#I’ve been brainrotting over this nonstop

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STARSWORD PRIME

STARSWORD PRIMEEE

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— [🪐] ·˚ ༘ ✎ 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐚. 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: it’s no secret that most people see armin as a sweet, innocent little thing. i mean, how couldn’t you? his sweeter than honey smile, bright blue eyes, and gentle voice pulls everyone in! however, what happens when you end up finding out that little mr. perfect isn’t as nice as everyone thinks he is?

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 :: fem bodied reader, porn with a plot (kinda), manipulative!armin, jealous!armin, pervy!armin, mean!armin, ooc!armin, swearing, dark content as armin is kinda manipulative, armin sorta shames you for what you wear at one point, nsfw themes - armin jacking off to you, oral (female receiving), breeding kink, slight choking, light dacryphilia (armin likes seeing you cry), fingering, virgin reader, overstim, pet names/endearing terms (honey, baby, sweet girl, etc.), slight dumbification. all characters are aged up & are in college. if i missed anything just let me know!

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: this is my first time ever writing something like this so if it sucks i’m so sorry 😭. i really hope it makes sense.. i feel like the plot just kinda fell apart but oh well. i’ve just been having extreme brainrot for armin. big thanks to my friend @oyusumi​ for beta reading like.. half of this and inspiring me to finally post.

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𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥

your head moved back and forth to the music playing through your headphones as you looked through your notes in the notebook in front of you. you had been studying nonstop for the upcoming german test, however, it seemed like all your studying was futile. you still couldn’t understand how to pronounce, nor spell, certain words. it was just getting frustrating because it seemed that no matter how hard you tried, you still just couldn’t get it.

letting out a groan, you ripped your headphones out of your ears and started packing your notes up. you needed to get out of the library. this studying was starting to drive you nuts. as you were packing, you heard someone’s voice behind you. turning, you saw your friend eren. “oh, hey eren.” you smiled as you shoved the last notebook in your bag. 

“hey. you looked frustrated. do you need help with anything?” many people pegged eren as the stupid type who didn’t do his homework and was passing school by the skin of his teeth, which was ironic, because he was a great student. he practically had straight a’s with the occasional b+. “oh no, don’t worry about it. i was just getting frustrated while studying for the german test.” you shrugged as you swung your backpack over your shoulder and grabbed your phone.

“oh, here! let me help you,” eren sat down in the empty seat and looked at you. “well, come on.” giving him a hesitant glance, you sighed. “are you sure? i don’t want to be a bother..” he nodded and you couldn’t help but smile. “fine.” setting your bag down, you unzipped it and grabbed the notebook you were previously looking at.

unknowingly to the both of you, a certain blonde was watching you two out of the corner of his eye. he couldn’t stop the anger building inside of him. it should of been him helping you, not eren. armin was the brightest kid in school, no doubt. he was a straight a+ student who had a 4.0 gpa. sure, he spent most of his days studying, but it showed as almost every teacher favored him and wished every student was as bright as he was. 

the sound of your laughter pulled armin from his thoughts. he looked up and saw your head resting against eren’s shoulder as you laughed at something he said. gripping his pencil tightly, he looked at the blank white paper, lined with blue stripes, in front of him. he just couldn’t think. couldn’t focus. not when you entered his mind.

armin was obsessed with you.

plain and simple. there was no other way to explain it. to others, and even you, his gestures were sweet. he was a true gentleman. he held doors open for you, walked you to your next class at the expense of being late to his own, gave you his notes if you missed something, and would even offered you his jacket if certain classrooms were too cold for you.

day after day, you never left armin’s thoughts. you were always on his mind, in more ways than one. what seems like a harmless crush continued to grow and grow until it turned into a deep infatuation with you. many would call this unhealthy, but to armin, it was perfectly fine. in his eyes, how couldn’t he be obsessed with you? everything you did was just perfect.

“armin? hey, armin!” shaking his head, armin looked up and saw eren. “you okay? i’ve been calling your name for a few minutes now.” eren chuckled and sat down next to his friend. “oh? yeah, i’m fine. just spaced out.” armin responded, adding a fake laugh at the end to sound more believable. he continued to speak with eren, growing tired of the small talk. he made up an excuse so he could leave and eren nodded. “mhm, see you later.”

getting up, armin headed towards the door of the library. something on the table that you had been sitting at caught his eye. stopping and looking, he saw your phone. he glanced around and made sure no one was looking before pocketing it and heading out. 

once armin entered his room, he threw his bag to the side and immediately started examining your phone. hitting the power button, your lock screen lit up his face. it was a picture of you, armin, mikasa, and eren. he couldn’t stop the smile that toyed at the edge of his lips at the thought of you seeing his face every time you opened your phone.

he swiped up and the phone asked for a passcode. chuckling, he easily typed in the six-digit code to unlock your phone. he had seen you type the passcode in when you sat beside him at lunch one day. your face id hadn’t been working and you made a comment about nearly forgetting your passcode because you always used your face id.

the second he was in, he paused. this was wrong. he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. he needed to see what was on your phone. he needed to know that you were safe. clicking on your messages, he noticed that his conversation was pinned. his heart swelled at the thought. you had his conversation pinned. along with his, you had eren, mikasa, and the group chat all 4 of you shared pinned.

after he finished smiling about the fact that his conversation was pinned, he started reading your other messages. most of your conversations were, in his opinion, stupid. you mainly texted sasha about different recipes you had made or how she was doing on homework. your conversations with connie were basically him inappropriately flirting with you (which made armin quite upset) or telling stupid jokes back and forth. he occasionally asked you for answers to homework, which didn’t shock armin one bit. jean’s texts with you were dry and dull, nothing interesting there. 

the conversations that caught his eye were your texts with mikasa and eren. since they were your good friends, you, of course, had more interesting messages with them. eren’s texts with you were mostly about hanging out and how you two were feeling. armin couldn’t help but feel a spike of jealousy. you never texted him about your feelings, so why did you go to eren? had he not proven that he was trustworthy enough? what made armin see red was the pictures eren had been sending you. shirtless pictures, him at the gym, pictures where his pants were hanging dangerously low on his hips. he was disgusted as he scrolled through the texts. you had told him more than once that you weren’t interested, so why wasn’t eren getting the fucking hint?

having enough of eren, he went to your conversation with mikasa. he felt himself calm down as he read your texts with her. you mainly talked about your struggles with certain classes (which armin made note of so he could help you later) and your feelings. he didn’t mind you talking to mikasa about your feelings because he knew that mikasa was very important to you and would offer you good advice. 

just when he was about to be done snooping through your messages, he saw his name. scrolling up a little further, he couldn’t help but read what you said about him. his eyes quickly scanned the words, the smile on his face growing wider and wider with each passing second.

you had a crush on him?

he continued to stare at your messages with mikasa, not being able to pull his eyes away from that simple message. you, a beautiful, ethereal angel, had a crush on him? it was almost like a dream come true. armin even pinched himself a few times just to make sure he was seeing this correctly. 

shaking his head, he finally swiped up and exited your messages. he scrolled through the pages on your phone, admiring your phone theme. he remembered you ranting about how long it took you to make it look as nice as it did. he looked through all your apps, less than impressed with some of them. why the heck did you need so many apps?

just as he was about to finish his snooping and call it a day, his mind wandered to your photos. should he? scrolling over to the photo icon on your homescreen, his finger hovered over it. he knew this was wrong but.. fuck it. he already had your phone, so why not? clicking the icon, he was immediately met with all your photos. 

he gulped and regained his composure before starting to look through them. a lot of your photos were of your pets. of course they were though, you loved your pets. you had some pictures of different drinks or foods you got to have. different places you’ve visited. lots and lots of photos of you and your friends. swiping out of your camera roll, he looked at all your albums. you had.. a lot.

pets 

yummy things

fun places

friends

the album that made him smile was called “armin.” he had his own album in your phone? clicking on it, it asked for face id, much to armin’s surprise. you could lock photo albums? it obviously denied him every time he tried to use his face. he was starting to grow frustrated before it asked to enter the passcode. smiling, he typed in the code. bingo. 

the album opened up and revealed all the photos of you and armin and just armin, which gave him a satisfied smirk. eren didn’t have an album all to himself. he had finally managed to one-up eren. 

he scrolled through the hundreds of photos, smiling and laughing at a few. he could recall almost every moment that had been frozen in time in these pictures. his favorite photo was the one where you were kissing his cheek. you two happened to be underneath some mistletoe that sasha had hung in a doorway. being teased by all your friends, you kissed his cheek while historia unknowingly took a picture. 

his cheeks were flushed at the memory of your soft, warm lips against his skin. swiping out of that album, he saw one last one, hidden far behind the other albums. it was titled “n/a,” which he found odd. n/a meant not available or not applicable, which made no sense. those pictures were obviously available, so why put them in a folder entitled otherwise? clicking on it, he realized that this too was locked. sighing, he continued to be denied because of face id before being able to punch in the passcode.

when the album opened up, he jumped and turned red. this album was full of pictures of.. of you. however, not just any pictures, risky pictures. in some pictures you were in nothing but a bra and underwear. in other photos you used your hair to cover your (obviously) bare chest. he continued to scroll through these photos, his cheeks becoming embarrassingly warm. he couldn’t deny that he was extremely turned on. 

it wasn’t long before his pants felt uncomfortably tight. unbuckling his belt, he slowly pulled his jeans down to his knees and slipped his hand into his underwear, feeling how hard he was. “oh shit..” he mumbled before slipping his underwear down as well, allowing his cock to spring free.

gently rubbing his thumb over the tip, he let out a small gasp. “mmm, fuck!” he whined. he continued to use his thumb to spread pre-cum all over his tip and down the rest of his length. he couldn’t help it, it just felt so good. as he did this, armin let his thoughts wander. he imagined it was you. you sitting on your knees in front of him, teasing him with your fingers. your mouth. your tongue. 

with a quiet moan of your name, he started rubbing himself due to how uncomfortably hard he was. “oh.. oh please..” he squeezed his eyes shut as he continued to imagine you pleasuring him. bucking his hips into his fist, his moans continued to rise in volume. his cheeks were flushed as his mouth hung open ever so slightly. his pace became more and more erratic the more he pumped his length. 

opening his eyes, he clicked on a random picture in the photo album. it just happened to be a picture of you squeezing your boobs together, revealing your cleavage. it wasn’t long before he felt his stomach tighten. “m-m’ gonna cum!” he cried out, even though no one could hear him. loud whines left his soft pink lips as white ropes painted his stomach. “oh, please,” he whimpered as he slowly came down from his high. armin rubbed his sensitive tip with thumb and looked down at his stomach, watching it rise and fall with his breathing. although armin didn’t work out as frequently as eren did, he still had a decently chiseled chest and well-defined abs. a few strands of cum dripped down his abs towards his v-line.

he frowned as he looked at the picture on the phone screen. he wished he could have came on your chest, or inside of you, instead of his stomach, but for now, it would have to do. armin glanced at your phone screen one last time before he shut it off, watching as the screen turned black. he pulled his pants up before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. when he felt his feet hit the cold tile, he flipped the light switch on before heading towards his shower. he listened to the water thunder against the plastered shower floor before starting to disrobe.

