#simping behavior detected

[sharksnshakes]

Night Out (III) - Tim Drake

After discovering Tim is the Red Robin, his behavior starts to make a lot more sense. One confession leads to another...

AN; and we are done!! i hope u all enjoy the final installment of the tim drake miniseries. never done anything like this before and very grateful for the support <33 literally wouldn't have written it otherwise

Wordcount; 1k

TW; cursing, choking, minor injuries, tim being a simp

You don't have to puzzle over Tim's strange behavior for too long. Just days after the incident in the alleyway, you're watching a news report on the Red Robin, who was spotted fighting Dr. Freeze with Nightwing's help somewhere in the Diamond District.

The news anchors play a clip of Robin protecting civilians while Nightwing kicks ass in the background, and when Robin pushes an elderly man out of the way of Dr. Freeze's ray gun, you get deja vu; The arm flung in front of the civilian, the reaching for something in his utility belt--the vigilante's motions match Tim's exactly, right down to the damn batarang.

And then Dr. Freeze kicks Tim in the gut, and you can't keep watching.

You're not sure if you're the world's best detective, if Tim's horrible at hiding things, or if it was just plain luck, but ever since you put two and two together things have been making a lot more sense. Namely, why he constantly backs out of plans at the last minute and is busiest at 3am. His vigilante status might also have something to do with the ungodly levels of caffeine he consumes, but you're pretty sure he'd be drinking all that coffee regardless of whether he was Red Robin or not.

Unfortunately, you figured this out days before finals week, and you know that if you don't confront him you'll be distracted the whole time you're taking exams...

...Which is what leads you to where you are now. You're sitting in the passenger seat of Tim's fancy car (it's glossy black with custom upholstery to match--really, the whole 'Batman and Robin' thing should've been way more obvious) and chowing down on Big Belly Burger in a parking garage.

"So," you start, taking a sip of your drink to steel yourself, "I have something to tell you."

He swallows a gulp of food, brow furrowing. "Which is?"

"Y'might wanna put the food down for a second."

Tim huffs out a laugh. "No way it's anything that serious."

"Uh, I know you're Robin?"

He chokes.

Thirty seconds and several gulps of water later, Tim is staring at you with a dumbfounded expression that would be comical if the stakes of the situation weren't so high. Are the stakes high? You're not really sure. While you don't peg Batman as the type to have his vigilantes assassinate randos for figuring out their secret identities, he's a grown man running around dressed up like a bat. Who knows what goes on in his head?

Well. Tim might.

Regardless, Tim doesn't even attempt to dispute you. After sitting in silence for an additional two minutes, he just sort of... shrugs?

"Yeah. You're right."

You blink at him. You're not sure what you expected, exactly, but him owning up to it with zero hesitation was definitely not it. "You're just gonna admit it?"

"I mean-" he shrugs again. "What am I supposed to do? Dispute you? I'm sure you've got evidence."

You say nothing.

"You had no evidence?"

"I had a hunch," you protest, "And you just confirmed it!"

He groans, dropping his head into his hands. "You only had a hunch? No photos? No eyewitnesses?"

"It's almost finals week! What was I supposed to do, drop everything and research you instead of my term paper?"

"No, obviously not. Sorry. I'm just..."

"Shocked? Surprised? Caught off guard?"

"Well, you saw the news," he says dryly. Reaching for the hem of his shirt (also black, it was so obvious), he pulls it up a few inches to reveal a dark bruise splashed across his abdomen.

His incredibly toned abdomen--

You wince. "Ouch."

"Yeah, no kidding." At that moment, Tim's cheeks flush pink, and he quickly pulls his shirt back down. "Uh, sorry. Didn't mean to... you know."

"Nah, it's fine," you say, opting to stare out the window so Tim doesn't catch you blushing, "It's not a bad view, if that makes you feel any better."

Wait, what the fuck did you just say?

Your eyes go wide, and you immediately drop your gaze to your lap. There's a time and place for flirting with your best friend who's also Red Robin, and that time and place is not right after he's shown you his injuries and admitted to having a secret identity.

Except maybe it is, because when you risk a glance at Tim, his lower lip is pulled between his teeth and his eyes look just a touch hazy.

"You think I look good?" He murmurs, and you forget everything that's ever happened, ever.

"Yeah," you admit, looking around his face rather than at it, "And I was gonna tell you about that the other night. But, um, then we got interrupted."

Tim sucks in a small breath.

"So judging by your reaction, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that you feel the same way...?"

"No," he deadpans, "I'm just staring at you like you hung the moon because I'm bored."

You blink at him. "You better be fucking joking--"

Tim reaches across the console, cups your jaw in his hand, and pulls your lips onto his.

You gasp. He swallows up the noise, moving slowly, deliberately, like he's been thinking about this moment for a long time; his fingers tremble but he guides your movements regardless, pulling you as close as he can manage with the console in the way.

