#maybe that's what the emoji's at the end meant?

[dreams-of-wunder]

Ah yes, the two of them trying to parent is really just chaos and more chaos.

As promised to @dreams-of-wunder, I’m posting this here! This is a a part of the little comic o was making for the co-dad AU — there is no beginning, no end (ok there is an end but I’m not gonna post it because it’s only a sketch and I don’t rlly like it anymore) — there is only Squall in a pink apron, cooking. Enjoy :3

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Crows Name Meanings because why not?

🐦‍⬛ Kaz:

Meaning: Destroyer of peace; One who declares peace; Child of peace or harmony

Kaz is an incredibly dynamic name popular for boys and has Slavic origins.

Kaz comes from the name Cassius, which means “hollow”, and was famously worn by one of the conspirators against Julius Caesar. This may be why it has gained the meaning “destroyer of peace.”

However, Kaz has an endearing connotation, too! In Japanese, Kaz comes from Kazuko, which means “harmony” and “child of peace.” This powerful title will find a home in a soul who is unafraid of forging their own, unique path.

Baby Kaz will undoubtedly stay true to themselves as they journey through life, carrying a remarkable presence everywhere they go.

🌺 Inej:

Meaning: Faithful, The faithful one

Inej is a girl's name of Spanish origin.

Meaning "faithful" or "the faithful one", this name is for the parent intending to raise baby in a life of faith.

🎲 Jesper:

Meaning: King of the treasure; Treasurer

Jesper is a masculine name of Danish, Dutch, and Persian origin.

A variant of the Persian name Jasper, this name translates to “King of the treasure” or “treasurer.” Wealth comes in many forms, whether it’s gold, knowledge, or moments with your loved ones.

Of course, baby is going to be a priceless new addition to your family. If you want to always remind baby how invaluable they are, the name Jesper makes for a bountiful choice.

🎼 Wylan:

Meaning: Wayside land; Crafting one; Brave in battle

Wylan offers a dapper appellation steeped in cool kid vibes. A form of Waylan and Waylon, masculine Wylan is a topographical name meaning “wayside land.” Wylan’s origins don’t stop there, as the name also has Germanic and Old Norse roots, where it derives from Wayland.

Wylan adopts the meaning “crafting one” from Wayland the Smith, a mythological master blacksmith who escaped the king’s custody by flying away with a winged cloak he crafted. He is mentioned in several Germanic and Old Norse poems, including the Old English classics, Waldere and Beowulf.

Wayland may also mean “brave in battle,” equipping baby with a warrior-worthy title. Not only is Wylan effortlessly chill for the cool-as-a-cucumbers, this handsome title comes steeped in ancient lore and ingenuity.

🫀Nina:

Meaning: Little girl

Nina is a girl’s name with various possible   origins, arguably the most well-known being Spanish.

Aptly meaning “little girl,” this simple title never seems to go out of style.

Sharing her name with the Incan goddess of fire, Nina can be inspired to let her flame burn bright. Also connected to a Babylonian goddess, there is no shortage of heavenly influences for this little girl.

🐺 Matthias:

Meaning: Gift of God; Bear

Matthias is a refreshing twist to the ancient masculine name Mathew sure to give baby a distinctive edge.

Emerging from the Hebrew Matityahu, meaning "gift of God," Matthias bears this definition with all the swagger of a rock star.

As much as Matthias seems to push against tradition, its very sound directly links it with the Ancient Greek translation of Matityahu, Mattathias, which pre-dates even Mathew.

Touring overseas to Celtic shores, Matthias finds an intriguing kinship with the Irish mathúin, which means "bear." A relic with a rugged appeal, as names go.

Matthias serves up stage presence before baby has even taken their first steps.

Do with this what you will

[rmview]

accidentally sending a nude, SKZ.

featuring — stray kids members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — what happens when the stray kids boys accidentally send you an inappropriate picture!

contents — crack, flirting, suggestive.

bang ⁺ chan

bang chan was known for being responsible and composed, but even the most reliable people had their moments. he had been working late, distractedly multitasking between responding to texts from the members, fans, and — most nerve-wracking of all — you.

you two had been flirting back and forth for weeks, and tonight was no different. your witty banter put him in a good mood, and before he knew it, he was sending a selfie from the gym, shirt drenched in sweat.

but in his rush, he didn’t notice that the picture he sent wasn’t the one he intended. instead of the gym selfie, it was an older picture—one of him just out of the shower, shirtless, with a towel slung dangerously low on his hips.

seconds later, he realized his mistake.

his heart stopped.

“oh my god,” he muttered, staring at his phone in horror as the “read” indicator popped up. his mind raced. should he delete the message? send a follow-up explanation? throw his phone into the nearest body of water?

before he could do anything, your reply came through.

...well, that’s not what i expected, but i’m not complaining.

his face turned a deep shade of red as he ran a hand through his hair, groaning in embarrassment.

“i am so sorry,” he quickly typed, his thumbs trembling as he sent the message. “that was not meant for you. i was trying to send a gym selfie. please ignore that. oh my god, i’m mortified.”

you replied almost immediately.

relax, chan. it’s not like i haven’t imagined you looking like that anyway. 😉

his jaw dropped. was this flirting? were you actually flirting back after he’d just humiliated himself?

“wait… really?” he replied, cautious yet intrigued.

really. but next time, make sure you send the right picture.

chan exhaled a laugh, shaking his head as he smiled at the screen. “noted,” he typed back, still mortified but secretly thrilled. maybe his mistake wasn’t such a disaster after all.

felix ⁺

felix was a bit of a perfectionist, especially when it came to interactions with you. he’d spent weeks carefully navigating the line between friendly and flirty, hoping to gauge your interest without coming on too strong.

so when he accidentally sent that picture, he nearly dropped his phone in panic.

he’d just finished a workout and taken a picture to check his progress — a mirror selfie of him shirtless, muscles taut, and a playful smirk on his face. he’d meant to send it to chan, but somehow, it ended up in your chat.

“no, no, no, no!” felix exclaimed, his freckles standing out against the sudden flush of his cheeks.

he stared at the screen in horror, the little “delivered” icon taunting him.

your reply came faster than he expected.

wow… nice progress, felix. 👀

he froze. were you teasing him? he wasn’t sure if he should laugh, apologize, or crawl under a rock. finally, he decided to address it head-on.

“i am so sorry!” he typed furiously. “that was not meant for you. please ignore it. i’m mortified.”

you replied with a laughing emoji.

it’s fine. honestly, i didn’t know you were this fit. guess i’ve been missing out.

felix’s heart skipped a beat. was that… interest?

“well… thanks, i guess?” he replied, still unsure how to handle the situation. “but seriously, i didn’t mean to send that. i’m usually more careful.”

well, i’m glad you weren’t this time.

felix smiled at your cheeky response despite himself. maybe his mistake wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

lee ⁺ know

lee know had always been careful about boundaries. he enjoyed teasing you and keeping things light, but he never pushed too far. that’s why, when he realized he’d sent the wrong picture, he felt a wave of panic unlike anything he’d experienced before.

the picture wasn’t obscene, but it was suggestive — a shirtless shot of him lounging in bed, his sweatpants hanging low, with a hint of his toned stomach on full display. he’d taken it to mess around with hyunjin but somehow sent it to you instead.

his phone buzzed immediately.

...well, this is a surprise.

lee know stared at your message, his ears turning red as he groaned, tossing his phone onto the couch. “i’m such an idiot,” he muttered, burying his face in his hands.

after a minute of debating whether to respond, he finally picked up his phone.

“that was not for you,” he typed, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. “sorry about that. just… forget you saw it.”

your reply came swiftly.

forget it? why would i? you look good, minho. 😏

his heart skipped a beat. “are you teasing me right now?” he replied, his confidence creeping back in.

maybe... or maybe i’m just being honest.

lee know smirked at the screen, his embarrassment fading. “well, if honesty is what we’re doing, then maybe i should admit that i don’t mind you seeing it.”

“good,” you replied. “because i didn’t mind seeing it either.”

for the first time that evening, lee know relaxed, realizing that his mistake might just have opened a door he hadn’t been brave enough to walk through himself.

hyun ⁺ jin

hyunjin had always been the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, and his interactions with you reflected that. he adored teasing you with his flirtatious comments and playful winks, but he never imagined crossing a line — until tonight.

he was sitting in his art room, surrounded by scattered sketches, when he decided to take a break. swept up in a moment of self-appreciation, he snapped a quick mirror selfie to show off his post-dance practice glow — shirtless, slightly tousled hair, and his sweatpants riding dangerously low. he sent it off to his group chat with the caption, “behold: the main character.”

or so he thought.

when he saw your name at the top of the chat instead, his heart plummeted.

“no, no, no…” he whispered, fumbling with his phone. his fingers hovered over the “unsend” button, but it was too late — your message popped up almost instantly.

well, that’s something i wasn’t expecting tonight. 👀

hyunjin’s face turned crimson, and he buried his head in his hands. his mind raced with what to say, every option feeling inadequate. finally, he mustered a response.

“its not what it looks like,” he typed, his embarrassment palpable even through the screen. “i meant to send it to the group chat. i’m so sorry, seriously.”

your reply came faster than he anticipated.

aw, don’t be embarrassed, hyunjin. you look… good. really good.

he froze, rereading your message. was this real? were you flirting back?

“wait… are you being serious right now?” he asked hesitantly.

completely serious. but if you’re this shy over a picture, i can’t imagine how you’d react if i saw you in person like this.

hyunjin let out a breathy laugh, his embarrassment melting into nervous excitement. “you’re not making this easier, you know,” he replied.

who said i’m trying to make it easier?

he leaned back, a smirk tugging at his lips at your teasing response. “you’re trouble, you know that?”

don’t pretend you don’t love it.

hyunjin shook his head, his heart pounding. what started as a mortifying mistake was quickly turning into the most exhilarating conversation he’d ever had with you.

i.n ⁺

jeongin prided himself on being composed despite his age, but tonight, all that confidence vanished in an instant. he’d been lounging on his bed after practice, casually snapping a picture to capture the golden glow of the setting sun through his window.

the photo was innocent enough, or so he thought — a relaxed pose, shirtless, with the blanket barely covering his hips. it was meant for seungmin, who’d jokingly challenged him to “prove” he was resting properly.

but in his sleepy haze, jeongin accidentally sent it to you instead.

he realized his mistake almost immediately when your name popped up with a notification. his stomach dropped, and panic set in.

your message arrived seconds later:

uh… is this the kind of ‘resting’ you meant to show me? 😳

jeongin groaned, burying his face in his pillow. “oh my god, i’m an idiot,” he muttered. he typed back as quickly as his trembling hands allowed.

“i am so sorry. that was not meant for you. please, just delete it and pretend this never happened.”

you replied almost immediately, and his heart raced as he opened your message.

delete it? why would i do that when it’s such a nice view?

his mouth fell open, a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief coursing through him. he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or crawl under his blanket and never come out.

“are you seriously teasing me right now?” he finally typed, his cheeks burning.

maybe... but can you blame me? you’re not exactly making it easy to ignore.

jeongin let out a nervous chuckle, shaking his head. “you’re impossible.”

i know.

jeongin sighed, a reluctant smile spreading across his face. while the initial shock of his mistake lingered, he couldn’t deny that your reaction made it worth the embarrassment.

han ⁺

han had always been impulsive, and that trait extended to his texting habits. he’d just finished a late-night studio session and decided to take a mirror selfie to show off his new haircut. the picture wasn’t inappropriate, but it was suggestive — he was shirtless, his hair slightly damp from a shower, with a cheeky grin on his face.

he meant to send it to chan, but in his half-asleep state, he sent it to you instead.

it wasn’t until your message came through that he realized his mistake.

right in front of my salad? 🤨

han’s eyes widened, and he sat up so fast he nearly knocked over his coffee mug. “oh no,” he muttered, his hands shaking as he typed back.

“omg, i’m so sorry! that was not meant for you! i was trying to send it to chan. please just forget you saw it.”

your reply came a moment later:

why? it was a nice picture. you should send me more.

han’s jaw dropped, his mind racing. was this really happening? were you actually flirting with him?

“wait, are you serious right now?” he replied cautiously.

very serious. you look good, han. don’t be so shy about it.

his face turned red, but a smile crept onto his lips. “i’m not shy!” he typed back defensively.

sure, you’re not...

han let out a laugh, shaking his head. “you’re dangerous, you know that?”

says the guy with his tiddies out for the world to see. wait, i wonder how much i can sell this for on ebay...

he flushed and sighed, leaning back in his chair. what started as a mortifying mistake was quickly becoming the most crack-filled interaction he’d ever had with you. maybe his impulsiveness wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

seung ⁺ min

seungmin was always known for his sharp wit and calm demeanor, rarely letting things rattle him. but tonight, that composure was nowhere to be found.

after a long day, he decided to respond to a group chat message with a selfie he’d taken earlier — a casual, post-workout shot that showed him in a tank top, his hair slightly messy, and his usual confident smirk. the picture wasn’t provocative, but it was undeniably attractive.

except he didn’t send it to the group chat. he sent it to you.

seungmin froze as he realized what he had done. his usual sharp mind went blank, replaced by a surge of panic. before he could even think of a way to delete it, your reply came through.

well, i wasn’t expecting this, but i’m not complaining. 😏

he stared at your message, his ears turning red as he tried to come up with a response. this wasn’t like him at all — how could he make such a mistake?

“uh, that wasn’t meant for you,” he finally typed, his thumbs trembling slightly. “i was trying to send it to the group chat. my bad.”

your reply came almost instantly.

no need to apologize, bbg. honestly, it’s nice to see this side of you. you look good, seungmin.

his jaw clenched as he reread your words. you were complimenting him?