once he had rid himself of all his clothes, he opened the shower door and stepped in. the warm water immediately welcomed him like a hug, which armin was grateful for. running his hands through his hair, he felt his once tense muscles start to finally relax. he knew that once he got out of the shower, he’d have a little more fun with your phone before returning it to you the next morning. 

you had spent the whole rest of the night and some of the morning worrying about your phone. “shit, shit, shit!” you cried as you tore your room apart for the umpteenth time. “where is it?!” it honestly looked like a tornado had hit your room. clothes were thrown everywhere, blankets askew, pillows piled up in a random corner, it looked like a royal trainwreck, that was for sure.

sitting on your bed, you buried your head in your hands and groaned. “FUCK!” you growled angrily. how could you have been so stupid? you could have swore you had your phone when you left.. wait. looking up and blinking, you let out yet another groan. you never grabbed your phone off the table once eren sat down. in an attempt to let out some anger, you grabbed the nearest stuffed animal and chucked it at the wall. you listened to it hit the wall before watching it fall to the ground. 

you continued to wallow in anger for a bit before deciding to get up and get ready for school. maybe it was still on the table. you highly doubted it, but you never knew, or, maybe eren grabbed it. as you came up with scenarios in your head, your tension started to ease a little bit.

as you finished putting your stuff in your locker, you saw your good friend armin walk up to you. “oh, hey armin!” you flashed him a bright smile, watching as his pale cheeks turned pink. “hi. uhm, i just wanted to uh, give this to you,” armin reached into his pocket and pulled your phone out. he held it out to you, a soft smile gracing his delicate features. “i thought you might want it back.”

you couldn’t help but laugh a little before taking it. “i’ve been looking for this everywhere! thank you, thank you, thank you!” you squealed. you quickly shut your locker door before giving him a big hug. he stiffened at first, but quickly melted into your embrace. armin loved your hugs. he loved your touch. he loved you.

“where was it?!” you asked as you pulled away. armin wished the hug would have lasted longer, but he didn’t complain. “oh, it was on the table you were studying at. i saw it when i went to leave. i charged it for you.” he flashed you a smile, revealing his perfect white teeth. now it was your turn to blush. you never understood how someone could be so.. so perfect. 

“i really, really appreciate that armin. you’re too sweet.” his heart felt warm and fuzzy at your compliment, however, in the back of his mind, worry consumed him. would you still think he was sweet if you figured out he had managed to share your hidden album with himself? would you still find him sweet if you knew he downloaded all your pictures to his computer hard drive so he could fuck his fist every night to it?

the sound of the bell ringing pulled him from his worry-ridden thoughts. shaking his head, he watched as you adjusted the books in your arms. “i’ll walk you to your first class.” his blonde hair covered his forehead and reached down to his eyes. “such a gentleman.” you laughed before starting to walk away. 

a few weeks had passed since armin had snooped through your phone. since then, he managed to grow closer to you, which led to you inviting him over more frequently, which in turn, made his obsession grow more and more. there were times where you left him at your place while you went and got take out food or some coffee from your favorite shared café. little did you know that he used this time to snoop through your room. he managed to find your diary, which he would read before carefully placing it back where it was. other times he would look through your dresser, staring at all your lingerie sets. oh how he wished he could just rip them off of your body, leaving pretty red marks on your oh so delicate skin. his mouth always salivated at the thought.

his most recent infatuation was giving you his hoodies. not only were they oversized on you (which he found incredibly adorable and hot at the same time), whenever you returned them they smelled like you, which drove him crazy. your scent was so incredibly intoxicating to him. to armin, your scent was a mixture of strawberries, lemon, and lavender. it wasn’t long before he became addicted. 

night after night he would buck his hips into his fist while wearing the hoodies that smelled like you. he would stare at your pictures, chanting your name like a mantra while he came all over his hand. he would go two or three rounds, falling asleep with his hand covered in his cum. 

“hey armin, can you come here for a second?” the two of you had been doing homework for the past few hours. you were wearing shorts that were way too short for you and one of armin’s hoodies that he had so graciously let you borrow. “of course, give me one second,” he quickly finished writing something down before getting up and coming to sit on the couch with you. “what’s up?”

you moved closer to him, causing a small blush to appear on armin’s cheeks. “well, i’m having trouble with this math problem. i was wondering if you could help me?” the way you looked at him through your lashes, armin could have swore he about creamed his pants right then and there. “oh uhm, uh sure!” he stuttered.

you leaned down and grabbed your textbook before setting it in his lap, allowing your hand to linger on his thigh a little longer before pulling it away. armin could have swore that you were trying to give him a heart attack. every part of his body felt like it was on fire. he was just. so. warm.

“so, where do i start?” your voice pulled him from his thoughts. shaking his head, he looked at the book. for some reason, nothing was registering to him. his eyes saw the ink on the page, but his brain couldn’t understand what it was asking. “you start with.. with..” every time armin spoke, his voice just trailed off. “armin, are you feeling alright?” he felt your palm on his forehead, sending yet another wave of heat coursing through him. “yes! i’m just fine..” he carefully grabbed your hand and put it on his thigh.

he couldn’t deny the tent in his pants, but he was praying you wouldn’t notice. “fuck.. i’m so attracted to you.” he mumbled under his breath. “what did you sa-,” within a second he had picked you up and set you in his lap, forcing you to look at him. “a-armin?!” you were taken aback by his sudden actions, but you weren’t gonna lie, you were slightly turned on. 

“how long are you gonna play stupid, huh?” he grunted. shaking your head, you just looked at him. “what do you mean?” confusion swarmed your brain. play stupid? how were you playing stupid? how did you even get to this point? all you wanted was help with a simple math problem! 

“what do you mean,” he mocked. “seriously? don’t fuck with me,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “how long were you gonna sit here and fucking tease me? don’t think i didn’t notice your outfit. those shorts that are obviously too fucking short for you. your ass is practically hanging out of them. and my hoodie? i bet you don’t have anything on underneath it.” it was like armin had just flipped a switch. your once kind, innocent, friend was now basically degrading you for your choice in outfit. 

“i, i really don’t get what you mean. armin i just.. i was just trying to be cozy i really wasn’t trying to dress like a slut or anything-“ words continued to pour out of your mouth as you became painfully aware of his growing erection. “please, i’m sorry, i’ll go change..”

“no.” his voice was low, yet demanding. “you wanna dress like a slut? fine, i’ll fuck you like a slut.” your hands were starting to tremble at his words. why was he being so mean? although his rough words were turning you on, you were still soft at heart. you could feel your eyes stinging as he continued to go on, telling you how much of a whore you were. “s-stop it. stop being so mean..” your voice quivered as tears dripped down your cheeks.

you felt his hand cup your cheek as he wiped your tears. “oh honey, i’m not trying to mean. i just love you,” his voice was sickeningly sweet. “i just want you to know how mean the real world is. how if you dress like this,” he motioned to your outfit, “you’ll be called a whore. but it’s okay baby, you’re not a whore. you’re a good girl, right?” you quickly nodded, sniffling a little. “that’s what i thought.”

he wiped the new tears that had fallen down your soft cheeks before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you’re my good girl, right?” he pulled back and cocked an eyebrow, waiting for a response. shaking your head, your voice trembled as you spoke. “mhm.. i’m your good girl.” an evil smile crossed armin’s face at your words. “of course you are.” 

he moved his hand from your cheek to the hem of his hoodie. gently toying with the edge, he started to pull it up. he was immediately met with your skin, which left him with a satisfied smirk. “i was right, baby. you aren’t wearing anything underneath my hoodie.” he chuckled as he pulled it completely off of you. looking away, you tried to cover yourself. “ah, ah, ah, you’re not gonna hide from me are you? i love you, so why would you hide from me?” 

his voice was like a trap. the second you heard it, you were stuck. he could always manage to get into your head. he would manipulate you, but part of you didn’t care. you craved his attention just as much as he craved yours. you needed armin just like he needed you, so why were you so scared of him in this moment?

“hey. i asked you a question pretty girl.” armin’s voice cut through your thoughts. looking at him, fear suddenly overtook you. this wasn’t your armin, was it? how.. how could it be? your armin held doors open for you. your armin walked you to class and locked pinkies with you when you were nervous. your armin gave you his jackets in cold classrooms, even if it meant he’d be freezing for the rest of the class period.

“quit. fucking. spacing. out.” armin wrapped his hand around your throat, gently squeezing to gain your attention once more. gasping, you weakly tried to pull his hand off your throat. “armin, you’re scaring me..” once the words left your mouth, his eyes softened and he immediately removed his hand. “oh honey, i’m not trying to scare you. i promise. i’m just trying to get your attention,” he brought your trembling body closer to his. “i wouldn’t ever hurt you.”

you didn’t realize how much you were shaking until armin held you against his steady body. more and more tears were slipping down your cheeks and were now wetting down his shirt. as he hugged your body closer to his, he unhooked your bra, allowing your breasts free of their constraints. “let me take care of you.” he whispered in your ear. nodding, you allowed him to carry you towards your bed.

thoughts swarmed your mind as armin gently set you down on your unmade bed. he made quick work of ridding you of your shorts and underwear. “who made you this wet baby?” he teased, watching as your cheeks turned a shade of pink. you covered your face with your hands, too embarrassed to say anything. “honey, i’m talking to you. now, answer me.” his voice was low when he spoke. 

“y-you did, armin..” your voice was quiet, hardly above a whisper. “be louder. i can’t hear you.” he remarked. shaking your head, you couldn’t bring yourself to be any louder. suddenly, he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. he got all up in your face, your noses almost touching. “fucking say it.” he growled, his hot breath fanning your face. fear coursed through your veins as you spoke quickly, afraid of upsetting him even more. “y-you did! you made me this wet, armin!” your voice was louder now, which brought a satisfied smirk to his face. “atta girl. now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

you shook your head as armin used his middle and ring fingers to gather some of your slick. you bit your tongue, trying to suppress the moan building in your throat. using his thumb, he started to rub your clit. “let me hear those pretty noises of yours, liebling.” his slow, lazy circles on your clit started to get quicker and quicker, causing you to let out a whine. “armin.. armin wait!” truth be told, you had never done this before. and by this, you meant any of this. you had never masturbated. never had sex. sure, you read stories, watched porn, and listened to your friends talk about it, but you’d never done it. 

