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[userpreviouslyknownasbakudeku]

THE FINAL DAY

deku has some second thoughts despite his reign of terror up to this point. we're reaching k-drama levels of theatrics which is incredible considering the nature of the game.

he probably should've shown mercy and killed toga @siflshonen quickly when he had the chance, because she dies anyway through the lovely excruciating experience of succumbing to sepsis.

THE LAST LEFT STANDING, OFFICIALLY OUR ULTIMATE BAKUDEKU BEATDOWN CHAMPION:

!!!! @romanticbkdk !!!!

[nanaslutt]

Choso in the new episode hngh

choso x reader with a praise kink when 🙁

I love you omg 😝

YOU GET ME NONNIE I LOVE YOU<333

contains: fem reader, switch!choso, soooo much praise, fluff, oral(r!receiving), riding choso’s face, dirty talk, choso cums in his pants, pussydrunk!choso, he doesn’t know he has a praise kink (till now heh), choso isn’t super experienced but he’s dabbled in the art of cunnilingus :p

edit: rereading is important ladies n gentleman…..u said reader w a praise kink………i will make another shortly GOMENASORRY LMAO, pls enjoy regardless for now :3

MDNI

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he has your legs thrown over his shoulders, heels digging into his rippling back when he peppers little kisses on the most sensitive part of your thighs, silky black hair out of his signature buns, elegant strands opting to spread out atop your thighs

you’re twitching and gasping in his hold when his tongue darts out from behind his lips to aid in sucking the skin of your inner thigh, leaving purple hickeys in his trail towards your dripping cunt

“feels ‘s good choso” you whine at the feeling of his lips suction cupping to your skin, head perched up on a pillow to give yourself a better view of him about to absolutely devour your pussy,

his cock twitches in his pants when your praise reaches his ears, humming into your leg and shutting his eyes as he continues scattering little kisses in his wake

bringing your lithe fingers to his hair and running them over his scalp, soft strands sliding between your fingers when you start to caress his head,

he relishes in the feeling, tipping into your palm and cracking his eyes open, he quickly glanced at you before zeroing his focus on your cunt

practically glistening with slick under the fluorescent lights, he licked his lips and groaned at the sight, “can i taste you, please?” he asks so sweetly, directing his pretty eyes back to you, mouth watering at what’s about to come when you smile and nod at him,

your hands coming down to collect the hair around his face that’s at risk at getting all wet from your sloppy pussy, bringing the hair up and gripping the tufts of hair gently on top of his head,

choso feeling tingly and light headed at the feeling, he dips his head down between your legs, arms gripping around your appendages wrapped around his neck, digging his thick fingers into the fat of your thighs,

he darts his tongue out, letting out a groan when he registers the taste of you, wasting no time in burying his face deeper, starting to make out with your pussy messily,

“c-choso!” you whimper out, “ohmygod right there- f-uck!” head falling back against the pillow that cradles the side of your head, choso whimpering loud as he watches you,

hips moving without his permission into the matress underneath him, pressing his neglected cock into the sheets below at the intense arousal he was feeling from your words, eyesbrows scrunching together while he stared intently at your face, continuing his ministrations on your pussy

his dark eyes rolling back every time you cried out affirmations of the stimulation he was providing, or curses of his name when his strong tongue pressed just right against your clit,

he’s done this once or twice, but he never remembered a time where he felt like he does now, just from giving his partner head. of course he enjoys making his partner feel good, but something you were doing was making him feel like he was drunk, and he thinks he was figuring out what it was

“right here?” he encourages you, testing his theory by trying to get you to speak again when the tip of his tongue draws little circles against your clit, sucking the bud between his lips, flicking it up and down, and catching it gently between his teeth while making strong eye contact with you, eyes still scrunched together looking for approval when you finally speak again,

“y-yeah, ur mouth feels so fucking g-good choso” you stutter out, gripping the tuffs of hair between your fingers harshly as you start to grind your hips against his mouth, clit bumping his pointed nose at your ministrations,

he lets you manhandle him, sticking out his tongue and shaking his head back and forth adding to your pleasure, cock leaking through his pants and into the bed, humping faster, feeling so fucked out as he allows you to fuck his face,

“just like that!” you whine when he starts flicking his tongue into you, trying to match your sloppy thrusts against the bottom of his face,“choso p-please don’t fucking stop,” you finished,

he had absolutely no intentions of stopping, ears ringing and brain feeling foggy at your words, internal monologue repeating yesyesyes over and over in his brain every time your words echoed in his head, sending electricity through his body, fueling his efforts to make you feel even better,

“p-please keep talking,” he mumbles, squeezing your thighs wrapped snug around his head, still unsure of what exactly you’re saying that’s making him feel so dizzy, only knowing that the feeling increases when you speak,

you slow the roll of your hips and smile fondly down at the large, usually intimidating man underneath you, previous description not being applicable even slightly in this scenario as he looked at you like a puppy looks at their owner, eyes downturned, looking expectantly at you as he sucked on your pussy,

“you like when i praise you cho’?” catching on quick at what his request was referring to, “does it make you your cock leak when i tell you how fucking good you’re doing?” he swears he just had a brain orgasm when you finished your sentence,

groaning deep and long into your wetness, your body jerking forward at the intense vibration, smiling at his eyes rolling back before you continue, “no one’s e-ever made me feel this good before,” you stutter out, wanting him to get as drunk as possible on your words,

his tongue picks up at this, moaning out a “mhmm?” questioningly straight into your clit when he sucks on it, tongue quickly sliding down to push inside the ring of your cunt, slurping messily as he fucks his tongue in and out of you, swallowing everything you give him

hands using the grip on his hair for leverage as you hump your hips on his mouth faster now, stimulating your clit against his nose once more, “you look so good between me legs you know t-that?” you try to maintain the confidence in your voice, proving to be difficult as his curling tongue and messy technique brought you quickly towards your impending orgasm,

he tries to nod, moans of confirmation severally muffled as he tried to let you know he hears you, loud and clear

chin tickling the inside of your thigh as his jaw opens and closes rapidly against you, fucking his tongue as deep into your tight hole as he can manage, practically making out with your pussy when he feels your legs start to crush his head,

his own hips against the soft mattress matching the pace of your thrusts against his face as he uses the information on his tongue to try and imagine how your pussy squeezing around his thick cock would feel,

would you want to ride him? choke him out, maybe let him suck on your fingers while you rocked back and forth, rubbing your clit on his pelvis, using him like your personal sex doll? or would you want him to shove your head into the mattress, strong hands keeping a hold on your hips as he forced you to deepen your arch, fucking expertly into your gspot? would you tell him how good he was doing if he did that? tell him he’s the only one for you? that he belongs to you, and you, to him?

brain overflowing with possible scenarios to try, he lets his thought slip, “yours,” he groans out, “‘m all yours” he whimpers, feeling a little dizzy at his now constricted flow of air, thanks to your perfect legs draped around his head, ankles crossing behind him and squeezing his head in the process, as you’re rapidly approaching high creeps up on you

“yes you are, all mine choso,” you confirm, voice raising in pitch, “m-my good boy” you finish out as your high crashes over you

his eyes roll to the back of his head, threatening to get stuck there as he whines and whimpers into your pussy, using all the brainpower he had left to lap up the new juices that were dripping out of your hole every time you jerked forward, wave after wave of your high making you arch forward on yourself

his cock spurting out long and hot ropes of cum into his boxers, moans muffled as he fucks his strong hips into the mattress as hard as he can, visualizing behind his eyes that he’s fucking his load deep into your womb and not wasting it in his pants,

not realizing his determined tongue was still hastily continuing his ministrations on your pussy from being so lost in thought untill you use the hold you had on his hair to pull his head back, “ ‘s sensitive choso,” you whimper, breath rising and falling rapidly having experienced one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had.

“sorry..” he mumbles, mouth still dropped open as he lays his head against you leg, juices completely coating the bottom half of his mouth. you would feel embarrassed at the sight if your mind wasn’t incredibly foggy from your prior orgasm. how pretty he looked with his face decorated in your cum didn’t look half bad either.

“did so good for me choso, came so hard cos of you.” you give him a dopey grin, feeling his own cock twitching at the attention, and you watch his hips jerk forward into the mattress at your words, “didn’t realize ur praise kink was this bad cho,” you giggle, hand coming down to caress his sticky face,

“oh..” he revels, pausing for a beat, “is that what it is?”

[yrqrnc]

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 STRAY KIDS : SMILING WEIRD AT THEM UNTIL THEY NOTICE

genre: fluff, crack, pranks

pairing: skz x reader

bringing the tiktok pranks back bcs i need funny headcanon ideas to write 😁🙏🏻

some member's parts might be a bit shorter than the rest bcs i wrote some while being sugar high at 2:50 in the morning so pls excuse that

leave comments, reblog, and feedbacks pls <3

𖤐 CHAN : —

is 70% concerned 30% holding his laugh

you approached him and started a normal conversation on a very normal thursday afternoon so he thought everything was nice and ok in the house and with you???

he guesses not, a minute or two into the talk 😟

bcs why are you smiling at him in a way that would summon his sleep paralysis demon at night???

he already sleeps so less now he fears he will have to sleep even less.

is too worried to say anything about it because what if this is actually your true smile and you’re just getting comfortable around him and he hurts your feelings by making a comment about it?

right????

but he’s also starting to get scared because wHAT HAPPENED TO HIS BABY YOU’VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE 😭😭😭 WHAT WENT WRONG ⁉️

PLS BRING THEM BACK 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

doesn’t say anything but gets so tensed during the convo and gives you this look that has you breaking character shortly after, bcs you burst out laughing and going back to that cute big smile he was used to and the one he adored.

(sorry, writer-break-in: now if anyone comments abt how they ugly laugh, i’m gonna smash my guitar on your head. chris says that’s cute, so it’s cute. you don’t get a say.)

then he’s like “oh ☺️ that’s it. here they are <3”

thinks about it when he lays in his bed at night tho

might make him rethink everything and consider your health (mental & physical) for a couple days 😕👎🏻

𖤐 MINHO : —

right, ok. so, he notices it so quick

this man is VERYYY very very observant and he knows you like the back of his hand

so the moment you flash your worst smile as he’s in the midst of talking, taking just the chance when he looked to the side for a sec—

he catches it from his peripheral vision, snaps his head at you and he goes 🤨⁉️ (15% concerned 85% judging)

stares at you silently for a while after that, trying to figure you out

🧍🏻😾❓️ (yes.)

when you act completely normal and ask him why he stopped, telling him to continue and all that, he cautiously goes back to saying what he had been talking about

but then you pull your shit again and he catches it this time too right away

(bcs he’s always looking at you when he’s talking. he looks at you when you’re talking too. he looks at you. he just loves looking at you, that’s honestly it. bro is just an eye-contact and make their knees weak type of person)

and he knows he isn’t high

looks straight at you and goes — “what’s wrong with this one... 😐”

and you’re all like “what??? 😠🦿🦿 what’s wrong w me???” bcs how dare he say that in that tone

“why are u making yourself look like that plushie whose face doongie scratched up last week”

LMAOOOO 😭😭😭 SAVE YOURSELF

so you’re throwing hands now (& terribly failing) and this is the only part of your stupid prank that minho is finding fun

𖤐 CHANGBIN : —

HELP.

doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry someone pls take him away from you 🙁🙏🏻

he’s just casually telling you about this sick rap that he came up with yesterday night in the studio

and you’re nodding and laughing, and he turns to focus on you more and finds you like: 😁 i mean 👹???

and the lOOK THAT PASSES THROUGH HIS EYES AND THE WAY HIS SMILE DROPS SO SLOWLY

WITH AN EYE TWITCH TOO

LORD HELP ME

no HELP SEO CHANGBIN ACTUALLY

bro freezes but then he tries to play it chill, chuckling and being like “right... 😄☝🏻 hahah hahahahah so i was saying... ”

but you keep doing it and he can’t ignore it anymore 😔

“...baby what’s wrong? do you feel sick?” and that too in such a scared voice yOU CAN'T KEEP UP THE ACT ANYMORE

once you tell him it’s a prank, relief washes over him like cold water on a scorching hot summer day and he laughs along with you

might haunt him when he’s alone in his studio at midnight tho

𖤐 HYUNJIN : —

judges you.

no i’m not even gonna try to be funny first

HE JUDGES 👨‍⚖️

you do it and he instantly goes “😦���� what the fuck”

and you’re like “what? what happened?”

and he doesn’t even know what to say

then he switches up just as quickly and starts yapping again

but you do it again too

and he’s so fed up he goes “dude tf wrong w u 🙄”

and when you keep doing it, he starts iMITATING YOU TO MOCK YOU😭😭

now you’re both just flaring your teeth and gums at each other while cackling in between too, and anyone watching would’ve started praying honestly

later that day, after finding out it was a prank he’s just thinking... why is my partner like this... 😟

he loves u tho <3

𖤐 JISUNG : —

honestly bro...

he finds you adorable :(

like, you guys are casually talking one evening

and he’s telling you about this new anime he watched recently, that almost made him cry

and he’s telling you the amazing sad plot and all, and out of nowhere you just 😁

first he’s really caught off guard bcs... girl (gn!) what 😟 i said??? i almost???? CRIED??? HEARTBREAK?????

but then he just looks at you as you keep up w the goofiness when he speaks again, and he thinks to himself

:(“i love this idiot so much even tho i do feel half irritated and offended right now”

bcs even if you’re pulling your ugliest smile rn, he loves that sparkle in your eyes as you stifle a laugh back and the way almost break character everytime you make eye contact with him

sorry guys this is getting soft but

jisung just loves you very much ☹️☹️☹️

prank is all forgotten, you are just two young people in love <3

𖤐 FELIX : —

i would say he already knows what the trend is, but that’s really boring so let’s pretend that he’s actually getting fooled here.

the moment he sees u doing it, that epic felix thing happens again— where his smile gradually just drops and he has that :0 face in the funniest way

he isn’t sure if he should speak bcs what if that unleashes more of that demon in u 😓

he’s torn between two things actually: should he hug you and try to squish the demonic smile out of you, or should be just stay away and give u your space until ur okay again

bcs he isn’t sure about how fine you are with the way you’re smiling at him right now

he might just be like:

“haha hahahahah hahahah ok we laughed now can we pls have my partner and their sweet smile back 🙁”

genuinely doesn’t know what to do

half of him is scared, half finds you very cute, some other bits are thinking of ways to get back on a a prank of his lololololz

he decides to continue speaking bcs maybe you’ll get distracted by the talk and come back to him normally again

doesn’t happen. so now he’s just there and thinking abt how to fix u 😞🙏🏻

𖤐 SEUNGMIN : —

you hate him

you hate him so bad

he doesn’t give you any reaction AT ALL 😐👎🏻

you start off gentle at first, right, like doing it when he wasn’t looking and then gradually more intensely and so he could clearly see

but nothing. no weird looks. no comments. no judgement.