“i didn’t mean for you to see it,” he replied quickly. “but… thanks, i guess?”

why so shy all of a sudden? i didn’t think you’d get flustered this easily.

“i’m not flustered,” he replied, though your teasing and his red face told a different story.

sure you’re not. but for what it’s worth, you’ve definitely made my night.

seungmin let out a small, awkward laugh, his confidence slowly returning. “well, i’m glad my mistake could entertain you,” he replied.

it’s more… eye-opening, than entertaining. although my rose toy would disagree.

seungmin choked, rereading your words. maybe this wasn’t the disaster he thought it was.

chang ⁺ bin

changbin was naturally confident, his playful energy making him the life of any room. but even he wasn’t immune to moments of pure, unfiltered embarrassment — like the one he was having now.

it started innocently enough: he’d taken a mirror selfie at the gym to show off his progress, flexing his biceps with a grin that screamed, “look at me, i’m unstoppable.” it was meant for chan, who’d been teasing him about skipping arm day.

but in his haste, changbin accidentally sent the picture to you.

the moment he realized his mistake, his stomach dropped. “oh no,” he muttered, staring at the screen in horror.

your reply came faster than he could process.

wow, changbin… showing off for me now? 👀

he groaned, his confidence taking a nosedive. he quickly typed back, “that was not meant for you. i was trying to send it to chan. please ignore it!”

you didn’t ignore it. instead, you replied,

why would you send it to him? and why should i ignore it? you look amazing honestly, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.

changbin blinked, your words catching him off guard. were you… complimenting him?

“wait… are you kidding me?” he replied cautiously.

of course not, i mean, if you’re gonna send me pictures like this, don’t blame me for appreciating them.

changbin let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “well, i wasn’t exactly trying to impress you, but… thanks, i guess?”

who said you didn’t impress me?

his heart skipped a beat at your tease, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “i guess if you’re not mad, i shouldn’t be so worried,” he typed, his confidence returning.

not mad at all. in fact, feel free to send more anytime.

changbin laughed out loud, shaking his head. “you’re trouble, you know that?”

and you love it.

“maybe i do,” he replied, surprising even himself with his boldness.

what started as an embarrassing mistake had suddenly become one of the most fun conversations he’d ever had with you.

notes: hoez in the house ( my smut fic is taking forever to finish :( )

[babydollmarauders]

WHO’S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME? — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which jack hughes should be afraid of what y/n can do to his reputation

notes: yeah, idk what this is either; there’s not much plot.

september 16th, 2023

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi pop sensation, y/n, is seen hands on with new boy toy?

if anyone has any information on who this man is, do come forward! we’d love to know who america’s queen of heartbreak anthems is with now!

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user82 the hand placement?! HELLO?!

user3 oh great, new music where she makes herself some sad victim again

user55 a new love album next?! maybe?!

user09 let’s not get ahead of ourselves, it’s some low grade pap photos posted on a gossip blog. it could’ve been a first date for all we know

user45 @/user09 with the way they are in these pics? absolutely NOT a first date. y/n has famously said she doesn’t get “frisky” early on because of her ex. most definitely a bf

user92 oh her next song is gonna HIT

user06 that guy kinda looks…. where were these taken and when?

deuxmoi all the sender said was that they saw them in michigan last night! know something?

user06 hmm the tl matches! that looks like it could be @/jackhughes , a hockey player for the New Jersey Devils!

user98 OH MY GOD, YOU’RE RIGHT!

user67 those hands?! girlie better never let him go!

september 27th, 2023

y/nofficial

liked by sabrinacarpenter and 4,628,961 others

y/nofficial every dead end street led you straight to me 🤍

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user72 SOFT LAUNCH OH MY GOD

user5 oh he’s got her using emojis?! she’s down BAD

user29 i’m so happy for her, she deserves so much love and happiness and it seems like he gives that to her 🫶

user6 MOTHER?!

user01 what poor boy did she sink her claws into this time?

user9 if you don’t like her, why are you on her post? obsessed much?

sabrinacarpenter he scored 😉

y/nofficial sab!! nah, i think i did!

user92 he better be treating her damn good! it’s what she deserves after ‘he who shall not be named’!

user76 i know who you meant but also started giggling at the idea of her writing an album about voldemort 😭

y/nofficial @/user76 gasp! don’t you know who lover is about?! the dark lord and i just couldn’t make it work :(

october 10th, 2023

jackhughes

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jackhughes as a wise woman once said: “i was enchanted to meet you”

tagged y/nofficial

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y/nofficial my sweet boy 🤍

jackhughes my pretty girl

user76 A HARD LAUNCH

user94 THEY’RE SO SICKENINGLY CUTE 😭 SHE DESERVES THIS

user36 JACK IS DATING Y/N?! OH THE SONGS THAT WILL COME OUT OF THIS

user8 he could do so much better

lhughes_06 about damn time

trevorzegras JACK WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE JOKING

user02 oh they’re so cute 🥹

dawson1417 did you just… hard launch with the biggest singer in america rn?

jackhughes y/n says “what? like it’s hard?” idk what that means

user16 can we talk about how happy she looks?! and i know her hockey loving self is giggling and kicking her feet over her landing a hockey player! too cute!!

john.marino97 if her next RED-like album is about you, i’m requesting a trade. can’t believe i’m gonna have to listen to songs about YOU

january 1st, 2024

y/nofficial

liked by jackhughes and 5,827,025 others

y/nofficial thank you 2023, you brought so much love and laughter 🤍 can’t wait to see what 2024 brings!

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user86 oh she’s so down bad she was taking pics of him at his game 😭

user9 one tour pic and three pics regarding to jack? she’s so in love

jackhughes here’s to another year with you, my talented girl

y/nofficial i can’t wait for another year with you, my love 🤍

user55 i can’t wait to see you in KC this year!!

user7 she’s truly living her best life and i’m obsessed!!

user21 i hope 2024 is just as good to you as 2023 was!

january 26th, 2024

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi fan submission: trouble in paradise?

pop sensation, y/n, and her boyfriend, hockey player Jack Hughes, were seen out by a fan last night. the fan claims that they overheard y/n consoling Jack about his recent injury that has left him unable to play. in the video (on our site), you can hear y/n telling Jack “i know not playing is hard, i know it’s sad-”. Jack is heard cutting her off and snapping “you don’t get to tell me about sad. you don’t get it, so stop acting like you do.”according to the fan, y/n left the date alone and in tears.

what do you guys think, is this couple over?

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user29 wow what an asshole, she was just trying to be comforting

user4 wtf?

user07 yeah, can’t say i didn’t expect them to end soon enough

user99 she was trying to comfort him and he snapped at her? yeah, i’d hope they’re over

user20 she deserves better

user19 it’s just an argument, everyone is being so overdramatic

user3 do i think they’re over? no. if we know anything about y/n, it’s that she’s forgiving, sometimes to a fault.

user67 i don’t think they’re broken up but if she was leaving alone and crying, i hope they will be soon enough

user82 has anyone thought that maybe he didn’t need comforting?

user13 umm, obviously he did if he snapped at her

user98 idk about everyone else, but i do think they’re broken up if she left alone and was visibly upset

user23 oh i can’t wait to hear what she writes about him. i’ve known he seemed too good to be true

february 14th, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial happy valentines to my favorite boy 🤍

the most kind-hearted, respectful, and loving man i’ve ever had the pleasure of being able to call mine. nobody is perfect, but i think you’re pretty close to it. i’m so eternally grateful to have you in my life 🤍

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user6 oh, she’s still with him

user02 y/n, baby, please come to your senses

user14 i don’t like him at all after last month

jackhughes happy valentines, beautiful girl ❤️

user65 “nobody is perfect” oh, mother is telling us rn

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march 23rd, 2024

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi looks like y/n and her hockey beau have called it quits! eagle eyed fans spotted last night that they’ve unfollowed each other on instagram and y/n deleted all photos of him.

previously, y/n ONLY followed jack, now she’s back down to 0, which fans seem to read as a finality to their relationship.

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user95 about time! after that spat in january, i feel like everyone was waiting for this

user72 EVERYONE MOVE! EVERYONE REJOICE! MOTHER IS FREE!

user24 GOOD RIDDANCE!!

user61 can’t wait to hear who the catalyst was, him or her?

user3 obviously she’ll make herself out to be the victim

user61 @/user3 tell me you’ve never actually listened to y/n without telling me you’ve never actually listened to y/n 🙄 she doesn’t shy away from admitting if she was the one who ruined a relationship, she admits she has problems and that sometimes she gets in her own head

user8 it was obviously him after that video in january

user23 everyone is celebrating but have we stopped for a second to realize that she’s probably really heart broken right now?

user70 fr! like, she seemed so in love with him and i feel so bad for her. she seemed to love him a lot more than her exes and we all know she’s a hopeless romantic at heart, so she was probably imagining marriage and babies with him and then he showed his true colors

april 1st, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial there’s always a fool, but i guess all’s fair in love and poetry… new album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. out May 14 🩶

but surprise! the first and only single, Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? comes out April 19 🩶

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user18 MOTHER DOES NOT PLAY!!! AHHH

user63 may 14th 💀 she said “i’m not fucking around, y’all WILL know who this is about.”

user9 significance of may 14th?

user63 @/user9 it’s jack’s birthday 💀

user00 OH SHE MUST REALLY HAVE SOME SHIT TO SAY IF SHE’S ACTUALLY DROPPING A SINGLE BEFORE THE ALBUM

user78 i wonder if jack feels stupid yet

user12 new y/n album before GTA6

user93 the vibes??? mother didn’t write an album, she wrote a EULOGY

april 19th, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial at this hearing, i stand before my fellow members of The Tortured Poets Department with a summary of my findings.

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? out now.

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user72 i’m speechless

user2 “you don’t get to tell me about sad” SHE REALLY FUCKING DID THAT

user33 I AM IN SHOCK!

user94 MOTHER CALLED HIM OUT

user78 once again i ask, @/jackhughes do you feel stupid yet?

user61 dude just got surgery and she still came for his neck 😭

user09 i mean, not like she was gonna change the release date just because of that but it’s still so 😭

user22 “the scandal was contained….. at all costs keep your good name” she really spoke on the january spat, didn’t she?

user12 “WHO’S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?”

user77 @/jackhughes you should be

john.marino97 🩶🩶

user82 oh he’s MESSY! i love it 💀

user50 tbh, i look at this single like a warning. it sounds like jack didn’t think it through before he broke her heart and didn’t think she would speak on him, but she’s warning him right now that he should be scared because she has a lot to say about him and their relationship

user31 she’s so— i love her

february 8th, 2025

y/nofficial posted on their story

february 10th, 2025

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial brand new, full throttle <3

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user93 i- did she just inadvertently tell us we’ve all been wrong about who So High School is about?

user77 this is the fastest she’s ever gotten into a new relationship and you know that means she has to be in LOVE

user04 AHHHHH Y/N AND JOHN MARINO

user82 how do you know it’s him? she didn’t even tag anyone and you can’t see his face

user04 @/user82 she posted john on her story a couple days ago! they’re on vacation together while he’s on bye-week!

user23 i don’t wanna get ahead of myself but,,, they met through jack, did they not? and now they’re dating? mother is messy

user51 is it messy? yeah, maybe- but people have already looked back through old interviews of his, and she’s been his celeb crush for a WHILE now. and i mean, hey, she’s dating someone only a couple years older than her now, one can only assume he’s more mature than j*ck

user92 the way she clings onto him 🥹

user88 she deserves happiness, i really hope he gives that to her 🫶

john.marino97 i knew what i wanted and i got her ♥️

[kisses4kaia]

god college!luke makes my emotions go haywire 😡😩 i’d honestly start dating someone else to spite him

you know what anon. ima need you to claim an emoji bc ur thoughts are TOO GOOD (also thank u sm for 1.5k💋)

so we’ve discussed previously that luke castellan does not get jealous easily.

however.

he never thought you would go this far. sure, you had danced on other guys at parties to get a rise out of him, maybe flirted here and there in front of him, but never this.

getting into a relationship—a serious relationship—with his frat brother? that was a new low. so what if he’d purposefully lead other girls into gross bathrooms at bar outings so you would see? this was uncalled for. how dare you?

so naturally, at your new boyfriend’s birthday party, when you’re sitting on his lap, helping him unwrap your present of a jean-paul gaultier cologne he’d wanted, luke—in classic luke fashion—thought this would be his chance. your sorority sister, drunk off of her wits—bless her heart—came up to you and whispered some slurred imperative about how you needed to get to ‘the square’.

your eyebrows furrowed at her as her eyebrows raised, questioning the significance of ‘the square’ and why the man who prompted her to ask chose there. you said no words, excusing yourself after finding her a water and alka seltzer.

“you really couldn’t help yourself, huh?” are the first words you say to luke, button up shirt open and lying on his back on the false grass. “me? you’re one to talk, sweetheart,” you rolled your eyes at his use of the nickname, crossing your arms as you stand over him.

beneath the twilight, your exposed shoulder skin glistened like the moon, just a sliver of it visible in the northern night sky. luke had obviously had something to drink or smoke, or both, because he slurred his words as he patted the turf next to him. “sit down. c’mon, like the good ol’ days,”

‘the square’ was a small patch of land in the middle area between his frat’s and your sorority’s backyards. it was insignificant to most everybody else, but you and luke had claimed it as yours on drizzly nights like these, when the owl called and adolescence snored. it didn’t even hold sexual reminiscences, for each night you spent on the square was spent just talking. he would gloat about some things he did over the summer, interrogate you on your sex life, laugh at your offense and crack bad jokes. he was the worst person to spend valuable time with, but you returned every night, nonetheless.