“aw baby, what’s wrong?” he chuckled. he didn’t stop his ministrations, which caused you to whine. you tried to push him away, but it was to no avail. “i-i’ve never done this before..” you mumbled under your breath. “hm?” armin hummed as he sped his fingers up. “i-i’ve never done this!” you cried, your legs starting to shake a little. a shit-eating grin crossed armin’s features as he pulled his fingers away. it felt like you could finally catch your breath as your erratic breathing started to settle. sliding his fingers into his mouth, he sighed, satisfied. you tasted fucking heavenly. 

closing your legs, you tried to sit up, only for armin to pin you back down again. he laughed in your face, the warmth of his body radiating off of him. “oh, my sweet, sweet schatzi, you’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you? such a good fucking girl, waiting for me. you wanted me to take your virginity, didn’t you? you knew nobody else could please you like i would.” a feeling of possessiveness coursed through armin as he looked down at your features. you were made for him. now that he had you, he’d never let you go. 

you were trembling underneath armin as he slowly started kissing down your body. as he did this, he started unbuckling his belt, the noise echoing loudly in your ears. your body felt like it was on fire as armin continued to kiss your delicate skin. kicking his pants to the side, armin stopped at your plush thighs and looked up. “you look so fucking perfect like this.” he mumbled before spreading your legs. he looked at your sopping cunt, a look of hunger in his baby blue eyes. 

“i just know i’m gonna become addicted to you, more so than i already am of course..” he whispered before kissing your inner thigh. he gently nipped at the skin, causing you to squeal and try to move away from him. “stay still, damnit.” he huffed before using one of his arms to pin your waist down. he gingerly placed a kiss over the spot he bit before moving towards you dripping wet cunt. armin carefully licked a stripe up your soaking hole, relishing in the taste. it tasted like heaven to him.

he listened as you gasped at the feeling of his tongue being pressed against you. you didn’t know how to respond. it felt so weird. this was nothing like how any of your friends described it. your bare chest rose and fell as armin continued to kitten lick your cunt. his nose bumped against your clit, causing you to moan. “a-armin!” you cried as you allowed one of your hands to grasp his soft, blonde hair. he smirked before moving his mouth away. you looked down at him, his mouth covered in your essence. your cheeks felt as if they were on fire as he moved his free hand down towards your messy cunt.

you felt his fingers press against your hole, causing your eyes to widen. “w-wait!” you weren’t going to lie, you were scared. “it’s okay baby, i’ve got you. just relax.” he smiled before pushing his middle finger into you. your walls clenched around him, causing him to smirk. you were so damn tight. he honestly couldn’t wait to fuck you. if you were squeezing his finger this much, just imagine how much you’d squeeze his dick.

“armin.. it feels weird..” you whimpered. “it’s okay baby. you just have to relax. you have to trust me.” he started pumping his finger in and out, trying to get you used to the feeling. the lewd noises had you gasping for air. “armin, please..” tears welled in your eyes again as you carefully bucked your hips a little. “there you go.” he cooed before carefully adding another finger. you felt your body start to relax as pleasure overtook your senses. “oh shit..” you mumbled.

armin could tell that you were finally starting to relax, which made him happy. he slowly started to speed his fingers up before leaning down and sucking on your clit. he watched as your mouth fell open and you searched for something to grab. “oh fuck! a-armin!” your legs started to shake a little, not used to this kind of pleasure. he hummed against your clit, curling his fingers to try and find that one spot inside of you. while he got you off on his fingers, he bucked his hips into the mattress, trying to give himself some sort of relief. 

“please, please,” you whispered under your breath. it wasn’t long before you felt a weird pressure building in your lower stomach. “a-armin, stop. i feel weird! please stop..” you whimpered, pulling at the sheets. your hips lifted off the bed a little as you tried to get him to slow his ministrations. he pulled away from your clit and looked at you, his fingers speeding up yet again. he had stopped grinding his hips into the mattress now to help him focus on your climax. “it’s okay, honey. you’re gonna cum. just cum on my fingers. make a mess on them.” he smirked as you gasped one last time before cumming. your legs were shaking as tears flowed down your face. you weren’t used to these feelings, this pleasure.

withdrawing his fingers from you, armin immediately brought them to his lips and started to suck on them. you were so fucking addictive. he saw that your folds were glistening with cum, making his smirk grow wider. he reinserted his fingers into you and started pumping them back in and out. you tried to push his hand away, feeling overstimulated. armin ignored you and continued to finger you. while he did this, he slowly slipped his boxers off and threw them next to his pants.

“‘m gonna fuck you real good, sweet girl, don’t you worry.” he mumbled as he pulled his fingers out of you. he quickly spit in his hand and rubbed himself a few times before looking down at you. “you’re okay with this, right?” even when he was caught up in the moment, he knew how to pull himself out of that mindset and take care of you. you looked at him and nodded, a slight smile on your face. your cheeks had slight tear stains on them from crying earlier, but neither of you minded, if anything, it turned armin on more. 

he used the head of his cock to tap your clit a few times before cursing under his breath. “fuck, i forgot a condom, hold on.” he huffed. “no, it’s fine! don’t worry about it..” you flashed him a smile. armin couldn’t help the smile that crossed his features at your words. “oh sweet girl, you want it raw your first time? how sinful.” the words rolled off armin’s tongue and sent shivers down your spine. you could only shake your head as armin rutted against your soaking cunt.

“‘m gonna put it in now, schatzi. it’ll hurt at first, but you’ll be okay.” he mumbled before lining himself up with your entrance. you took a deep breath as armin started entering you. right off the bat your warm walls squeezed him, making his eyes roll back. holy fuck, you were so tight. you whimpered as he continued to push himself inside of you. he could feel your walls constricting around him, making him go insane. it felt so fucking good to be inside of you.

minutes felt like hours until he finally paused. “oh honey, i’m halfway in. you’re doing so fucking good.” at his words, you gulped. he was only halfway in?! how fucking big was he? you never got the chance to look at him before he started fucking you.. 

it almost seemed like armin could read your mind. he cupped your cheek in his hand and made you look at him. “i know i’m big, but it’s okay. you can take it. good girls like you just stay still and take it.” you just took a breath and nodded, wincing as he started pushing himself in again. it felt like you were being split in half, the pain seeming unbearable. 

time continued to pass (slowly in your opinion), before armin’s hips stilled. “that’s my girl. see, i’m inside you now. can you feel me in your tummy, love?” he cooed. his eyes looked upon you lovingly as your heart was beating erratically in your chest. he gently pushed down on your stomach, causing you to gasp. “d-don’t do that!” the pleasure that shot through you when he did it startled you. 

he chuckled and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. your kisses were just like he imagined, warm and welcoming. as you continued to kiss, he slowly pulled out before thrusting back in all at once. you broke away, gasping loudly. “a-armin!” you cried. 

“shh, shh. you’re fine. you can take it. you’re okay.” he mumbled encouraging words to you as he gripped your waist. he started thrusting in and out, the sound of skin slapping together could be heard around the room. “oh baby, you feel so fucking good. squeezing me so much.” it wasn’t long before the pain started to turn into some sort of pleasure. 

“such a greedy fuckin’ girl, hah.. can’t get enough of me? it’s like you’re sucking me back in. i don’t mind though, i’m all yours. ‘m gonna fuck you so good that you’ll never want anyone else but me.” he babbled on and on as he continued to thrust into you roughly. you just shook your head, agreeing with the blonde that was currently drilling into you. “only you. only want you. ‘m your special, sweet girl min..” you panted.

you sunk your nails into the sheets below you as you tried to ground yourself to reality. armin was hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. “fuck, you’re so deep in me!” you whined. you could hear armin chuckle above you as he continued to fuck you roughly. “oh baby, you’ve gotta stop squeezing me like that.. ‘m gonna cum to soon if you keep doing— oh!” without realizing it, you had came on him.

your room smelled like sweat and sex. moans, pants, skin hitting skin, and squelching noises could be heard echoing around the four walls. “oh fuck baby.. good girl. cumming all over my fucking cock.” armin praised. you whined, your mind starting to go blank. if this would happen every time you had sex with armin, you would happily oblige.

“oh shit! sweet girl, i’m gonna cum. i gotta pull out..” armin whined, his hair sticking to his forehead. you violently shook your head. “p-please cum in me! please..” at your words, armin swore he could have came. “oh honey, you want me to come in you? want me to stuff you full of my cum the first time? you’re that addicted to me that you want me to stuff my kid into you? fucking hell sweet girl, you’d look so beautiful with my baby stuffed inside of you.” armin was mindlessly mumbling now. he was getting off on the thought of you being stuffed with his kid. 

“yes! would be so perfect with your kid in me, min! would be so perfect..” you weren’t quite sure what you were saying as you felt like you were on cloud 9. your body was stuck in a state of euphoria as you felt armin’s hips still. he whined loudly as he started cumming. 

your legs were shaking and pants escaped your parted lips as armin slowly started moving again. “wait! wait.. ‘m overstimulated!” you cried out, but he paid no mind to it. he leaned down, whispering in your ear, “i gotta make sure you’re full of my cum, sweetie. one load won’t do it. gotta breed you full, make sure you’re good and full.” you felt chills run down your spine. the intimacy of what you were doing, and him being so close, seemed to have you on edge. 

a white ring had formed at the base of his cock, your cum mixing with his. the noises you two were making were downright sinful. “holy.. ahhh..” drool was starting to drip out of your mouth as armin continued to bully your pretty pussy with his cock. he used his free hand to wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth. “you’re drooling, pretty girl.” he teased.

his words weren’t registering in your brain as you continued to slip further and further into a dumbed out state. “oh come on, don’t tell me i’ve got you dumb on my cock already,” he laughed before letting out a moan. your walls squeezed his cock just right. “we’ve only went one round, darling.” 

you mindlessly babbled some response. you were fairly sure what you said wasn’t even coherent words, but armin didn’t care. in fact, he found it quite adorable. “ah shit.. i’m not gonna last long if you keep fucking squeezing me like this, hah—“

your walls continued to squeeze and contract around him as the coil in your stomach snapped once again. you came all over him, loud moans escaping your sore throat. your legs were trembling and you could have swore that you were seeing stars. “m.. ma.. min.. oh min.. please-“ your voice was quiet, yet armin could still hear it.

“don���t worry, my love. i’m right here. ‘m gonna stuff you full of my cum, okay? you’ll be nice and full. gonna look so fucking precious with my child in you..” he hissed between clenched teeth. it only took a few more thrusts before armin came inside you again. his hips still, a sigh leaving his lips as he slowly pulled out. you had tears dripping down your cheeks, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth. 

armin watched your cum, mixed with his, drip out of your abused cunt, a satisfied smirk on his face. “oh, sweet girl, you can’t waste my cum like this.” he frowned before taking his fingers and scooping it back up and pushing it back in you. you whimpered, not being able to form words. “gonna make sure you’re bred. gotta make sure you’ll have my kid. then you’ll never leave me..”

groaning, you slowly started to open your eyes. your lower body felt like it was being ripped to shreds, the pain feeling unbearable. as you started to gain your bearings, you noticed that you were dressed again. you had on a pair of lace underwear on, along with one of armin’s t-shirts. 

what the? how did that happen? the last thing you remember was armin practically fucking your brains out. carefully turning your head, you saw armin fast asleep beside you. truth be told, you were too tired to be worried about how you got dressed again. yawning, you set your head back on your pillow, thinking about what happened.

how could your sweet, innocent armin say the things that he did last night? you coughed a little before pulling the blanket up more to cover your body. armin shifted beside you, but was still asleep. 

as you continued to think, you could feel yourself slipping right back into sleep. the last thing you thought of before losing consciousness was the fact that even the sweetest honey can turn sour..

liebling :: german. term of endearment. means dear or darling.

schatzi :: german. term of endearment. literally means “little treasure” but is also said to mean sweetheart or darling. 