NOTHING AT ALL?!^#^*@#,

at some point you get all up in his face and you’re like 😁😁😁👹😁😁😁👹😁😁❓️❓️❓️

and mf just keeps talking like nothing is wrong or off

it gets you more and more frustrated with each passing second but man, if you’d put that irritation aside and looked more closely into his facial expressions,

you would’ve seen the way the corner of his mouth lifted in the slightest and that glint of mischief in his eye

but you don’t 🙄

when you finally give up and go “babe why aren’t you asking me why i’m smiling weird??? 😕”

he... he says... he’s like—

“huh? but don’t you always smile like that?”

damn y/n 😥💔 that’s how it was huh

you’re abt to poke his eyeballs out and then shit tears yourself

jk dw tho he’s just teasing you

he stays with felix enough to know about these ideas

and from how you’ve done multiple pranks on him before, everytime you do something weird or out of place now, he just assumes you’re onto some prank

𖤐 JEONGIN : —

HE GETS SCARED PLS DONT😭

NO LIKE he actually starts taking it in all the wrong ways

when he sees you smiling like that.. there’s this STORM of emotions that starts cooking up inside him 😭

“are they ok” “are they mad at me and trying to play it off” “is this a trick move” “is this a prank and if so how should i react that it would make me seem cool and—”

but then... SUDDENLY

he suddenly remembers this piece of information he read on the internet LONG time back, like, AGES ago !! that said like

if someone is having a stroke or about to, their smile will be crooked / really weird and off/abnormal

....

no way... right ?

HIS BABY 😟😕🥺🥺😭😭😭 (emojis are satire im not—)

“...baby 😨😰 i think... i think you’re about to have a stroke 😣 or ARE YOU HAVING IT ALREADY 😰😢😢 HAS IT STARTED😭⁉️”

now ur not sure if u should stop or continue and whether u should laugh, cry or bonk him in the head

but he’s just a jeongin 🙁🎀

[ilwonuu]

Really enjoyed your recent Jaehyun fic! Can I please request shower sex with Jaehyun + maybe a few more rounds after?

anon..i love this idea. i know im gonna have so much fun writing this. thank you for your request!!! <3

₊˚ෆ let me have you ₊˚ෆ

�� jeong jaehyun

𓍯 pairing- nonidolbf!jaehyun x fem reader, established relationship, sweetdom!jaehyun x sub reader

𓍯 warnings- shower sex, unprotected sex(u alr know), multiple rounds, riding, lazy sex, dirty talk( jaehyun skhskwhsbsbwvam), multiple creampies, pet names (reader is called baby), needy reader & jaehyun, kissing, they are too horny bye, lmk what else

𓍯 a/n- im so sorry this is literally so late… I HOPE YOH LIKE (i was feral when i wrote this so im sorry if it is crazy idek.. lmk what u think)

you and jaehyun have been running around all day non stop. finishing errands you needed to get done. finally getting home around 7pm. both of you exhausted wanting to get into bed quickly.

of course jaehyun suggested you two shower together. so that’s exactly what you were doing. his hands were quick to start roaming your body.

“you look so beautiful.” he whispers in your ear as his hand rubs against your thigh. “jaehyun please.” a smirk against his lips as he kisses against your neck.

“tell me what you want baby.” his hand parting your legs as you grips your hip with his other hand. “touch me. i need you.”

his kisses against your neck are now sloppy as you feel his thumb against your clit as he pushes two fingers inside you.

“oh- jaehyun please more.” his smirk hasn’t left his lips. “you feeling greedy baby? want my dick already?” his fingers speeding up as he watches your eyes fall shut at the feeling.

“don’t you want to cum baby?” he teases as he slows his fingers. “i w-want to cum with you- fuck please.” he smiles pulling you into a kiss.

pulling his fingers out of you but not stopping his thumb against your clit. his other hand grabbing his dick. stopping his thumb to wrap your leg around his waist.

“look at me.” he says grabbing your face to keep eye contact with him. his dick slowly pushing inside of you.

“yeah- fuck baby. you’re so good for me.” your moans and whimpers already flowing out of you as he starts to rock his hips into you. the warm water against your bodies making your mind hazy.

his mouth is sucking your neck. he leaves nips against your shoulder, receiving a loud moan from you. the pace of his hips making you squirm. he grabs ahold of your hair making you kiss him.

your hips rolling to meet his thrusts. “yeah baby you like that? you’re so fucking wet.” he says with a small laugh, disbelief as he watches your eyes start to roll back. “my pretty girl gonna cum?” his voice almost making you cum.

“jaehyun p-please.” he grabs your neck with his free hand, gently pulling you into a kiss. “want my cum baby? tell me.” his tone shifting as you look at his eyes.

his dark eyes piercing you with lust as he grabs you hip to rock with his thrusts. “please cum in m-me oh fuck. i’m coming!” his mouth against your nipple sending you over the edge as you clench around him.

“yeah- fuck you take it so well baby.” you coming undone all over his dick. his hips stuttering shortly after. he comes so deep inside you, painting your walls as his hips sloppily milk his cum in you.

“you’re gonna be the death of me fuck y/n.” his hips slowing down as he pulls you into another kiss. “want to ride you so bad jae-“ he’s pulling his dick out of you slowly with a smile.

“anything you want baby.” he smiles as you two finally finishing washing your bodies. not like its gonna matter that you showered. he’s guiding you out the shower as he dries the two of you off. “come here baby.”

he says as he sits back against your headboard. you climbing onto his lap as quick as you could. “such a needy girl. come on baby you gonna let me have you? want you to be mine only. show me.”

his dirty talk going straight to your pussy as you line up his dick with your entrance. his hands immediately going to your hips as you kiss him softly. you rubbing against him painfully slow for the both of you.

“fuck baby don’t t-tease fuuck.” you stopping his thoughts as you lower yourself onto him. “feel so good jaehyun.” your eyes rolling back as you start to move your hips, jaehyun’s hands on your hips guiding you.

“just like that- fuck baby you’re so perfect for me.” both of your moans filling the room. “jaehyun- so deep- i can’t!” he shakes his head.

“take it baby shit- you gonna cum pretty?” one of his hands neglecting your hip to fondle your breast.

“want you to cum for me. make a pretty mess. can you do that for me?” his hips now fucking up to meet your movements.

“fuck you don’t know how hard it was for me not to fuck you in the car. you would’ve liked that huh? the possibility of someone seeing me fuck you so good. s-shit.”

you’re clenching around him as your hips stop their movements. his hips now fucking up into you as he hits the spot you need. you moaning out almost coming then.

“right there baby? you look so fucking pretty.” his words making you cum instantly. “f-fuck you’re so tight.” he lets out a deep groan as his load fills you. you fall against his chest as you try to catch your breath.

“you okay baby? you think i can get another round out of you?” you nod mindlessly as he lifts you off of his lap.

“you’re doing the work, my legs are burning.” he just laughs as he positions himself the lay behind you. he opens your legs, you feel his dick rub your slit teasingly.

“jaehyun- don’t tease please.” he leaves a few kisses against your neck. “you’re so impatient baby.” he laughs as he pushes his dick inside you. the third time you’re feeling this stretch. you’re not complaining though.

“fuck me jaehyun oh-“ his hips rolling into you slowly as he releases low grunts and groans into your ear. “you are fucking m-made for me baby.” his words making your arousal practically flow out of you.

“you’re so wet- im sliding right in baby.” you are so far gone now. his dick hitting the perfect spot over and over. his dirty talk and moans are intoxicating. you are so far gone you didn’t even get to warn as you came all over his dick.

“fuck- im coming. so fucking messy baby.” his dick twitches inside you as load fills you again. you moaning at the feeling of him fucking you through your highs.

“take it all- fuck you’re so perfect baby.” he pulls your face back slightly to kiss your lips. pulling out of you slowly him getting up to grab a rag to clean you. him coming back with the rag. cleaning you softly as he plants kisses around your body.

“you’re so pretty.” you blush smiling at him. he smiles pulling you into another kiss before finishing cleaning you up. climbing next to you to pull you into his arms.

[johnnie-guilberts-eyeliner]

Read ur NSFW alphabet for johnnie and was wondering if u could write smth inspired by the dirty secret section? like the reader walking in on him while he's jacking off to pics of her or smth? also idk ur boundaries so I'm sorry if this is overstepping or smth😭<3

pls don't worry anon you're fine 😭

Johnnie Guilbert X fem!Reader SMUT (she/her pronouns used)

Pls lmk how I did! This is my first real fic!

for context you and johnnie have been dating for close to two years now, and you moved in w him and his best friend Jake webber, who is a fellow YouTuber/musician like johnnie. You were going about your day doing your usual house chores when it came time for laundry, you walked into you and Johnnie's shared room without knocking and holding a basket full of yours and his mixed clean clothes. When you opened the door all you could see was johnnie sitting in his gaming chair, phone in hand on your Instagram while the other hand held onto his rather large boner. You immediately dropped the clothes and that's what got his attention. "Oh my gosh baby I am so sorry" johnnie profusely apologizes and dead ass chucks his phone at the bed, which didn't work well for him because it landed face up, showing you exactly what he was looking at. You looked at his phone to see your latest Instagram shoot where you looked extra good in your halter top, miniskirt, fishnets and Platformed boots (you can imagine something else if you'd like) you smiled and looked up at his nervous expression and sauntered over to him. Kneeling in front of him. "aw sweetheart, don't apologize I'll help you" you smiled up at him lovingly before putting your hand on his face and kissing him to which he hungrily kissed back before nodding. You kneeled back down and took his gorgeous cock in your hand before licking the tip and easing his length into your mouth and beginning to Bob your head around him. He can't help but whimper and moan as you do so. As you continue to suck him you look up and make eye contact with him as he let's out a rather loud whimper, signaling he was close. You doubled your efforts and pushed on and kept going and eventually increased speed and that's exactly what he needed to finish, you soon feel his hot seed shoot down your throat. You swallow it before he grabs your face and pulls you onto his lap so you're now straddling him in his chair, and he kisses you hungrily. He tugs at your shorts and you get off him for a second to take your shorts and panties off before getting back on his lap and grinding on his length as he kisses you feverishly again. You then take his cock in your hand and guide it through your folds, earning a moan from him. You line him up with your hole and sit for a moment to adjust to his size. "Always so tight for me babygirl" johnnie moans out as he holds your face and looks into your eyes. No matter how many times yall had sex, you always needed a second to adjust to his size because he's a bit bigger than average. You both moan out loud as you begin to increase your speed in riding him, as speed increases so does the moaning and groaning. He's got his hands around your waist with a death grip. He then leans up and starts leaving hickies and bites in very visible places, which he knew she loved. You moan out at this and increase speed even more to which he responds by pounding into your wet cunt with more speed. "Ooooh johnnie baby 'm close 'm close" you can't help but moan out as you hold his face as he continues fucking you. "cum for me my love" he says as he continues matching your speed and fucking your cunt. And that was all you needed to finish. You finished on a very hard leg shaking orgasm. He followed shortly after "where do you want it baby?" He asks on the edge of orgasm. You respond by fucking down on his cock even more, to which he also came very hard shooting his hot cum Inside you. He kisses you after he finishes, cock still inside you. He picks you up from the chair and lays you on the bed before going Into your shared bathroom and grabbing a wash rag and coming back in to press it to your sensitive and recovering pussy before discarding it in the hamper and crawling into bed with you, pulling the covers over you both and pulling you close into him "I love you so much y/n" johnnie says in his sleepy voice, to which you respond with "I love you too Johnnie, more than you could ever imagine" you say before kissing him again and falling asleep on his chest.

(also pls don't mind any spelling errors💀)

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No Filter p.2

Eddie munson × fem!reader

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You stood in your kitchen with a fresh cup of punch in your hand. You trailed inside shortly after Eddie left to the bathroom, desperately needing a cold drink to calm your nerves. You winced with each sip of your drink, wishing you just opted for a beer instead. 

Eddie had been gone for not even ten minutes and you tried to not think about what he was doing in there. Maybe he was kidding about jerking off? He definitely didn't seem like it. You looked down at your cup and ran your fingers through the droplets of condensation.