“i’m surprised, castellan. been here a full sixty seconds and you haven’t tried to fuck me,” you remained standing over his lax body, crossing your arms over your chest. “do you want me to try to fuck you? because i’m down,” he looks up at you with that smile of his. that toothy, million dollar, smile that reassures whomever it is on the receiving end that everything is okay and there’s not a thing to worry about.

you snort, giving in and sitting down. luke pulls you into his lap before your butt can even hit the cool grass, eliciting a yelp from you. his lips press against your shoulder, strong, warm arms wrap around your waist and you can’t help but melt into the body beneath you. “luke,” your voice is meant to be a warning, supposed to remind him and yourself that you belong to another and this was not right, but he did nothing except for hold you tighter and smile against your skin.

“he doesn’t make you feel like i do.” he spoke the words out of your mind, the voice of truth you swallowed down with a knowing conscience that it would rise to the surface eventually. this wasn’t what you wanted. your single goal wasn’t to make luke jealous, it wasn’t even to show him what he was missing. you just wanted it to be different. you wanted somebody to take you seriously enough to call you theirs.

but anybody who did wasn’t him.

“luke,” this time, you weren’t trying to ward off anything. this time, you were welcoming him and all his invasive, rude, luke-like, traits and the pain you knew would come with letting him in once more. “i know, baby, i know.” he said no further words before flipping the pair of you over and letting your back onto the ground. you focused on none else other than the feeling of his lips finally landing on yours, the trace of his fingers across your denim skirt’s hem. “can i?” luke’s fingers dipped past the fabric, drawing swirls on your skin. ���mhm, yeah,” your smile is audible and spreads to luke’s lips.

if there was one thing luke always did, it was worship you. this time was no different. his lips were everywhere, and when they weren’t pecking kisses all over you, he was breathing praises like you were a mortal saint against your skin. and when he entered you, he fucked you like he couldn’t believe he got the chance to feel you again. but he knew what the outcome of this would be; of course he did.

you didn’t know him as a particularly selfish lover, but the way he chased his high, rutting his hips against yours to the point of overwhelmed stuttering suggested that to be true.

and when it was all said and done and the past hung in the air like a wonder of the world, luke stood and looked down at you like you previously did him.

“break up with him.”

“why?”

“you know why.”

there was no denying that, so you did none else than nod.

“yeah. i do.”

[fanbasetwo]

first time w anton? virgin anton x virgin reader?

IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU 🙂

✦ BABY GIRL, 143 ! ANTON

001. PAIRING , virgin anton × virgin reader

002. SYNOPSIS , anton had been away from you for some months and now when he was back, you showed him all the texts you had seen on his phone. only ending up sealing the deal at the end.

003. GENRE , smut

004. WARNING(S) , kissing, a little dirty talk but anton is just shameless lol, teasing, pussy slapping, little to no prep, boob play, nipple play (slightly), they make up pretty early after fight, hymen breaking, mentions of blood and pain, too much plot if you ask me, lmk if I missed anything.

005. WORD COUNT , 1.8K

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You had been dating Anton for a few years now. You met through a dating app, and while some might find that odd, you both clicked instantly. For better or worse, you fell in love.

Since you started dating at a young age, you both decided to seek job opportunities outside of town, which meant navigating a long-distance relationship. While many say long-distance relationships often fizzle out, that wasn’t the case for you two.

In fact, Anton would send you those silly memes that made you laugh and would video call you while cooking, asking for your advice if he messed something up. His friends teased you, saying you two were practically a married couple, and while there was some truth to that, the more accurate reality was that you both missed each other terribly.

So when he finally returned after landing a high-paying job—while you worked part-time as a cashier to cover rent—he insisted on paying your rent, but you turned him down.

The relationship seemed perfect, especially with his visit after what felt like two long years apart. But everything changed when you accidentally glanced at his phone. A text from a number with a heart emoji as a name read, “Is my baby fine?” In that moment, the realization hit you hard: the person you thought was your boyfriend was cheating on you.

“SO YOU CHEATED?!” you shouted as soon as you heard him enter the apartment. Anton, always the goofy one, jumped back in surprise at your furious tone and asked, feigning ignorance, “I’m not sure what you're talking about.”

“The message!” you ground out through clenched teeth, pointing at his phone, which he had mistakenly left behind.

As understanding seemed to dawn on him, he cursed under his breath and then smiled, which only confused you more. Why was he smiling? Shouldn’t he be trying to explain himself? Did those years together not mean anything to him?

Then he stepped closer, and instinctively, you took a step back until your back hit the wall of your apartment. His hands cupped your face as he said, “Hmm… Why would you trust the text so much? The ‘baby’ wasn’t me. The ‘baby’ was her dog, the one she asked me to take care of for a while.”

You didn’t buy it, so you pressed on, “Oh really? Then why does her username have a heart?”

He paused for a moment but answered without hesitation, even though you glared at him. “Well, maybe because that’s my mom?”

Processing that, your eyes widened. It actually made a sick sort of sense. The woman in the profile picture looked significantly older and bore some resemblance to Anton. Now you found yourself in a strange situation, filled with doubt.

You had just confronted your longtime boyfriend, your heart racing at the thought of betrayal, all sparked by a simple text while he gently held your face in his hands. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

“I’m hurt, but I’ll find it in my heart to forgive you. I could never cheat on you, Y/N,” he reassured, resting his forehead against yours, the warmth of his skin anchoring you in that moment.

It took you back to when your love was fresh and innocent, when you were just seventeen, lost in each other’s world. Those years apart felt like an eternity, and as you closed your eyes, you longed for the sweetness of his touch, the electric thrill of his lips on yours.

The kiss deepened, a beautiful melody played by your lips as you moved together in perfect sync. He pulled away just enough to catch his breath before diving back in, his tongue tracing gentle patterns that sent shivers down your spine.

You felt the rhythm of your tongues entwining, a lovely exploration you had only ever dreamed of. You had talked about waiting for one another, yet now you felt the exhilarating unknown of your connection. His hands traveled up your shirt, igniting tingles on your skin, and as he broke the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, the world around you faded away.

“Can I touch you more?” he asked, his hands gliding under your shirt as he looked at you with such intensity and love, as if he had been waiting for this moment forever. The truth was, both of you were a bit inexperienced in this area, but let’s be honest, you both wanted to explore… so you nodded.

Before long, his hands were cupping your breasts beneath your shirt and bra. He was touching your bare skin. You could feel both of your breaths hitching; it was something new for the two of you after all.

You feel Anton's warm breath on your face as he leans in close, his lips softly brushing against yours in a tender kiss. "I can... really touch, right?" he murmurs, looking for your confirmation before pulling you closer, his strong arms wrapping around you. His tongue dances with yours as the kiss deepens, sending tingles through your body.

When you nod, he breaks the kiss, and his hands move with a swiftness that takes your breath away. Your shirt and bra are discarded in one smooth motion, leaving your bare skin exposed to his hungry gaze. His thumbs find your nipples, rubbing the sensitive buds until they harden into tight peaks. You can't help but let out a soft moan as waves of pleasure wash over you, your back pressed firmly against the wall.

Suddenly, you're airborne as Anton scoops you up in his arms, cradling you securely against his chest. A warm feeling envelops you, and you can't help but wish that at least one of you had some experience with this. "You don't mind, right?" he asks, his voice tinged with uncertainty as he lays you down gently on the bed.

"Yeah, but..." you trail off, a hint of nervousness creeping into your tone. "Do you know how to...? At least one of us should know what we're doing."

Anton crawls on top of you, his powerful body hovering over yours. He leans down, planting a soft kiss between the valley of your breasts before looking up at you from between them. A sheepish grin spreads across his face. "I may have watched some... for scientific purposes, of course," he adds with a playful wink.

His arousal is evident, a hardened bulge straining against the fabric of his pants. It brushes against your jeans, sending shivers through both of you.

Your eyes flutter shut as Anton unbuttons his pants, the sound of fabric sliding against fabric filling the room. He discards them on the floor, along with your own jeans, the cool air brushing against your now bare skin. His large hand envelops your smaller one, guiding it towards his clothed bulge. You both hitch a breath as your fingers make contact, his arousal evident beneath the thin fabric.

"See what you do to me?" he whispers, his voice low and husky with need. You swallow hard, your heart thumping in your chest as he pushes his boxers down, and you see him, all hard and long, your eyes widening as a deep blush spreads across your cheeks at the exposed sight of him, vulnerable to you.

"Baby, you wanna put it in or do I?" he asks, unapologetic and direct, his tone incredulous. You squirm under him and look away, embarrassment exuding like a palpable scent.

"That's not quite. decent," you mumble, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Anton chuckles, a low, rich sound that sends shivers down your spine. "For what we're about to do, I don't think we should care about being decent," he says with a raised brow and a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as your clothes join his on the floor.

Again, his hand bumps against yours to move it to his bare cock. You can feel every ridge and vein beneath your fingertips, the heat of his skin searing against your own. Your shyness returns, but there's no denying the effect your touch has on him. He groans and his hips bulge slightly as your hand is constricted around his length.

"Have you never slept with anyone?" you ask, a note of skepticism creeping into your voice because of how confident he seemed. He shakes his head, the dark locks falling across his forehead.

"It's because I love you and I trust you," he breathes, words stuttered over a guttural curse as your hand tightens its grip. "Fuck.”

Your grip tightens on the shoulder of Anton as his cock teases your wetness, the head slapping lightly against your pussy. He lets out a sigh as that anticipation builds between you and him. "I am going to put it in," he whispers, his gaze searching yours for any sign of disapproval. Finding none, he slowly pushes forward, the tip of his cock breaching your entrance.

A shiver of agony rips across you as your cherry is broken, drops of blood trickling down into your pussy. Tears well up from your squeezed eyes, your body tensing against this strange sensation. Anton buries his face in the crook of your neck, his own breathing in ragged gasps. "It—h-hurts—" your voice cracks, the words barely audible.

He lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours as he asks, "Should I pull out?" Despite the guilt etched on his face, you shake your head stubbornly. "No, I want to do it." Your walls clench around him, your body instinctively trying to accommodate his size.

Anton takes a sharp breath of air. He waits a few moments before pushing deeper. A scream tears from your throat, your body arching off the bed as he sheathes himself fully inside you. Tears stream down your face, and he leans down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss as he stills, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion.

"This is good, right? You're not scared now. are you?" he whispers against your lips, his hips rocking gently, your body slowly relaxing as it grows accustomed to the stretch.

"Mm." is all you can say, your mind dazed by the shocks of the sensations. His cock spasms inside you, and you and he are suddenly acutely aware of the crimson stain spreading across the sheets. Concern flickers in his eyes, but he knows this is normal, a testament to your lost innocence.

"It's okay, baby. It's supposed to hurt a little the first time," Anton reassures you, his voice soft and soothing. He kisses your tears away, his lips trailing along your cheek and down your neck. "I've got you. We'll go slow."

He starts to move, his hips rocking gently against yours, easing you into the rhythm. Each thrust sends a wave of pleasure mixed with discomfort, your body struggling to adapt to the foreign sensation of being filled so completely.

"Breathe, Y/N. In and out," he coaches, his own breathing ragged as he fights to maintain control. "Tell me how it feels. If it's too much, I'll stop."

You whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders as you try to focus on the instructions. "I-It's intense," you manage, your voice trembling. "But don't stop. I want to feel all of you."

NOTE FROM SENA , this was genuinely just supposed to be a drabble, how the hell is this 1.8k words 😭💕

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[lowryuk]

HELLO! I saw that you’re doing requests now😍

Could I get a ex!bf eren x reader who’s about to get married? But she’s getting married to someone who’s like… useless. No job, no education, nothing really going for him. You’re just in a rush to get married because you believe it’s the next step but when eren comes back into your life, everything changes.

Thank you!

(Also could I be 🪿 anon?)

First request and first anon emoji?! Say less 😩🙏

Hope you enjoy, 🪿 anon <3

OTW

WC: 3.5K

tw: rough sex, cheating, possessive!eren, choking, dirty talk, fingering, toxic relationship, oral (f receiving), angst

Today was the day you’d dreamed of since you were a little girl.

Months of meticulous planning, dress shopping, vendor drama, flower arrangements, and all the wedding stress—it was supposed to be worth it. Your wedding day was meant to be one of the best days of your life, a celebration of two people coming together, ready to build a future.

Your fiancé was a great guy. He was sweet, charismatic, and came from a wonderful family. On paper, everything seemed perfect. In your mind, this felt like the natural next step, marriage, a family home, kids, a stable 9-5 job. You were on the right path. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

Yet, no matter how many times you repeated it in your head, it still felt wrong. Because it was wrong. 

Your fiancé could barely hold down a job and had no ambition to further his education or build a stable career. Instead, he dreamed of making it as a streamer. He poured thousands of dollars into equipment while you carried the weight of all the financial responsibilities.

Fuck.

Fucking Eren Yeager.

Always showing up at the worst possible time.

Where was this logic when you said yes to your fiancé’s proposal? How did it take you until now, after everything had been paid for, with only an hour left before you walked down the aisle—to finally realize the truth?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Was it too late to back out now? Your hair and makeup were already done, the final step was slipping into the dress. But you couldn’t. You fucking couldn’t. The thought of stepping into that gown, walking down that aisle, and tying yourself to this life made your chest tighten. You didn’t want this. Not with him.

Or were you just overthinking because Eren was here?

Because one single text from him was all it took to unravel everything. A few words on a screen, and suddenly, your entire perspective on your relationship shifted. You should have blocked him. Maybe then, your heart wouldn’t be sinking with dread and doubt right now. But old habits never die, and Eren Yeager was the worst one of them all.

He was your on-and-off boyfriend, the bad habit you could never quite break. The two of you were stuck in a toxic cycle, one that always left you shattered by the end of it. No matter how many times you tried to walk away, you somehow always found your way back to him.

