you say, angrily.

"not anymore. i'm not friends with pussies."

"what the hell is your problem? what.. you gonna ditch us just because we don't want to beat people up like you do?" your voice raises slightly, causing eli's scowl to falter.

"I told you, i'm not friends with weak people." he says.

"are you kidding? seriously! who was the one that used to fight your bullies in elementary? me! who was your first friend? demetri!"

"we're not kids anymore. people change. friendships change. it's not my fault you guys aren't strong enough for this." eli says, looking away from you, his demeanour crumbling.

"you're not like that either. you're putting on an act!" you exclaim.

"an act? the fuck? this is me now, accept it." he shouts.

"what's going on with you?!"

"nothing.. im fine." he says, his eyes searching your face.

"i know you. i know you better than anyone! this isn't you."

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean! starting fights with demetri.. ditching us for those idiots.. being so violent. why are you being so violent?" you ask, looking him in the eye.

the pleading in your voice makes his face soften slightly. you always had a way of getting to him. i mean, of course you did, he'd always had a massive crush on you.

"just tell me what's up with you! i care about you. why are you being like this?" you beg.

eli struggles to get his words out. he wanted to reach out, he wanted to hug you. he wanted to go back to yours and watch doctor who with you and demetri. but he coudln't.

"you don't.. you don't know me anymore." he forces out.

your face falls and eli swears he could feel his heart break.

"fine. don't expect me to wait for you anymore." and with that you turn and walk away, a small part of you hoping he stops you.

he doesn't.

he wants to, he really does. but that's not him anymore.

he watches you walking off with a pained expression, knowing hes fucked up. he just can't bring himself to stop you.

[secretlysamcro]

#till it’s gone #question

Do you think Jax would have allowed and if so liked to get naughty pictures and videos from reader?

This thing you've got going with Jax, its deeper than you ever meant it to be. What started off as lust and secrecy has turned into something messier. Something heavier. You'd never say it out loud, not yet. And definetley not to him. But in your heart, you know the truth. On your side, this isn't just an affair anymore. This is...love.

It's been almost a year since you first met Jax at the diner. Almost a year since he had you pinned up against that dirty wall, fucking you so good it rewired something inside you.

You knew it was wrong, even then. He's got a wife, two boys, a whole life that doesn't belong to you, has no fucking room for you. But that didn't stop you, and it still doesn't. There's something about him, raw, dangerous and addictive that keeps pulling you back. No matter how much you tell yourself to walk away, to stop these secret little meetings, but you cant. Because all you crave is more. More of his hands. More of his voice. More of that fucked up, all consuming high that only he can give you. Not even just the sexual parts, the deep emotional parts that he lets you see, lets you in on.

You hated this part.

The waiting, the silence. The pretending you didn't care that he hadn't messaged you all day. That he could go hours, sometimes longer without acknowledging you, without checking in.

So you drank.

Not to forget him, not really. Just enough to dull the edge. Enough to stop wondering if he thought about you when he laid down next to her at night. Maybe it was the third drink that made you do it, or maybe it was the loneliness. But either way, you stopped over thinking.

You slipped your tee off, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. You keep the main light in your bedroom off, but the soft glow of your fairy lights stay on, casting just enough warmth across your skin.

You crawl onto your bed slowly, facing the mirror. You knew exactly how he liked you. On your knees, back arched deep, ass high like you were begging without saying a word. So that's exactly how you posed. One hand steadying yourself against the sheets, the other lifting your phone, getting the perfect angle.

You took the photo, no filter, no caption sent with it. Deep down, you knew it wasn't just for him. It was for you too. A quiet, dangerous 'fuck you' in the form of a nude, no words needed.

Because if he was going to ignore you all day, you'd give him something he couldn't ignore.

[Text thread y/n & Jax - Friday 21:34PM]

JAX: What the fuck are you doing You sent that and she's in the fucking room My phone lit up right in front of her ?

JAX: One second different and this whole thing would've been over

Y/N: kinda the point jax maybe if u fuckin remembered I existed I wouldn't have to do stupid shit

JAX: Dont do this you think this is how you get my attention think ur being smart?

Y/N: Dnt care im drunk and tired and sick of being ur fuckin secret

JAX: You need to shut your mouth before u say something you can't take back

Y/N: You gonna make me u

Y/N: u think im scared of you

JAX: what the fuck is wrong with you?

Y/N: u :)

JAX: Keep talkin like that You think this is all about u like I’m not hanging on by a fucking thread tryna keep this shit together ?

Y/N: no I think u go home to ur wife and kids and I sit here like a fuckin idiot thinking shit will change lol

JAX: I’m doing everything to keep this from blowin up. Protecting myself and you And this is what ur doing? textin me cause ur drunk and feel ignored ?

Y/N: I don’t need protecting what am I? a child??? I wanted u to give a fuck for once

JAX: ur fucking impossible y/n You knew what this was before it even started u don’t get to act like the victim now

Y/N: victim lmaoo r u fucking joking?

JAX: y/n do you not get that Tara could have seen that pic

Y/N: And???? you don’t give a fuck when ur cocks in me what’s the difference U didn’t even say if you liked it? Did I make you hard??