[finniestoncrane]

I have become obsessed with Fallout 3. It’s very different than anything I’ve played before so it took me a few days to warm up to it… but oh boy did I warm up to it. I’ve been playing nonstop for over a week and it’s consumed my life.

I‘m deeply attached to my Lone Wanderer OC, I love wandering around the Capital Wasteland, and my companions (Charon, Fawkes, Dogmeat) are so important to me.

I already completed the main story, the Broken Steel DLC, and most of the marked side quests, so now I’m just seeking out all the unmarked side quests. I’m also going to try to collect all of the Vault-Tec bobble heads, just so I have an excuse to keep exploring.

Fallout 3 is love, Fallout 3 is life.

yeah fallout 3 will be my next endeavour immediately after new vegas, and i completely get you on having to warm up to it because fallout 4 spoiled my simple little noggin and now i'll have to work extra hard at figuring out the other games ;-;

i already want gob and charon and demond lockheart (a lot of that is because of @/apraxvalith's art like???) but fawes seems sweet too ;-;

congrats on developing brainrot for it though 💚 i love getting so absorbed in a video game that it consumes my every waking thought and then i come stumbling out of the fog a month later unsure of who i am but knowing something has changed in me for the better lol

[synthwayve]

Chibicolash, Host of My Brainrot

Simple easy cheeb for today, I’ve been drawing BB nonstop and my arms are being stubborn as a result so I might have to rest for a day or two before diving into more complex art :( good ol’ physical burnout(on the bright side it’s usually over very quickly)

[steddiesupportpodcast]

Meet the Podcast Team!

It's about time that we introduce ourselves, we're the team behind the Steddie Support Group Podcast 👋 Big thanks to @glitterfang for the amazing portraits 🎨🖌️

ALENA aka @peter-pantomime

Any Pronouns | Virgo | 30

I’m a veteran fan and amateur academic who loves analyzing individual characters and their interpersonal relationships, the plots, themes, symbols, and genre staples of pop culture media, and the dynamics between media fans and creators. I’m coming to Stranger Things from a long history of examining how fans participate in the process of making meaning through their interactions with media texts, and to Steddie from an even longer history of being emotionally devastated by blorbos and ships, the most notable being Destiel, Stucky, and Reddie. I love talking to people about all these ideas everywhere from Tik Tok comments to academic conferences, and so I’m super excited to have the opportunity to be a part of this podcast with so many wonderful people!

Guest & Host Appears on: Episode 4, 5, & 6

Twitter: @peterpantomime TikTok: peterpantomime Youtube: Peter-Pantomime

AMY aka @mojowitchcraft

She/Her | Scorpio | 33

I’ve been a fan of Stranger Things since day one, but fell headfirst into the Steddie hole last summer. There is no way out, I’m trapped, I’m stuck in here with them. Before Steddie I’d been an avid fanfic reader but I was always too shy to write anything. Over the past year my confidence in my writing has grown so much and I’ve met so many amazing and wonderful people in this community. Very excited to be part of the podcast team and lend my voice to our discussions! 

Producer, Host, Guest & Promo Team Appears on: Episodes 1, 4, 6, 7, & 13

Ao3: weird_witchcraft Twitter: @mojowitchcraft TikTok: mojowitchcraft

ASH aka @steddiehands86

They/He | Gemini | 37 

Joined the Steddie community around October and have been nonstop writing and cosplaying since. I have been writing on Ao3 since ‘09, but never so much as with this fandom. I’m so fortunate to be a part of this lovely group of people to talk about our brainrot in a safe, sane, consensual space… I’m also a Gemini, and like long walks in the woods. 

Guest, Mod Tech & Transcript Editor Appears on: Episode 1, 8, 11 & 12

Ao3: steddiehands86 Twitter: @steddiehands86 TikTok: steddiehands86 Instagram: steddiehands86

BECCA aka @glitterfang

She/Her | Taurus | 35 

I was a casual fan of Stranger Things up until Season 4. Now the brainrot’s got a hold of me and won’t let go. I’ve spent most of my time in this fandom as a small potatoes fan artist but have recently started writing fic as well! I love our little Steddie family and community and I’m just happy to be here. 

Host, Guest & Resident Artist Appears on: Episode 3 & 9 

Ao3: pizzabones Twitter: @glitterfangart TikTok: glitterfang Instagram: glitterfangs

BECKS aka @beccichu

They/She | Aquarius | 24

“Nope, you can’t start watching Stranger Things just because of him” were my thoughts last year after hundreds and hundreds of Stranger Things and Eddie Munson edits on tiktok. Well, after binge watching 4 whole seasons (the last one two times in a row) I fell head over heels for Steve and Eddie and into the Steddie hole pretty fast where I’ve been here ever since. I do write every now and then but my passion is cosplaying, talking about the blorbos nonstop and sharing my love for this community with others! 

Promo Team

Ao3: MsBecciChan Twitter: beccichuu TikTok: beccichu Instagram: beccichu

BIRDIE aka @audacityofbird

She/Her | Leo | 39

Bird isn’t even her real name, but she wasn’t sure if going by ‘The Motherf*cking Lizard King’ would be appropriate. Bird has been a fan of Stranger Things since the start. The ensemble cast, nostalgia and the way the show wove music into it in such a beautiful way hooked her immediately. The brain rot didn’t set in firmly enough to scour Ao3 until  2022 at the release of Season 4 but then the rest was history. A fandom lover and fanfic reader/ writer at heart, but her favorite role in fandom spaces is cheerleading, beta reading and being a part of the community. The love for these characters and the stories run deep but her gratitude for the friendships she’s formed here runs deeper. 

Guest, Mod Tech & Audio Editor Appears on: Episode 3 & 10

Ao3: audacity_of_bluejays Twitter: @audacityofbird

CADY aka @lostinadmiration

Any Prounouns | Capricorn | 33

Cady was a casual fan of Stranger Things until Eddie Munson flirted with Steve Harrington and then went and fucking died. She went online to cope with the grief, and stumbled onto Steddie art, which snowballed into discovering fanfiction, and landed her in a beautiful community of loving and supporting friends who love talking about those gay dudes! In the year of brain rot she completed two fics, has two neglected WIPs, and loves chugging out art. She also wants everyone to know she’s IYLO’s biggest fan and would love to discuss it with everyone and anyone!

Guest & Host Appears on: Episode 1, 9, 10, & 13

Ao3: lostnadmiration Twitter: @lostnadmiration TikTok: lostin_admiration  Tumblr: lostin_admiration

DAE aka @strawberryspence

She/Her | Libra | 23

Dae has been watching Stranger Things from the beginning, falling in love with the friendships and found family tropes in its core. She has always had a soft spot for Steve Harrington, this only intensified when Eddie Munson was thrown in the mix. Dae spends her time writing Steddie fics (mostly angst), editing and having mental breakdowns about gay fictional characters. 

Guest, Graphics Creator & Promo Team Appears on: Episode 4

Ao3: strawberryspence Twitter: @strawberrysomin TikTok: strawberryspence

JESS aka @mydarkdevotion

She/They | Pisces | 31

I’ve been watching Stranger Things since the beginning and fell in love so hard that I ended up getting Eleven’s 011 on my wrist in my cousin’s bedroom. I’ve been reading fanfiction way before stepping into Steddie and writing has grown more since then too. I guess you can say my friends see me as the person that would dive right into the danger (No tag reads/ No summaries) What can I say? I love surprises. Even if they end up in tears. Anyone who's seen my tiktok knows. But all in all just a real down-to-earth friendly person enjoying the thing I love.     

Guest | Appears on: Episode 5 & 11

Ao3: MyDarkDevotion Twitter: @mydarkdevotion TikTok: MyDarkDevotion

KAYLEE aka @sweetz059

She/They | Libra | 24

Kaylee has loved watching Stranger Things since she was 16, reading cutesy Byler fics and appreciating all the found family the fandom had to offer, and always having a soft spot for Steve Harrington. They didn’t really dive in until Season 3, however, when she finally was given a character that they could see themselves in. One Robin Buckley. Which just intensified her love for Steve even more. Then Season 4 happened, and Eddie Munson happened, and Kaylee finally saw the perfect match for Steve. Now they’re one fic down, and who knows how many more to go, and she wouldn’t want it any other way.

Guest, Host & Producer Appears on: Episode 3, 6, 8, 11, & 12

Ao3: sweetz059 Twitter: @sweetz059 TikTok: sweetz059 Instagram: sweetz059

KK aka @knormalizeknitting

Any Pronouns | Taurus | 39

KK is a genderless void who has been a nerd since time immemorial so naturally they’re obsessed with Stranger Things. They were a “normal” level of into the show, for a total geek that is, until Eddie Munson appeared and the Steddie ship set sail. Now KK spends all their time projecting Steddie onto every fictional pairing that has ever existed in media and finding new ways to torture Steve Harrington before letting him finally kiss Eddie. They’re extremely excited to be part of the podcast, make new friends on the server and talk Steddie / ST with so many lovely people when they’re not giving Steve even more trauma on ao3.

Guest, Host, Audio Editor & Mod Tech Appears on: Episode 2, 8, 12 & 13

Ao3: knormalizeknitting Twitter: @knormalknitting TikTok: knormalizeknittin Instagram: knormalizeknitting

KRIS aka @kwills91

They/Them | Gemini | 32 

I’ve written and read fanfic for many, many years, but it had been a while since I existed in a particular fandom. Then Season 4 of Stranger Things came out and I fell in love with Steddie. After mass consuming as many fics as I could get my eyeballs on, I decided that there weren’t nearly enough Steve breakdowns in them and began writing my own, and I’ve been unable to stop writing since. Hundreds of thousands of words of writing and millions of words of reading later and the brainrot is showing no signs of dying. And hopefully never will. Which is why I’m so excited to be part of this podcast.

Guest, Host & Mod Tech Appears on: Episode 2, 3, 8 & 10

Ao3: Kwills91 Twitter: @k_wills91 TikTok: kwills91

MANON @transmascsteveharrington

They/He | Aries | 26

“The binge watch format of Netflix shows hinders the growth and development of fandoms compared to linear released shows. Therefore it is unlikely that many viewers of Stranger Things will ever participate/form a fandom and read or write fanfiction-” is a sentence I once wrote in an essay in 2017 for my undergrad. Then the universe had a right laugh and several years, one gender crisis, and about 250k words of written steddie fics and countless words of read steddie fics later I am now here. I’m an avid writer and reader of stangst (Steve angst) and could talk about it for hours. That’s why I’m super excited to be part of this podcast. 