Until two years ago.

You finally cut contact, determined to move on for good. It didn’t take long before you found yourself in a new relationship, one that felt stable, safe, and predictable. A little over a year in, your fiancé proposed, and you said yes.

Eren didn’t find out about the engagement until a week before the wedding. You had practically begged your mutual friends to keep quiet, knowing exactly what he would do if he found out. Because no one knew Eren Yeager better than you. And if there was one thing about him, it was that he never let go of something he still considered his.

You heard that he tried to move on, that he tried to heal and become better. But relationships never seemed to work out for him. No matter how hard he tried, nothing ever stuck.

So when he found out about your engagement and realized your wedding was only a week away, he scoffed. What a fucking joke.

You hated to admit it, but it wasn’t Eren’s reaction you were afraid of. The real reason you never wanted him to find out was because of your reaction. Because the moment he came back into your life, all those feelings you worked so hard to bury would come flooding back, drowning you in something you thought you had left behind. It drove you crazy. Because marriage, commitment, a future, you couldn’t imagine it with anyone but him.

You tried everything to move on. Therapy, long talks with friends, convincing yourself that this new relationship was what you needed. But deep down, you knew the truth. If Eren came back, if he reached out even once, you wouldn’t be strong enough to resist. You would run straight back into his arms because no matter how much time had passed, that was the only place you had ever truly belonged. 

–

Eren wasn’t going to miss your wedding. Of course not.

You weren’t just some ex-girlfriend he could forget. You were the biggest part of his life, the one person who knew him better than anyone, the one he loved in a way that was all-consuming. His first love, his greatest mistake, his one true obsession. And call him the villain if you want, but he wasn’t about to let you walk down that aisle without a fight.

Because you didn’t belong to that man. You belonged to him.

And he knew, deep in his bones, that you wanted him too.

How? 

Because when his message was marked as delivered, when you didn’t block his number, when you didn’t ignore him like you should have, he knew. You could have deleted it, tossed your phone aside, pretended he didn’t exist. But you didn’t.

You read it.

And that was all he needed.

A slow smirk curled on his lips as he leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lazily against his phone. You were probably staring at the screen right now, heart racing, pulse hammering, torn between doing what was right and what you really wanted. He had seen it all before. The guilt. The hesitation. The battle between logic and desire. But in the end, you always came back to him.

He exhaled, his green eyes wandering the cathedral. If you weren’t going to come to him, he would come to you.

So why wait?

Eren stood, adjusting his suit and tie, smoothing out the fabric because he wanted to look good for you. With quiet, purposeful steps, he made his way toward the back rooms, slipping past the crowd with ease. He knew exactly where you were.

And you knew he was coming.

The gentle knock at the door sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t need to ask who it was. You knew.

Your fingers curled against your dress, gripping the soft material as if it could somehow anchor you. If you let him in, this was over before it even began. The wedding. The life you had planned. The man waiting for you at the end of that aisle.

And if someone caught you?

You squeezed your eyes shut, inhaling sharply, willing yourself to resist. But then, his voice pierces through, low and familiar, the sound wrapping around you like a ghost from your past.

“Can I come in?”

Your breath hitched.

And before you could stop yourself, you were already standing. 

You opened the door, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

Eren’s breath hitched, his green eyes softening as he took you in. You looked breathtaking, the white dress hugging you perfectly, the veil framing your face like you were something holy. He had dreamed of seeing you like this one day, but not like this. Not when he wasn’t the one waiting at the end of that aisle.

He hadn’t expected to get emotional, but seeing you standing there, dressed as a bride, made his head spin. This was real. Too fucking real. He was an hour away from losing you forever.

He could barely maintain eye contact when he muttered, “Don’t.”

One word. Simple. But it was enough to make your throat tighten, enough for tears to well up in your eyes.

“Eren, I can’t,” you whispered, shaking your head, trying to steady yourself.

“Don’t say that,” he pleaded, stepping closer, his voice rough with desperation. “You can. You know you don’t want this. Don’t do something you’re going to regret, something that’s going to hurt both of us. Listen to your heart for once.”

You let out a bitter laugh, wiping at your eyes. “Fuck you. How many times have I listened to my heart, only to get hurt over and over again because of you?”

His jaw clenched, but he didn’t back down. “It beats being tied to someone you don’t even remotely like for the rest of your life, doesn’t it?” His voice lowered, dangerously steady. “Because you can’t stand there and tell me you don’t feel anything. You wouldn’t have opened this door if you didn’t.”

Eren never let you bullshit him. He saw right through you, every single time.

He exhaled sharply, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “Tell me. Do I have to sit there and watch you marry another man? Or are we getting the fuck out of here?”

Your heart pounded so hard it hurt.

You knew the answer before you even spoke.

“Let’s go.”

–

Eren’s lips were glued to yours as the elevator ascended, the weight of everything you had just done crashing down on you both. The kiss was frantic, messy, filled with a desperation that neither of you could suppress. It was like you had been drowning for the past two years, and now, finally, you could breathe again.

His hands roamed your body, gripping your waist like he was terrified you would disappear, like this was all some fever dream that would slip through his fingers if he let go. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until you were completely lost in him.

The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open, but neither of you moved. Not until Eren finally tore himself away, chest heaving, pupils blown wide with something unrestrained.

“Come on,” he murmured, voice low and thick with want.

He didn’t have to ask twice.

Fingers laced together, he pulled you down the hall, fumbling with the keycard until the door swung open. And the second it shut behind you, he was on you again, lips claiming yours like he had every right to. 

His hands tore at your dress, fabric splitting beneath his grip as he ripped it apart from the top. If you were in your right mind, you would have yelled at him for it. But right now, you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was being closer to him.

The ruined dress slipped from your body, pooling at your feet, leaving you bare except for the white lingerie beneath. The moment Eren laid eyes on you, his breath hitched. His gaze darkened, pupils blown wide with desire.

“Fuck me,” he rasped, dragging a rough hand over his mouth as if to contain himself. “You were gonna give all this to him? Hmm? He wouldn’t even know what to do with you.”

His words sent a wicked thrill down your spine, but before you could respond, his lips crashed into your neck, hot and possessive. His tongue flicked against your skin, followed by sharp nips that made your head tilt back with a gasp. He sucked until he left deep purple splotches blooming along your throat and collarbone, evidence of his claim.

Large hands slid down to knead your ass, squeezing as he pulled your body flush against his. Then, just as quickly, he lifted you into his arms, carrying you toward the bed. The softness of the mattress barely registered before his weight caged you beneath him.

As much as he loved the sight of you in delicate white lace, he couldn’t wait to see you bare. His fingers made quick work of your bralette, unclasping it with ease. The moment the fabric slid away, exposing your breasts, Eren groaned, his head dropping for a moment as if the sight physically weakened him.

“Eren,” you whined, tugging at his tie, your nails grazing his chest through his half-unbuttoned shirt. “Take it off.”

The way you pouted, eyes round and pleading, made something snap inside him.

“Yeah?” His smirk was lazy, teasing, but his fingers worked fast, yanking at the knot of his tie before hastily unbuttoning his shirt. He barely had the patience to shrug it off because he knew how desperate you were to touch him, and fuck, he was just as desperate to feel you.

Eren barely got his shirt off before your hands were on him, raking over the ridges of his stomach, tracing the deep lines of his abs. He was so fucking warm, muscles tense beneath your fingertips like he was barely holding himself back. But you didn’t want him to hold back.

“Eren,” you murmured, nails digging into his skin.

He groaned, low and deep, before crashing his lips back onto yours, kissing you like he was starving. His tongue slid against yours, claiming, demanding, as his hands roamed lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of your lace panties.

“You know,” he muttered against your mouth, “I should make you beg for it.”

You whined in protest, arching into him, but he only chuckled, slow and dangerous.

“Yeah?” His fingers trailed teasingly along the inside of your thigh, barely there, not nearly enough. “You want me to take them off?”

“Yes,” you breathed, legs shifting restlessly.

His lips brushed against your jaw, then lower, over the marks he’d left on your throat, and still, his fingers didn’t move any higher. “Use your words, baby.”

You huffed, frustration curling in your stomach. “Eren, please.”

His grip tightened suddenly, possessive, like he loved hearing you beg. “That’s my girl.”

And then, with one smooth motion, he ripped the lace away. A gasp left your lips, half-shock, half-anticipation, but Eren only groaned in satisfaction, sliding his palm over your now bare skin.

“Fuck,” he muttered, green eyes locking onto yours. “Look at you.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on you again, lips and tongue tracing fire down your body, taking his time, savoring every inch of you like you were something to be worshipped.

His fingers dipped into you, sinking past the tight resistance of your walls, and your back arched instinctively, a sharp gasp slipping from your lips. The stretch had your thighs trembling, pleasure crackling through your nerves like fire.

“Fuck,” Eren groaned, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “So fucking tight. His dick didn’t stretch you out like mine, did it?”

You barely had the mind to shake your head before he slid in another finger, the added pressure making you whimper. His thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that had your stomach tensing.

A broken moan escaped you, but before it could fill the room, Eren pulled his fingers out and shoved them between your lips. “Suck.”

You obeyed without hesitation, swirling your tongue around them, tasting yourself as your gaze locked onto his. His pupils were blown, lips parted as he watched you, completely transfixed.

“Good girl,” he muttered, voice thick with arousal.

Before you could process the praise, he lowered himself between your thighs, spreading them wider as he settled in. His breath ghosted over your slick heat, and then his mouth was on you.

The first flick of his tongue made your entire body jolt, and when he latched onto your clit, swirling, sucking, teasing, you couldn’t stop the way your hips bucked against his face.

“Eren,” you gasped, fingers flying to his hair, tugging, holding on for dear life as he devoured you.

He groaned into you, the vibrations making you shudder, and before you knew it, you were falling apart, pleasure cresting over you in waves. Your body tightened, back arching off the bed as his name spilled from your lips like a prayer.

Eren pulled away, lips glistening, but he didn’t give you a moment to recover. He was already getting up, hands moving in a rush. His belt clattered to the floor, pants shoved down just enough before he was on you again.

His cock dragged against your entrance, teasing, tip slick with your release, and you whimpered, hips shifting, chasing the fullness you knew was coming.

Eren smirked at your desperation, but he didn’t keep you waiting. With one slow, deliberate push, he sank inside, stretching you inch by inch until he was fully seated.

You swore you could pass out.

It had been two years since you’d been filled like this, since someone had reached this deep, and your body clenched around him like it never wanted to let go.

Eren didn’t give you a second to adjust. There was no patience, no teasing this time. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, punching a gasp straight from your throat.

Your body jolted with the force of it, nails digging into his biceps as he set a brutal pace, each thrust knocking the breath out of you.

“Fuck—” you choked, toes curling as the head of his cock dragged against that spot deep inside you, the one that made your vision blur.

Eren only growled in response, his grip tightening as he forced your body to take every ruthless stroke. One hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing it, keeping you exactly where he wanted. The other dug into your waist, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise, as if he was afraid you’d slip away.

“Look at you,” he rasped, his voice rough, wrecked. “Taking me so fucking well. This pussy was made for me.”

Your walls clenched around him at his words, and he smirked like he felt it.

“Yeah?” His pace stuttered for just a second, just enough to make you whine, before he rammed into you even harder, making the bed creak beneath you. “You like that? You like being fucked like you’re mine?”

You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. Your moans were all he got, loud and desperate as pleasure built inside you, white-hot and unrelenting.

Eren leaned in, lips brushing your ear, his breath heavy and uneven. “Say it.”

You shook your head, stubborn even now, but he only chuckled darkly, his thumb pressing against your clit, rubbing tight circles that made your whole body seize.

“Say it,” he demanded again, voice dropping, dripping with possession. “Or I don’t let you come.”

You let out a broken whimper, so close you could taste it, pleasure teetering on the edge of unbearable. He kept moving, hips snapping against yours, cock driving so deep it felt like he was splitting you open.

“Say it,” Eren repeated, voice softer this time but no less dangerous, lips skimming your jaw as he fucked into you, relentless.

And when you finally broke, when the pleasure coiled too tight to fight it anymore, you gasped it out, barely above a whisper.

“Yours. I’m yours, Eren! Fuck–” 

A groan tore from his throat, and his hips slammed into you with a new, desperate force, like he was trying to fuck the claim deeper, brand it into your bones.

“That’s right,” he growled, breath ragged, his fingers tightening around your throat. “You’re mine. This pussy—” he punctuated it with a brutal thrust, making you cry out, “—mine. Say it again.”

Your body shook beneath him, legs trembling, but you didn’t hesitate this time.

“Yours,” you gasped, fingers clawing at his back, trying to anchor yourself to something, anything, as he wrecked you. “Eren, I’m yours.”

His breath hitched, and for a moment, his pace stuttered, like he was trying to control himself, like he was on the verge of unraveling completely. But then his hand slid down, hooking behind your knee, hiking your leg up to spread you even wider.

And fuck, the new angle had you seeing stars.

A sharp gasp left your lips, back arching off the bed as his cock hit even deeper, so deep it felt like he was ruining you.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, watching the way your face twisted in pleasure. “You feel that? Feel how good you take me?”

You couldn’t answer, couldn’t do anything but moan as the heat in your stomach coiled impossibly tight, tension building, about to snap.

Eren must’ve felt it, how your walls fluttered around him, how your breath hitched in that telltale way, because his fingers moved to your clit, rubbing fast, ruthless circles that made your whole body jerk.

“Come for me,” he ordered, voice strained, barely holding on himself.

You shook your head weakly, trying to fight it, trying to make this last just a little longer, but Eren wasn’t having it.

“Don’t fucking hold back,” he rasped, slamming into you harder. “Come. Now.”

That was all it took.