Tim makes a small, muted noise when you slide your fingers into his hair. It shocks both of you enough to break the kiss--you stare at each other, unblinking. Then someone moves and the cup of ketchup you'd been sharing tips over and launches itself all over Tim's lap.

Both of you burst into laughter.

"You know," Tim says a few moments later, "You figuring out that I'm Robin is, um... really hot," he confesses, cheeks turning the same shade as the ketchup he's wiping off of his pants.

"Really?" you ask, still trying to catch your breath between giggles.

He looks you dead in the eye. "Really."

You dissolve into laughter again, and somehow you just know that your relationship with Tim--whatever form it takes--is right.

[lawlightautismtruther]

SUPER LONG LAWLIGHT DYNAMIC ANALYSIS RANT (THIS MOSTLY ONLY APPLIES TO THE ANIME)

It’s really not that serious, but there’s more to my thesis of L being a sub/bottom than just blorbo yaoi fuel. I‘ll call back to my post about L’s true emotional vulnerability that most viewers seem to miss, because on a surface level (especially when coming from the manga and when trusting the words of Obha at face value) you may see L as detached and cold. You’re supposed to think that L is unfeeling at FIRST but post-confinement/pre-yotsuba, the truth starts to seep out. L could have had Light convicted after seeing that no more criminals were dying since locking him up, but he didn’t. Even Aizawa admitted that it was enough evidence. You know it’s real when Aizawa agrees with Matsuda, lmfao.

Anyway, after this point, L and Light actually really start to bond. (I pretty much see lawlight as subtextual canon) L, not really needing to do this because of his access to surveillance, handcuffs himself to Light Yagami. He doesn’t want to be apart from him. I actually find it to be a comedically obvious act of desperation.

My point is, Light is winning the game, and L is letting him do it out of what I believe is love. L has found the one person in his life (besides maybe Naomi) that he really feels any sort of connection to, and therefore he would hate to watch that person die. L is inarguably a vulnerable character imo. If you rewatch the the series, outside of his internal monologues, he’s actually extremely soft-spoken and coy.

“Oh, uh, well it was nice meeting you���

“Light, please make Misa stop talking now.”

You get the point. He’s nervous. He’s super frail and holds himself very compactly, he walks with his eyes on the ground usually. He shakes when Aizawa lays a hand on him. He is terrified of shinigami. I think his coldness is an act to protect himself. I really do, because he knows how much things actually do affect him. In order to continue with cases, he has to pretend like none of it really matters to him. And he almost believes it at this point, too— hence his monster speech.

But then there’s Light Yagami. A worthy individual to truly understand L. He comes along, actually treats L like a human being (be it an act, I believe it still feels good to L, who has been treated like a robot his entire life), of course L is bound to at the very least see him as a friend.

I don’t believe L’s external behavior towards Light is an act. He didn’t have to be kind, he didn’t have to pretend it was a friendship. He had zero professional reason to do so. In fact, it very much made the case a harder one to solve. If we take L’s character at face value, he would have scrapped all of the fluffy shit (like asking Light to go get cake with him, telling Light he was his only friend knowing damn well Light wouldn’t budge regardless, etc.) Adding a friendship into the mix only complicates the process of trying to read Light.

As much as L the detective hates to lose, L the person is desperate. If he really hated to lose, why did he let himself? He’s submitting to Light’s will and THAT is what kills him. On the day he dies, he knows it will happen, but still, he treats Light with kindness. Sure, he asks him if he’s ever told the truth once in his life, but after that, he pretty much gives up prying. That’s it. He’s put his gun down. Since he’s going to die anyway, he might as well just enjoy being around Light. I know for a fact that he is smart enough to have come up with some sort of plan to convict Light post-Higuchi. There’s a book about that. But canonically, he didn’t do it. Notice also how L goes to Watari before he dies for comfort. L is really such a sad character.

The crux of his character is his submissiveness, hence why I’m such a proponent of that ship dynamic. Its not just a wet-dream, it’s something I sensed in their dynamic to begin with. It’s why I became an L simp, not the other way around.

Anyway, the anime is a genius adaptation and expansion on the original story imo. (At least up until L’s death— unfortunately it didn’t do the other Wammy’s boys any justice)

TLDR;

manga L- cold and domineering, hates to lose and mostly loses at first because Light outsmarts him

anime L- the very opposite and I LOVE IT

Look at me putting my 5 on the AP English literature exam to use! Also, I know I’m a huge L fan, but I am a Light kinnie and I love him as a protagonist in every possible anti-hero type way and would love to analyze him so let me know if yall want that.

Okay, class, any questions?

[akihatohnoofficial]

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Topic: [Adopting] Where to Boy Akihas

u/throwaway5318008 posted 3 hours ago:

Hey guys i'm looking to buy an Akiha, but i'm a college student so i don't have a lot of money right now. how cheap can i get one for?