Meanwhile, Eddie was sitting on the bathroom floor, legs spread out and hand still on his belt buckle.

"This is ridiculous…" He mumbled. 

He couldn't get his belt undone.

Eddie had busted into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, ripping away at his belt so he could bust a quick one. And it's already been five minutes with no luck.

He palmed himself through his jeans and whined, closing his eyes and laying his head on his shoulder. His hands felt like jelly, fingers unable to loop into his belt and unravel it.

He groaned and smacked a hand on the floor before gripping his hands onto the sink and clumsily pulling himself up.

Eddie stared at himself in the mirror for a second, mouth formed into a small o and eyes squinting.

"You.." He pointed at himself. "are hot." He leaned forward and kissed the mirror before cackling. "She totally thinks you're hot…"

He let out an exaggerated sigh before fumbling with the door handle, pushing his weight on it a little too hard as the door swung open. He tripped forward and caught himself, breathing out a puff of air in relief.

You saw a glimpse of Eddie walk by the kitchen doorway as he exited the bathroom, quickly following him and grabbing his hand.

His head whipped around so fast that he winced and held his head, blinking a few times.

You giggled, slapping his arm when his eyes focused on you and he whistled, dramatically looking you up and down.

"Well hellloooo-"

"Eddie… no more drinking." You sternly held eye contact as he nodded and a smirk appeared on his lips.

"I mean it, Munson!"

"Okay, okay… jeeeeeeez.." He held his hand you weren't holding up and pulled you toward the front door.

"Wanna go for a walk with you…" He leaned his head down toward you, swallowing down a laugh when he saw some pink spread across your face.

The night breeze felt cool against your hot face and you took a few deep breaths. You were itching to talk about earlier, but should wait until the morning. But you really.. really wanted to-

"So you're crushin' on me, huh?" Eddie grinned and bumped his arm against yours, swaying your hands back and forth and bouncing his feet with each step.

You scoffed and looked away from him, your eyes trailing along the many cars parked along the secluded street. The houses were pretty far apart, only lining one side of the street. 

"I mean, that's fine if you are.. cause I'm totally crushin' on you too." He laughed from his throat, smiling wide and feeling giddy.

You stopped walking and pulled him from the street, standing more toward where the cars are parked near the trees.

"Eddie…" You bashfully smiled and looked at him through your eyelashes.

"y/n…" He said back, tone mimicking yours and eyelashes batting.

He held both of your hands and pulled you a little closer, thumbs rubbing over your knuckles.

"Yeah.. you could say I've been crushin' on you. I didn't know you…" You shut your eyes and sighed. "I feel bad, Eddie. I didn't know you felt the same way. I kinda just… ruled it out-"

"Well.. I have, sweetheart. For a while actually.." He cleared his throat. "I uh…" His head tilted back as he looked at the night sky, trying to give his head a moment so he could speak clearly. His mind was still fuzzy.

"Since Robin and Steve introduced us at the Hideout…" He smiled and you watched the stars sparkle in his eyes as he observed them.

You were in awe and couldn't speak, so he continued. 

"Never felt that way before… God, you looked so damn pretty."  Eddie's eyes trailed down to you, head still leaned back.

"You were wearin' that light blue sundress… hah, stood out like a fuckin' sore thumb in that place."

"Eddie…" You whispered, biting onto your bottom lip as you felt your eyes sting and warmth spread across your chest.

"I didn't think you'd like someone like me.." You looked down and played with his rings.

"Why wouldn't I!?" He scoffed, eyes narrowing. 

"Because I'm not that very pr-"

"If you say it, I'm gonna…" He pursed his lips and frantically looked around before spotting a tree branch and ripping a few leaves off. "- I'm gonna shove this in your mouth." He raised his eyebrows, waiting to see if you dared to even finish your sentence.

He hated when you talked bad about your appearance, because he loved absolutely everything about you. He just never got to say it with each time you'd complain about an outfit or how your hair was styled that day. 

Your eyes widened and you watched him as he stilled, waiting for you to speak with a face that said 'don't test me'.

"Because I'm- hey!!" You squealed when he lunged forward, covering your mouth with your hands and giggling as he grabbed you.

You bumped into one of the cars and Eddie grabbed your waist to steady you, both of your laughs bubbling in your chest.

"Ahhh you're just so dang cute, look at you.." He moved one hand from your waist and pinched your cheek.

You groaned and shoved your face into his chest. Eddie hummed and placed a hand onto the back of your head, intertwining his fingers in your hair. You pulled your head up, chin still resting against his chest, gazing at his lips. 

"You hungry or somethin'?" He snickered at you before you rolled your eyes and sat back against the car.

"Kinda.." You mumbled while glancing at his lips again, immediately feeling your ears get hot at your boldness.

He smirked, scrunching his nose before leaning down and lightly pecking you on the lips.

"Sorry, sweets. Gonna have to pay up if you want somethin' real." He crossed his arms and winked, eyes lazy and smile lopsided. 

You frowned at him before going on your toes to kiss his cheek, feeling his lips pull into a grin.

You pulled back and looked at him expectantly. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the other side. You rolled your eyes and kissed the other side just before he grabbed your jaw and crashed his lips to yours. 

He was, somehow, really good at kissing for someone who was inexperienced. He knew exactly what to do, and it made you so fucking wet when he ran his hand down your wide so rest just above your ass. You could taste the alcohol still strong on his tongue.

Eddie moaned into your mouth when you pulled his hair at the base of his neck, dragging him down closer to you as he roughly grabbed your ass. You shifted on your feet to rub your thighs together, your wetness already soaking through your panties. He shoved himself further against you and you could feel his dick pressing painfully against his jeans. You whined when he kissed down to your jaw and your ear, his hips moving into yours as you lifted one leg.

"Oh fuck-" He groaned and grabbed onto your thigh that was hiked up on his waist before aggressively picking you up and sitting you down on the hood of whoevers car that was.

"I'm gonna fuck you- right on this car.." He chuckled as he sloppily kissed your neck and fumbled with his belt.

All the air that was in your lungs was sucked out. God, you ached so, so bad. You could have came just from the view- his hair was a mess, lips swollen, face slightly pink, leather jacket hanging off one shoulder, and his t-shirt all stretched from you grabbing at it.

"Stupid fuckin-" 

You leaned forward and swatted his hands out of the way, fervently undoing his belt and reaching your hand into his pants, palming him through his boxers a bit before dipping your fingers into the waistband.

Eddie slumped forward and loudly slapped his hands on the hood of the car, arms caging you in. His face was just inches from yours, eyes screwed shut as you began to pump him.

"I-if you keep doin' that I might… Uhhh fuck.. might cum.." He panted as you gave him a few more strokes.

He pulled away from you and scowled when you seductively laughed and nibbled his neck.

"Fuckin minx-" He grabbed your legs and pushed them up onto the car, spreading your thighs open before shoving his face into your pussy.

You shrieked and grabbed onto his hair, body falling back onto the hood of the car. He hushed you before his fingers pulled your panties to the side, mouthing and licking at your pussy like he was depraved. You covered your mouth with one of your hands to muffle your moans, thighs trembling as he smoothed his hands over your thighs and groaned into you.

He pulled back and lifted his shirt to wipe his mouth. You swallowed when your eyes raked down his bare torso before meeting his eyes as he hovered over you.

"Gotta make this quick, baby… don't know who's car this is." He huffed a nervous laugh and yelped when you pulled him into you by his jacket, exploring his mouth with your tongue as he groaned.

You reached down to his dick again and slid yourself down, rolling your hips against his leaking tip. He grunted when you took the tip in.

"W-wait. I don't have a con-"

"Birth control." You mumbled against his mouth before taking him in, wanton moans coming out of your throat.

"Oh oka- Holy fuuuuuuck." He choked out a groan and dropped his face into your neck, panting with each roll of your hips.

Eddie suddenly felt self conscious. He didn't know what to do. What if he thrusted the wrong way? Was he too small? Maybe he should just eat you out instead. Wait- unless he's bad at that too. This is a bad idea-

"y/n…" He whimpered.

"F-feel so good, Eds… so deep.." You grabbed onto the back of his neck, sultry moans coming out of your lips right in his ear.

"Yeah..? Y-you like it? Really?" He perked his head up, some confidence pooling in his chest as he let out a low, rough moan that bubbled out from his chest. He roamed his hands around your body, grabbing at your tits and sucking on the swell that popped out of your bra.

"Ah.. God… uh-huh… love it." 

Eddie pulled his body away from you, your arms moving down to his forearms as his fingers dug into your hips. He slowly grinded against you, watching as your face twisted when you panted and moaned his name. 

He clenched his jaw as he sharply fucked into you. You yelped in pleasure and he stilled, arms trembling before he did it again, and again, and again.

"It's s-so wet… all f'me? — uh-huh? God… ohgodohgod— fuck.. you love it–" He purred.

"Shit i-... Jesus I t-think I'm close–"

"Wrap your legs around me, baby"

"F-fuck you're so b…beautiful"

The car was rocking back and forth, squeaking with each hard thrust of his cock into you. He grunted, and groaned, and growled. His erratic breathing matching with yours, it was a great sight. You were so, so close.. 

"Eddie you're.. so, s-so good… I wanna.. ughhh wanna cum on your— ohh-" You felt the coil tighten.

"Oh.. my… god.. you- you just got so tight–" He rasped, breath getting caught in his throat and eyes widening. 

Eddie's thrusts got sloppier the closer you got to your peak, his erratic breathing abruptly stopping before he fell forward and began relentlessly fucking you through both of your highs.

He gasped out a strangled moan as he rocked the car back and forth, your legs wrapping around his waist as you mewled and babbled praises into his ear.

"Please…tell me that this isn't a dream.." He mumbled, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. 

His chest heaved as his body went limp on you, face nuzzling into your neck and kissing a trail up to your lips. 

"It's very real, Eds. You just drank like.. a lot." You snorted out a laugh and kissed his chin as he grinned at you. 

"Still feel all fuzzy n'shit.." He hissed as he pulled out of you. 

He pulled off his jacket and used the black and red plaid undershirt to stop the cum from dripping from your thighs. You twitched when he touched your leg and he looked at you, panic apparent on his face.

"No-no it's fine. Just sensitive.." You waved your hand and smiled when his face twisted into realization, nodding as he cleaned you up.

Eddie hummed as he leaned into you, a dopey smile on his face as you grabbed his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss as he clasped his hands behind his back.

"Your fucked out face is s'pretty~" His eyes sparkled as he looked down at you, your hands still on his cheeks.

You scrunched your nose and jumped when you heard a loud laugh, whipping around to see Robin walking down the street in your direction, yelling a way too loud "bye bitch" to Steve.

Eddie's eyes bulged out as he quickly smoothed out your dress and threw his jacket back on, bunching up the shirt he used as a cum rag and stuffing it under his arm. 

"Oh- Hey guys!" Robin waved over to you as she came up to the car, pulling out her keys.

"I-is this… your car?" You slowly lifted your hand and pointed to the vehicle.

"Yep! You know how I finally got my license last month? Welp- finally got this bad boy. Was gonna surprise you-" She slapped her hand on the roof and smoothed her hand over the surface, looking at it fondly and smiling to herself.

"It's awfully squeaky– ow!"

You elbowed Eddie in the ribs before pushing him aside to walk over to Robin, casually talking to her about the car before she made her departure.

" 'It's awfully squeaky'– really?! " You stomped up to him and bit your cheek when he doubled over, cackling like it's the funniest thing in the world. 

"You're… so weird." You cringed at him before grinning ear to ear.

"Mhm…" He sighed dramatically and stretched his arms, looking at the sky and then down to you, and then back to the sky again.

"Can't believe that out of aaaaaaaall these stars, I got the best one." He gave you a silly smile and poked your nose before kissing it.

You whined at his cheesy-ness before giving him a quick kiss and pulling him back toward your house.

"We should shower once everyone leaves… all sticky and sweaty and yucky-"

"We?" His jaw dropped and his eyes widened as you nodded and smirked.

He let go of your hand and started running up the walkway and into your house.

"Alright everyone! Party is over! Get the fuck out!" His arms were sweeping across the air in the direction of the front door.

You gaped at him and put a hand to your head.

"Eddie!?" 

"You got like- 10 seconds!"

"Come on, come on, yep, move your legs- that's what they're for–"

Everyone filtered out of your home as you stood there in shock, watching as Eddie bowed at the front door before slamming the door shut and spinning on his heels to face you.

"Let's take a shower, sweetheart." He smugly smiled as you licked your lips.

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if the mickey being donalds old super supportive college roommate who donald couldn’t stand who eventually became a famous hollywood actor is still canon in DT17 universe, I’d assume that they lost contact after college and mickey wasn’t there for the downfall of everything. :( CONTEXT BEFORE I START YAPPING!!!