Your body locked up, pleasure hitting you in a crashing wave that ripped through your veins, hot and all-consuming. A sob tore from your throat as you clenched around him, shaking as the orgasm washed over you, leaving you completely wrecked beneath him.

Eren wasn’t far behind.

“Fuck—” he hissed through gritted teeth, hips stuttering as your tightness milked him. His grip on you turned bruising, and then he was burying himself deep with one last thrust, a low groan spilling from his lips as he filled you.

The room was silent except for your ragged breaths, your skin slick with sweat, bodies still tangled together.

Still breathless, Eren leaned down and kissed you, softer this time. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, pressing you so tightly against him that you could feel the wild thrum of his heartbeat. “I fucking love you so much,” he murmured against your lips. “Never gonna leave you, baby. Never gonna let you leave me either.”

Apologies for any mistakes, I’ll edit in the morning with fresh pairs of eyes 👀.

[icyg4l]

PAC: Why Did You Reincarnate as a Woman?

For this Pick-A-Pile, I am going to continue with my Women’s History Month series, where I uplift, inspire and/or relate to women on this platform. This reading is a bit of a life path reading and a past life reading but it’s more general. So take whatever resonates and leave what doesn’t. Without further ado, please pick a pile!

Left-to-Right (1-3):

Pile 1: If you chose this pile, this is definitely for my girls who like to move around. I think that you’re someone who was meant to be rich, you definitely have expensive taste. In a past life, I think that you were into the esoteric world and into the arts. You dibbled and dabbled in a little bit of this and that. But I don’t think that you were able to find stability in your past life. But you had a clear vision for yourself. So this time, you’ve reincarnated as a woman to gain financial stability and independence from the debts of your past life. In past lives, you could have been non-committal or always wanting to rush into things. And as a result, you reincarnated without ever having a satisfied spirit. As women, we are expected to be the nurturers and sidekicks to men. But you, Pile One, are definitely the main character. You’re a free spirit and a force to be reckoned with. You follow the beat of your own drum. But remember that the goal is to feel happy with where you already are. Your spirit has a lot of fire but don’t burn it out trying to be everywhere all at once. You were born to be the non-comformist and that’s okay.

Signs: Gemini, Taurus, Leo, Sagittarius.

Cards Used: 7 of Cups, 5 of Wands, Queen of Discs, 9 of Discs, 2 of Discs, Ace of Discs, The High Priestess, The Hierophant, 3 of Swords, The Star, 4 of Discs, The World, 8 of Wands and Justice.

extras: beyhive. saweetie. white nails. green eyes. born with heart issues. short-term career path. life path number five. pirates. bohemian style. theatre kid. paint. big city girl.

Pile Two: If you chose this pile, you’re definitely someone who is described as a pure spirit. What’s funny is I channeled those Snapped interviews of people saying their friend was “the light in a dark room”. You have the tendency to make friends easily. You’re very introverted. That’s how it’s supposed to be. In a past life, you could have suffered from depression; perhaps you were in a mental hospital. You were burdened with a reputation that wasn’t true to your character. You were an outcast. Maybe you could predict death & people despised you for it. I think you felt unloved and misunderstood. This life is supposed to be a clean slate for you, Pile Two. I think that there was a lot of gossip about you. But this time, you carried over the scars from being a target of gossip. Maybe you feel like you don’t really have any friends. Maybe you have a weird relationship with trust & you end up trusting the wrong people/none at all. Maybe you keep people at an arms length but you’re still a friend to all. I think that you reincarnated as a woman to reclaim your power and the right to be here on this Earth. You make the world go round, Pile Two. Don’t forget that. Never feel guilty for having fun.

Cards Used: Justice, The Chariot, Knight of Wands, Page of Cups, 3 of Cups, 3 of Discs, King of Wands, 10 of Wands, Queen of Swords, The Magician, Ace of Swords, 9 of Cups, Ace of Cups (RX), Ten of Swords, The High Priestess, 7 of Cups, Queen of Cups and The World (RX).

Signs: Sagittarius, Scorpio, Aquarius, Libra.

extras: nurse. break my soul. ellie goulding. codependency. microsoft. computer geek. smiley emoji. venusian. dmv. pills. fasting. making friends with outcasts. working with autistic children/elderly people.

Pile Three: If you chose this pile, you’re probably a person who struggles with their faith. This doesn’t come from nowhere & it’s not new to you. It’s in fact true to you. Today, you’re described as someone who is rebellious or maybe even lazy, but somehow you never complain about your circumstances. You’re like Trish De La Rosa. You keep a job! But in a past life, you were like a moody teenager. You never really saw the good in things. You were very negative. You held grudges and shunned people if they pissed you off. You could have been a gang member or you were an advocate for civil rights. Either way, your mindset was very black-and-white, no in between. As a result, I feel like you can struggle with following the rules today. I also feel like you have the tendency to be anti-religion/anti-Christianity, which is the basis as to why you struggle with your faith. Someone could have told you that you had “loose” ways as a child and this lit a fire under your ass. Misogyny in the church, but also in general is a reason why you have this fighter spirit. You have a fighter spirit, Pile Three. You’re here as a woman to take back what’s yours. You’re here to help other women realize their worth, reclaim their sexuality and transmute their pain into something beautiful, Pile Three and you will do it successfully.

Cards Used: Nine of Swords, The Star, The Emperor, Ace of Wands (RX), Ten of Swords (RX), Two of Discs, Eight of Cups, Queen of Cups, The Sun (RX), 4 of Discs, The World, 4 of Cups, Justice (RX), 8 of Swords, The Lovers (RX), The Hierophant, Princess of Swords.

Signs: Scorpio, Aries, Capricorn, Pisces.

extras: detention. good luck charlie. rapper. obsessed with cats. megan thee stallion. enough (2002). independent women. scarlet red. queer rights activist.

[prlssprfctn]

Imagine Bat & Co get hit by some magic user where they get to explore their past memories. There's a mix of the mundane and the more impactful events as they get sent to memory after memory.

They end up an innocuous night where Robin!Jason is sick, so Bruce decides to take the night off from being Batman. It's sweet and they are all enjoying it after the more unsavory moments they've seen, but Jason says, "Oh, we just making stuff up now. Out of memories worth showing". Only for Bruce to counter saying that it did happen.

The others don't really know how to trust. If they trust Bruce, who doesn't have a reason to lie about something quite small, they ruin the fragile relationship with Jason they've cultivated. But can they trust Jason, his Robin era is shrouded in mystery, who is to say he's remembers it himself.

They are all standing there, the tension thick, before being swept to another memory, an easy out. But Jason isn't arguing with Bruce just thinking. He's racking his brain for a reason for this disparity then he remembers his encounter with S'aru. He had to give up his most precious memory and never took it back like Kori and Roy.

Then that begs the question, why would this be his most precious memory? Is it because Bruce is choosing Jason over his crusade? He is choosing to be a dad and not be Batman. That can't be right. He wouldn't do that now. Why would he do that then? Sure, others can say that it is real and from all the other memories they've seen have actually happened. But he's watching it as a spectator and not in the moment. And how is it his reality when it seems so much closer to his dreams.

Of course, their travels couldn't end without the gang watching the encounter with S'aru. Another piece in the puzzle. But why would Jason not want it back? He considers it his most precious memory, so why leave it. Does he want to move on from those years that are literally a lifetime ago? Or is it simply because it's Bruce? His very existence defines the memory but also taints it for all that he does in the future.

Context: Red Hood & the Outlaws (New52) #3

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(Finally decided on an emoji and remembered to sign off my ask)

hi, dear!

YOUR BRAIN, OUCH, OUCH— let me chime in with this addition:

i imagine both Bruce and Jason being restless after this event for nights, ultimately for the different reasons — Jason is wondering if it would change anything at all, if he got it back (no, it won't; if anything, it would hurt more) and Bruce keeps asking himself why Jason did what he did, with the memory.

the bump into each other one of these sleepless nights. stare each other for a while. and then, when they gather their courage, the same question leaves their mouth, at the same time, addressed to each other:

"do you regret it?"

Jason asks if Bruce regrets what had happened between them because of all of that, that memory, let alone, was supposed to mean something for Bruce — Jason used to mean something. so does he regret the bad blood between them? does he?

and Bruce obviously wants to know if Jason regrets their lost connection, their shared warmth. if he wants to take it back now. if their past still means something for him, if Bruce is not lost in his son's eyes.

but maybe they don't realise what this question truly means to each other.

maybe Jason thinks Bruce is asking if he regrets losing that memory (he does and doesn't at the same time — it hurt nevertheless). and Bruce assumes that Jason wonders if he regrets that day, the day of the memory — if he regrets loving Jason so dearly and choosing him over the mission with a new knowledge of what kind of person his son is going to become in the future.

so they stare, stare, stare, and answer simultaneously again:

"no."

and then they leave, bristling at each other, both hurt and arrogant, having no idea that they meant completely different things.

not finding out how loved they are by each other.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt IV good omens but all i know is i watched three episodes on a stream with you all

Three hours being in a server with good omens fans in the wild *insert random emojis to sound like optimum clickbait youtuber except this ain't clickbait*

Okay I woke up. Before everything just WASHES out of my brain, I'm gonna describe whatever happened last night best as I can, because that's what I do.

Some of you were unable to attend the stream, and were sad. But don't worry I got you guys here's the rundown:

people joined the server. people were confused. i was afraid. i was assured that i should be, which was meant to comfort me.

people introduced themselves. someone said they had worked in a brothel as a bartender, which was cool, they said they had many stories. they did not elaborate for fear of scaring the newcomers. The newcomers, aka, me, were already scared, and it was not of the brothel stories.

I brought an emotional support orange with me. It looked uncomfortable. I thought it would be rotten. It was not, but we would not know that until later.

@thescholarlystrumpet entered fabulously, and started the stream.

i didn't realise the show had started for a good two minutes because there was a random voice over that was telling us about Earth's star sign (Libra) and somehow that didn't compute in my brain as being part of the episode. I thought we were checking audio.

It turned out, the episode had begun, and everyone was acting like this is a completely normal way for a show to start.

We time-jumped from the fall of man to modern day society so fast that I got whiplash.

There were a lot of orgasmic noises. I asked why. I was told in no uncertain terms that those were screams of labour. I'm sorry to everyone who has given birth ever.

There were three babies. I tried to keep track, it was hard. I thought the Antichrist won prizes for tropical fish. I was wrong.

I fell in love with Crowley and his hips and was very gay on the chat. This was heartily applauded.

I didn't realise an hour had passed when the episode ended, which it seemed was to be a common theme. I said nothing happened which everyone found funny for some reason.

I was very concerned about Armageddon. Everyone assured me that it would take place over the course of the season. I asked why we'd speedrun through millennia in five minutes but eight days took several episodes. I was a naive fool. Time is a social construct and this show cares not for social constructs.

They fucked up the mission. This was also to be a common theme.

I begged for a break and had to shake my head to try and get the brain rot out. I did not succeed.

The second episode commenced. The intro concerned me, because the cartoon Aziraphale looked pregnant or like a chicken. I asked if Crowley had impregnated him. He had not.

The pornography scene had to be replayed because I was so lost and had not relished it properly.

There was a lot of crying on the chat. Every few minutes someone would say a normal sentence in English and everyone would respond with crying emojis. Needless to say, I was concerned. This was also to be a common theme.

I asked why we were talking about random children. I was told it was The Them and they were the Antichrist's friends. I liked the hellhound.

I wanted to adopt the Antichrist, and grew more thirsty for Crowley every time he was a casual accessory to murder. I'm relying on this fandom not to use this as evidence with the cops. The chat was not reassuring, they said maybe.

I thirsted for Crowley more. This was also to be a common theme.

Aziraphale was very cute, I realised. That was nice. It was not nice when he had gay panic and said mean things to Crowley and they broke up. This was also to be a common theme.

I got so gay for Crowley that I ate the emotional support orange. It was gaseous. The chat was concerned, and everyone got excited every time oranges were mentioned after.

The third episode was a fucking roller coaster. Crowley and Aziraphale were your average high school couple but biblical for 6000 years.

Both were casual accessories to murder, and sometimes the cause of the murders, before going out for a date. Crowley got horny and he stopped listening every time Aziraphale ate. This was also to be a common theme.

The chat was keeping count of the husband breakups. This was not nice.

The Bentley was silver in many scenes, and people were forced to concede that they saw it. I was smug.

Crowley was sexy. She served gender, or as some people in the chat said, she served cunt. Her hairstyles got better and better. No one liked the 60s one. I did. I like everything she does. I love him.

Things happened. The fandom infected me. Someone mentioned how the book said Crowley felt lonely. I was near tears.

Crowley walked down the aisle for Aziraphale. We all were happy.

The book case, the thermos, the bandstand. I was broken.

Everyone said very emotional goodbyes.

I made a post on tumblr that was absolutely incomprehensible but accurately conveyed my love for Crowley. I fell asleep.

Same time next week, I believe.

I hope this was an adequate summary of the livestream for everyone, I am broken irreparably and if anyone mentions the bandstand I will have to start drinking and not stop till I get a happy ending. I cannot afford alcohol. I will ferment grapes myself if I have to.