EDIT: BUY I MEANT BUY. FUCK I CAN'T CHANGE THE TITLE.

u/charzardass replied 2 hours ago:

Fellow boy-Akiha enjoyer detected ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) A man of culture, I see.

If you want one for cheap and don't mind buying used, check your local Facebook marketplace or Craigslist. I've been lucky enough to get several for under $50 ea. Happy hunting!

u/pm-me-akiha-titties replied 3 hours ago:

If you're a college student, the cost of buying an Akiha isn't your biggest concern. You'll need to pay for routine veterinary care, clothing, a cane (many cheap Akihas won't be sold with a cane), enrichment (Akihas don't like being left alone! What are you going to do when you're in classes?), and, of course, food? The Akiha Care Guide provides an estimate of monthly expenses for Akiha raising.

| u/throwaway5318008 (OP) replied 2 hours ago:

| Yeah i live in a dorm but its a single so i dont have roommates. And i was thinking she could just hang out in my apartment while im in class? And i can bring back food from the dining hall. So i dont think she really needs clothes or whatever if shes in my room the whole time.

|| u/knightyknight replied 1 hour ago:

|| yeah OP you can ignore that simp. some people love to spoil and coddle their akihas and then warn eeeeeeveryone how expensive they are. well of course they're expensive if you treat them like people.

|| anyways I have a buddy who's an akiha breeder so I get mine for dirt cheap. you can always try to find a breeder in your area and offer to buy the dams off them once they stop being fertile -- they'll usually sell them for next to nothing to clear up space for the next young dams. ===

Topic: [Advice] How to make less noisy?

u/SmolTaterTot posted 7 hours ago:

Hi folks. I recently bought an Akiha, and I love him to pieces! The only problem is... I don't think I was prepared for how noisy they can be. Mine's always meowing and moaning and whining all day and night. I've read the FAQs, so I tried hitting him when he wakes me up in the middle of the night, but he hasn't stopped. Any advice?

u/himejooooooshi replied 5 hours ago:

UNGRATEFUL [huffy face][huffy face] being whiny and needy is an Akiha's charm point

u/ArrowToTheNiichan replied 7 hours ago:

You done goofed. You clearly aren't giving him enough attention since he's crying all the time, so hitting him (i.e. giving him attention) when he wakes you up is just encouraging the behavior. Go back and RTFM again, specifically the part about behavioral conditioning.

But it's true that Akihas tend to be pretty loud no matter what. Some vets can remove the vocal cords for you if it really bothers you that much, but insurance won't cover it. Good luck.

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Topic: TIFU by getting a "friendly" pair of akihas

u/sirtwixalot posted 12 hours ago:

I read that akihas need attention and get lonely easily, but they can also be intimidated by unfamiliar akihas, so I decided to buy a pair of akihas from the same breeder so that they could keep each other company.

I got them Friday afternoon, and they spent Saturday and Sunday grooming each other and wrestling together. One of them calls the other "nee-san," and the other calls the first one her "puppy." So they seemed to be getting along really well. I wasn't even having the problems with them refusing to bathe or eat that I hear sometimes happens with akihas. So I thought they seemed like really good companions for each other.

Then on Monday.... I went to work and left them at the house.

When I came back... I think I'd be banned if I described what I saw.

Imagine if a jar of mayo exploded all over a bed.

Sooooooo TIFU.

u/himejooooooshi replied 9 hours ago:

No problem detected... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

u/SmolTaterTot replied 10 hours ago:

DUDE

u/ArrowToTheNiichan replied 11 hours ago:

Does no one actually read the FAQs before they buy one of these things anymore?

u/charzardass replied 11 hours ago:

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO

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Topic: [Advice] How to beat an Akiha in a one-on-one basketball game?

u/Point_Me_@_The_Sky posted 2 hours ago:

[cressthebest]

Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt2.

chapter 4:

1. ….. they are going to stay in. a. MANSION???? HOLY SHIT. SHUT UP.

2. no relationships? and no sex? regulus has no idea what he just forbade. like?? babes, everyone is pairing off, you included.

3. remus’s journaling about books habit instead of writing in the margins. it’s so him <333333

4. james taking off his shirt and regulus trying very hard not to look at james’ chest 😳

5. james nearly collapsing beneath regulus’ touch is SIMP BEHAVIOR

6. date????? it’s a date??? tomorrow? with reg?

7. CHAPTER NOTES SAY SIRIUS COMES NEXT CHAPTER. AND HOLY SHIT IVE BEEN WAITING! HES MY GENDER ENVY, AND WOLFSTAR *IS* A NECESSITY.

chapter 5:

1. the chapter summary only says: [Enter: Sirius Black]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

2. wait. is wolfstar going to end up being starcrossed lovers of detective x thief. wait. wait. wait. hold up jsut a minute.

3. THE BLACKS WERE A FAMILY OF THIEVES. HOLY SHIT. AND SIRIUS ESCAPED??? I’m literally so intrigued.

4. remus and sirius love at first sight, lovers in every universe, fated to a tragic end. my dears, i hope it works out for you this time.