ANYWAYS cringe headcanon but I like to think maybe donmicks friendship was a little fruity back in college ….and it made donald question everything . Maybe mickey was unknowingly leading donald on while he was already in a relationship w minnie (hee hee theyre college sweethearts love u mickmin) BY LEADING ON i dont mean like Mickey being like I Want You Donald 👅I think maybe because he was just so freaking nice to donald. he believed in him, he always took care of him when he was upset, took him seriously despite being a bit oblivious at times, and like daisy, he was one of the only people who could understand him just fine, and mickey would probably say some crazy homosexual shit that you wouldn’t normally tell ur male roommate and friend (just think mickey shorts mickey but 40% gayer) and he’d think it’s completely normal and platonic and donald would be going nuts because JESUS CHRIST!:$:!:$/! Why is my “straight” homie with a whole ass girlfriend treating me like this. and why do I like it So Much. emotional edging challenge idk . donald thought he was annoying but he really really really rely rlly rlly had a huge crush on him to the point where his feelings became more annoying and an inconvenience than mickey himself

so he I think he stopped actively trying to contact him after they graduated and since mick got famous shortly after which pretty much made it impossible to reach him. Donald probably told himself it was because mickey was annoying and clingy and a loud theatre kid who was too full of himself and he lowkey hated him, but it was also because he didn’t wanna get played by MICKEY MOUSE of all people. lol

OMG I LIKE TO THINK GOOFY WAS A ROOMMATE TOO!! They were like a trio. I have quite a few headcanons of them in their college days and maybe I’ll share it later. doesnt even have to relate to ducktales I think its just goof don and mick in college being silly

(ALSO kinda unrelated but i think goof and don stayed in contact but only really started talking again once they had kids to take care of)

(ALSO ALSO GUYS FRANK LITERALLY SAID MOST OF DT17 MICKEYS CHARACTERISTICS ENDED UP IN STORKULES. WHOS LITERALLY HEAD OVER HEELS OBSESSED WITH DONALD. Anyways)

( Sorry if this makes no sense I’m tired and I’m thinking about Disney yaoi )

(Edit I wrote this at 1 in the morning yesterday sorry if its super OOC I think I was going thru it LMFAOOO)

[reidsluvva]

oblivion.

sypnosis. - spencer is saddened by y/n’s recent date. pairing. - spencer reid x fem!bau!reader content/warnings. - angst, bit of drinking, unrequited love but not rly, tons of miscommunication, elle’s story is very different, spencer has headaches even before s6 but timeline is just overall wonky, spencer is stupid

y/n’s phone lit up on the table, signaling a notification.

“hey y/n! who’s “alex”?” emily asked in a teasing tone. y/n buried her face in her hands as she let out a chuckle.

“emily it isn’t polite to look at other people’s phones! besides, it’s just a guy whom i went out with last week.” y/n said, her tone gradually becoming softer and quieter. the bau on the other hand, already kind of tipsy, started cheering.

their loud yells quickly filled the room. y/n has been in the bau for 4 years, but in the time they’ve known her she had always turned down every guy who ever asked her out, so this was quite exciting and unusual. derek was teasing her about being secretive, emily was talking about how she’s offended y/n didn’t tell her, jj and penelope were very impatiently asking for details, and hotch and rossi were just laughing. the only one who didn’t even say a word was spencer. he was sitting across from y.n. he just looked unfocused and disoriented, which was quite unusual. when emily glanced at him concerningly he just gave her a short smile.

after y/n told them some details (it really wasn’t much, they met at a park and he had a very pretty dog whom y/n complimented, thus they started chatting and eventually went out to a restaurant together) the room got a bit quieter, and gradually they shifted onto other topics. though spencer still wasn’t saying a word. he made eye contact w y/n, and as she was about to ask if everything is okay, spencer just got up and started going towards the door.

“hey hey what’s wrong?” penelope chimed towards him.

“nothing, i’m just dizzy so i’m going to get some fresh air.” he nodded, and shortly afterward left the room.

“i’m gonna check up on him, i have meds.” y/n said as she walked towards the door. the others just nodded, y/n has helped spencer with headaches before so this wasn’t out of the usual. but y/n felt incredibly anxious. she noticed the shift in spencer’s body language once the topic became her date. and she was confused.

she found spencer sitting on a bench in front of the house.

“hey, i got u algopyrin in case your head hurts? maybe it also helps with the dizziness.” she said as she sat down next to him, leaving about 6 inches between them. much to her shock, spencer didn’t react, instead he just shuffled away from her. she opened her eyes wide and stood up, facing him, full of concern.

“okay what’s wrong spencer?” she crossed her arms, signaling her shift in attitude. he just turned his head to the side. “oh come on, please talk to me!” she said, now sounding more desperate.

“why did you go out with him?” he mumbled.

“what?” she furrowed her brows. she wanted confirmation that she heard him correctly.

“why did you go out with him?” he said, now louder and facing y/n. he was looking at her like she’d just stabbed him in the back.

“why shouldn’t i have gone out with him? i’m confused.” she said, now lowering her arms to the side, a million thoughts racing in her head. does he know something about alex? or does spencer not want her to go out with others because he likes her? no, no, logically that couldn’t be the case.

“be-because y/n, you just shouldn’t. you should know better.” he huffed.

“what the hell are you talking about spencer?” she said, her tone now a bit louder.

“what did he do better? was he better looking? i know i have flaws, i know i’m weird, but-”

“what?” she practically yelled. “reid are you saying you wanted to go out with me?”

“yes, y/n, obviously! for a very very long time, and i think i’ve been very clear.”

“oh cut the crap spencer. i have been waiting on you for four years. you can’t suddenly decide u want me as soon as i get with someone else. four years spen-”

“no you haven’t, what?” his voice was like a whisper. he was genuinely confused but to her he just seemed cocky.

“you can’t be serious. i waited on u for FOUR years, and you know what you did? after two years of me hopelessly admiring you, which i am sure as a profiler you did not fucking miss, not that i was so subtle about it, you decide to have a little makeout sesh with some random actress you literally met like a few days prior. you know how invaluable i felt? and how just utterly stupid i felt? and then you go and ignore me for a month, refusing to even stand next to me. was that you being ‘very clear��? i felt so, so dumb, because for a while i really did think you liked me, spencer. and then for another two years all i listened to was elle talking my ear off about how much she liked you. i listened to her gush about every special interaction of yours, your plane rides where she would sleep on your shoulder. and me being the idiot i am, i still couldn’t let go of you. like a stupid little girl wanting to live in a fantasy.”

at this point she noticed her words were somewhat nonsensical, but by now solely her emotions fueled her. her voice was wobbly and her eyes became red. she felt way too sober for someone who’s just had three glasses of red wine.

“and then, she tells you how she feels, which i, as stupid as i am encouraged her to do, because why on earth wouldn’t you wanna go out with elle goddamn greenaway? she’s practically perfect! then you pull up with your little speech about how dating in the bau isn’t allowed, and then i realized- i am stupid. why would spencer reid want anything to do with me? we are colleagues, that’s it. we aren’t even allowed to date, even if you wanted to. you contacted me maybe twice outside of work since lila- so i can help with your headaches. that’s it. how exactly was that you signaling your feelings? this had always been purely a work relationship and i’ve grown to accept that. especially when elle left. i did not want us to end up like that so i finally, after four years, moved on with my life and now you decide to get all butthurt on me because i went out with a guy? after ruining myself over you for four years? you never even remotely said anything! am i supposed to pause my life waiting for you forever? oh you are such a piece of shit!”

her sadness turned to anger during the end of her speech. spencer was shocked.

“no, no, no, i didn’t know. i’ve always liked u y/n. i’m sorry. we could make it work. i could transfer if the bau doesn’t allow us to. please. it wasn’t like that with lila. it’s always been you about you.” her heart ached at his words.

“don’t do this to me spencer, please. and please for the sake of our jobs forget this ever happened.” she said as she made eye contact with emily standing in the doorway. “i’m gonna go home, go back to the others.” she said as she tossed the algopyrin to him and walked away.

spencer was left dumbfounded. he just sat there, staring at her walking away, before flinching at a sound next to him.

“what did you expect?” the woman next to him sighed. he stayed silent.

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HI :') my first piece. idk if i'll ever post again but yuh this was personal fr

[pumpkinsy0]

genuinely about to crash out cause this guy ive had a situationship with for the past 2 years has not spoken to me in 3 days … anyways hcs of tarry being confused in their relationship before they both acknowledged it? please🥲

anon,,,u gotta stand up,,,for ur own sanity, GET UP OFF THE FLOOR🗣️🗣️🗣️

•id say this is mainly a thing that happened in hs, bc if they did this at their current ages, theyd b so sick of it so fast and just straight up ask

•the problem w the both of em is that they dont say what they feel and thats how they got into the situation that theyre in LMAOOOO

•ANYWHOO, as per usual they always felt like there was SOMETHING there, but there was always something pushing them away, and in this case, it was darry dating cheerleaders, his weird thing w paul, and just where darry study socially in hs honestly

•tim would never ever ever trust a soc, and as much as he trust darry, thats ALWAYS gonna b dampened by the fact that he hangs out w a lot of soc’s, the JOCK kind of soc’s, so theyre like, double worse (in tims eyes and hes not that wrong tbh)

•but looookkk u cant blame darry for EVERYTHING, hs darry is def dealing w internalized homophobia and hes just scared of that commitment w tim

•theres this pattern between em, where they would have literally thee gayest moment ever, but days later tim would spot darry w some cheerleader and then they avoid each other, then miss each other, then “get back together” annnndddd repeat!!!

•and u can BET, that what got under tims skin most was darry w paul, bc it was literally ALL the problems he had w darry rolled into one AND darry being close w paul in tims eyes is basically like saying “even if we were in a relationship, ur not the kind id be with forever”, yknow???

•tim aint no walk in the park either btw, hes a dick and would get other ppl to fill that void darrys leaving, if hes feeling really hurt, get w another guy to rub it in darrys face later on that tim can do what he want and that hes tooottalllyyy not bogged down by darry

•after darry graduated, i think is where they lost contact w each other for a while, outta sight outta mind type deal, if they did see each other and couldnt avoid talking to each other, it was strictly business and they neeevveeerrrr brought it up

•considering he lost 2 of his #gayluvrs after paul went to college and tim shortly stopped rlly going to school and instead focused on his gang, darry was put off of relationships for a while (2 whole years) that shit made him sick to his STOMACH😭😭

[ametistacollinsworld]

✮ Uzi x N x V x Stoic! Apathetic! Reader ✮

My 24 request! Hope you like!

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Uzi, a female worker drone, who had somehow gotten into a poly relationship with two murder drones, presumably because of N giving her puppy dog eyes.

You… you were a strange creature in the eyes of Uzi, N and V, being so apathetic and stoic all the time, not that they didn't find you interesting, on the contrary, they found you strangely attractive for some reason.

You were minding your own business, sitting in a car near your campsite, just customizing a knife with cool stickers you've found. When you heard footsteps and some voices, seeming to belong to three different individuals, you didn't move anyway- now looking in the direction of the three drones.

The male murder drone must have noticed you, as he was silent stopping the worker drone and the other murder drone with his arms in front of them.

" Why the hell did we stop N? There's nothing here! " The female worker drone spoke in an irritated tone looking at "N".

" Ugh.. what a bummer.. " The female murder drone muttered shortly thereafter, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms.

" We have company.. " N said in a low tone looking towards you, soon being followed by the two female drones.

" Hello " You said without emotion, looking back at your knife without moving a muscle. The worker drone gave you a suspicious look, approaching slowly.

" Who are you exactly? " Uzi asked looking at you intensely.

" Why should I tell you that? " You asked still with a serious expression, in an almost mocking tone, but that wasn't the case, just being a real question. She snorted in response, while the female murder drone giggled.

" I like them " V said with a smile seeing Uzi's irritated expression.

" Why do I have two murder drones with me that can kill you? " Uzi asked giving you a winning smirk. You looked at her in silence.

" Is that it? If it is, you'll never know who I am anyway " You said simply, tucking your knife into your bag. Uzi was silent with that answer.

" Ooowwwnn… that hurt so baaad! You completely broke Uzi! Hahaha- " V spoke in a mischievous tone, then giving a big laugh like a hyena leaning on N who was confused with what to do.

" I- Damn it! J-just tell me! " Uzi said quickly stuttering as her cheeks flushed. You let out a small sigh in contemplation.

" My name is (Y/n)..nice to meet you, Uzi…N.. and who would you be? " You ask looking at the female murder drone who seemed to have recovered from laughing.

" Names V for you " V said giving you an amused smile. You nodded.

" Nice to meet you.. " You said simply, soon getting out of the car and starting to walk to your campsite.

" H-hey! Wait! I'm not done yet! " Uzi yelled starting to run after you.

" U-uzi! W-wait! You shouldn't run! You might slip and fall! " N shouted worriedly following Uzi.

" Best day ever " V said with an amused smile following behind the three of you.

So, after that you guys somehow managed to form a friendship, which followed with the three drones asking you to enter in their relationship, which you surprisingly accepted.

Most of the time, the contact affection would have to come from them, but that didn't mean you didn't care and like them, always bringing them things you found and thought they would like, even customizing some to be more on their personal taste.

" Why are you guys with me? " You ask snuggling deeper into the middle of N and V. Uzi looks away from her book to stare at you.

" I really don't know.. Why are we with them N? " Uzi asks giving N a serious look, which he reflects for a moment.

" Why… they are nice, cute…and funny? " N said slowly with a nervous smile not wanting to piss off the worker drone. Uzi snorts slightly.

" It could even be- I just don't know the funny part " Uzi says rolling her eyes playfully. V lets out a small giggle at that.

" You say that because (Y/n)'s humor roasts your ass- " V said being cut off by Uzi letting out an irritated growl.

" Shut up V! (Y/n) didn't 'roast' my ass! " Uzi grumbled, making V laugh and N let out a small chuckle muffled by his hand, you just looked on in silence.

" W-well they kind of did Uzi- " N tried to speak but was interrupted by a book being thrown in his face which made V laugh louder.

You really loved them.

[eris-snow]

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲

Tags: gn!reader x bakugou, fluff

It's been raining a lot lately and kinda reminds me of the MHA arc the anime's currently on.