[eeboor]

jayvik ficrecs 🤺🤺🤺

it’s long so. continues utc (also i tried to mention which ones had smut but i definitely forgot to mention some so idk proceed w caution)

The Pulse of The Machine by BringTheKaos (92k)

SOOOOOO INCREDIBLY GOOD!!! sorta a mixture of league and arcane lore which i LOVE, explicit sexual content and some (imo) mild body horror bc well, viktor, and the typical lovers to enemies to lovers arc that league jayvik generally embarks on

look out bellow by weatheredlaw (11k)

SO GOOD. very sad at the end lowk 😟😟 but love it. again a mixture of league and arcane lore, just how i like it smirk emoji. one sex scene (bottom jayce supremacy tbh)

A shared detestation by oooohscar (2k)

the type of fic you wish was longer and never stop thinking about. league lore compliant, essentially meant to be viktor and jayce’s meet-cute at one of those piltie parties they both despise

Your Needs, My Needs by inoxske (23k)

post canon for arcane lore. Wow i’m still reeling actually. real tears were shed after i finished this but it hurt so good. basically jayvik learns to heal after season 2, posing as fake husbands until they become hmmm maybe not so fake husbands. one sex scene but vague af

Bookstreet by Elf_Writes (10k)

SO CUTE AND FUN. pure fluff and some second hand embarrassment because jayce + vi = flop duo. basically jayce takes vi’s advice on how to woo viktor and things get worse from there. i’m obsessed

If This Is How It Feels to Be Broken by marttyyriroskis (21k)

a much lighter take on the usual hatred between machine herald viktor and defender of tomorrow jayce!! again, a mixture of league and arcane canons (my favorite shii fr 😍😍). basically, jayce is at rock bottom and viktor meets him there despite the grievances of the past. love the characterization, one sex scene but very brief and vague

love, letting go by theroyalsavage (13k)

once again the mixture of league and arcane canon, SOOOOO GOOD. hurts so good fr. miscommunication trope but in a way that doesn’t make you want to kill all the characters. love the take on the hexcore. fic essentially operates under the assumption that season 2 of arcane did not occur 💯. also jayce thinking viktor replaced his face and not knowing the mask is a MASK will always be my FAV. “i never thought i’d see your eyes again” yeah so that’s the gayest thing i’ve ever fucking read

to swim through the fires — to stay in this world by theroyalsavage (20k)

just got finished reading this. wow i hope i die! so good. very little angst, lovely plot. AU where viktor never leaves the undercity and raises ekko and powder after that Awful Night ™️. i love you jayce talis i want to kiss your lovely forehead. what a baddie. anyway uhhh read it or i’ll kill you

all this longing - ships left to rush by theroyalsavage (22k)

i love you jayvik divorce era maybe you could save me. Ok basically pirate au yet still vaguely canon compliant with arcane season 1. jayce gets captured by pirates oh no and who’s that mysterious guy who vouches for him?? surely not his long lost ex (they never dated)…. oh em gee how will it end

growing sideways by inkingbrushes (27k)

wow okay so this one is beautiful. modern au where jayvik are roommates, best friends, and a secret third thing (lovers in denial). the getting together takes a little while but is so so worth it. viktor pov, and you can tell the person who wrote jayce is a little in love with him too

Evergreen Out The Window by inkingbrushes (51k)

wow same author so crazy. Mage au? i guess?? idk just read it, it’s amazing and so beautiful and heart wrenching and UGH i love a good immortality magic fic. READ ITTTT!!!! also i love the rio representation here.

The Firelight Tree by Tempeste (58k)

amazing showstopping incredible. post canon arcane fic, i love the healing that happens between jayvik and ekko’s inclusion is just top tier. also the lust jayvik shares is just 😳. two sex scenes i believe, serving my vers jayvik agenda fr.

You Look Fur-miliar by eeboor (18k)

Wowww this couldnt possibly be my own fic could it. ok well tbh it’s jayvik if they were cats. viktor has three legs. jayce is a Maine coon. enemies to lovers but like cats. love at first sight but only for jayce and also like they’re cats. Hurt comfort. Just read it I actually love how it turned out

Happy Endings by eeboor (2k)

Ur kidding this just can’t be by me. Ok maybe it is u got me. canon compliant, mage viktor’s various trials w figuring out how to make Jayce succeed and stop him from dooming the entire world. Yippee!

butterflies and hurricanes by ironcy (39k)

wow ok i might take my life! if you like jayce centric and jayce whump then THIS is the jayvik fic for you. wow ok the pain is endless i’m sorry i just got done reading this as i’m writing this. absolutely brutal, but incredibly well done and a satisfying ending. rip my girl ximena tho

Red Chrysanthemums by Finnicus_Gayicus (124k)

so good. SO GOOD. really gives satisfaction in a way i can’t describe—you get mad as fuck at the fic for a few chapters and then satisfied again, and again and again until the beautiful perfect ending. basically jayce is thrust into an alternate reality which takes place in the modern day instead of the hellscape he was sent to in arcane. 2-3 sex scenes. VERY well written and so incredibly beautiful honestly the bottle flew into my hand

you’re so handsome when i’m all over your mouth by HypnosTheory (39k)

ok ummm porn every chapter lmfao. REALLY well written, pretty intense bc it’s also a vampire/werewolf au. some abo elements too bc viktor is like my mate my mate for a while there. i pray every day that the author will finish the series bc i can’t live with that ending. also a murder scene occurs 🙏

ok that’s all for now but i will probably post another one of these at some point because i’m mentally ill

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part thirty-two

summary: the end.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 2.9k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n:

the end!! omg!!guys thank you so much for being here through this whole story and this was LONG!! over 110k words of a lot of nonsense but to anyone who's made it this far,, ilysm. i'm gonna miss them!! stop they were everything to me :(

ANYWAY same with LTPF if you've read that, there will be an epilogue coming soon and also definitely more oneshots and maybe bonus content that i wish i included in the original series but just didn't make the cut. so stay tuned for that!!

if you liked this series, i'm obligated as well to plug my NEXT series that's coming soon, 'requiem'!! i am so excited about it so please follow me for updates on when that will be posted!! def soon!!

just one more time i wanted to say ily, and thank you :')

see you soon!

my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)

send me any and all of your thoughts! here!

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You keep your books tucked firmly to your chest as you walk into your first class, wearing the spare clothes you brought to Sejanus's house on Friday just in case you had to change. In case you spilled something on your white dress, or just felt the need to change- ironically enough.

Your normal seat in the front centre of the room is obviously free, considering also that you were quite early this morning. You had some readings you needed to catch up on anyway, in order to be prepared for midterms which were apparently coming up quickly.

It isn't long after you open your book before others begin to shuffle in, and much to your surprise, you feel the chair next to you pull back and see someone sit down. "Hi, Victor." The boy's voice says, forcing you to look up from your book.

Dark hair and dark eyes, you think you remember his name was Cancor. "Oh, my name is Y/N." You correct him kindly, adjusting nervously in your seat.

"I know that." He says, eyes merely slits as he seems to look past your own eyes and into your soul.

"You're... You're Cancor, correct? I don't believe we've properly met." You add, sitting up straighter.

"Crane." He states. "My last name is Crane."

"That's... yes that's a lovely name." You smile nervously, unsure what to say but still wanting to fill the silence he seemed so comfortable with. "Alliteration is such a fun thing to consider when naming a child..."

"It means spider." He states. "Did you ever meet my sister?" He asks, ignoring your nervous ramblings.

"No, no I don't believe I have. What is her name?" You ask.

"Arachne." The boy says, raising an eyebrow at you expectantly while you take a moment to wrack your mind to place it. He's acting as if you should know her, and suddenly you feel like you do.

You tilt your head slightly, allowing the memory to hit you like a freight train.

The funeral.

All you really remembered until now was being chained to a truck and paraded down the street you now recognize as the Corso, the body of his sister's tribute swinging above you while people screamed and cursed at you. Then, Coryo sang the national anthem.

"Oh, yes. Of course." You nod slightly, a frown settling over your features. "I am so sorry for your loss. Truly."

"No, you're not." He spits. "You don't care, and the fact that you're pretending to is just vile. She meant less than nothing to you and those animals- otherwise, she would still be here!"

You stammer, pushing yourself back in your seat as you grip the bottom of the chair. "No, no- I am sorry, I am. That should not have happened. It- It was horrible."

"Cancor." You silently thank the universe for your professor's quick intervention. "If you wouldn't mind returning to your usual seat and leaving Miss Y/L/N alone."

"We were just talking." Cancor replies, suddenly sweet as honey- cool and collected as if he wasn't just berating you over your faults in his sister's death.

"Go." Dr. Nero tells him again, nodding up toward the back of the lecture hall. "Before I am forced to ask you to leave."

The boy sighs in quiet frustration, slightly aggressive about his movements as he grabs his bag and stomps up the stairs.

You look up to your professor who greets the look with a curt nod and the smallest of sympathetic smiles.

It does nothing to quell the lightness you feel that usually signifies the trembling of your hands, which would soon spread. You close your eyes trying to take deep breaths that wouldn't come, but all you can see is the bodies of Arachne Crane and her tribute by the bars that had separated them. You have to open your eyes to remind yourself you aren't standing in the street, wrists still shackled to a truck. You can feel the chains weighing your wrists down to the desk as you think about it. You had almost entirely forgotten about the whole event- and the guilt of that was suddenly clawing its way up your throat. Cancor had never had the privilege of forgetting the way you had.

Quickly, you shove your books into your bag and stand, heading for the door. "Y/N." Dr. Nero's voice forces you to stop and you just turn to look at him, knowing full well you're unable to speak. "It's 8:58."

You nod slightly, looking down at the marble flooring that lay between you. "Start without me." You mumble, not giving him the chance to respond before you're leaving, accidentally bumping shoulders with some of the final students to enter.

You hadn't missed a single class yet, attendance was important, but right now you couldn't care less. Why should you even have the privilege of attending classes at the university in place of some of the academy's brightest minds who never got the chance? Like Arachne, and the three other mentors who were killed because of the games. You knew it wasn't necessarily your fault, but you understood Cancor's anger being directed at you. In a twisted way, you felt like you deserved it. They were meant to survive, you never were. Yet, here you were- a walking reminder to those students' friends and families that for some reason, they had to lose someone they shouldn't have.

You quickly pace down the nearly empty hall, trying to hold back your tears as long as you could. Feeling like you can't breathe is making it exponentially harder, and you wonder how you even walked out of the arena as it was. Adrenaline is a crazy beast- and you wished you had some leftover now. Sometimes, in moments like this, you wonder if you had used up your life's supply of the chemical the last time you were here in the Capitol.

Coryo was already running late after spending probably far too long conversing with your brother in the car, but he couldn't resist taking a detour into the arts building. He would just pass through, past your room just to glance inside and see if you were really there. Just to get a look at you.

He doesn't need to, though, turning a corner and just catching a glimpse of your hair as you disappear with a left turn at the end of the corridor. He was sure it was you.

Walking past your classroom he looks anyway, just to double-check, and as he suspected, you were gone.

He quickens his pace, taking advantage of his height difference over you to try and catch up with more rushed steps. "Y/N?" He calls out as he turns the same corner, but you're already hidden from view and the door at the far end of the hall is slamming shut.

As he continues down the corridor, a furrow knits its way into his brow. You must be headed to where you normally eat lunch, that is all that would make sense.

Without thinking, he follows. The courtyard is almost empty, aside from your frame curled up on the grass, knees tucked to your chest and bag discarded halfheartedly beside you on the damp grass. The sun casts a shadowed glow where it isn't blocked by trees or buildings in its path of rising, the grass is wet under his shoes as he quickly approaches you.

"Hey- hey, Y/N/N, it's me." He calls out as he walks up behind you. You turn your head, and then stand quickly.

"It- It's okay. I'm fine." You stammer, wiping your cheeks frantically. "You should g-go, you're already late."

"I'm not leaving you like this." He shakes his head, holding a hand out toward you as you avoid his eyes. "Tell me what happened, love. Talk to me."

You shake your head, shoulders backed to an invisible wall as you hold your palms over your face. You can't look at him right now- especially right now, when all you want is for him to hold you.

"You're okay. I'm not gonna hurt you." He whispers, taking a hesitant step closer. By now, you know full well he wouldn't hurt you. Not in the way he's saying, at least.

"You should go." You choke over the words that feel heavy in your mouth.

"Y/N, love, I told you, I'm not going anywhere." He repeats calmly.

"I want to go home." You sob. "I shouldn't have won, I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't even be alive!" You say, voice picking up in frustration. "It's not fair. Nothing is fair, nothing."

He frowns as you lower your hands, clenching your fists at your sides. "Of course, you should be here."

"You don't get it!" You snap, and you hardly even sound like yourself.

This was it. This was your breaking point.

Coryo is taken back by your outburst, almost flinching at the abruptness of your shift. He had never seen you angry- he didn't even know it was possible. Of course it was. He'd spent all this time, all this energy trying to convince people that you were human. Anger comes with that, hand in hand like your cat and the fur that's clinging to his clothes at this very moment. You couldn't have one without the other. "Then explain it to me." He urges you, trying to sound anything other than defensive.

Your eyes soften, as if you're suddenly realizing that your anger was not entirely placed on him. You shake your head. "It's not... I cannot explain it and that is the worst part." You sigh, but the rage flashes in your eyes again as you look down. "Why was it me and not any of them? Why did so many of your classmates have to die? Why did Marcus escape only to face a worse fate than the rest of us, when he tried to help me too? Why am I enrolled at this stuffy university when my spot belongs to Arachne Crane in rights?"

"Arachne Crane?" Coryo mutters, eyes widening with confusion while he wonders where on earth that came from. He shakes his head quickly to dismiss the thought. "Marcus tried to save you, yes, that could have been you who escaped, that's true- but you were too busy trying to save me. And you did." He knows better than to accuse you of regretting that. He knows you don't.

When you don't reply, just staring at him head on now, frustrated and confused, he continues. "If we're going by this unexplainable logic of the universe, I think that it was you because instead of saving yourself, you saved me. And you did it again in the arena, when you went back for Jessup when I was looking at the screen and begging you silently to just ditch him. Same exact thing when you tried to get little Wovey up into the rafters with you, and hell! When you stared down the barrel of my gun, shaking head to toe from fear just to save the life of the Mayor's daughter, who was nothing but awful to everyone!" He says, gesticulating wildly to get his point across. "I've been trying to tell you for months, Y/N. It was you because you are the only person in this whole damn country who cares about someone other than themselves."