5. GOD DAMN. MAKING OUT IN AN ART MUSEUM?? wolfstar apparently needs to make up for lost time in this universe. god damn.

6. peter being treated as valuable and important and a good character <3333

chapter 6:

1. regulus is well aware this is a date with james, whether either outright specified it or not. james having a special outfit for reg is so james 😭😭😭. and regulus well aware that james is trying to flirt with him and likes it.. AHH

2. their favorite holidays reflecting the other person!!! i’m sobbing!! james liking winter and regulus liking summer, jsut proves how their attraction to each other started <33333

3. side note, regulus is a capricorn and i have been blessed with this knowledge. because i am a capricorn too. i think regulus is a january capricorn like me. he gives that vibe.

4. OH THIS SCENE. the scene with THE art heist baby painting, the one with the boat! OH!

james will steal it for him 😭😭😭

what a fucking idiot, i love him

james is willing to follow regulus anywhere oh my god. hold up. i think i need a moment. hold up.

this is the exact moment reg fell head over heels in love. he already liked james, but this moment sealed his fate.

5. regulus and james both want it to be a date but they literally can’t. why are they making this painful for themselves. just call it a date. THE PINING

[merakiui]

So what if...you're dating Riddle. You have a perfect relationship, he's very doting and always trying his best to be a good boyfriend. But then Azul sets his sights on you. He wants to have you but how could he get in between the couple that is without faults? So he starts stalking you, watching your every move, trying to find anything he could use against you. This ends up with him watching you suck off Riddle semi-publicly (he was against it but he couldn't fight you for long, so now he's all red, biting into his hand and praying no one sees you-) and while this isn't exactly what Azul was searching for, he takes some pictures for blackmail. If there isn't any loophole for him, he'll make one himself. He sends you one of the pictures with a note that if you dont distance yourself from Riddle, these pictures will be seen by everyone. As you're contemplating what to do, Azul would weasel himself into your company, becoming your good friend and even offering you his services... Isn't there per chance anything you need help with? Oh there is? Someone is blackmailing you? Oh how unfortunate, he'll look into it dont you worry. So now he's trying to win your favour while faking his attempts at helping you, all that so you could grow closer. Will you tell Riddle what's happening? Will you comply with whatever the letter asked you to? Will you for fall the new friend Azul who's been nothing but kind and supportive to you? (=me wanting to simp for both Riddle and Azul at the same time)

Azul seeing a perfectly healthy and happy relationship: I must ruin that. >:(

It's mostly envy and obsession that fuels him. He'll force his way into your life, using that silver tongue of his to charm you into a friendship. You might be wary of him considering he has a very dubious reputation at NRC, but how can you possibly think straight when your entire relationship with Riddle is currently compromised because of some sly blackmailer! You're not on your best game when you accept his offer to help in exchange for a week's work at the lounge, a surprisingly cheap price to pay for him to do some detective work.

Azul knows how much Riddle cares about his reputation, considering he's meant to be seen as a diligent, no-nonsense Housewarden. If his peers knew he was spending valuable studying time engaging in indecent, semi-public acts, they would certainly view him in a different light. Azul wonders how much Riddle would hand over in order to keep those photos from being leaked—in order to keep his image squeaky clean. But with the way he has you in the palm of his hand, he might not even have to threaten Riddle. It's obvious you're trying so hard to keep things normal, to shoulder this burden so that it won't disturb your happy relationship with Riddle.

Azul will pretend like he's found leads to this mystery blackmailer, and he'll invite you to the lounge after hours to make a plan to catch this villainous person. It's really too easy. He almost wonders if you're acting this oblivious in order to catch him off guard. Surely you're not this naïve. Surely you don't actually trust him and his faux sincerity. Surely you've considered that he (a man known to be sneaky) is the one blackmailing you.

Riddle may be inexperienced with romantic relationships, but that doesn't mean he isn't perceptive. When you seem to be acting more secretive and evasive than normal and he learns from Cater that you've been visiting the Mostro Lounge far more than you normally do, he begins to fear the worst. Perhaps you're stuck in a contract. Perhaps those no-good Octavinelle students are forcing you into something you don't want to do. Perhaps you're—and he really hates to think about this option—cheating on him with someone from Octavinelle. He wants to refute this unlikely idea, but when you struggle to provide a clear answer to some of his questions regarding your odd behavior he starts to think it might be quite likely, and that really pains him.

Your perfect, faultless relationship with Riddle begins to crack, and with the rising tensions comes the distrust, the blaming, the arguments... You're trying so very hard to fix this without dragging Riddle into it, but when he thinks you're being unfaithful it only adds to your stress. You're trying to catch your blackmailer, salvage your relationship with Riddle, and pay Azul back. It's too much to handle all at once.