It's cold and humid and you just want to collapse the second you get back home. Currently, you were on the bus back to your house and you couldn't wait to enjoy this Friday's cosy weather and finally ditch your uncomfortable, stuffy clothes.

The bus swerves to the next bus stop, jerking back harshly as you stare unblinkingly at your phone. There isn't anything of your interest as you scroll through the latest news, but it's better than accidentally making eye contact with strangers.

The bus doors open once again to let another wave of passengers stream through as you sigh and rest your head on the poll you're hugging, wanting nothing more than to disappear.

Maybe you could treat yourself to some pizza tonight, you think, a smile grazing your lips.

This week was a rough one after all, and you'd also just finished your exams. Maybe-

"Dumbass?" A raspy voice snaps you out of your reverie as your head snaps to the voice. Red eyes clash with yours, and immediately your heart leaps when Bakugou asks, "The fuck are you doing out so late?"

You give him a wry smile. "I could ask the same thing, Pomeranian-"

You're cut off shortly by the bus jerking forward, making you launch towards him as Bakugou catches you by the shoulders. "Oi," he growls, stabling you. "No need to fall for me all over again."

You huff at his words, a blush tinting your cheeks. "Shut up, you."

It's a little sad because with all your exams, you and Bakugou haven't seen each other in a while. It didn't help that this was his first year fresh out of UA either.

Bakugou studies your expression carefully, face going soft. "How've you been?"

Your voice catches, and you suddenly forget how to talk. "U-uh, good! Good. Y-you?"

There's a chasm of awkwardness that separates the two of now, and Bakugou seems to notice it from the way you scratch your neck and laugh nervously.

"I'm coming over today."

It takes you a few seconds to realise that you didn't hallucinate him saying that. "W-What-?"

" I said I'm coming over today, Dumbass!" He repeats, flicking your forehead. "You definitely need it."

Your face heats with a searing blush. "Aren't you tired too? You've just had a full day of hero work. You must be-"

"Exhausted?" He interjected, rolling his eyes. "Damn right. But I'm coming over today. Got a problem with that?"

No, you don't.

--

He cooks you dinner that day, your favourite meal that you savour and love. Bakugou stares at you with eyes that seem to sparkle as you thank him profusely for the meal. It's better than any pizza you could have bought today.

You cuddle up close to him as he asks about your day and exams, watching you animatedly talk about your mundane life with such gusto it gets Bakugou to listen patiently.

It's funny, because even though it is freezing cold outside with the stormy rain and frostbiting weather, you've never felt warmer in his heart.

[theplanetplu20]

Domestic Bliss

pairing(s): larissa weems x gn!reader

warning(s): none :)

word count: 780 (it’s jus a baby fic)

summary: playing video games w larissa in your lap after a long day of work

A/N: honestly don’t even know if this would work w her height difference idgaf i needed this so it works in my mind. this is just a short little fluffy fic idk why i wrote it i just did so pls enjoy it or i’ll cry also i definitely didn’t reread this so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes thank u guys for reading my silly fics i acc really appreciate it :)

You were sitting in your gaming chair playing your favorite video game. You usually like to sit down to play a few games after work just to destress and sometimes get the anger out after a particularly hard day. You had your headset on blocking out any noise coming from the rest of the house as you immersed yourself into the game waiting for larissa to get home.

Larissa enters the house shortly after always coming home later since she has more responsibilities running the school. She kicks off her heels by the door before grabbing a glass of wine and making her way up the stairs knowing exactly where to find you. She quietly enters the room seeing you leaning forward in your chair to see the screen better, actively hitting at the buttons on the controller shouting things that have no meaning to her at the screen. She quickly changes into more comfortable clothes ready for some much needed attention from you. She walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder to gain your attention. You jump slightly being so focused and not noticing your girlfriend entering the room.

“Hi baby!” You say clearly happy she’s home but making no move to move your eyes from the screen making a small frown form on Larissa now bare face. She huffs lightly and starts to move towards the bed clearly unhappy with the lack of attention. you giggle lightly at her antics and grab her wrist lightly to pull her into your lap. “come sit while i finish this game it won’t be long i promise” she gets off your lap to recrawl back into it now facing you putting a leg on either side of the chair, resting her head on top of yours since her height makes it so that she’s taller than you even when sitting. You press a kiss to her neck still not fully looking away from the monitor. You sit in silence, the only sounds coming lightly from the headset and the clicking of the controller. You end up losing or finding a good place to end the game (depends on ur fav game hehe) and you pull off the headset and dump it on the table in front of you, now more interested in the goddess sitting in your lap. She pulls back noticing the lack of noise and how your hands have now made their way to her waist.

“I missed you” She says pouting lightly. you smile big at her confession

“it was only a couple hours” You tease her

“a couple hours too long” she groans and pulls you in for a kiss that quickly turns into a heated makeout session. Larissa ends up pulling away after a bit now uncomfortable in the weird sitting position and somehow gracefully gets off your lap. Once she was standing in front of you she put her hand up your face rubbing her thumb over your cheek affectionately. Your hands are still resting on her waist while you gaze up at her through your lashes. You stand up your hands moving to her back to hold her closer and she looks down into your eyes. Sometimes it’s hard to keep eye contact when you can physically feel all the love and adoration she holds in her gaze for you, sometimes even feeling undeserving of it but larissa is always quick to assure you that you're worthy of all the love she has to offer you. “bed?” she basically whispers to you in question, you nod your head lightly suddenly feeling all exhaustion from the day's work. You blissfully move around the room and bathroom together getting ready for bed. You cherish these domestic moments with her like getting ready for bed or work, you often find yourself looking forward to any time you get to spend with her since a lot of the time her day can be pretty hectic being a principal and all. Slipping under the covers of your bed you pull larissa close and press your lips to any surface of skin you can find before kissing her deeply. She moans happily into your mouth now very satisfied with all the attention she's received and moves her hands to your face to pull your face impossibly closer. You pull away and larissa moves to put her head on your chest listening to your heartbeat, something she finds unexplainably comforting. You press a kiss to the top of her head before resting yours on top of hers.

“Goodnight my love sweet dreams” you slur already falling asleep being tucked safely in her arms.

“Goodnight daring” she mumbles into your chest.

[hatedmaggot]

hello hate been think bout ur ocs . any lore u wanna share? i just like em a lot

GRAH. this is hard to answer bc theyr hard to sum up.. i have my main most developed ocs; budgie, reneta & lion.. aannndd my fav oc group; aksel, jørgen, wolfgang, szlomo, erik & thomas. theyr a 2nd wave inspired black metal group..

icant rlly casually explain budgie n reneta so uhh,

aksel started his band, behead, with jørgen & wolfgang joined shortly after bc he's real close w jørgen since she's multilingual n translates for him all the time. wolfie only speaks german n vaguely understands some norwegian. not long into the band wolfie gets diagnosed with fatal insomnia & it slowly kills him., they bury him in the backyard of the house theyr sharing since they can't afford anything fancy or to even contact his family in germany. eventually they hire some rando (erik) as their replacement drummer. but erik actually hates drumming n really dreams of being a dsbm vocalist. so he sorta wears down jørgen n aksel til they let him take over as singer and band leader. one of the key moments for him in behead is him cutting down wolfies grave marker w an axe, in protest of all jørgens 'this isn't what he wldve wanted' arguements. but eriks shit at singing and his dsbm style clashes with the rest of beheads theme. on top of that he signs them to his older brothers record label, even tho thomas is (known only to erik at the time) a murderer. it all destroys the band over a couple years n they split up for good & erik moves onto whatever other bands later on.

szlomo matters bc in the early days he's beheads artist n biggest groupie basically. he designs their merch n logos., despite kinda being blind as shit. he was born w polychoria, a cleft lip & really messed up teeth bc his parents (czeslaw & kasia) are siblings. hes visually based on hellhorse's decade of dust album cover. plus his old pet owl's name is decade. he met behead thru jørgen, they were online friends for years. when jørgen moved from denmark to norway, szlomo moved frm poland with her.

ilove szlomo bc his design is so unique and idk. he's cute. he's real clumsy bc of his eyesight, he doesn't wear glasses or contacts plus he wears his hair over his face. he's a really joyous creature.

aksel can look pretty tough and metal but he's actually a really big softie.. he's got a kind heart n is pretty emotional, he mostly just misses his little sister, who moved to america to join her own band. they grew up with an abusive father n absent mother so he's really protective of her.

thomas and erik r lowkey visually & slightly personality-wise based on craig mabbit and ronnie radke.. tho thomas is a lot angrier than craig. both brothers have severe anger issues and narcissistic traits. iirc thomas murdered @decemberhigherpower's bm oc, kristian, in uhhh 2001 ? and only got caught for it around the time behead split up. so like 2006 ? ithink ??

that's all ican rlly be bothered w typing out atm, but actually if u add me on my alt discord (locked outta my main rn) hatemaget icould talk more abt them. i llooooove discord vms

[piecksz]

monomania. 

pairing: artist!armin + fem!reader

cw: dark themes, nsfw, stalking, dubcon, obsessive behavior, emotional manipulation, threats of violence, lock picking possessive behavior, oral sex (m!recieving), vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie, degradation, choking, asphyxiation, gaslighting, mention of blood, slight sub!armin, explicit language, minors dni.

wc: 8.2k

↳ when armin approaches you to be his muse for his final project, you’re more than happy to help him out, but what’s that saying? beware of the quiet ones?

a/n: veronica, open the—open the door, please this work includes a lot of sensitive content and descriptions so please do not read if you aren’t comfortable w the themes listed above. like not even if you’re curious bc i’ll be saurrrr pissed if i get an ask complaining about this being too graphic also idk this kinda took on a mind of its own i don’t know if i hate the way it turned out or not bc i didn’t plan it like i usually do but i did spend several waking hours on it, so here it goes, out into the tumblrverse! thank u for reading! <3

4:15.

Erratic breaths forced themselves past your chapped lips as you moved in quick, anxious strides. It was the best you could do while you divided your attention between each step and the sweaty device in your palm. Your thumbs darted across the keyboard, trying to spell out an apology for being two hours behind the schedule you and Armin agreed on. 

The absence of your phone’s alarm earlier in the afternoon prompted your head from your pillow, well-rested from the night before, but the moment your foggy vision brought the time into focus, you staggered out of bed. You cursed your slip-up, and Armin’s countless attempts to get in contact with you did nothing but fuel your guilt. If he ended up failing his final project, it would have been your fault. 

It was an embarrassing excuse, one so elementary you didn’t even bother justifying it. You just tapped the small blue arrow that dispatched your shamefaced message: omg i’m so sorry i’m here im on my way up. 

Your soles kissed the ground as you broke into an awkward merger of a walk and run, and added together they led to the beige door at the end of the carpeted hallway. 

You rapped your knuckles against the smooth wood, pausing briefly and listening closely to a reaction from the other side, but when your presence returned nothing, you knocked again, this time louder. 

The sound echoed slightly then ebbed into silence, replaced shortly after by soft padding that drew nearer. The lock clicked, and the brass handle turned, opening the door to Armin’s unexpected smile. 

You expected him to be irate, granted anyone in the same situation would have been less than pleased with you, still, his cobalt-colored eyes simply drank in your flustered stare, then they swelled into crescents before his mouth followed. 

“You’re fired.” Armin folded his arms against the crisp white material of his shirt, but his tone was light. His words dissolved into a mild chuckle once your eyes went wide at his greeting, and you began fumbling over your unrehearsed defense. 

“I know, I know. I’m really sorry,” you started, smoothing down the wild wind-blown strands of hair that floated around your face. “And I can stay as long as you need me to so we can get this thing done. I mean, honestly, it’s the least I can do for having absolutely no concept of time.”

Armin arched his eyebrows, and they disappeared behind the golden curtain of his bangs. “It’s alright. To tell you the truth, I’m just glad you didn’t stand me up.” 

He shifted to the side, pressing his back against the door to open it wider and allow you more space to enter. You slid past him with a rueful smile, relieved to be off the hook. 

“You live here alone?” you asked, welcomed by an auditory bath of music that played in the background, but spilled into the rest of the apartment. 

You surveyed the foyer that opened to a sweeping living room, hugged with couches and framed art, and adjacent was the kitchen. The two spaces were separated only by a large marble counter, furnished with dark barstools and what appeared to be Chinese take-out boxes from the evening before.

“I’m honored you think I can afford all of this by myself,” Armin teased, wandering towards the coffee table. Laid out already were his art supplies: whetted pencils, inky pens, and squeezed tubes of paint next to brushes that had evidently seen better days. “I share the place with my best friend, Eren. I think I told you about him. His dad’s a doctor so he, uh, he pays for most of it.” 

You had to admit the apartment was well-adorned, especially for what you’d expected from two boys in college. You had been to your fair share of fraternities and dorms, and the extent of most male interior decorating was a navy bedspread and Kendrick Lamar poster in some obscure corner of the room. 

The walls in Armin’s living room looked like a gallery, with a medley of colors encased inside glass frames. One of the paintings was done in acrylic, depicting two skeletons embracing each other. Their bodies and faces were muddy, but their unhappy expressions were clear. 

“Did you paint that?” You pointed to the art, and Armin’s attention followed. 

“Eren bought that one actually. He thought it looked cool, so he brought it home.” He fiddled with the bundle of paintbrushes in his hand. “I focus more on human portraits and figures, like that one right there.” 