You just shake your head, and it's frustrating to him that you're unwilling to accept what he knows to be true. "It didn't work." You sniff. "You're the only one who survived me."

"Listen to me," Coryo says, reaching out and holding your face in his hands- throwing caution to the wind regarding how he knows to handle your panic attacks. "I survived because I had to learn how to love you."

You look into his eyes, flitting your own back and forth between them in an attempt to place any signs of deception. Blue, baby blue. You find none.

"And I did. And I'll love you every day for the rest of our lives. I don't want you to think for a minute that I'm embarrassed by that fact." Your eyes are squeezed shut by the time he finishes speaking, his thumbs swiping over the tear stains left down your cheeks by anger.

"It's not your fault." You mumble, shaking your head under his hold. "I do not fault you for being embarrassed."

"I'm not." He says again. "Look at me, please, love."

You pry your eyes open to face him.

"I've... I've had all this pressure my whole life to be perfect, and now it's worse than ever and I should have never let that get pushed onto you. I want you to be happy, that's all. I want you to be free to do whatever you want, and right now, the cost of that comes with who we are in public. Do you understand?"

"Yes." You say softly, but he can see that's not fully true.

"Here, in the Capitol, everything is a social ladder. We cannot marry who we wish, we marry who we should. Rarely ever do kids here date for fun."

"Like Lucy Gray and the silly mistakes she made over and over again with Billy Taupe." You comment, trying to lighten the tension you feel radiating off his body.

"Yes." He chuckles, smiling hopefully at you, relieved that you understood. "But I want nothing more on this earth than for you to be the one I spend my life with. I want to make you happy, but first, in order to do that, you have to be someone that they will accept. And I am so, so sorry I didn't explain this to you sooner, but I want you to know I've never wanted you to change."

"We don't need them to like me to be happy. That will be an endless uphill battle, Coryo." You shake your head slightly, placing your hands over his as they slide down onto your neck.

"It will be uphill but we can do it." He assures you quickly. "You're already well-liked, we're-"

"Were you not happy in Twelve?" You ask, a sad look in your eyes.

He stops, tilting his head slightly at you. He was happy in Twelve, now that he considers it. He hadn't thought about it, he was so focused on hating everything but you that he just assumed it was awful, but really, it wasn't. Not in hindsight."Is that what you want?"

You smile in response. No one had asked in months what you wanted. What you really wanted.

"What do you want, love? I'll pack up and move us back to Twelve tomorrow if that's what you really want." He says again, nothing short of desperation in his tone.

Faced with the option, you're really not sure. Yes, of course, you'd like to go home. It was very tempting. But Coryo was right, this education was important. You imagine for a moment the life you could have back home if you stuck it out a few more years. And maybe by then, you'll be better accepted here. Maybe by then, the Capitol will be a different place, and you'll be truly happy here. With him, and he will have the power to make the games go away.

"No, no." You shake your head. "I want to do something splendid...something heroic or wonderful that won't be forgotten after I'm dead. I don't know what, but I'm on the watch for it and mean to astonish you all someday." You say, and he can tell from your change in notation that the words are not your own. It was something new, unlike what he had heard from you before. He smiles. "I want to be with you, first and foremost."

"You'll always be with me. Where you go, I follow." He assures you. "I was happy in Twelve, if only because I had you."

"That should not be enough, though." You insist.

"It has been for you, hasn't it?" He asks, and you nod, biting your tongue.

He grins. "Then I promise, love, that would be more than enough for me."

"O-okay." You agree, suddenly flushed by his stare. Coryo smiles, looking briefly at your lips as you speak. To him, they seemed more tempting now than ever.

He starts to lean in and you move your head back quickly, a worried look crossing your face and you look around. "Coryo, we-"

"I don't care." He says quickly, gently pulling you back to him and pressing his lips to yours. Consequences are the last thing on his mind right now.

You take hold of the front of his delicately pressed shirt, pulling him closer with his hands on your neck. Here, in the middle of the university courtyard with the sun shining down on your back, everything is okay and at least for now, the cold night has given way to a warm, sunny morning.

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[spotsandsocks]

Oh hi!

For my wintery ask to you, I'm sending 🎅🏽 and marshmallow. :)

Hellooooo! Thanks for sending a stocking ask. One ficlet for marshmallow. 570 words . Hope you like it 😊

His phone is ringing which considering the time is enough to make Buck’s heart rate spike. It’s way past the acceptable time for calling without an important reason. Grabbing his phone and seeing Maddies face and name lit u does nothing to calm him down. It’s way past eleven. What's happened?

He answers the phone intent on finding out “what’s wrong?”

“Elves! Stupid things. I hate them.”

It’s not anything close to what he was expecting. At least it’s not an emergency or a disaster which considering thier lives is more than possible.”

“Ok and why do we hate elves at” he checks the time “11.23 at night?”

“Because I forgot about them tonight and Howie’s on an extra shift tonight and I have not idea what to do with the damn things! I need help! You're my help!”

Maddie sounds at the end of her tether, hardly surprising the holidays are stressful, there’s a lot to do and the elves are, he knows from Chimney a major source of stress. He makes a mental note to not start any elf shenanigans when he has kids,

‘“Ok… what have you done already?”

“Everything! Stupid things, maybe they can have an accident tonight…”

“Maybe not, let’s not traumatise Jee ok Mads.”

“They deserve it, they could get locked out or get flushed down the toilet, the oven…”

“Maddie!” He stops her, almost shocked at the level of homicidal rage she has towards the naughty Christmas elves Jee loves to see every morning. “Flour footprints?”

“Basic, did it week one.”

“Drawing on the fruit?

“Done it.”

“Using the pans as drums?”

“Fun but done it.”

“Playing cards?”

“Boring!”

“Top of Christmas tree? Melted ice cream? Stuck to the ceiling? Grated carrot?”

“Buck, you’re meant to be helping me. I’ve done all that, it’s almost Christmas Eve, I’ve got to get creative now!”

Ok… um what have you got in the cupboards?

Almost at once he can hear cupboard doors opening and closing.

“There’s nothing useful! What am I going to do?”

“We’ll think of something, don’t worry.”

With his sister calling out things from her cupboards he tries to think of Christmasy things. Cookies, mistletoe, snow, stockings, trees, presents, baubles… one of his ideas comes back to him; snow.

“Maddie, you got any marshmallows?”

“Umm… yeah, why?”

“Big ones or small?”

“Both.”

Hoping this idea goes down better than the others he takes a breath.

“Ok, build a snowhouse out of the big ones and then use the others for snow and make a snow angel shape with the elf.”

He waits hopefully. There’s silence on the other end of the phone, then a sigh of relief followed by his sister's voice.

“That’s brilliant. Buck you’re a genius! I love you.”

Then she hangs up. About 15 minutes later he gets a picture of the elves doing exactly what he suggested, it looks good if he does say so himself.

Maddie sends a text that says thank you and heart emojis that make him smile.

The next one she sends doesn’t. It says; great job tonight so you can help again tomorrow.

Looks like Maddie’s elf problem is his too now, but then what’s family for if not to put mischievous elves into situations together. He opens a new browser page on his phone and types ‘elf on a shelf ideas’… who needs sleep when there are nieces to keep happy.

[yanderes-galore]

Hi, could I request a romantic AOT yandere Levi Ackerman vs yandere Zeke Yeager with a darling who is part of the exploration legion and comes from a family similar (no same) to the Ackerman’s, so it is also very strong ;) Either in concept or scenario. Thank u ❤️‍🩹

Sure! Just a warning, this contains content from Season 3 and 4.

Also, was the emoji (❤️‍🩹) meant to be an Anon Name? Want me to register that?

Idea for Zeke's character from this post.

Yandere! Levi Ackerman vs Zeke Yeager

(With Scout! Darling)

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Violence, Blood, Manipulation, Murder, Double suicide mentioned for Zeke, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping, Dark themes, Torture, Forced relationship implied.

These two already hate one another enough.

Levi is Humanity's Strongest and Zeke is the Beast Titan.

Which means naturally they're enemies... especially with their past with one another.

You are another skilled Scout hailing from a family who was meant to protect the King similar to the Ackermans.

Naturally this makes you strong, even if you aren't quite as strong as Levi or Mikasa.

You may even share a similar hatred that Levi has for Zeke due to all of what Zeke's done.

The fact that they both could have feelings for you would just be... horrendous.

Levi makes sense, you're close to him as your captain.

Plus, maybe your two families used to be closely linked deep in history?

Being beside Levi just seems to feel like fate to you.

Zeke doesn't hate you, mostly because you weren't the one who humbled him and tried to kill him... Levi was.

In fact, Zeke respects your strength, even if you hate his guts.

I like to think some Titan-Shifters are just possessive due to their nature... and Zeke is no different.

He's just very... tactical with his interest towards you.

Meanwhile Levi is just quiet with his feelings towards you, preferring to focus on the mission rather than sentimentality.

The shared obsession probably doesn't start until Zeke decides to side with the Scouts due to shared goals.

He isn't fully on your side and doesn't entirely get along, but it's enough for him to get close to you.

Much to Levi's annoyance.

Despite your similarities to the Ackermans, Zeke isn't indifferent to you.

Towards Levi he's seething, yet with you he expresses a friendly curiosity.

Zeke may lean more into this behavior if he notices it irritates Levi.

Levi definitely asks you to keep your guard up around Zeke.

He isn't exactly trustworthy... yet he also wants you away from him for personal reasons.

I also feel Zeke's feelings for you can lead to... serious consequences.

Like, the fact he feels living is suffering, so if he snaps he may just break and possibly kill you both later on.

Zeke no doubt views it as sparing you.

In terms of who's more unstable in the long term... they both have their moments but Zeke is more dangerous.

Mostly because Levi would never try to hurt you for some delusional reason. (Zeke would think he's sparing you)

The two are cold and ruthless in their own way, yet view life differently.

Levi values life, especially yours.

Zeke hates life and wants to "spare" his beloved from it if he realizes you both can't be happy with each other.

You're the only person Zeke genuinely enjoys other than Eren.

So if you don't like him in the end, if you continue to fight...

He has plans.

Something to note is the fact these two openly insult one another to provoke each other.

The two are often at each other's throats.

I like to imagine the two pick up cues from one another and slowly realize they... both like you romantically.

Which then makes the two only hate each other more.

Levi is protective of you since you've both been in the Scouts for a long time.

The fact this filthy turncoat wants you for himself annoys him.

Meanwhile Zeke pities the way Levi treats you.

You still like your captain despite how rude he is?

You'd stick by him despite everything he's put you through?

Levi's going to make you suffer... so why not come to Zeke?

He'll love you... you'll be one of the only things he loves...

Which is why he doesn't plan to share.

Them getting into physical fights and trying to kill each other is probably a sight that's more common than most rivalries.

The two already hate each other an egregious amount.

If their rivalry was made more personal by the fact they both adore you, then they'd probably go against orders and destroy one another.

The two already want each other dead.

You're merely more fuel to that fire.

At first, they're cold and tense with one another.

It's all conversations filled with threatening words and attempts to provoke one another.

But as Zeke prepares to betray the Scouts for his own goals, Levi suspects the Beast Titan of trying something.

Levi no doubt warns you against the suspicious wine.

That or maybe Zeke beats him to it, saying how you deserve something better than such swill.

He doesn't want you to drink his spinal fluid, you'd be of no use as a Titan.

Things would be the most tense if you were one of the soldiers that was with Levi for a month to protect Zeke's location.

For a month you're stuck with two men who not only despise one another... but are both in love with you to a disturbing degree.

Their hate has simmered compared to Shiganshina, yet begins to pick up as the two are near you.

Zeke's still quite friendly, giving you smiles despite his negative and calculating attitude.

It really is weird how he tells you to not drink the wine, especially after Levi warned you....

Meanwhile Levi won't stop glaring at Zeke whenever he speaks to you.

He knows he's planning something.

Especially since Zeke can sense Levi loves you too.

Levi often warns you, staying beside you as he walks you away from Zeke.

Levi has lost enough people he cares about.

He'd rather be damned than allow Zeke to take you from him, just like how he killed Erwin or his other Warriors killed his team and other subordinates.

Safe to say due to what Levi has gone through over the course of the original story... He isn't giving you up.

Same thing with Zeke who only seems to be happy with you.

Out of any rivalries I have done lately, this one can be quite violent due to what happens in Season 4.

I'm talking Levi would torture Zeke and take joy in it normally.

Would he do it to protect you and keep you to himself? YEAH-

Even Zeke would be pleased to make Levi suffer or die.

Zeke isn't necessarily sadistic... but with one roar he can turn every Scout he infected into a Titan to kill Levi.

Then as he makes his escape, he can just take you with him as his captive.

Zeke likes to make Levi suffer.

Zeke would definitely say "If I can't have you, no one can." Then kill you in front of Levi.

Then with all the blood on his hands, would sacrifice himself just to "spare" you both.

Levi isn't as deranged or delusional... thankfully.

He is fully on board with the idea of torturing and killing Zeke with as much violence as possible for you.

Yet he'd never use you to hurt Zeke.

Levi, as your captain, has taken a personal vow to protect you.

Killing Zeke will ease his stress.

You wouldn't even be all that distraught.

The two are obviously possessive.

But the two barely have time to act on it without needing to get rid of the other one.

Levi may be able to get away with it by moving you away from Zeke, yet he has such a hard time confessing that he never ends up doing it until Zeke is out of the picture.

Although, Zeke is fully capable of pushing boundaries, attempting physical affection with you with "friendly" flirtation until Levi tackles him in a rage.