Luckily, a certain octopus will be here to welcome you with open arms when you come crying to him after Riddle's threatened to break up with you if you don't admit the truth.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Okay i'm a certified 'sanshine' and ive been observing sana's behaviors for quite a while...and ive noticed some things

She likes to reblog her own fics when she's making another part of it

Whenever she gets hate (which she seriously doesnt deserve she's the sweetest human being alive :ccc) instead of putting her usual 💗📫 tag for inbox messages she puts 💔📫 instead

Whenever she responds to a message with 'awe thank you so much <333' she's very flustered and doesnt know what to say (i know cuz she messages me about every single inbox message and how cute it is)

She honestly doesnt know how to handle the amount of love she recieves sometimes and its honestly very cute

When she posts lists of upcoming fics, it's usually a list for herself to remember what her moots and fans want

Its so sweet that she keeps them in her mind

Her mood switches very often, patterning usually from sappy to flustered to teasy

Sana likes to reblog every single creator's work, making her blog the to-go place to check for tickle fic updates

That's all for now, these are just some things ive noticed she does at times that i find cute

The lore of Sana's blog will always elude us LMFAO

(This just shows how absolutely obsessed I am with Sana's blog 😭😭😭)

okay so imma read through this gimme a sec-

number one the fan name honestly drives me crazy every single time

OKAY SO YALL ARE REALLY DETECTIVES 😭😭😭

omg i thought no one would notice the little change in the inbox tag

THAS ACCURATE-

i dont know how i deserve you guys fr

this one's correct too, i do keep the lists for myself too 😭😭😭

i'm only a little sweet, kay?

DAMN NOW YOU GUYS ARE STUDYING MY BEHAVIORAL PATTERNS?!

i do! i love all your guys' works and reblogging them is just for everyone's pleasures <333

IM NOT T H A T CUTE 😭🤚🏻

also the lORE of my blog is so complicated yall will never understand it 🙄🤚🏻✨

BUT IN THE END I HAVE ONE COMMENT

yall are simps the fuck are you stalking my blog for-

/jk i love you guys so so so much

[eartheats]

status: part 3 of 3

((ooc: cws for noriko's General Behavior, mental child abuse, threats of violence, general High Stakes Pokemon shit, some generalized shit talking of ren and the blueberry academy, and some shady ass shit. mild description of body horror in the past tense. maybe a lil cw suggestive because noriko's coworker is a simp.

i would like to state in advance that i have no intention of bringing high stakes into the blueberry academy itself without consulting everyone first! this is. mostly just some stuff in ren's corner of the world of fuckery.))

[part one, part two]

"Oh, hey, you're finally up and about. So, finally ready to admit that this wasn't as thought out as you thought it'd be?"

From the way Noriko chuckles at the peach haired woman, walking into the room with her back straightened and with ever calculated steps as her Gothitelle walks beside her, her answer is very likely already, but-- "Not a chance in the Distortion World, Camille."

"Ahhh, should'a known, should'a known. But that's what I like about you, Nori--you always stick with your gut. Even if it causes setbacks."

Noriko clicks her tongue a bit, chuckling once again before settling again as she walks toward the monitor Camille is watching. "I can assure you that I had everything properly planned for this, setbacks and all. I had plans at least up to the letter J that would have seen us through. It is the only reason I saw fit to act in the first place."

"Guess that makes sense. You're always a damn perfectionist when it comes to setting your plans in motion." Camille seems to stretch a bit, falling back into the old, somewhat beaten down rolling chair she called her workspace.

In front of her are no less than twelve monitors, tracking all sorts of things that Noriko wants an eye and ear on. Given how even with Noriko close by she's keeping track of whatever info she can find with ease, she's clearly pretty good at her job.

"One has to be, when you're doing work like this. Lysandre didn't teach us much, but I suppose I can thank his rash actions for teaching us all caution." Noriko looks to the screens, though, nodding her head in clear approval. "I understand you have a status report for me, is that correct...?"

"Damn right I do, boss lady! Heh. Getting into the kid's device was harder than expected, but I think you'll be pleased with what I snapped up." Camille quickly opens the two videos she took from earlier--the one of Ren's arrival, and the one of Madison's talk with the detective. Both get played, and both see Noriko's eyes narrow a bit as an amused expression takes her face. Camille only grins before she starts talking.

"Looks like the kid made it to Blueberry successfully--which is, y'know. Real fucking bad for our chances of getting the kid back to you. I've been trying to poke around the Blueberry servers for a while but that shit's locked tighter than the Aether Foundation's files. If anyone's gonna break into there, it'll have to be you. Which I'm guessin'..."

"...Is highly inconvenient at best, with everything considered. An outright terrible option, at worst, and one that would almost certainly blow this entire operation out of the water." Noriko sighs a bit, crossing her arms and looking to the feed where Madison hugs Ren with disgust. "...It is no matter, however."

"Yeah...?"

"Yes. Because if this plan goes correctly, I have no need to get the Blueberry Academy involved at all. Not that I would like to, considering that Director Cyrano has my utmost respect for creating such a passionate place for students to learn..."