Guest, Host & Producer | Appears on: Episode 2, 6, 8, 10, & 13

Ao3: ChristinMKay Twitter: @t4teddiemunson TikTok: ger_manon

SAGE aka @miserablekingsteve

They/Them | Virgo | 24

I watched Stranger Things back in 2016. Only because my mum was watching it in the other room, and I heard Joy Division’s ‘Atmosphere’ start playing. Causing me to come running out of my room and question what she was watching. Prior to that fateful moment, I was probably holed up, writing Torchwood fanfiction or listening to the audio dramas while live posting on tumblr. Safe to say I’ve been in fandom spaces for quite some time. Yet never had written anything with as much velocity as I did when Steddie quite literally dove into my periphery. What? Eddie Munson was doing Ketamine and being ridiculous, hard not to relate to that one. I’m super stoked to have had any opportunity to be involved in fandom this much and I’m excited to see where it continues to take me!  

Guest & Promo Team Appears on: Episode 6, 8, 11 & 12 

Ao3: miserablekings TikTok: miserablekings

SARA aka @3blackhearts

She/Her | Leo | 36

I’ve been watching Stranger Things since the beginning. I loved how creative and nostalgia-driven the show is. The death (maybe, hopefully not, let me be delulu a little longer) of Eddie Munson is what drove me to read my first fanfiction ever. I hadn’t resonated with a character that much in a long time and having his ending be so unsatisfying on the show led me to want a world where that’s fixed or never happens (shout out to AUs). Since joining the fandom I’ve found my niche by making podfics, and now this podcast. In real life, I work for a local non-profit and am a visual artist.  President & Founder of the DILF Steve Harrington Fan Club.

Guest, Host, Producer, Mod Tech & Audio Editor Appears on Episodes: 3, 4, 5, 10, & 11

Ao3: 3blackhearts Twitter: @3_blackhearts TikTok: 3blackhearts

[cloud-ya]

This is a rant!! Please do not feel pressured to read if you aren’t patient or you don’t have a lot of time, etc.

They said it was gonna be the end of part 1, right?

We know that Honkai’s story quality has been dropping lately. But if this is where we’re ending, I wonder how the start of part 2 will be? I sure hope that they feed their writers again…

ANYWAYS off of that, let’s talk about speculations! We already have post honkai odyssey. We don’t have to know all the things that happened before the end and APHO 1. What if it pulls something similar to GGZ? where our main protagonist will be different, we’ll see all our characters, but in future incarnations? Like, way way in the future? A different story though a different perspective? Of course I don’t think they’d do that again. But with the way the story had been recently my hopes for the game have been dropping. Elysian Everlasting was the first time I’ve ever felt burnt out from the game after 1.5 years of daily nonstop brainrot playing… I mean when I play on a fresh account I feel the whole reason why the game hooked me in the first place; it was charming, nothing was over explained, things went straight to the point so there was no super duper long narratives, the nostalgic story format pre APHO2, I miss the old text box. I’m glad they’re back to stages though. I missed seeing the achievements pop up when I got something.

Oh speaking of narratives… UGH IT’S SO LOOONG. DRINKING GAME - take a shot every time you see “Narrator” pop up. You won’t make it. You won’t last. Not even the strongest drinker will make it! They’ve lately been doing so much tell not show and it just puts a bad taste in your mouth. Instead of letting people figure out on their own, they just tell us everything straight out. Watch, it’s gonna make it like “oh honkai just wants to be friends but doesn’t know how to express it so it just wrecks everything instead :((((“ I didn’t play the moon’s finality. I skipped it. I couldn’t do it anymore. So I don’t know if it’s actually true or not. Routing back to the tell not show thing, they wouldn’t have to baby us and just give us all the answers if they had to explain all the complicated science-y stuff. Can’t they just simplify it like they did back then? It made everything easier to understand and we’d be able to focus on the actual impacting stuff.

Uh oh, I just spoke about story’s impact! It’s time for another paragraph!

WHAT. THE FRICK?? Kiana and Mei’s reunion felt more like “we’re together now. Yay”. It was definitely not how I initially thought it would be. I mean of course it wouldn’t be. I initially imaged it to be that Mei was still with world serpent and it was a WS vs Shicksal thing. And the first time Kiana and Mei meet each other after a long time would be as enemies on the battlefield. So they’d duke it out like in that one CG and it’d be epic and they make explosions and a big crater and then they’d both be laying on the floor exhausted until suddenly “Mei, I’m hungry.” And then Mei looks over, a smile on her face “Hmph… you’ve never changed, have you Kiana?” Fade to black. I KNOW IT MIGHT ONLY SOUND COOL TO ME BECAUSE I MADE IT UP IN MY HEAD BUT I PERFER THAT OVER THISSSssssss…………

Anyways. Sorry for he mini rant. You have also been ranting recently and I wanted to try to unrant and instead speculate but then that also spiraled into a rant of my own. So I’d like to apologize for that. Most of my rankings after all are just basically the same as all the others you’ve already seen. So sorry for flooding your inbox with another ask.

oh, that's a long one

sorry, I don't have much to add

[kyufessions]

Coffee

synopsis: johnny comes home late at night to see you doing something you normally wouldn’t do

pairings: idol boyfriend! johnny x college s/o! g.n. reader

word count: 1.0k

genre: fluffy fluff :3

a/n: johnny suh brainrot ugh

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana

freshly brewed coffee filled the air invitingly, bringing a confused look to johnny’s face. it was nearing ten at night, so why were you drinking coffee so late at night? normally you only drank coffee till four in the afternoon, forcibly cutting yourself off otherwise you’d be up all night jittery and have a hard time falling asleep. he slid off his shoes, putting them on your shoe rack next to the apartment’s entrance and walking over to where he heard faint humming to a random song he couldn’t make out.

as he entered through the doorway, your head shot up midway pouring your cup of coffee. you paused, smiling innocently at him. “hey baby, how was practice?” your lips pecked his as he stood in front of you, his elbow leaning on the counter for comfort.

“practice was practice, tiring as usual.” he looked down at your yellow bee themed mug that read ‘bee positive’ being filled with sweet creme flavored creamer, then back up to watch you stir in two teaspoons of sugar. “why're you having coffee so late? it’s almost ten o’clock, babe.”

taking a sip of the sweet caffeine, you smiled to yourself at the sweet flavor. “i have a ten page research paper to finish tonight by midnight. i’m only on page four and i’ve been at it for like, two hours nonstop.”

a sigh left your lips at the taste and exhaustion you felt. you sometimes regretted being a psychology major because of the huge workload you constantly had on your shoulders, but at the same time you knew it was a major you always wanted to pursue and didn’t want to allow tiresome days to get in the way of your future. besides, you had caffeinated drinks to help you through it. more specifically: coffee.

johnny’s hands slowly inched forward towards yours, attempting to take the mug away from you. “i understand you might need it, but it’s getting late. coffee will keep you up well past midnight.”

you shook your head, taking a swig of the steaming drink and backing away around the small kitchen island. hands gripping around your precious mug and eyes glaring at your caring boyfriend, you ran out of the kitchen and down the hall towards your shared bedroom. johnny followed behind you, calling out to hand him the coffee before you spilled it or even worst, spilled it all and cause a sticky mess. you ignored his pleas as your giggles filled the air, shutting the wooden door behind yourself and locking it swiftly.

“ha!” you laughed dramatically, taking another quick sip of the coffee happily. running from johnny was almost impossible, but after practice you always seemed to win since his exhaustion took over his body.

he let out a huff, about to walk away before remembering the extra key to the bedroom door he kept on top of the door frame. “i think you forgot about the extra key, babe.” he retorted, wiggling the key in the hole before successfully turning it to the right and being welcomed by an annoyed you.

you backed up to your desk, sitting on the top of it as you clutched your mug. “i swear if you touch my coffee-“

“i won’t, i promise.” johnny reassured, his hands up in the air in defense as he shuffled towards you in his fuzzy socks. you watched him carefully, your playful glares earning a soft chuckle from him. “at least let me help you a bit, please? you seem really exhausted. and kind of fried.”

you thought for a moment, wondering if you should allow him to help. you were never really one to ask for help much, if any at all. you preferred the feeling of completing tasks on your own because the feeling it provided you made you utterly happy. but you also only had a little less than two hours to finish six pages full of research about a complex mental disorder you had no idea about. so you obliged to his offer, giving him the rundown of everything you needed to complete and him happily getting to work automatically.

as the clock struck 11:51PM, you finally pressed the ‘submit’ button which caused tired yet excited cheers from the man sprawled across the wooden floor next to you. you quickly wrapped yourself around him, mumbling thank you between the multiple cheek kisses you provided him with. his chuckles filled the room, echoing off the walls of your shared bedroom with The Black Keys playing softly in the background. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer so he could place a proper kiss on your lips.

your lips moved in synch, just like always. neither of you ever got tired of each other's kisses, if anything you both could get drunk off of them alone. you felt your hands trail into his hair, messing with his fluffy blonde hair that you couldn’t get enough of. as a minute passed you both by, your lips turned into smiles which caused laughter to fill the air. even after five years together, your love was still as pure as ever.

he was the first to pull away, wanting to regulate his breathing pattern before continuing. “proud of you, baby.”

you smiled down at him, laying your head on his chest to hear his fastening heartbeat. “i couldn’t have done it if it weren’t for you.” your eyes started feeling heavy and johnny noticed, raking his fingers through your hair to help you fall asleep faster. you seemed so exhausted, and him knowing tomorrow was your off day from classes he wanted you to sleep heavy tonight with no worries.

his lips pressed a small kiss to your forehead, a tired smile spread on his lips as he did so. “i’ll always be here to help when you need it. now go to bed, sleepy head.”

johnny ended up picking you up from the floor that night, putting you into the bed and making sure you were tucked in comfortably. as you noticed your chest rising and falling consistently, he placed a long kiss to your temple and took your nearly empty coffee mug to the kitchen sink. he smiled at himself as he noticed the coffee maker still had coffee in it, shaking his head and chuckling to himself. he was utterly in love with a coffee addict, but he didn’t mind. matter of fact, he loved it. and he loved you.