The good thing about you being strong is you have an even playing field.

Levi is stronger yet you're still quite capable.

I also feel he isn't going to be the one you fight the most due to your standing with him.

It's really Zeke you have to worry about being the biggest danger.

He's the one most likely to kill you and Levi and is probably more unstable compared to Levi.

You being close to the strength of an Ackerman would keep Zeke off you for awhile.

Until he finds a way to change tactics, that is.

Both of them are tactical and ruthless.

Safe to say, the outcome of this rivalry is one of them dead.

Your fate changes depending on who lives.

Levi? Well, things aren't that bad due to you both being Scouts.

Zeke? Well...

He views what he plans on doing for his obsession as mercy... just hope he's quick.

[jessmaybank]

My best friends brother series; Part 2 - Nothing good happens after 4am

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Pairing(s): Rafe Cameron x fem! Kook reader.

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: After doing your best to avoid him, tensions rise between you and Rafe at a kegger.

Warnings: alcohol use, swearing, SMUT, unprotected sex, Praise kink, Oral (f receiving), fingering, choking.

It’s been a week since you kissed Rafe at his house. The pain of your recent breakup seems little compared to the guilt that washes over you every day, knowing that Sarah would be so mad if she ever found out.

The day after, Rafe texted you saying that he’s not going to tell anyone about what happened. You were relieved to say the least, replying with a blunt thumbs up emoji. You haven’t spoke since.

You have avoided going over to the Cameron house, scared to face Rafe and his cocky self. The worst part though, was that even though you would never admit it, one kiss with Rafe had made you forget about your ex completely.

Instead, your mind was consumed in everything Rafe Cameron. The way his eyes would darken as he gazed at your own, the way his veiny hands would trace painfully slow circles on your thigh, making you so aroused. Even the way he-

“Earth to Y/N! What’s up with you” Sarah says, nudging your shoulder as you sit next to each other in class.

“Sorry, just daydreaming. Always happens when I’m tired” you lie. If only she knew you were imagining how her brothers hands felt wrapped around your neck as he pounded into you.

“Are you coming to the kegger tonight? It’s supposed to be the biggest one yet” she exclaims.

“That’s what they say every time Sarah” you scoff.

“I’ll take that as a yes. You can stay round mine after, I know what your parents are like” she replies.

Before you could protest, the bell rings to signal the end of the class, and Sarah shoots out of the class room. Shit.

Later that night, you were stood in front of the mirror checking yourself out. You decided to ditch your normal summer dresses and wear something a bit more…slutty. Instead, you settled for a tight pink satin dress that you borrowed from Sarah ages ago. If you were going to spend the night stressed out, at least you would look good doing it.

You got a lift to the party with JJ and the other pogues, your heart racing as your were anticipating the night to come. luckily, John b brought some drinks which helped you calm your nerves.

An hour into the party and you were actually having a really good time. Thankfully, it seemed Rafe and the others decided not to come.

That was, however, until you made your way over to the keg to get another drink. As you poured your drink, you felt a pair of hands snake their way around your waist.

“What the fuck” you say, turning around to realise it’s none other than Rafe, his large frame peering over your petite one.

Rafe’s bold move proved to be no suprise to you, he’s the type of person that when he knows what he wants, he takes it. And In this case, he wanted you.

“Missed me?” he says, a smirk painted on his handsome face.

“Are you crazy? What if someone sees us” you say, concern laced in your voice.

Rafe rolls his eyes as he retracts his hands from you, putting his hands in his pockets instead. You never knew someone rolling their eyes could be so sexy, but here he was.

As tempting as he was, and god was he tempting, your friendship with Sarah meant more to you than sex with some kook who would probably just fuck you once and then never speak to you again. You knew better than that.

“Rafe, listen to me. What happened last week was a one time thing, and a mistake. Just leave me alone, okay?” You protest, storming off to find your friends.

You hoped he got the message, but unfortunately your hopes were crushed when you received a text 5 minutes later.

Rafe Cameron: you look so sexy when your angry.

You scoff at your phone, which the pogues take notice of.

“What’s up?” Pope says.

You debate telling them everything, maybe they would understand?

“Nothing, just work. They’ve given me shifts all weekend” you lie, deciding you were in too deep to come clean now.

You managed to avoid him for the rest of the night, and when you and Sarah stumbled back to the Cameron house, you were thankful he wasn’t back yet.

You woke up in the spare room at about 4am, desperate for something to quench your thirst. You decided the only option was to tip toe downstairs and get a drink from the kitchen, surely everyone is in bed sleeping right now.

So that’s what you do. You wonder downstairs in one of Sarah’s baggy t shirts and drink what felt like a gallon of water. You were half way through your second glass when the lights flicker on.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone” you say, looking up at Rafe as he walks towards you. Your sleepy state making you more moody than usual.

“I don’t know if you forgot, but this is actually my house” he replies sarcastically with a small chuckle.

The blue eyed boy standing in front you represented everything you hated. Greed, selfishness and everything in between. So why is my heart racing right now?

You glare at his smugness, and try to shove past him to head upstairs. To your dismay, he stops you.

“Has anyone ever told you you’ve got a bad attitude” he tuts, removing the glass from your hand and setting it on the counter, before returning his hands to your waist for the second time tonight. He towers over you easily.

The answer to his question was no. Usually, your a very polite girl who hates confrontation. Rafe just brings this side out of you, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Your thoughts were interrupted as he pushes you against the counter, a small gasp leaving your mouth.

“I wanna fuck it straight out of you” he says, his blue eyes burning with desire.

“I can’t, i-“ your words were interrupted as Rafes lips met your neck, peppering light kisses and occasionally nipping at your skin.

That was all it took for your defences to come crashing down before him. You were completely and utterly burning for him. Maybe you didn’t have the self control you once thought you had.

Rafe grabs your neck and smashes his lips onto yours. This time, the kiss was anything but gentle. His tongue roamed around your mouth with want and need, and the passion was something you had never quite experienced before.

You pulled at his dirty blonde locks as your tounges fought for dominance, neither of you wanting to submit to the other.

Hungry for more, Rafe pulls down your panties and abandons them on the kitchen floor, before lifting you up onto the counter in one swift motion.

He peppers sloppy kisses down your neck and your chest, before reaching the place your burning for him the most, spreading your legs apart for him.

“So fucking wet for me” he hums, the flirtation in his voice sending waves throughout your body. Why does something bad always feel so goddamn good.

His tongue teases your clit as he peers up at you, watching the way your mouth opens and your back arches at his actions. The eye contact alone could make you cum right there and then.

He quickly inserts two fingers into you, the action making you cry out in pleasure.

He stands up as he continues pumping in and out of you, using his free hand to cover your mouth.

“Shh princess, wouldn’t want my sister to know how good I’m making you feel right now, would we?”

You shake your head, unable to form a reply as he hits spots in you no one else ever has.

“So good for me” he teases, watching your fucked out state beneath him.

You whimper as his fingers leave your core, which he chuckles at. He quickly removed his shorts and underwear, his cock springing out as your eyes slightly widen, gazing at the way pre cum was spilling out of him. He was a lot bigger than you imagined.

He wasted no time in pushing his pulsing cock into you. Your mouths both fall open as he fucks you, a string of moans and curses leaving you both at the overwhelming pleasure. his fingers entering your mouth to stiffle your moans once again. You can taste your arousal on his fingers, turning you on even more.

You don’t even care that anyone could walk down any minute and see him pounding into you, including Sarah. If anything, it’s making you want him more.

“Shit, Rafe” you moan, although your words are muffled by his fingers.

“So fucking tight for me, my good little girl” he says. The way your clenching around him has him feeling pure ecstasy right now.

He removes his hand from your mouth, bringing it down to your neck and squeezing before kissing you again. The kisses were sloppy, but perfect.

You can feel yourself starting to come undone as he fucks you into oblivion, the pleasure bringing you to a new high.

“Fuck I’m ganna-“ your cut of as your orgasm washes over you, your legs shaking as you bury your head in Rafes neck to stop your moans.

The way you clench around him sends Rafe over the edge as his hot cum spills inside of you, riding you through your high.

Yours and Rafes heathy breathing fills the silence in the room as he pulls out of you, resting his forehead against your own.

After a moment, Rafe breaks the silence with possibly the cockiest thing you’ve ever heard him say.

“See, the attitudes gone. All you needed was my cock inside of you” he whispers, his signature smirk returning to his tired face.

He leaves you there as he returns to his room, his cum spilling down your legs as you try to gather your thoughts.

What the hell have i just done.

[tarotmundomonde]

Connection Energy Check-In love reading

pick a number 1-5 OR an emoji 🤐 🤒 😵 🤕 😣

(ps. this reading is for practice and for fun)

1.🤐 It seems there is need for clarity, for clearing the air. Your person they are patient and they seem to have faith they can win you over. But at the same time, it looks like they might have someone else already in mind and so it's like 'whatever'. Like they accept the situation and are cool with it. They actually think that you might have already moved on. They still seem to feel a degree of curiousity towards you, like they wanna check on you and see what's up, like they do seem to want something from you. Right now, it seems that the overall energy of your situation is definitely disappointment, but what's interesting is that the cards are advicing you to not give them any direct answers nor any reaction. And to keep your options open in love! Don't you think such an advice is pretty telling? Because it does seem this person wants to be in your surroundings, but they don't want to give you anything. Perhaps they see your connection as a beneficial one? But overall, it seems you are going through a major love lesson through this connection. It's time to take a step back and allow things to come to you. If they love you, if it's meant to be, you'll be brought together. But now it's time to just be and allow healing and love to come to you.

2.🤒 Oh my goodness, with this pile. There is definitely potential for a reconciliation or level up in this connection. But your person is coming off kinda cocky, to be honest with you. Like they have this "I'm the best" -attitude. They definitely think very highly of themselves and they think they are the best potential partner out there, like they think they are perfect. And this person could be already dating and that could be also why they come off like that. But what comes to you, this person can't get you off their mind. There is a feeling that you are a challenge to this person. But the truth is, you are someone they want. Really, they want you seccually. But man this person is stubborn and their ego!! Listen, whatever happened, this person feels like they want to teach you a lesson. They do feel there is a special bond between you two, but their ego right now… makes them be.. very cocky. Yet, they also seem to trust you. They feel a level of commitment towards you. Listen, what comes to advice, let them do whatever they are doing. Just let them show you, who they are. The cards are not telling you to ignore them, but to rather give them a little something. Not directly, but it's like do your thing or maybe just give a chance, test them a little bit, but in a small way. Then see what they do. I think they will end up revealing a whole of themselves to you. Deep sigh, though… this person really.. they really want to show off. You know what, it looks like they really want to piss you off. They could even be mean towards you. But the main thing is this person wants a reaction from you. They want to set you on fire. So looking at the overall energy and outcome.. it's a little… but it seems you'll learn a lot. It seems in the end, you'll know more about what they want from you.

3.😵 It seems this is a matter of timing. What will you both choose to do? A bit like a make it or break it situation. Do you choose to delete each other or do you choose to clear the path and talk? At least, your person says they definitely can not reach out to you. They are dropping it all on you, saying it's up to you. It's weird, though, because in their heart they feel like you are kinda family? Someone they want to have in their life, someone they feel emotionally connected to. But guess what? The advice is to surrender, to not do anything. Only you know the situation of your connection, perhaps they are seeing someone else? Because it's not common for cards to advice you to leave a situation hanging. What comes to their intentions and actions, it's definitely to ignore you. To be like you don't exist. See? Their heart and their choices and actions don't match. They don't intend to make any changes. They seem to think this is the way to have you make a move. But you know what? Looking at the outcome, it does seem to be up to you. This person wants to be chosen by you, they want you to chase after them, to fight for them, to give them attention. However, what's really gonna be happening is that they will desire you even more and honestly, it looks like someone else will make a move on you, it could be literally a friend of theirs, and they'll come to realize that you are seen as a catch, as someone, who can make a person's heart beat for you romantically speaking. Also, it looks like the outcome is that you will not settle for less. And just saying, but destiny is really coming through here.

4.🤕 I'll go straight to the point with this pile. Especially if you are a female into a male, the cards are making it clear that you have to let them make their own decisions. If they choose you, let them come to you and tell you themselves. Whether this is someone new or about a reunion, this seems to be someone, who likes it comfortable, who likes to feel coveted and chosen by the other person. This person has deep romantic feelings for you, but it looks like they think you are turning your back on them or depending on your situation, perhaps they did that to you. But this person wants you to be the one to make the decisions and to speak up. They want to see you compete and fight for them. It's like they love you, but they don't want to tell you that. You should just know it and do something about it. But the advice is the opposite. It's to let them make their own decisions, they should be the one to tell you with their own mouth, how they truly feel for you. So as for now, it looks like neither will back down and no progress is made. But remember, they should be the one to choose you and tell you the truth.

5.😣 Well, well, well, pile 5. Perhaps this person is a new love interest of yours, but this person definitely thinks they are a smartass. Literally the cards are showing them to be a thief and you are the person protecting your belongings. So.. it does not look that great, to be honest with you. Not good dynamic, no. And this person really thinks they've got the power to control you and make you do whatever they want you to do with a snap of a finger. Like… they feel so super self-confident. The cards are showing a bit of a power struggle dynamic here. And so the advice for you is to stay strong and not give up. Stay in your power and hold back for a minute. This person really thinks they can blow your mind and blow up your world. They do seem to choose to be lovey dovey towards you… but they may not intend to commit. But action-wise, they want to bond with you, to spend alone time with you. But.. it does really look like this person might literally fear commitment and you'll probably start worrying and doubting if they ever will fully commit to you. As for now, the connection is still open and it's more on the light and fun side, but now you've gained a bit of insight of what's happening under the surface of your connection.