Noriko leans over Camille, prompting a small flush and a pleased grin from the other, younger woman--no older than 30 by the looks of it, but probably much older. Noriko focuses on the feed with Madison talking to the detective instead. "No, Madison has offered us an even greater boon. If she can find a way down into our basement and to the old warp point I used to use to work between Flare Headquarters and Paldea, we should be able to intercept her and Jacques as they snoop around."

Noriko seems to pull a notebook out that carries a map within it of the house, and she places it down where Camille and she can both look. "The only way into the house is through the front door; I always ensured this when I bought the house long ago. It'd be far too risky for them to get into the basement any other way without risking structural integrity, so once they're ensnared, we can block their escape by breaking into the house ourselves. And if we do it quickly enough, the ball will be in our field."

"Okay, I like where this is going. Gonna let me break some limbs on 'em?"

That gets Noriko to laugh a bit, her look going darkly amused. "Do what you will with them. Jacques has always been rather delicate, so he might not be much fun for you. But Madison...go for her hands. I'm sure it'll be nostalgic for her."

"You are always so good to me." And boy, does Camille look smug as she lets that out, grinning with just a little too many teeth out to look sane. "But what about the kid? Ain't they your primary objective?"

"Oh, you think that the second Ren sees their so-called friends in danger that they won't act rashly?" Noriko's smile goes wretched, something in her eyes completely gone cruel in nature. "Why, I wager that even if the academy tries to prevent their escape, they'll take a joyride on a Pokemon and leave it in Xerneas' hands."

"We won't have to worry about them not falling for the bait. Their good heart will see them right where I need them to be."

And that gets Camille to laugh--ever barking laughter that fills the room, and finally, the camera at least pans out to some of the other workers around. It looks like a couple dozen at the very least...

"And this is why I love you, babe! Even if this goes to shit, this is going to be a wild as fuck ride, and I'm here to see it to the end!"

Noriko's look goes slightly exasperated, shaking her head, but she smiles. "Your 'here for a good time, not a long time' mindset isn't exactly good when you're effectively immortal, you know."

"Eh. Good luck gettin' me to let it go. So. When should we be expected to pick up the operation?"

Noriko looks back over the feeds again, pausing a bit as she considers. "...Send a copy of both files to my office. I want to take a personal look through them, and then I can see what we need to do. I imagine we'll have a somewhat flexible time range with this, considering how busy both she and Jacques tend to be, but..."

"I will ask you to simply hold, for now. Focus on training the grunts and seeing if you can't find an easier way into the Blueberry database. I can't imagine Director Cyrano will actually be able to do anything if we act, but if we can at least ensure he doesn't interfere...that will be enough."

Camille shrugs a bit, sighing. "Shame. Kind of wanted to give Cinders a nice battle for once. He's the strongest trainer there, ain't he?"

As if on cue, what looks like a Typhlosion perks it's head up, looking between both Camille and Noriko with some interest. Camille stretches a hand out to encourage the Typhlosion over, earning the creature some petting in the process. Seeing the creature causes Noriko's eyes to soften, briefly.

"...There will be time, in the new world, to seek such challenges. But for now, simply focus that energy toward training the grunts and the other admins. Understood?"

"Got it, got it."

"Good." Noriko chuckles a bit, before running a very intentional finger up and down Camille's neck as quick as she can. "Do well enough, and I will see your loyalty rewarded. Understood?"

Given the heat and the thrilled grin on Camille's face, she seems more than pleased. "Definitely. I'll get started now."

And with Camille getting up and clapping her hands, shouting for all of the grunts in the room to get front and center, Noriko is left alone to focus on the videos that Camille took. The one with her child garners the most interest, as she looks through it, waiting until the transfer bar is at 100% before speaking up.

"Oh, my dear sweet little Lotus...soon. Soon you will be in bloom."

[canonisdead]

Finn/Lenny

The whole mission was basically a big near death experience for all the soldiers.

His pulse was stilling racing but he probably was good to stroll through the woods. Five minutes later he was questioning his thought process.

Finn feels his leg hit something hard, but doesn’t even remember the pain, instead his brain skips that part and focuses on the annoying light hurting his eyes and head.

“Your pulse is still rushing, I wouldn’t recommend moving too much, it doesn’t sound like you have the strongest blood cells.” The voice and appearance nearly gave him a heart attack.

A vaguely familiar figure seemed to be towering over him. Frowning with glowing eyes.

No, he means they are literally glowing.

The stupidly tall tubby hesitantly(?) holds his hand out. While Finn didn’t want to interact with the rough fabric of the gloves, he also did not want to keep lying on the dirt and grass.

He shakily and feeling dizzy grips the hand. He notes how weird the other’s ears are. Is this the odd guy who arrived at the camp with a cat?

His brain slowly clicks who he is and feels like an idiot. This is why he almost failed school.