[allisonlol]

a/n: i am aware that i have a bunch of requests to get to but i just HAD to write this first,,,😭 i’ve been having so much brainrot for jouno omg

Dating Jouno Sfw + Nsfw Hc’s

warnings: nsfw under the cut

Sfw

writing all of this from experience btw 😏 (i wish)

dating jouno can be,,,difficult at times but worth it

you better be equally as sarcastic & quick witted as him

he’ll bully you at times (affectionately of course)

likes to get close to you or lean over you bc then he can hear how your heart rate picks up

ALWAYS teasing & flirting with you

loves the way you get all flustered and nervous when he does so <3

this man gets irritated by people just BREATHING (same tho) so you better make sure you’re relatively quiet around him 💀

might accidentally hurt your feelings sometimes with how harsh/blunt he can be

if you express this to him tho he will always apologize bc he would never want to genuinely upset you !!

the two of you go for walks a lot especially at night

holds your hand everywhere !! in fact he always looks for excuses to touch you and be as close as possible bc he loves the sensation of your skin <3

jouno loves when you’re tired at the end of the day and fall asleep with ur head on his shoulder; he finds it really peaceful listening to your shallow and even breaths

he’s not one to get jealous but,,,he does get the slightest bit uneasy when you talk to tecchou too much 😶

probably lies & tells you tecchou is a creep or something so you’ll be scared to talk to him again 💀 PLS

jealous jouno is good for more than one reason tho…and this is where i introduce the nsfw section 😌

Nsfw

OH MY HERE WE GO 🙏🏻

so if you know anything about jouno, you’ll know how absolutely sadistic he is

the man loves torturing people,,,you included (just in a different way 😶)

tends to be a bit violent in bed because he loves hearing all the sounds you make

will tie your hands together or to the bed frame so you can’t stop anything he does <3

(y’all have a safeword tho dw)

jouno lives to tease & edge you,,,he thinks it’s so cute how frustrated you get

definitely gets off on when you cry and beg for him to do more

a bit of a soft dom in the sense that while he’s in control, he’ll always end up doing what you want bc he could never say no to you <3

90% of the time has a very fast & aggressive pace…you’ll be getting absolutely RAILED 😩

jouno loves positions like missionary & mating press bc it allows him to be as close to you as possible

your little cries and moans in his ear are what turn him on the most

along with the feeling of you shaking and the sound of your heightened heartbeat

the good thing about him being so close is getting to hear HIM in your ear too,,,😶🦋🦋

his moans are really low & soft (he tries to stay quieter so he can hear you) also a lot of heavy breathing 🙏🏻

chokes & slaps you pretty frequently (never too hard tho) & by the end of it all you’ll probably have a decent amount of bruising

makes fun of you the whole time, especially if you cry. calls you all kinds of degrading names & laughs if you try to retaliate in any way

basically,,,jouno i’m free at 8 tonight you should come rail me too pls 🙏🏻

a/n: really went off on the nsfw section but- it’s 2am and i’ve been having nonstop brainrot so that’s my excuse

[ophelia-writes]

//INAZUMA ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS BELOW!!

a/n: ok so the scaramouche brainrot has been REAL, i’m so glad that i finally got to meet him in game (i joined after 1.1 sobs so i didn’t get to see him in unreconciled stars) but uh basically i’ve been thinking about him nonstop all week. he’s been in my dreams. he will not leave me alone. so i’ve decided to write more self indulgent fanfiction of him adjsjskhgfh enjoy <3

brave or stupid - scaramouche x gn!reader

warnings: slight violence, mentions of death

he had always been like this— callous, unfeeling, and cruel. after all, when you’re created as a toy that’s designed to be discarded, you’re bound to have a bit of bitterness.

but, to be honest, scaramouche wasn’t sure if he was even capable of kindness. sure, he could be polite to people from time to time if he wanted something from them, and he always showed respect towards the tsaritsa. but he would never show kindness for kindness’s sake. that just wasn’t his style.

besides, he wasn’t even human himself, so why should he care for human lives or emotions? they would be dead before he knew it, there was no point in trying to consider their feelings. he was a superior being, above the needs and trials of mortals. he should be able to do as he pleased.

so why, why did you intrigue him so much?

just a lowly, powerless human, with no vision or delusion, no special abilities to set you apart. and yet, you’d put your life on the line for just about anyone, despite not having the power or means to defend yourself, caring not for your own safety. what kind of idiot were you, exactly?

here you were, throwing yourself in front of the merchant scaramouche had been planning to fry for neglecting his debts. you were small, perhaps even smaller than him, with nothing but a stick in your hands. the sight was hardly threatening, and he would have killed you in an instant if it weren’t for the unwavering look of determination in your eyes. there was something different about you, he realized. something he rarely ever had the chance to see.

you weren’t afraid of him.

you, a weak, powerless mortal without even a sword to protect yourself, showed no fear in the presence of the sixth fatui harbinger himself. and scaramouche couldn’t decide if that made you incredibly brave, or incredibly moronic.

probably the latter.

rolling his eyes, scaramouche lowered his electro-infused hands and placed them firmly on his hips. “get lost, rat, before i kill you too,” he ordered, looking you straight in those big, determined eyes. but you refused to back down.

“do it, then,” you replied, gritting your teeth. you gripped the stick tighter in your hands and pulled your scarf down from your head, letting your hair flow freely. if you were going to die today, so be it, but you wouldn’t stand by and let this man terrorize your village.

scaramouche blinked. he had never seen someone with such a blatant disregard for their own life. in a way, you were like the opposite of himself— weak, kind, and selfless. looking at your small, bundled up form, gripping the stick like it was a mystical polearm forged by the gods, glaring daggers at him, he couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“hahaha! ahahahaha! god, i can’t tell if you’re bold or just stupid!” the harbinger took a step forward, the psychotic grin on his face never fading. but you stand your ground. “you know, i really don’t understand why you would risk your life for someone like this. i mean, you’re a pretty little thing,” he began, his violet eyes tracing over your features, “surely you must have more to live for?”

you frowned. “it’s not about me, it’s about the people i’m trying to protect,” you replied, casting a glance to the merchant and his family behind you. out of the corner of your eye, you could see him huddled against the wall, his small daughter gripping his arm while his wife held two other children to her chest. you weren’t about to let him kill these innocent people!

“why bother?” scaramouche asked, waving his hand dismissively. “they’re going to die anyways, it’s not like you can stop me.”

you bit your lip. he was right, of course— you had no vision, no sword. and even if you did… you would be nothing compared to a harbinger. but that wouldn’t stop you from trying. “i won’t leave them,” you finally replied.

scaramouche wasn’t laughing anymore. in fact, he himself wasn’t quite sure when his amusement turned into annoyance, but what he did know was that you were making him angry. “why…. why? this is a pointless waste of life, a worthless sacrifice— you know you can’t stop me, so WHY?” the air around him was now crackling with electro energy, and you could feel it.

still, you showed no fear.

“because, unlike you, i actually care about other people! i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i just stood by and did nothing while those around me are struck down by the tsaritsa’s stupid lapdogs!” you were shouting now. you kind of had to, the electricity in the air making your ears ring and your head fill with static.

that was the last straw.

scaramouche let out an irritated growl, sending a wave of electric shock towards you with a sweeping motion of his hand. the impact threw you backwards, your petite form landing limply in the snow.

the harbinger looked down on you, heaving with rage. how had he let such a stupid mortal get him riled up like this? he should have just killed you when you had first gotten in his way. eyes narrowing, he crouched down and took your wrist to check your pulse.

then your knee collided with his face.

“agh, you—!” scaramouche raised his hand to his jaw, holding the spot where you had struck him. it was definitely going to leave a bruise, and scaramouche did not like looking weak. you quickly picked yourself up out of the snow, scrambling to your feet. you frantically looked around for your stick (not that it would do you much good), but it had flown far out of reach when scaramouche’s attack hit you. “how…. how dare you assault a harbinger?” he asked, his voice laced with anger.

you shrugged. “you assaulted me first.”

scaramouche’s eyes flashed bright violet, another surge of electro gathering in his hands. “alright, enough playing around. it’s time i finish you, for real this time.” your eyes settled on the sadistic smile that had formed on his pale face, likely the last face you would ever see.

still, you showed no fear. “go ahead,” you replied. “i’ll gladly die the hero who managed to kick a harbinger in the face.”

scaramouche narrowed his eyes. you were the most audacious mortal he had ever met.

you raised your head and looked the balladeer right in the face and said one last prayer to the archons. please protect this village when i’m gone.

and with that, a flash of purple filled your vision, casting a brilliant lilac glow over the snowy sneznayan terrain.

ahh! sorry for the cliffhanger/bleak ending but rest assured there will be more parts hehehe <3 hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!!

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[kittybricks]

Hi, I love the "everyone lives" doctor who peice you did for the empty child episode, (it captures the energy of the episode SO well, from the fear and general creepiness of the whole thing, the chaos throughout it, and the joy of the end) and I was wondering if you'd be okay with it being used as a phone wallpaper?

My little brother (okay so he's not that little, he's like 15, but. He'll always be little to me, lol) LOVES Doctor Who (its been his main special interest for like. 5 years minimum?) And this episode is the first one that really got him into it, and as much as the almost nonstop DW conversation can be a bit much, I'm endlessly thankfulthat we found this episode and the show in general both because of the joy it brings him and because we've really bonded and gotten closer over it.

Anyway, uh,, sorry for the tangent? I'm not even 100% sure if it's relevant? Basically, I just think my brother might really like to use this as a phone wallpaper. It's completely okay if ur not cool with ur art being used as a wallpaper tho! Please don't feel pressured to say yes!

Thank you both for sharing your art and for your time! /gen

Omg this is the nicest and possibly first ask I’ve ever gotten? Yes absolutely! I want to put it out there that anyone can use my art for wallpaper/diy prints/most stuff (I’m pretty lax for individual use at the moment as long as it’s not for nft/ai art purposes) :) I will have prints available of this particular poster @ Vancouver Fanexpo if anyone is in the area!

Also definitely not irrelevant! It makes me rlly happy to hear abt other ppls personal connections to the show! Dalek is THE episode that initiated brainrot for me but I adored the empty child so much my first time around (and my second)! My partner got me into the show at the start of the year and I’m very grateful that we can share such a meaningful connection over it! Thought it was a cool roundabout sort of thought because my 9 tardis art (particularly rose) is still his Home Screen wallpaper as far as I know! This one is from the summer!

[csmeaner]

Sorry for the long post I wanted to get this off my chest as it’s been bothering me for awhile.

About a year ago I introduced one of my best irl friends to Toyhou.se because they are working on writing a book and they got quite a few ocs and I thought TH would be useful for them to keep track of art and whatnot. So they start using it and somehow they stumbled across a CS idk which one exactly, but they were very interested in the idea and I didn’t think much of it because I had 3 cs characters myself (cccat, Cham, and a hoodjinx) and I had no clue about the overall toxicity of cs since I don’t really participate in it and got all my characters second handed through trades. Over the next few months I watched them become absolutely obsessed with cs and become a “whale”. They would also constantly ask me if they could offer/have my cs characters when we were hanging out irl or just talking online which was awkward and annoying. They are spending their whole paycheck on cs, nonstop talking about cs and their “dreamies”, they stopped attending class bc they stay up until ungodly hours at night to buy a character and be too tired to go (for context we are both in college and live in dorms), and they started missing work bc they can’t afford gas so now I have to pick them up and drive them everywhere. Luckily we work at the same place, but sometimes we have different shifts so it gets annoying and I’m the one paying for gas and gas costs a lot so I have to limit my spending on grocery’s which they got this grocery pass thing (Idk what it’s called but each month they get a voucher for groceries form the college) so they don’t have to worry about spending money on that and I’ve tried asking if they could chip in for my gas or help me with groceries or even just help me with with paying for my cats food every 2 weeks since I’m starting to struggle with paying for that, but it’s always “I don’t have the money”. They are so deep into cs brainrot and I’ve been distancing myself from them hoping that they realize that this is an actual issue and I’ve talked to them multiple times on how inconveniencing it is for me and how it’s ruining our friendship and they need help and they keep telling me that they will stop but if anything it getting worse. And this sounds really mean, but I’m thinking about just not driving them everywhere anymore they will start missing work again which they won’t receive money and they will not be able to buy anymore characters and maybe it will open their eyes and this could be the first step into getting them out of this hellhole. Idk everything is shitty rn and I hate it here

nah it's not your fault they're ruining both your lives. you're not responsible for them especially if they've done nothing but leech off your good will and poison your friendship. fuck that's depressing like watching someone get addicted to meth and yeah if they're not willing to listen then the friendship is fucking over. no reason to let them drag you down with them and real friends don't support the other's spending addiction

[keelywolfe]

What music does Edge listen to when he’s being a lovesick sap over Stretch?