You traced his stare to a painting off to the left. Captured was a girl, who couldn’t have been much older than you if not your age. Her hair was dark and cut short, but her face was framed by long bangs, and her black clothing stood out against the couch she was sprawled on. Her plum-tinted lips were quirked upwards in a modest smile, probably her response to being the center of the picture. 

She was beautiful, and suddenly you found yourself wondering how many pretty girls Armin knew. Maybe you misread him as the shy type. 

“Who is she?” you smiled, leaning forward and squinting to get a better angle. 

“Just another friend of mine. Eren’s too.” Armin quickly turned back to his materials in an attempt to cut the subject short. He looked slightly tense, like he was nervous you’d get the wrong idea.

You chuckled at his reply. “She’s pretty. You get a lot of practice painting girls?”

“It’s not like that.” Armin looked at you, his ears a light scarlet hue. “We grew up together, so we’re practically family. I could never see her like that.” 

You glanced over your shoulder and grinned at his panicked expression. You almost felt bad for messing with him. “I’m kind of hurt, you know. I only agreed to help you out because I thought I’d be your first, come to find out you’ve been drawing other women. You’ve been painting around.”

Armin shook his head, and instead faced his easel once you spun in his direction. It was the only way for him to mask how ruffled he was by your playful taunting. “Cut it out, Y/N. I’m not her type.” 

“What’s her type?” you entreated. 

“Eren,” he answered simply, adjusting his canvas before sitting down on the stool in front of it. Without looking up from his workstation, he exhaled and scratched his forehead, visibly worn from the conversation. “Since you were late, we should go ahead and get started. It’ll take me a while just to get you in the position I want you.” 

You looked over at Armin from the edge of his easel. His timid nature had dissolved, and he immediately assumed a serious face. You were slightly taken aback by how quickly his temper changed, but you understood his urgency. The final project was worth a weighty chunk of a student’s semester grade, and banter surely wouldn’t help secure him an A. 

“Right. What do you need me to do?” you asked, finally slipping off your jacket. 

Armin had let you know the idea for his final piece the afternoon before. It was his own take on a nude portrait, but before you had a chance to counter his text message with a series of question marks, he explained that you wouldn’t really be naked. His vision, rather, was a rendition, attempting to capture the sensuality of a bare body without explicit nudity. 

He placated your uncertainty, assuring you that you’d be amply-swathed in a robe, but if you still had reservations, he couldn’t blame you. He had enough time to find another subject, but you knew you’d still feel liable for canceling if his plans ended up falling apart, so you agreed, hoping it would stack on your good karma. 

“You can go ahead and get undressed,” he responded. He looked up to gauge your attitude, particularly whether or not you were still interested in being his muse, but you just nodded plainly. 

“Okay.” 

You scuffled to the couch to grab the white rayon fabric that was folded off the armrest, and once it was between your hands, the robe felt a lot more sheer than you would have expected, but you had no choice but to bite your tongue now, especially since Armin was looking at you expectantly. 

“Well?” you exhaled, holding the cloth to your chest. 

Armin blinked. 

“Turn around so I can put it on,” you directed, as if your cue was obvious, but he skipped a beat before breathing in realization. 

“Sorry, yeah. Go ahead,” Armin nodded sheepishly, and he used his legs to pivot on his seat. “Sorry, that was weird.”

You didn’t answer.

His turned back offered you some air of privacy, even so, you quickly discarded your clothes and cloaked your bare frame in the gossamer wrap before discomfort set in. You at least allowed yourself the protection of your underwear, albeit it wasn’t much, but it helped put your worry at ease.

You pulled in the belt at the middle, covering up the valley of exposed skin, and you folded your arms over your chest for extra security, then you hummed loudly, wordlessly announcing that you were ready. It wasn’t until you said “alright” though that Armin actually turned around. 

“Where do you want me, Picasso?” you inquired right away, trying to impede any chance he had to look you once over, but he stole a glance anyway. 

You pretended you didn’t notice the way Armin’s attention immediately dipped to your chest, bashfully indulging in what he could see through the robe. His stare lowered to your exposed thighs before leaping back to your face with a warm smile, coy and innocent. 

“You look like art already.” 

His compliment earned a laugh and dismissive wave. “I don’t think Leonardo made Mona Lisa wear this just to paint her.” 

“How do you know he didn’t suggest it?” Armin retorted. “She was essentially the pin-up girl of the 1500’s.”

“Scandalous.” You whispered, feigning a surprised gasp, then you shrugged. “I mean, maybe. But he ended up just telling her to say ‘cheese’ and called it a day.” 

Armin smiled at your jest, and waved you over to the chair that sat on the opposite side of his easel, nestled between the corner of the room and the window. 

You made your way, trying your hardest not to trip over the robe’s trail, and you breathed a sigh of relief once you perched yourself atop your stand. It was somewhat better than being on your feet, seeing that you had the ability to prop yourself up in a way that kept your bare body tucked. 

“You know she doesn’t have any eyebrows?” Armin mentioned suddenly. 

You raised one of your own and looked up at him skeptically. He looked a lot taller from your seated position. “The Mona Lisa?” 

He hummed, then reached out to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger. You pulled back a bit, trying to read his intent, but then he turned your head to the left ever so slightly, and you gathered that he was adjusting your posture to match his artistic vision. 

You swallowed, trying to ignore the feeling of his fingers that lingered for a moment too long. 

“Why doesn’t she have any eyebrows?” you asked again in an attempt to revive the light-hearted conversation. 

“Well,” Armin started as his fingers traveled upwards toward your hairline. His tone was half-hearted, like his mind was elsewhere. “Da Vinci originally painted her with eyebrows and eyelashes, but the details faded over time.” 

His touch traced along your forehead, to the edge of your hair, trying to fix it away from your face. You could see the crease of concentration between his eyebrows as he fine-tuned you with a tender hand. 

“Oh, that’s boring,” you mumbled.

“Really?” Armin chuckled. “I think it’s interesting.” 

“You’re the reason art museums charge people admission to see something that couldn’t beat out a macaroni necklace I made when I was five.”

You laughed at your own joke, but Armin hardly cracked a smile. 

“Seriously. I think it’s interesting that the beauty Da Vinci meant to capture ended up fading, but she’s still one of the most famous paintings in the world.” 

You looked at him with a face of intrigue and parted lips, no longer noticing how his hands rested on your shoulders. He carefully hooked his fingers underneath the material of your robe, tugging the sleeves until they rested partway down your arms. The only thing that held the clothing together was your grip of the belt against your torso. 

“She was actually stolen once by an employee that was working at the Louvre that night. It took 24 hours for anyone to notice that she was missing.” 

Armin skimmed over your face before crossing your dazed stare. 

“You know a lot about the Mona Lisa,” you said quietly. 

“I’ve just done my research.” His lips finally split into a grin. “It’s not surprising––that she was stolen, I mean. Sometimes it gets boring admiring things from afar. A piece of art that marvelous, it makes sense that someone wanted her all to themselves.” 

Armin brought his hand to your chin again, and his thumb just barely brushed the outline of your bottom lip. Surely he could feel the rattling of your warm breath against the tip of his finger. 

“You’re perfect,” he murmured. 

You squinted at him in awkward confusion, unable to understand his muted words. “What?” 

Then as if something in his circuit flipped, Armin blinked away the glossy look in his eyes, and his gaze faltered. He withdrew his hand and slipped it behind his neck, rubbing away the discomfort of the situation. 

“You’re perfect,” he repeated, swiveling around before sitting down and disappearing behind his easel. “Your pose is perfect so don't move. Okay?” 

“Oh, okay,” you replied softly, unsure whether you were relieved or disappointed things didn’t escalate. 

You disregarded it, concluding that perhaps you’d been drawing assumptions based on delusion. Nothing had given you the idea that Armin liked you in the slightest. After all, he rarely approached you in class and on campus, although it seemed like you two were always running into each other. He was a timid character in general, so maybe you were looking into things too much. 

“How long does this usually take you?” you wondered out loud, trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts.

The room was silent for a moment except for the sound of pointed lead against the canvas.

“Don’t move,” Armin warned.

“I didn’t move,” you argued. “But now that you told me not to move, now I wanna move.” 

You ignored the itch that rose to your skin. 

Armin leaned to the side, peering his blonde head around the edge of the canvas with his eyebrows raised in caution. “Y/N.” 

“What if I have to pee?” 

He rolled his eyes playfully, and suddenly you couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast to the Armin you had seen only minutes prior. 

His snort after you voiced your concern was a rupture in his stern act, but before, he didn’t so much as exhale in amusement. It was like he had been in front of you, except it wasn’t him, and you couldn’t understand why it made you so curious. 

“Can you let me get the sketch down at least?” He pleaded. “Please?” 

You gave up, but not without a small laugh. “Fine.” 

“Thank you.” Armin positioned his pencil where he’d left off. “You have the easier job out of the two of us. Just sit there and look pretty.” 

You smiled, but in obedience to his wishes, you said nothing. 

Time seemed to plod its way from the afternoon into the evening at a lethargic pace, but you kept yourself entertained by studying the artist behind the board. 

You’d never noticed Armin’s allure before. His meek personality didn’t hold much magnetism, and he was honestly far too docile for your liking. Despite the fact that he was the most gifted student in class, he remained diffident about his own skill. 

Your initial impression was that he was the type of person who was only modest in search of attention, but it wasn’t until you were partnered up for an exercise in class that you realized you couldn’t have been more wrong. 

After some pencil-pointing and questioning, Armin explained that he hadn’t always been good at art, and in fact, when he was younger, he was often told that he was wasting his time and knowledge on a hobby he was clearly an amateur in. 

While the other kids played, Armin doodled, and thus birthed the story of how he met Eren. He stuck up for Armin after some obnoxious kids had stolen his journal and threatened to launch it in the fountain at recess. Eren ended up receiving three days of detention for roughing up his classmates in Armin’s defense, but he made Armin promise that he wouldn’t stop drawing otherwise he’d be “irritated that he got in trouble for nothing”. 

Armin eventually got better and adopted his artistic ability but only with critique and an especially painful rejection from a girl he’d drawn a portrait for, who claimed that it looked absolutely nothing like her. You doubted she would have reacted the same way if she saw him now. 

You observed his air of concentration, and the way his lips were pursed into a thin line as he translated whatever conceptualization he’d refined in his head onto a completely blank slate. You’d never cared for art before, but something about Armin made it captivating. 

The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, just high enough that you could see the fiber of his muscles tighten and relax whenever he drew something or erased it, and his nose, small and sharp, would wrinkle whenever he scrutinized his own work.

His slender fingers, dirtied from streaks of graphite, kept his pencil nestled loosely between his middle and index, and whenever he leaned forward to apply pressure to his strokes, his thighs flexed against his seat. 

You held your breath, all of a sudden afraid that maybe Armin could read your thoughts. Then he would know about the steadily-growing heat between your legs that was baiting you into temptation. You fluttered at your core, and attempted to press yourself into the chair for some form of relief. 

“Sit still,” Armin reminded you, for the first time in hours. “You’ve been doing so well.” 

But the sensation at the apex of your thighs was more unbearable than an itch. 

“Okay, you look like you’re about to explode.” He sat back on his stool and tucked his pencil behind his ear. “We can take a break.” 

You immediately dropped your shoulders and released a laden breath. Bending backwards with arms outstretched, you tried to release the built-up tension in your body, and once you earned a satisfying crack from your back, you rose to your feet. 

“Can I see it? Or is the muse seeing the painting before it’s done, like, bad luck or something?” 

Armin looked at you in bewilderment. “I’m not sure where you sourced that from, but yeah, you can see it.” 

You enthusiastically shuffled to stand beside him before leaning down to inspect the canvas from his perspective. 

The image was progress from the stark canvas he’d started with, but you were disappointed at the abstract model of your figure, joined together only by shapes and segments. There were hardly any exciting elements, like your face or hair. 

“This is what I’ve been sitting down for?” You looked between Armin and the sketch.

“Art is a process. You’d know that if you paid any attention in class.”

You shot soft daggers at him. “How do you know I don’t pay attention?”

He wasn’t wrong, but that meant he would have had to be especially watchful of your performance during each lesson, considering your stations were on opposite sides of the room. 

“Uh, most of the kids in our class don’t,” he answered quickly. You hardly noticed a moment’s hesitation. “Most of them are taking it to satisfy the art requirement, so they don’t really have a reason to give a shit about what the professor says anyway.” 

“Well don’t say it with so much disgust. I’m one of them.” You bounced your shoulder in concession. 

A bit of time elapsed, underlined by the quiet crossfade of songs that continued to play from the speakers in the living room.

You scratched your cheek restlessly, wondering whether or not to voice the thought on your mind, but then you spoke, urged on by interest. 

“This is a weird question,” you started. “But why did you choose me to be your subject for the final project?” 

Armin was soundless, but he still reached up to grab the pencil from behind his ear. He twirled the tool in his fingers, as though he was buying time, then he looked up at you and answered thoughtfully.

“Honestly?” Again, he absentmindedly spun the utensil around in his hand. “You’re beautiful. You have the kind of face people would frame, you know, put up on their walls and stuff.” 

His pink lips stretched into a smile that extended to his eyes and made them swell with sincerity. You could tell in his body language and his choice of words that it was the whole and honest truth. 

In the artificial light of the living room, the golden threads of his hair dimmed to the color of bleached buttercups, but somehow it made his glacier irises even brighter. Although they were the color of frost, they were still tender and fond. 