Even though he’s been in the camp for as long as he has, he rarely interacted with the dude, and isn’t sure if anyone knows his name. The last time he spoke to him WAS on that mission where they were only alive because of this tall odd guy.

He had to be fucking with him, no one can hear blood cells. Finn didn’t pay much attention in science class, there was always plenty of simps in school for him to manipulate them to do his homework for him.

“It’s too dark.” He huffs.

The indigo Tubby rolls his eyes. “Then why were you walking in the dark?”

Finn scowls. “What are you, a detective?” He grunts in surprise when he drags him back towards camp by the back of his shirt.

He could only cross his fingers that Dutch wasn’t waiting for him, maybe hopefully dead asleep or talking to Miles.

But the universe has never been in his favor.

“Finn Perry White! Where the hell did you wander off to?!” Everyone out of their tent whipped their heads around at Dutch’s irritated tone.

“Walking in the dark like a goddamn idiot.” The taller releases the hold on his shirt, making Finn stumble a bit.

Dutch stares at him slowly. “...Are you ever going to tell us your name?”

He scoffs, “What business is it of yours?”

“You just dragged my brother into camp by his shirt, I feel like that makes it my business.” Dutch’s ember eyes glare at him, but the other wasn’t fazed at all.

The purple eyed Teletubby looks off somewhere, Finn follows his line of sight to see him glaring at the lavender General.

He’s surprised to see Jim scurry into his tent, he’s never really seen the General be scared by anyone.

“...Lenny.”

Dutch continues staring at him.

“...You’re not getting a last name.”

His brother grunts in irritation which surprisingly seemed to amuse Lenny. Finn has never once seen this man smile, just glare at everyone with an angry frown.

“Fine.” He walks over, grabs Finn by his arm and pulls him to the med tent.

“Where are we going?”

“To Gary, we need to make sure your heart rate is okay.”

“I’m fine!” He swore he saw Lenny laugh at his ‘dramatic behavior’ as his brother likes to call it.

[seventhdiscipleworldwide]

Better Leave That Simpish Behavior In 2023. Don’t Bring That Mess In 2024.

[cinnamonest]

Diluc Ragnvindr - Yandere Profile

Yall are so kind and I am so undeserving hhhhh

If you stand idly by that flower girl in Mondstadt her idle line is something like "All I can think about is Diluc" And honestly same

This man exudes bde I'm sorry I just... It is a known FACT that Diluc is packing and I refuse to believe otherwise, lord have mercy I'm bout to SIMP

tws: yandere, mentions of violence

tws (below cut): noncon, kinda misogynistic in 1 part

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Acutely aware, and in the beginning, frustrated with his own self. He's very much a loner type of guy, and he likes it that way -- in his mind, people are distractions.

He doesn't talk to you too much, but you'll slowly and subtly notice his presence with increasing frequency. He hovers. Silent, but intimidating. He's always there, in the background. Somehow, everywhere you go, you can spot him somewhere if you try, and even if you don't see him, you know someone is watching you, from the skin crawling feeling of eyes on you. It will never go away, and it's easily enough to drive you to paranoia.

In reality, he'd like to talk, really, but he doesn't know how. For the first time in his life, he actually has the urge to speak with someone, not for his own desire to speak so much as speak with you- to learn about you, to hear your voice. But the poor thing has no idea what to say. He's used to just going about his day and only speaking to others when they need something from him.

When he does talk to you, he finds himself even enjoying the silliest and most trivial of things you say. Normally he hates small talk, and he's normally annoyed by anything outside of very serious matters, but even if you're raving about something he has no interest in, he's happy to listen just because it's you.

He's fairly aware, too. Not a delusional for the most part, and he's honestly a bit afraid of rejection - he knows he's not the most pleasant or charming person to be around, and certainly not the best conversationalist. He tries to make up for it in thinking that his money, status, and protective ability can be something he can use to draw you in, so he makes sure to subtly and frequently remind you of those things.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Eventually, it's inevitable. It will happen, it's just a matter of time. His reasoning is less about your fragility and safety, even if he pretends it is, and more of a selfish thing. He doesn't want to be, and he'll certainly feel guilty for it, but he's a silently jealous person. Hearing you talk to others, seeing you smile at others, it drives him up the wall. Even during the day, he can't focus, thinking of what you're doing, who you're with, what you're doing with that person, and so on. He can't get anything accomplished, and people notice something is wrong with him. Really, it won't be a very long time at all.

He's not a very good manipulator, and he can't really think of a good reason to get you to walk into the winery backrooms on your own, so as barbaric as it may feel, he'll settle for the old fashioned way, just taking you, probably when you're walking all by yourself late at night. He is very intelligent, and will most likely formulate a way of making you seen responsible for some crime upon your disappearance, to discourage you from leaving, and to make it seem less mysterious when you disappear. People will assume that the darknight hero got to you. And, well, they’re not wrong.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

Initially, he's watchful, staying at the winery so that you can't get far without him noticing. He'll cancel his plans elsewhere and make sure he's never more than sight distance away from the building. With time, he'll have to leave, and when he does, he'll probably invest in some very high quality locks to keep you in. Should that prove to not be enough, he'll have to use chains to keep you attached to the wall, instead. Needless to say, it's difficult.