I was thinking about it ‘cause I’ve got brainrot for your BAON series (over the course of the past week I’ve binge read it nonstop and I think I’m close to being caught up on it) and there’s two routes to go here:

First option: songs like Invincible (it has a spicyhoney video for it on yt, i very much recommend)

It’s a very specific type of feeling, but Edge is from underfell and that is a Place so I think it fits. Honestly it’s probably the definition of a gooshy love song there, the lyrics are perfect: it’s basically saying that This is the person that I’d want and allow to help/save me in the event that I need it (which has got to be Quite a level of trust in UF), they make me powerful, together we’re “invincible.” It admits weakness then immediately strengthens past that when the other comes into the equation. Like- here we’ve got the whole “they complete me” trope in romance, who’s to say canceling out eachothers weaknesses isn’t exactly what Underfell would take from that?

Then there’s the second option: softer songs like honey bee (the one by steam powered giraffe)

More geared to their vibe here on the surface, specified to thoughts about Stretch and their situation. And yes It’s a breakup song but music is art and art can be interpreted however the viewer feels it aligns with them so who cares- but anyway yeah it’s slow, it’s sweet, it’s dripping with adoration and the lyrics match up So Well for them: I feel it’s safe to infer from his stance on their souls that edge doesn’t have a damn clue how he ended up with stretch as his husband but understood or not, stretch is here anyways. His honey bee does what he wants, thank you. It’s great, and I could continue this for multiple paragraphs but I already feel like I’ve talked Way Too Much here so I’m gonna cut that short.

Both of these feel like they Fit to me, but ultimately it’s a question of ‘when you take the boy out of underfell, how much punchy stays in the boy?’ The 2nd one would make sense and I don’t doubt he’d absolutely listen to stuff like that but what I don’t know is Would the 1st one still just hit harder for him?

Please, this has been bugging at me for days and i’d love to hear your thoughts

First, I am so delighted you've been enjoying the series!! I love these boys endlessly and I love getting to share them. 🧡

As to the question, oh, damn, that's a tough one. Both those songs are amazing spicyhoney songs and I agree that Invincible is great for an Underfell vibe. So true to their relationship, too.

I'd never heard the song Honeybee before, and it's going right on my playlist because that is a great Spicyhoney song. My heart, it is full, and it's a great Edge song since he canonically adores 'crooner' style music.

(If anyone has forgotten or is curious, when Edge was a kid in Underfell, Red found a busted up walkman for him and the only cassettes he had were the likes of Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr.)

That said, in my own mind, Edge has simple tastes when it comes to music and when it comes to Stretch, one of his favorites is 'At Last' by Etta James https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qJU8G7gR_g

Growing up in Underfell, Edge never could have imagined someone like Stretch even existed, much less what he would become for him. He wasn't looking for someone to share his life with, he was content enough with what he had. It was Stretch who came to him and can a person even recognize loneliness for what it is until someone comes into your life and then is suddenly gone...and then returns? He certainly didn't and it was Stretch who taught him, unintentionally, a lesson learned with a first kiss.

Edge didn't know loneliness before Stretch, not by name, and he didn't know love before him, either, and Stretch in his life has given him so much that he never even knew to miss. Family and friends and laughter and love. Everything he can't live without anymore is his, at last.

[tenacityblitz]

Won’t lie, it feels mentally relieving making major progress on the icon commission I’ve been working on/off on for a couple weeks now. Managed to find good work mojo the last couple days and I’m hoping to have all of it done by Wednesday so that way I’m completely commission free and can focus on icons for my own use afterward. Shoutout to @kibouhero​ for going down the Promare rabbit hole to make caps for me, as usual she’s my godsend making quality caps for me to make decent icons from. It’s given me something different to focus my mind on this month.

Which speaking of, I know some people know what’s been going on this month with me about losing my job and stuff, thankfully I got news earlier today about it that was news I was desperately hoping to get and now I can fully leave that whole situation behind me and move forward finding a new job and stop having so much anxiety over the whole situation. It hasn’t been fun and I wouldn’t wish that stress on anyone. 

But even while that has been going on too, in case my pretty high lack of presence on here hasn’t been obvious, I’ve been taking a bit of a break from BNHA rp’ing while I’ve had stuff going on, and tbh the manga just hasn’t kept me all that sucked in for awhile now. Chalk it up to being burnt out on the going on two year long war arc and just wishing we’d have a more consistent break from the nonstop violence. Don’t get me wrong I still love BNHA very much, but it hasn’t been my primary RP and general manga focus lately and I didn’t want to force anything at the risk of burning myself out more. 

I’ve actually spent a lot of time on my multimuse that I’d been neglecting the past two years and never getting it set up properly (yeah fun fact I’ve had one for a long time and never really bothered telling anyone bc I never used it up until this past month lol). It’s where a lot of my RP energy has gone lately and it’s been pretty refreshing letting my mind focus on older muses while letting my endless Promare brainrot run rampant on there with headcanons and whatnot. I don’t really get to write Lio and Meis as much as I’d like to, but it’s better than spamming you guys on here with stuff completely unrelated to this fandom. Unless you want to come talk Promare with me, which then by all means come kick down my door lol. 

And don’t get me wrong, every time I’ve said that I have no intention of leaving my solo BNHA blogs anytime soon I meant it and I still do. And I’m hoping in the coming weeks once I get the large amount of icon work off my plate as well as finally ridding myself of anxiety over the old job situation, I can find a better balance and let Bakugou and Momo come back out like they were. 

If anyone actually wants the link to my multimuse you can ask for it and I’ll give you the link privately, but otherwise I’ve just generally kept the account to myself since it’s a separate entity and has no BNHA activity on it whatsoever. If you RP from Promare, Owari no Seraph, Voltron, or Yuri on Ice, those are the main fandoms that’re taking up my space on the multi rn. 

[biteinsane]

Maybe tonight I will finally watch at least one episode of OFMD. I waited way too long since I first heard 2 months ago but con got me too stressed to enjoy things.

Which sorry about not really announcing it again after that time, I was afraid that they were gonna change the number on me a 2nd time.

But OFMD, excitement. I was already going into my pirate mode before I even heard and then I have been in one nonstop (can you be obsessed with a show you haven’t even watched yet? yes.)

So next best thing, I listened to some nonfiction audiobooks about pirates (my original knowledge is all basic pirate stuff) so now I got more dirt on the pirates and can’t wait to see what they use in the show. What historical events do we feature?

There is very little you could spoil to me about this show. I have been seeing stuff non-stop for weeks now. I know all. There is just a few things I don’t know and I must know if they put it in. There is one thing that I need to know, the rest is just wanted to know how it ends cause of what I saw people say.

I don’t wanna spoil it for other people so I won't say anything. And I will find out soon, I’ve just been waiting WEEKS to watch this, OVER A MONTH in all honesty!

But yep, thats all I’ve been thinking about. I should really work on my own things and I will but ofmd is just...brainrot until I finally watch it. And I would love to watch it with friends just so I can give dirt on the characters. 

DON/T REB/OG

~Mo

[pseudoneiiric]

@ultimaterealmofchaos​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ sent:  ❤ ━ do you have any crackships for your muse? any of them tbh lol  /  accepting!

any of them... more like all of them, god. most of my ships end up starting as crack ships and then they become more, either because of an rp partner or because i just have nonstop brainrot and i end up thinking myself in circles on it! let me check my muse roster and see if there’s any really notable ones. (or hell, maybe i’ll just list them all)

(an hour and a half later) okay i can’t list them all. here’s the highlight reel! the truly apeshit ones and/or the ones i ship the most!

*opens up my spreadsheet on lilian crack ships*

this would not be complete without lililight. they’re my confidant. my best friend. my silly rabbit,

lilimatty, of course. of course. i cannot not list it.

lilian/komaeda has the most awful energies im in love with it

similarly, lilipete is freaking everything i love how awful their energies are!

i’ve recently had such brainrot for fake dating anthony/lilian i think the narrative parallels are exquisite

lilimisa is also everything and i don’t talk about it enough

other ones:

points directly to mortison. the two of them literally never interact but i want them to SO badly. they’d fall in love so MUCH. also jessison deserves a mention bc i SCREAM every time they’re onscreen together. and jestorm. jestorm too.

i’ve been thinking a lot about denver/rio and denver/palermo i’m NOT gonna lie. i won’t go into specifics but any interested parties can hmu in dms

this list would not be complete without zenroto. the way i wrote an 100 page fic about these two actually. when you ship the mc of a dating sim with a love interest from a different dating sim. revolutionary, truly.

kouta/ryou has my ASS!!!! y’all don’t even get it they have my ass so ENTIRELY!!!!!

timlex. timlex. listen i can’t NOT talk about these two they’re my everything. i have a ship with a friend with them and they mean so much to me.

and speaking of ships that i have w that friend that mean so much to me i’m gonna CRY over normaiden listen i’m sobbing on the floor thinking abt them

godot/viola has my whole ass!!! with their persistent allusions to coffee!!! her jokes abt poison!!! ugh!!!!!!

god listen i will cry i think fukahina is so important they’ve BEEN important to me for so long. fukawa and asahina should kiss SO bad i just think they’re important

scrolls down a bit. one of my soul eater otps is actually kid/crona. i think they’d be really sweet together and the Thematics behind them are impeccable, truly. i do also like crona and black☆star (sir i love u but i hate writing your name) and yknow. kidcrostar or whatever their ot3 is. i don’t think any of those ships are especially popular, so. yeah!

angela/taylor! i’m saying they’re exes im manifesting it so hard. i need HOSTILE wlw interactions in this house thanks <3

i also want to mention johndrew and abraham/carver because they truly have my ass

narugodo is one that’s definitely grown on me a lot. i think they could be interesting together for sure.

hinazono... hinatsumi.... hinazumi.......

i think norman/scott is such a weird ass ship and while i’ve never written it out with anyone, the amount of traction it’s gotten in my head despite no outside prodding in the slightest is genuinely hilarious

i truly think octavian/annabeth has potential. i do. i do.

i do think raybbins and raykovitch count as crack ships. i stand by them though.

ok. i know. i know. but rebecca/paula truly

y’all know im safiya/manny supremacy y’all KNOW i am

im not sure if riamnoahlex counts but im making it count.

ritsuteru is so superior to teru/mob and im not sorry i just think they make much better sense together <3

aaand finally i’m gonna cap this off with yuri/monika! they are so special to me

[voidcat]

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Characters: Matsukawa Issei/Reader

requested by anon, prompt 9

Warnings: reckless drinking, dont drink the amount you cant handle kids, esp if you’re not supervised by someone you trust

Word Count: 2.3k , this was supposed to bE SHORT, seijoh brainrot........