You crept closer to Armin, carefully and quietly, throwing your leg over his thighs and balancing yourself in his lap. Before he had a chance to question you, his pencil hit the floor, and his hands situated themselves on your hips to stabilize you as you leaned into him and brought your mouth to his. 

You could sense his restraint in the way his lips remained motionless, but then you brought a hand to his nape. Your touch licked at the soft, short hairs against his neck, and you felt him relax and fall into your pull. 

Armin’s fingers wove through the folds and ripples in your robe, searching for any ounce of bare skin he could press his palms to. He finally found what he was looking for against the underside of your thighs, and you whimpered into his mouth at the feeling. 

Your chests expanded and collapsed with heavy breaths as you both tried for air, and you broke the kiss with a thin string of spit to show for your sloppiness. 

“Jesus,” Armin panted through wet, swollen lips, watching as you unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it open, revealing his lean torso. 

He allowed you to appreciate his build, but only briefly before he became visibly impatient, and he kissed you again. 

This time, it was Armin who led you, slipping his tongue between your lips while you fought back with your own and eventually lost, but it was a battle you didn’t mind losing.

Pressured by lust, you decided to speed things up by pressing your panty-clad clit against the obvious swell in Armin’s pants, and as you continued rolling your hips against him, his gasps suspired into breathy moans. 

“Wait––” he stuttered against your mouth. “Y/N, wait––”

You drove yourself down harder and faster until your splintered cries drowned out Armin’s panic. 

“Wait––Y/N, please wait––I’m––”

A loud groan tore through his throat and past his lips, and it was shortly after that you felt wet warmth against the inside of your thigh. You slowed to a halt and looked down in time to see the small, damp spot on Armin’s pants begin to spread. 

You peered up at him, and you couldn’t tell whether the wine shade of his cheeks was from exertion or embarrassment. 

“Did you––Did you cum already?” you whispered. 

Armin swallowed and answered hoarsely. “That’s what I was trying to tell you.” 

You bit your lip, holding back your amusement. “It’s okay. It’s fine. Let’s try that again.” 

You stood up, shedding your robe, then you took his hand and led him over to the couch. Armin followed after you compliantly, trying to avoid stumbling over his own feet as he relished in the view of your backside. 

Armin lowered himself into the cushion gingerly, and his eyes trained on you as you dutifully nestled yourself beside him. Your fingers wasted no time in traveling to the strap of his belt, then his zipper, before you pulled back the elastic waistband of his briefs and freed his cock. 

Armin hummed nervously and shifted in his seat. 

Pretty, was the most appropriate word to describe him. His tip was a rosy pink, swollen and slick with a pearly coat of his own cum, and he was sizable, just enough to fit in your hand so you could feel the way he throbbed in your palm. 

He was half-hard, but as you began moving your hand up and down against his length, Armin groaned and his cock involuntarily twitched with stimulation. 

The blood under his skin was hot on your lips, and he grew stiff while you pressed messy kisses along the expanse of his shaft, yielding to the wet feeling of your mouth when you eventually took him whole. 

Armin was a lot less verbal than you were used to, but you were goaded on by his whimpers and the way the soft contour of his abs tightened each time you teased the crown of his tip.

Thick veins were rough against your tongue as you forced his cock in, relentless until his head met the back of your throat, and Armin, stoked by the way your doe eyes glazed over with tears, rested a hand behind your head to guide your movements up and down. 

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he said breathlessly, throwing his head over the back of the couch. “Just like that.” 

His touch was gentle yet firm, pushing your head down until your nose grazed the fabric of his pants, but letting you come back up when you were ready. You released his cock with a muted pop, and went back to working him with your fingers while you caught your breath. 

“You taste good,” you uttered softly, using the back of your hand to wipe the spit from your mouth and chin. 

“Do I?” Armin asked, knitting his eyebrows together. “You’re concerningly good at this.” 

“Practice makes perfect.” You granted him a self-satisfied smile. 

Like your comment brought out something bitter in him, Armin held still, his irises stationary as he studied you, dewy-eyed and beautifully-tousled. His jaw was set tight, and the wrinkle across his nose had nothing to do with an oncoming sneeze. 

When you tilted forward, mouth open as you prepared to take him with your lips again, his hand reached out and closed around your wrist, forcibly pulling your focus back to his face. 

“I want to fuck you.” 

You blinked, shaken by the sudden shift, but before you could speak, you were being tugged up roughly and pushed onto your back. Your movements were constrained by Armin’s body above you as he propped his hands up on the armrest behind your head. 

With eyes wide and mouth hung, you stared at him with a staggered expression. The abrupt change in his demeanor had nearly given you whiplash. 

“Armin––” you started quietly, now feeling mousy. 

“Spread your legs.” 

His voice was almost as quiet, if not quieter, but there was hardly anything soothing about his tone. Something was off.

You dithered for a moment, but saw his command through, assisted by the knee he drove between your thighs. 

Armin pressed the flat side of his thumb between your clothed folds, kneading your clit through the thin, damp material of your underwear. Your lust had been culminating for longer than you’d realized, but now it was obvious by the way the sticky fabric clung to your cunt. 

Even so, Armin looked unimpressed. He simply continued rolling the pad of his thumb against the sensitive bud until your pleasure came out in the form of a cry. 

“Mm––Armin––,” you swallowed, stretching to grab his wrist for support, but he only pushed your hand aside.

“How many guys have seen you like this?” he asked. 

You shook your head slowly. “W–What?” 

“I’m asking you how many guys you’ve fucked.” 

His voice was dangerously mild considering the question he was asking. He hooked his finger around your panties, hitching them to the side before easing his index and middle finger through the center of your folds. 

“I’m not sure. I–I don’t know.” It wasn’t that you didn’t know, but your head was clouded. There was no way he was expecting you to be able to think straight. 

Armin nodded. “Five? Fifteen? Twenty?” 

“No––”

“No what?”  He countered.

You stared up at him dumbly. 

“I don’t know,” you repeated. 

A small smile erupted across his face, like you’d delivered the punchline to a joke, and a low chuckle buzzed in his throat. 

Armin fastened his hand around the base of his cock, his grip so taut that his knuckles paled to a sickly white. He angled his hips forward until his tip nudged the crux of your core, and he began teasing circles around your clit until the gathering tears at your waterline told him you were aching, just like he’d wanted. 

He gave into your soundless pleas, and positioned himself at your entrance. No caution was given, other than the pressure of his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs. The potency of his first thrust had your breath hitching, producing a ragged groan that slipped past your teeth. 

With your eyelids wound tight, you couldn’t see the twisted look of envy that swam through his gaze. 

Armin pulled his hips back before driving his cock into your cunt, each time harder than the last, until the sound of skin slapping and heady moans grew to overpower the faint music through speakers that had been long forgotten. 

He worked in tandem with his fingers, his thumb returning to your bare clit and fueling you to sobs.

“Fuck,” he panted. “Does that feel good?” 

His voice sounded unfamiliar, deeper and almost husky. 

You fought back a cry of blissful pain. “Yeah.” 

“Yeah?” Armin echoed. “Take all of me. You slut.” 

Your eyes flitted open, dancing across his face until they anchored themselves to his. You almost wished you’d kept them closed. 

His tender stare had grown warped and clouded with anger, but you were unsure what you’d done to provoke him. 

“When I’m finished, you’ll never want anyone else. I’ll fix you.” His promise came with a hand around your neck. “Say my name.”

You gaped up at him, partly unnerved. You were alarmed, but held confidence in the fact that you knew Armin would never harm you. 

“Say it,”  he pressed, his tone firmer.

“Armin.” You obeyed, but your gaze drifted up towards the ceiling, trying to escape the situation that brought sweat to your palms.

Armin seized your jaw with a strong hand and tugged your face down until you were leveled with him again. 

“Look at me while you’re being fucked.” His hold around your throat grew tighter while he lowered himself to your ear. “I want you to only look at me.” 

You didn’t even notice the intensity of his grip until you opened your mouth in an attempt for air, but it was unsuccessful. Only shortly after did the dull pain set in, as Armin continued perforating your cunt and tracing hard circles against your clit. 

“Armin,” you said hoarsely, your fingers quivering as they wrapped around the arm that held you pinned to the couch. “Armin. You’re hurting me.” 

With his lips pressed to the dip underneath your jaw, he should have been able to feel how erratic your pulse was, and even then, terror was plainly stricken across your features.

“You’re hurting me,” you repeated through tears, now trying to push him off of you. 

“I would never hurt you,” Armin murmured with his mouth pressed to the shell of your ear. 

His thrusts and ministrations were incessant, barely slowing down or staggering as your head buzzed with the approach of your orgasm. 

Your waterline flooded with heavy tears that spilled down your cheeks in quick, hot streaks, one after the other until you were crying silently. There was no way anyone could have mistaken your panic for pleasure. 

“Armin. Stop, I can’t breathe.” Black and hot white spots mingled across your sight like white noise, augmenting once you felt the sharp sensation of your climax. 

Your body quaked as you came, and you knew you were making a sound, you could feel it in your throat, but you could hardly hear yourself over the humming in your ears. 

Only when you felt cold air around the skin of your neck, and you were gasping and spluttering did you realize that Armin had let you go in order to hold your hips in place while he delivered his last stroke. 

He released a breathy moan as his balls tightened, and he filled you up with ropes of cum until the sight of milky white spilled around his cock, then he collapsed backwards onto the couch, trying to catch his breath. 

You were unmoving for several seconds, but after some time, you sat up, scooting back to place distance between you and the stranger on the couch. 

“What was that?” you scolded. 

You tried to look unphased, still, you were sure Armin could see the fear in your eyes because his expression suddenly softened, like whatever was controlling him just moments ago had worn off. 

“I kept telling you I couldn’t breathe.”

Armin finished buttoning his pants before reaching out to place a gentle hand atop your knee, but you shrunk further into yourself. 

“I’m sorry.” The contrition in his voice sounded authentic enough to match his frown, and after he expressed his regret did you allow him to touch you, albeit warily. “I’m so sorry, I––I got carried away.”

You watched his finger as he drew affectionate circles on your leg. 

“Yeah, no shit. Jesus Christ. I didn’t know you were gonna be that rough, Armin.” 

“I’m sorry,” he echoed for a third time. “Are you okay? I’ll get you a glass of water––”

He rose to his feet, but you followed his suit and stood up with unexpected speed. You swayed slightly, your balance compromised from the events prior, but you raised a dismissive hand once you were steady.

“No, it’s fine. I just––need to use the bathroom.” 

The inside of your thighs were still slick and sticky with rivulets of his cum, and the sooner you cleaned yourself up and casted the situation behind you, the better. 

“Sure, yeah.” Armin stood back so you had enough space to squeeze past him and the coffee table. “It’s the second door on your right.” 

“Thank you.” You gave him a hurried mumble of appreciation while you dipped your head. You grabbed the shirt you’d brought before brushing past him with haste.

You padded through the living room and disappeared down the hallway, still reeling from what had happened. You’d never been that close to danger before, and the scene continued playing in your head like it was on an endless loop.

You raised sweaty fingers to the hollow of your throat, gently brushing the raw skin on your neck as you blinked back fresh, hot tears. 

Armin didn’t look or behave like he was the type to hurt you or anyone for that matter, but maybe you’d gotten that wrong too. You were terrified, but before that, you were stunned. Was it something you said that had set him off? 

You shook your head and rehashed the episode again, analyzing each detail for an answer. As you neared the end of the hall, you absentmindedly grabbed the knob of the door to your left and pushed it open, but after lifting your head from the ground, you realized that you’d mistakenly walked into the wrong room.

“Oh sorry,” you apologized, clearly to no one in particular, yet you didn’t turn back. 

Instead, you were enthralled by the countless drawings hung on the wall, and it didn’t take you long at all to realize that you’d accidentally walked into Armin’s room. You ignored your sense of urgency, and spirit of inquiry forced you to venture in, studying the taped up art. 

Coupled with the sketchbooks and art supplies strewn across his bed and floor, you weren’t surprised at all that this was the condition of an artist’s space. 

The sketches displayed around the room were only half as detailed as the ones in the living room, but they were still impressive, showing his talent through a standard ink pen and a prism of colored pencils. 

One illustrated a girl sitting underneath the shade of a tree and captive in her hands was a phone. You noticed her hair was drawn in the same style as yours, and the color was nearly uncanny, but the angle of her head didn’t allow for much detail in her features. 

Your eyes drifted to the next one, which looked to be another image of the same girl, this time in motion. She was walking somewhere, you weren’t sure where, but it’s what you were able to gather from the tote bag on her shoulder. 

The sketch beside it was the same, as was the one after that, and the one after that, all depicting the same girl who held a likeness eerily close to you. 

“What the fuck…”

You turned over your shoulder and looked across the room at the opposite wall, and you made your way over slowly, and as you neared the collection of art, your fears were confirmed. 

The same girl. 

In her car. 

At a coffee shop. 

At the library. 

Your heartbeat quickened as you desperately tried to think up a plausible reason for why the subject in every drawing looked just like you.

You swallowed away the dread that stirred in your stomach and rose into your throat like bile, and you quickly scuffled towards the worn sketchbooks on the dresser. Grabbing them one after the other, you flipped past each page, and your hands began to shake until you could barely hold the journals still, but the sketches only grew more and more obscene as you leafed through them. 

You flipped to a crudely done piece of the girl framed through a window. Even though it looked like it had been done with a time constraint, you could tell she was laying on her bed with one hand hidden between her legs. 

You threw the book onto the dresser and inched away. Pins and needles erupted across your palms, and you could feel your blood chill underneath your skin. You wanted so desperately to get out of there, but you weren’t sure where you’d go once you left, or whether running would even be a smart idea. 