JAX: Im not doing this over text Meet me at the lot 30 mins

Y/N: no lol Too drunk to drive

JAX: I’ve got the van I’ll come get u

Y/N: No just come here and we can talk

JAX: Nah Dont wanna come inside

Y/N: Lmao heard that one before

JAX: Just be fucking ready when I pull up Leavin in 10

He deletes the entire thread. Every word. Every picture. Wipes it clean like it never happened. Like he didn’t just blow up on you for almost exposing every fucking thing.

He walks down the hallway, grabbing his kutte from the hook and slides it back on, snatching the van keys without hesitation.

“Where are you going?” Tara’s voice cuts through the quiet as she pokes her head out of the boys room, eyebrows creased.

“Club shit. Important” he says, so fucking cold. No pause, no eye contact. Just lies through his fucking teeth, already halfway out the door before she can ask anything else.

The whole drive to your place he’s pacing in his own head. Trying to figure out what the fuck he’s even doing, what he should say to you, what he shouldn’t. He knows this whole thing is wrong, every single part of it is absolutely fucked.

But these feelings he’s grown for you?

These deep, unshakeable feelings that dig under his skin?

They feel dangerously right.

And when you finally walk out of your apartment, slower than usual, your body still buzzing with alcohol but your eyes all fury. He doesn’t know what the fuck to say.

You climb into the passenger seat without saying a word. He drives, silent, tense. Every second dragging.

He pulls into the usual underground lot then cuts the engine. The silence hangs between you for a breath, until you speak up first.

“You ever gonna leave her?”

Till it’s gone pt 1 starts right here.

[maidragoste]

hey , si only 8 days till the first episode arrives sooooooo , will we blessed with new the queen and her husband content ? ;)

Hi anon, a day late but here you have new content of the Queen and her husbands, this time Aemond is not present in this but I still hope you like it 🥰🥰

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Prince Daeron snuggled deeper into his hiding place as he heard footsteps. He silently waited for whoever he had entered to leave. But then the long tablecloth that covered the table was lifted, revealing his parents crouching down.

“Is there a place for us?” His father asked with a smile and normally Daeron would have calmed down when he saw it but with the words of his grandmother and the maester still running through his head, he wanted to cry.

You and Aegon exchanged a worried look when you saw that your son only nodded with his lips in a straight line, nothing like your always happy baby.

The prince saw how his parents took the crown off their heads and then left them on the floor and got under the table with him. Father pulled the tablecloth again to hide the three of them from the rest of the world.

Daeron felt warm and loved with his body pressed between yours and Aegon's. He wanted to stay there forever, with father holding you two and your hands gently stroking his hair while you hummed his favorite song. But he knew that his parents couldn't stay hidden with him forever because you were king and queen and you two had many things to do and he also had to return to his lessons.

“Am I grounded?” he asked making you stop humming.

“Should we punish you?” Aegon asked instead making his son look at him confused.

“I ran away from my lessons,” the prince said, not understanding why neither you nor Aegon seemed upset or angry with him.

“We know, your grandmother and the maester told us,” you told him.

Both you and Aegon noticed how Daeron grew smaller at the mention of adults. You watched as your husband frowned and clenched his jaw. You had no idea what was going on in his head but it clearly wasn't a good thing.

“Did they do something to you?” he asked, surprising you and your son. But Aegon didn't mince words, if Alicent or that maester had dared to lay a hand on his son then his mother would return to her family home in Old Town and the maester would be Sunfyre's next meal. “. “Daeron if they did something to you you have to tell us.”

"They didn't do anything," the boy quickly said when he saw the serious look in his father's eyes. He didn't want his grandmother and the maester to get into trouble because of him. "It's just that," he fell silent, not being sure if he wanted to talk about what was distressing him. He didn't want to disappoint you two.

“You can tell us anything, little dragon,” you encouraged him when you saw that he seemed hesitant. “No one will be mad at you,” you assured him and kissed his forehead.

“They said I should do better in my lessons if I want to be a good king.”

Your heart broke as you heard your baby's trembling little voice. And Aegon felt his anger with his mother increase, it had not been enough for him to make him feel inadequate for most of his life and now he made his son feel bad too.

But any anger was forgotten with Daeron's next words.

“But I don't want to be king because if I'm king then it means mother and you aren't with me anymore!” He shouted before bursting into tears and Aegon rushed to pick him up and lift him onto his lap. Daeron's hands quickly latch onto his father's neck as he begins to rock his body from side to side like he did when Daeron was a baby.

You watch with a heavy heart and without knowing what to do. You weren't prepared for this conversation. You can't lie to your son and tell him that the two of you would never leave his side because neither of you is immortal. But you don't want to stay silent either. You want to comfort your baby and make his anguish disappear.

“My little dragon, you don't have to worry about that yet,” you began to speak while you gently wiped the tears from his cheeks. "Your father and I will live for many years, so long that we will start to bother you and you will want us to leave you alone."

“It's a lie, I'll always need you,” he said, making Aegon laugh and earning a kiss on the forehead from her.