It’s loud, too loud. If they weren’t in your head, you’re sure you wouldn’t be able to hear your thoughts. Is that what people listen to as music nowadays?

The flashy lights all around and people keep bumping into you, you remember once again why you’re not the party type. Which brings the question: what are you doing at one?

See, the answer to it is quite simple, really. Maybe a little sad too, even pathetic. You’re beyond caring for the night. You’ve gone to a party, can it get any lower than that? What a waste of night, is the only thing you can say to yourself.

Placing the untouched cup in your hand to the counter, you look around to find the bathroom. Exiting the kitchen is a nice first step. The blur of bodies only make your task more difficult. Getting tired of people bumping into you, you start shouldering the ones not moving, crashing into people if they refuse to make way, expecting you to go through the five centimeter long gap.

And at long last, you find what you were looking for. Checking to see no one else is in, you lock the door behind you and turn on the tap. Splashing some cold water to your cheeks, careful not to mess with your make up, you take a look at yourself in the mirror. Why did you let him drag you into this in the first place?

Or better yet, why do you keep following wherever Matsukawa Issei takes you, never saying no, never refusing the puppy looks, always right by his side... why do you keep doing this to yourself? Since when have you gotten so weak towards him, for him?

Exiting the bathroom and spotting him in the distance, you recall earlier today. It was just a usual hangout, nothing special. Typical grabbing a lunch together and procrastinating when the reason you met in the first place was studying. Thirty minutes of silence, finally finding your focus fully on your text book and you jolt up suddenly at the contact you feel by your waist. Looking to your right and seeing his pen hanging by your waist, ready to poke again if necessary, you just rub your side.

“What, Issei?”

“There’s a party tonight, starting around 8. Would you like to go with me?” Oh, this again. Another hopeless party invitation. He never seems to give up, though knowing how much you dislike the parties. One party couldn’t hurt, right? You can’t help but admit to yourself how curious you are to see him at one. So you just shrug. “Sure, pick me up by 7 if we want grab dinner beforehand.”

“Look I know you don’t like the- Wait, really? Are you sure?” The caught off-guard look suits him.

“Yeah, I mean I kept saying no but it’s time I expand my… extra curriculum activities.” He grabs you by the shoulders.

“Who are you and what have you done to (Lastname)? They would never accept an offer from me that easily.” You can’t help but laugh at his dramatic antic. Pushing his hands off you, holding the said hand while you can, you roll your eyes again.

“I am fine. Can’t I be the supportive friend for once?”

“Oh but please! You always are the supportive one.” He says as he wraps you in a big hug. It’s moments like these when you feel your breathe hitched, heart racing and brain imagining a scenario you’ll never get to live.

As you eagerly make your way to him, the figures in your way make way and you see he’s not alone. Some girl talking to him, if eyeing someone like that and touching their muscles nonstop can be count as talking, not to mention leaning over him on a constant. What’s worse is he doesn’t look bothered slightest bit. Can you blame him, though? You’re sure it’s not the first time she has approached him, she hangs around the gym sometimes, walks up to him after their shared classes, she’s clearly interested and makes no effort in hiding it.

She is beautiful, no straight man, or lesbian or bisexual, in their right mind would ignore someone such as her. And yet you can’t help but feel jealous. Jealous that you have no chance of competition, no chance of winning, no such luck in being seen as “‘more than just a friend”. Changing your direction suddenly, you walk back up to the kitchen and grab the first untouched cup you see. Searching for a bottle of alcohol next, you don’t care what it is as long as it is alcohol, you pour it down until your cup is filled to the brim.

Looking outside, you can see them again. Issei smiling and looking as breathtaking as ever, it hurts that the smile is for her. You down the whole cup before you can register what you’re doing. The party is just getting started, you better get into the mood.

After a while it gets fuzzy. You lost count of the drinks you’ve had, the shots you’ve taken too. You’re glad to have eaten before the party at least, the alcohol won’t hit as hard.

Maybe it’s already hit? You’re not sure, you feel warm and bubbly but you still walk just fine. Walking up to people and joining the conversations randomly, leaving as quickly once you’re bored, you walk around and around and around...

It must be late, is it late? You try checking your watch but you can’t make sense of the little circle plastered on your wrist, it seems too tiny.

At some point, you’re singing along to a song you know. And making the most absurd dance moves to it. It doesn’t matter, everyone else around is drunk as hell, looking more ridiculous than you are, moves not even making any sense. It makes all the crashing more understandable, it’s good to just move around and not apologize once. To let some steam off, get loose and do whatever the hell you like.

Except it isn’t as good because one thing you truly want in that moment and you don’t even know the room he is in. Maybe you should have another drink just in case and decide to cross the line from tipsy to drunk. It’d be good to forget about tonight once you wake up.

Making a 180 to go back to the kitchen for another drink, you crash into something warm, someone. Probably a chest. Feeling warm hands on your shoulders adjusting you, to keep your balance, you don’t even look up. Waving your hand in the air, you shout out an apology.

“(Name)? Is that you? I’ve been looking all over for you!” Hearing your name come out of someone’s lips is unexpected, but recognizing the voice makes all the fuzziness go away in a second. You make a mental note to name it the “Issei effect” if you ever come up with a hangover elixir of sorts.

“Hiiii Mattsun.” Hearing yourself speak feels weird, especially if you have no idea if your lips are actually moving. “I’ve been here this whole time! Was about to go get a drink, want some?” You can imagine the worried look on him, so you keep your gaze focused on his tshirt. What was that color called anyway?

“Are you sure you’re alright? We can leave if you wa-“ he stops mid-sentence to examine you from head to toes. “Have you been drinking?”

The tone in his voice indicates, it’s wiser not to answer him. Your mouth decides otherwise. “Maybeee.”

“But you hate alcohol! And you’re a lightweight!”

“Nope!” You pop the ‘p’ as you reply. “Had a change of heart! I like new stuff now! Maybe you don’t know me as well as you thought.” Crossing your arms, you look to your left. “Hah, lightweight!” You mumble.

“I mean it. If you want to leave, we can. When I asked you to come, I didn’t do it so we could get separated. I just wanted to spend some time with my friend.”

Ouch. That word sure hurts. More than the movies and books can even tell. You suddenly feel sick, stomach empty and deadweight.

“M’kay, let’s leave.” You say softly.  Seeing the smile rise like the sun on his face, you can feel butterflies in your stomach. Truly feel it. The term no longer sounds ridiculous when it becomes real for you.

“Okay. Let me just grab by jacket and we’ll be out in a minute. Wait by the door if you want, it’s whiter there.” He says and leaves in a hurry.

Making your way to the door in slow steps, you reach it in no time. When you look back at the apartment, all the people partying seem so irritating to you. It’s hard to believe you were just like them a while ago. Eyes trailing the crowd, you see Issei again, a smile making way to your lips, almost on instinct now.

It dies out before it can bloom.

Because there she is, again, and he is still smiling at her and nodding and talking and suddenly all the hurry he made to find his jacket seems like it was not to make you not wait, but to get to her quickly.

Looking to the hall, you spot a tall boy holding a bottle of what you hope is booze. Grabbing it with a “Sorry, emergency.” You take a big gulp of the bottle. To hell with staying tipsy.

God, is that how plain vodka tastes? The Russians must be out of their minds. And yet, you keep taking gulp after gulp, sip after sip and open the door to escape the suffocating party air.

If Issei wants to find you so badly, he must know how to do it.

Walking a bit and sitting in the pavement, your head drops to your knees, bottle still in one hand. You’re not sure how long it has been since you arrived.

Hearing footsteps coming closer to you and coming to a stop right by your side, you look up to find an angry Issei. Arms crossed, he’s looking down at you, trying to look as mad as he can but worry painted in his eyes. It hurts how well you know him sometimes.

“So?” You make no noise.

“Care to explain?” He’s tapping his foot this time, probably to get your attention. You grunt in response.

“Do Not grunt at me young lady. I am only asking because I am worried, can’t you see!” Voice raised, you realize you’ve never heard him raise his voice, not at you.

“Maybe I don’t want you to worry about me! Or maybe I do but not like this! Have you thought about it?” You snap.

“What’s that supposed to mean?-“ not waiting for him to finish his words, you stand up fast, stumble for a mini second in the process, the bottle gripped tighter, and you start walking away.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” He calls our behind you, walking after you.

“Away from you! Leave me alone Mattsun.” You yell back, quickening your steps. Damn his height and tall legs because he catches up to you in no time and grabs your wrist, trying to stop you from going any further.

You expect a “fine.” And a “no.” And maybe a “stop being so childish and talk to me.” But not a “Why are you calling me that?”

The softness in his voice catches you off guard. You stop and turn to look at him, your wrist already free of his grasp. “Calling you what?”

“You never call me Mattsun. It’s always Issei. Did I do something wrong?” You don’t meet his gaze.

Maybe it’s the hurt in his words, the sadness in his eyes or the alcohol in your blood. When you look up to meet his gaze, you’re certain you see something die. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You gather enough energy to say the words.

“Why now? We’ve never hold back anything from one another.” You turn your head at his words again. This is exactly why you don’t want to talk. Hearing a sigh behind you, he clears his throat. Probably one last try, you’re determined to keep your stance.

“Look, whatever it is, please tell me. Maybe you’re drunk and happen to be the unfiltered honest kind. You may as well not be drunk at all and honestly this is a lot of better. But please give me a reason, an explanation and if it’s so bad or awkward, we won’t talk about it in the morning and pretend we were both drunk. How does that sound?” The offer itself sounds ideal and he, hopeful. You nod your head as you sit down on the pavement, the bottle now in your lap. Following your cue, he sits next to you.

The words are a mumble of incoherent sounds. You can sense him leaning towards you, considering to say your next words loudly, just to irritate him, you decide against it.

“I don’t want you to worry about me as a friend.” You say. He looks confused. Silencing him with your finger before he can say anything, you continue. “I want you to see me in a different light for once. I am sick of the back and forth dance we keep having.”

He stares at you for what feels like forever. Followed by laughter. It only gets louder.

“Stop- Stop that! Are you… laughing at my feelings?” You make no effort in hiding the disappointment in your tone.

“No! It’s just- I- I’ve been thinking of the same thing for too long. I can’t believe we were both so blind.” Words interrupted by occasional chuckles, he seems happy, glowing even. You throw yourself at him, arms around his neck.

He speaks to your head next: “If you hadn’t been drinking, I’d even kiss you right now b-“

“Do it then. I am not drunk.” You whisper to his chest.

He kisses the top of your head. “Tomorrow, I promise. For now, let’s get you home.”