The creaking of floorboards under carpet made you spin around just in time to see Armin stop in the doorway.

“I was wondering what was taking you so long. Did you get lost?” 

He was strangely calm, and you wondered if he was even reading the current situation. 

“Yeah,” you started slowly. “I couldn’t remember whether you said right or left. I got them mixed up…” 

Your excuse hadn’t been a total lie, so hopefully he wouldn’t have been able to tell that you weren’t telling the truth. 

“That’s okay,” he smiled, then he looked past your head and to his bedroom walls. “You found my art. What do you think?” 

You blinked back tears of distress and forced a matching smile onto your face. This was the type of shit that happened in movies and books. What were you supposed to do if you’d never prepared for circumstances like this? 

“You’re really talented,” you praised, trying to keep your fake grin from falling. 

You wouldn’t have been quite as intimidated if you’d still thought Armin would never hurt you, but your innocence was already destroyed.

“It’s weird though, they all kind of…look like me?” You looked at the sketches then back at Armin, laughing lightly and hoping he would follow. 

You still held a sliver of hopefulness that it wasn’t you, but Armin simply nodded, and his silence was more chilling than an actual answer. 

“Are they…all of me?” you whispered, no longer trying to hide the tremor in your voice. 

Armin tilted his head like he was having trouble understanding your reaction.  “You don’t like them?” 

You laughed, but nothing in your voice suggested you were humored. Fast blinking kept you from crying, but you weren’t sure how long you’d be able to hold back your tears.

“I really need to use the bathroom,” you responded instead, and you nervously started towards the door. 

Surprisingly, Armin let you past him, but you didn’t get far enough down the hall before he treaded on your heels.

“What’s wrong? Why won’t you look at me?” he asked, but when you didn’t respond and kept at your pace he reached for your arm. “Y/N.” 

“Don’t touch me!” you screamed, and before his fingers even had a chance to settle on your shoulder,  you plucked yourself out of his grasp then used your elbow to drive him back. You threw another blind hit for good measure, and its force was enough to stun Armin for a second, giving you time to speed up and lock yourself in the bathroom.

You kept your back to the door and your hand on the handle for extra fortification. Your chest heaved with tense breaths, as you scoped the room, looking for something you could arm yourself with, but you were sorely out of luck. 

You sobbed into your palm as you sunk down to crouch against the floor. How the hell did you get yourself into this situation?

“You don’t understand. I’m an artist,” Armin’s voice came from the other side of the door, and you flinched at how close he sounded. It was like his mouth was right up against the wood. “It’s my job to draw beautiful things. I couldn’t help myself when I saw you.” 

“You’re not an artist, Armin,” you lashed out, even though considering the situation you were in, it wasn’t wise. “You’re fucking crazy. You’re a stalker!” 

Armin’s response was delayed, and you could tell that your words had inflicted damage.

“A stalker? No, no, no, Y/N, you don’t get it,” he explained, the speed of his words desperate. “You agreed to help me out because you wanted to be my muse, right? You’re my muse. You’re my inspiration. Love doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel for you. I would do anything for you. Everything for you. I’m the only one who can appreciate you the way you deserve to be appreciated.”

You were quiet, but your grip on the doorknob tightened, and Armin continued with his mouth to the door.

“Every time I’d see you talking to other guys, it made me sick. It hurt so bad,” he avowed. “I was so jealous I wanted them to die. I couldn’t understand why you never looked at me like that, but then I realized all I had to do was get you alone. Look how you opened up to me. We were just having fun. Weren’t we having fun?” 

You stifled an anxious sob. It all made sense. You finally understood why he’d been so rough with you. It was jealousy, no, it was infatuation. The mere realization that you’d been fucked by someone other than him set Armin off. 

He wanted you all to himself, and he was willing to do whatever he needed to in order to make it happen. You were truly his muse. You were his Mona Lisa. 

“I’m not asking for much,” Armin pleaded. “I just want you to love me too.” 

“This isn’t love, Armin,” you said weakly. “It’s obsession.” 

“Humans have the tendency to call the same thing different names,” Armin chuckled, then he shook the doorknob, sending another paralyzing wave of panic through your bloodstream. “Please, just open the door.” 

You slipped your hand over your mouth again, closing your eyes tight and hoping that when you opened them you’d be anywhere else, but despite your efforts Armin was relentless and he jerked the knob again, this time with more force.

“Y/N? Open the door. Don’t make me upset,” he threatened, but the disappointment in his words framed the situation like it was your fault. “I really don’t want to get upset.” 

There was nowhere else for you to escape to. You were empty-handed, and you couldn’t even call for help in a last-ditch effort because you’d forgotten your phone in the pocket of your jacket, the same jacket that was still in the living room. 

“You know,” Armin laughed dryly. “Whether you hate me or not, you’re naive if you don’t think you’re already mine. You have my cum running down your thighs right now. You were mine the second I told you to open your legs for me, and you did it.” 

The worst part was that he was right. You were the one who agreed to help Armin out. You were the one that kissed him. You were the one who tried to please him, and you were the one that let him fuck you until you were full of his cum. Nothing you said would have been of contest to that.

“Fine,” Armin yielded, but he sounded distant, like he was stepping away. “If you won’t open the door, then I will.” 

You were catatonic for a few fleeting seconds, eyes darting around the bathroom in alarm. Was he planning to kick the door in? Was he even capable of that? 

You waited for a sound of resistance from the other side, but not once did you release your hold from the knob, despite perspiration making your palms sweaty. A minute passed, then two, almost giving you the impression that you were in the clear, but footsteps closed in on the door again, and you cursed silently.

The sound of clinking, like metal against metal echoed through the bathroom, and you looked up from your crouched position, realizing that he was picking the lock. 

“Please stop,” you cried, and you grabbed the knob with both hands. It was all you could do now. “Please, Armin! Don’t!” 

Your pleas were futile, and it was clear the moment you heard the lock click, and the knob turned. You tried to allot all your weight onto the door, but your lack of footing on the tile made you lose your balance.

You fell backwards, and with nowhere else to go you crawled away from the door until your back hit the bathtub, and you were cornered. 

Armin pushed the door open, stalking in like something straight out of a beautiful nightmare. Blood dripped from his nostrils, and the red, broken skin across the bridge of his nose was a marker of just how forcefully you’d hit him to get away. 

It was when he knelt down and met your eyes that you finally noticed the kitchen knife in his hand, but before you could scream, he cupped his hand over your mouth. 

It wasn’t worth fighting. You were at his mercy. One wrong move, and you’d be gone in a second. 

“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Armin cooed, following your petrified stare to the weapon in his hand. “I didn’t have bobby pins lying around, so I had to find another way to pick the lock.” 

His words were nauseatingly composed, and his grin was stained with the carmine tint of his blood.

As a warning to stay quiet, he brought the smooth side of the knife to his lips, shushing you while he withdrew his hand from your mouth.

“It’s okay,” he said again, doing his best to placate you, but you still trembled under his gaze and pulled your legs tightly into yourself. “All couples fight sometimes. If you apologize right now, I’ll forgive you.” 

You were mute, and Armin arched his eyebrows expectantly, clearly waiting for you to make amends. 

“I’m sorry,” you moused reluctantly.

“See how easy things are when you behave?” Armin smiled and held the knife in his hand up. “Then I wouldn’t have to do things like this.” 

You studied him with rosy eyes, and he looked back at your tear-stained face.

“I don’t like violence. I’m not a bad person, Y/N.” He stood up, placing the knife on the counter of the sink, then he extended his hand to help you off the floor. “Come on, stop crying. Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” 

[chifuyu-whisperer]

— RECKLESS CONFESSIONS

in which you’re popular with all the guys, just about having everyone at your feet—everyone but chifuyu…

❀ pairing: chifuyu x reader (she/her prns)

❀ genre: fluff

❀ wc: 1.1k

❀ notes: requested by anon, i hope u like this and i’m very sorry for the delay >.< !! btw fuyu is over 18 here <3

“there she is. it’s (y/n).” baji murmurs near chifuyu’s ear. brows perking up at the mention of your name, his lips part for a second. his face wanders around before he ducks down again. “didn’t ask,” he shortly mutters.

chifuyu tries his best not to stare you up and down while you make your way across the street, politely waving at other men, strolling down the path.

smoothing down your shirt and flashing him a beaming smile, you wave. baji waves back, of course, like he always does. however, chifuyu just simply gives a curt nod. hands in his pockets and dark curly bangs falling over his face, chifuyu stands perfectly still, lips pressed into a thin line.

“hi fuyu,” the smile doesn’t leave your face when you look back at chifuyu, admiring the way his perfectly shaped jawline and nose stand out in the light.

“hey…” he blinks before waving a little with his fingers—and you have to stop yourself from letting out an inhuman squeal. everything he does so cute. does he know how cute he is? is he doing this to me on purpose??

you let out several deep breathes, placing a hand on your chest to slow your beating heart. fists clenched by your sides and stomach full of butterflies, you slowly turn back to chifuyu with a bright smile. he peers at you in slight confusion, eyebrow raised and a tiny frown on his face.

baji seems to notice the thick unapproachable silence that settles in the air. he squints his eyes, a mischievous cat-like smirk appearing on his face. “sorry, chifuyu. i gotta go home, my mom needs help with…the dishes. bye bye!”

the raven haired man blinks in suspicion, mouth twitching. “since when do you do the dishes?”

“…since now!” baji flashes his signature grin and scurries away, leaving the two of you alone. silence hangs in the air as a few cars pass by, wind blowing against your bodies.

“so,” you nervously play with your fingers. chifuyu sighs, glancing at you. he fiddles with a piece of his bangs, curling the strands with his index and middle. truth be told, he can’t even make eye contact with you right now.

the easy smile on your face, the way your eyes flit to meet his, the way you blink back in understanding as if you’re actually interested in what he has to say.

sometimes he thinks he’s floating on cotton candy clouds when you look at him like that.

but then he remembers—other guys get that same look from you.

“are you free tomorrow?” you suddenly ask, tilting your chin higher to meet his face. you have no fucking clue where the sudden courage to bring up the question came from, but there’s no turning back now. feeling the gaping hole expand in your stomach, you gulp.

chifuyu’s lips part in a startled astonishment. he clears his throat, licking his lips. “yeah…what for?”

you bite the inside of your cheek. letting out a short breath, you stare back in persistence. “wanna go out with me?”

his mind stutters for a moment, head not fully grasping what you said. “like w-what? like a…like a date?!” he gasps.

you eagerly nod, shooting him another smile. “yes! please go out with me, fuyu!” bowing forward like a school girl asking out her crush, (which quite frankly, is exactly what’s happening), you squeeze your eyes shut.

“no thanks,” he deadpans.

your eyes snap open as you stand back up. tilting your head in confusion, you raise an eyebrow. “why not?” there’s a slight pout in your tone.

chifuyu gulps. “you want to go on a date with me? i’m sure you have plenty of other boyfriends waiting for you.”

your nose scrunches up at his words. face going still, you move closer to chifuyu—so close that the fragrance of his cologne and faint vanilla melts in your nose. chifuyu’s eyes widen with alarm, cheeks burning up as he grabs your arm. you’re so close. “too close.” he squeaks.

drawing closer to his body so that your chest is pushed up against his, your lips faintly ghost his ear. “you won’t go out with me…am i not pretty enough? is it that? about the boyfriends you assume i have…do you think i’m a whore, chifuyu?”

goosebumps rise on the back of his neck when he feels your hand slither up his chest. you almost never use his real name. it’s always that stupid (cute, he thinks) nickname, fuyu. the nickname only you’re allowed to call him.

“n-no! it’s not that!” he grits his teeth, panic shooting through his bones. shit, he didn’t mean to offend you. “i didn’t mean that. it’s just—why me?”

you move your head back. “huh? well, why not you?”

chifuyu bites his lip, an urge to sprint away takes over his mind. “i…” he wants to say so much—so much he feels he’ll never be able to explain properly. like the moment he opens his mouth, he’ll simply feel a stone lodged in his throat and forget the words.

and that’s exactly what happens.

“never mind,” you slowly say. “forget i said anything. sorry for the bother, chifuyu.” you start to mope away, an evident slouch in your posture. your feet feel heavy with each step you take.

shit, he thinks. i fucked up.

no shoujo manga could ever prepare him for this.

truth is, chifuyu has always had eyes on you. since the day you first walked past him, a handful of guys trailing behind you. in the beginning, he thought he actually had a chance.

‘i’m a fool’ is the first thought that popped into his head when he overheard some guys mumbling about how cute you were.

how could he compete with them?

but watching you walk away, walking away because of him—is something he never wants to see again.

“wait!” arm involuntarily shooting out to grab your hand, he pulls you back. your body presses against his chest.

“don’t call me chifuyu,” he murmurs, brows furrowed. if you didn’t do a double take, you would’ve thought he looked furious. “but that’s your name?” you question, arms crossed over your chest.

he shakes his head. “only you get to call me fuyu.”

completely dumbfounded, you stare back. you’re speechless. “what does that mean, fuyu?” a smile creeps onto your face. he doesn’t let go of your hand—instead, he holds on tighter. a romance like a manga, huh?

ignoring all the silent alarms going off in his chest, chifuyu swiftly moves forward, pressing a kiss on your cheek. his hair tickles the side of your head, stirring a giggle to leave your lips.

he pulls back, cheeks flushed red. “it means i’ll go out with you. please, let me go out with you.”

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