“I'm going to tell you a secret but you have to promise not to tell anyone,” you said as you raised your little finger and your son soon intertwined his own finger with yours, looking at you with his violet eyes full of curiosity.

“Won't you make Father promise too?” He asked when he saw that you didn't extend your pinky to Aegon.

“No, because he has known for a long time and never told anyone,” you responded, making your husband smile and you leaned in to steal a short kiss, making the prince complain. “Someone’s anxious,” you scoffed.

“Mother, I want to know!”

“Do you remember your uncles Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey?” Your son nodded repeatedly, excited because you didn't usually talk about your brothers as much as Uncle Egg, and Aegon made sure to put one of his hands on Daeron's head to prevent him from hitting the table.” Well, when I miss them a lot they usually come to see me in my dreams. So when you miss us or need us you can look for us in your dreams.”

“And you are always going to come?” Daeron asked anxiously.

“We can't promise that but we'll try,” your husband answered for you when he saw that you weren't sure what to say.

“I hope you make an effort or I will get angry with you,” the prince warned, crossing his arms, but instead of intimidating you, he made you two smile.

“It seems fair to us” You kissed his cheek and Daeron smiled.

“Now stop worrying and go find your brothers to play,” your husband said as he carefully lowered Daeron off of him.

“But my lessons”

“I ran away from my lessons all the time and I'm still a good king, right?”

“Aegon, don't give him any ideas,” you patted him on the back but your husband could see that you weren't seriously reprimanding him or that you were upset by how you were holding back a smile. After all, he sometimes sneaked out of his lessons to be with you. He still remembered how Alicent scolded him when she found him in the gardens with you but he didn't care because in the end, you had made him a pretty flower crown, if it were up to him he would have worn it until the flowers had withered but he could barely use it for two days when his mother forbade him to continue wearing it because he was not acting like a prince. “Today is an exception but then you have to continue attending your lessons with the maester and pay attention,” you said, bringing your husband back to the present.

“If I have to study more then I don't want to be king” the boy complained.

“Being king sounds tough, right?” Aegon sighed dramatically. "But don't worry, your mom and I will take care of everything so when your turn comes you won't have a lot of work to do,” he assured his son as he ruffled Daeron's hair. “Now go to play.”

Daeron smiled and kissed each of them on the cheek.

“I love you,” he said before quickly leaving under the table feeling much better.

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[s0lairee]

still nocturnal

fooliverse!vincent in honor of erik bringing that wonderful, life changing, amazing universe back again! i giggled the entire time i drew this. uhh more rambles under the cut (and these are actually sorta coherent i swear-)

OKAY so we know how fooliverse works: one to two major trait(s) of a character, reversed. flirty incubus gav becomes softspoken incubus gav. fiesty werewolf milo becomes fiesty vampire milo. so on and so forth.

originally, i did exactly that: werewolf vincent with the same flirty charm, or tired and impassive vampire vincent. 

then i considered flipping both his major traits (aka flirty and vampire). and instead of a milo situation (wolf to vampire), i considered sort of an anton situation?? by which i mean i wanted non-vampire vin. maybe unempowered, Normal Guy™️. maybe informed unempowered, dating one electro energetic... or! maybe still empowered just not a vampire, maybe professor at damn. blank, stern, austere vin with glasses and pressed shirts. little thermos with coffee (and nyquil) (and redbull) (no one knows how he's alive still). fool!vin (probably magicborn) on a professor's paycheck doing his taxes or whatever, teaching night classes for the vamps, with just slightly sharp canines that he lives with.

i rolled the idea of tired, impassive, werewolf vincent around too. he'd be a real homebody... very much not a stereotypical werewolf - maybe he still has the vampiric bougie-ness and appreciation for finer details, tbh. still the same nocturnal boi we know and love, but with more vulnerability to a real good headpat. sometimes his partner comes home to a whole wolf napping on the couch. i like the idea of him having vampire fangs tattooed somewhere as a result of being a spunky kid trying to “rebel against the system” while not knowing that werewolves and vampires were (...mostly) allies in dahlia. now he's mellow and grown out of that though, but the tattoo remains.

i did consider alpha!vin specifically but 1) i don't think he could do that and 2) i think he has had enough with positions of power tbh give my mans a break

but then i felt like both ideas had gone a little too far from prime!vincent to the point where he wasn't recognizable anymore. so i decided to stick to flipping maybe one trait.

flirty unempowered dude? that's just pre-turning vin. nothing fooliverse about it, i'd be crying (i'm the april fool, guys). flirty empowered? 🙂‍↕️👂 love that too, pretty classic. flirty unempowered? also classic!

but i'm not picky. know that if we ever get a fool!vin you will either hear from me extensively, or never hear from me at all. 

so my ideal fool!vin would be a milo greer-rebane situation, where we get a last name drop with a flirty werewolf. mostly bc i think it’s funny as hell watching younger vin go “ay wait up”, meticulously remove all of his piercings, jewelry and multiple layers, then shift (till he learns about Not Needing To Do That). also because i imagined spunky, younger, rowdy vin, early 2000s, still sticking around amusement parks and still ALIVE. what if what if what if...

i lourv this man