If you manage an attempt, he'll be angry, sure, but he understands why. The first time, at least. Don't push it. If you manage to keep trying, his sympathy for you will slowly erode with each successive attempt, and soon he'll run out of mercy, and decide maybe just forgiving you isn't enough, and you actually need to learn a lesson to prevent this from happening again.

"Again? You really... Really don't give up, do you. This is the fourth time now... You've really pushed it, you know, I've tried to be nice. If you're not gonna get that, I'll make you understand."

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Canonically speaking, he's fairly good at predicting the actions of others. He's clever like that. However, he's not the best at reading faces. As far as lies go, he will detect it maybe 80% of the time, but you can probably get away with a bit - once he catches you doing it once, though, he'll suspect you from there on out, and be much less likely to buy your lies.

When it comes to manipulation, he's one of the ones where it's like, he kinda knows, and lets it happen anyway, if it's for the sake of you being happy with him. That, and he's just flat out weak to your smiles and begging for little things. He's got his limits, though, so you'd be wise to only use this sparingly and not push it.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Protective to the maximum degree. Probably the worst of genshin boys.

Absolutely zero contact with the outside. No family, no friends, he might even go to the extent of faking your death to ensure there's not even anyone who will look for you.

Unlike Childe, Zhongli, or Albedo that I've mentioned as allowing you for walks or outside visits... That's not happening with Diluc. No, he's insanely protective, to the point that you very well might not see sunlight again, except through a window.

And he gets that it can get depressing, he really does, it's just the one thing he can't do. He'll try to substitute it, get you nice large windows to let the sun in that you can sit in front of - provided he's there - and maybe after a while build a little screened-in porch for the winery that you can walk around on - again, provided he's right there. You really can't expect him to let you out there when you're alone. What if someone saw you and tried to hurt you?

You get the feeling it's less about keeping anything else out, and more about keeping you in, though.

He's actually good about letting you do things for yourself, though. He won't restrain you from cooking or kitchen utensils or anything like that, unless you do something stupid like try to hurt him or yourself, in which case it'll be a revoked privilege.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Initially, he tries to go easy on rules, as part of his attempt to make you more accepting. He'll keep you more restrained for the first little while, and later on you'll be allowed to walk, but certain sections of the building will be off limits. He's fairly simple - be obedient, stay inside, don't try to fight. He'll invent new ones based on your behaviors as time goes on, but for the most part, he doesn't want to control you too much.

He fears getting too mad and making you scared of him, so, he struggles to punish you initially. He's probably willing to let quite a bit slide, but once he senses you're taking advantage of that, he'll put an end to it. Once again, he can thank the fact that he's naturally intimidating - he'll grab your jaw and force you to look at him, and honestly, just the look on his face is enough to send chills down your spine. If you're persistent, he's not able to leave you all alone and isolate you, no, he can't handle being away from you for that long. He'll appeal to the punishment of boredom, tying you to one spot and giving you nothing to entertain yourself with will get you to crack in a fairly short amount of time.

Humiliation works well, too. You're all alone except for him, you don't need clothes. So if you want them, you'll have to behave.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

This man only has to look at people to send them running. He's very grateful for his scowl once he realizes the power it holds. You'll be none the wiser as to why everyone you meet seems to end up avoiding you, why people get nervous when you approach, why you can walk into a public place and it will clear out within minutes of you walking through the door. It's ok, though, since you have him to go to for your problems. He'll shrug and tell you he doesn't know why it happens to you, but it's no big deal, you don't have to worry about it, because you don't need them anyway, right?

He's not above having chats with people either. If they're not driven off by the glares, he'll give them another chance by spelling out very clearly that they should back off.

With persistent offenders, though, he has to come up with other means. He's not a delusional, and he knows deep down that this is selfish, that they're not really doing anything wrong per se, but his anger is violent and ultimately overrides any guilt. He'll find a way to make them out to be criminals, spies, or some other form of bad person, and they'll meet their fate at the hands of Mondstadt's mysterious nighttime vigilante.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

His default personality is... Irritated. He scowls a lot, he gets exasperated easy - even if he tries to be a bit more pleasant for you. His irritation is so common that seeing genuine anger is a bit rarer.

When he does, though, it's one of the worst. To really, really make him mad, you'd have to be exceptionally, intentionally bratty to the point of antagonism - he's understanding and lucid enough to understand why you fight him, why you try to run, but do it over and over relentlessly, or just be a childish brat and ignore his warnings, and he'll snap. His voice bellows when he's mad, it's deep and terrifying and echoes off the walls, his eyes narrow and he stomps heavily with every step. He'll grab you by the arm hard enough to bruise, and if you refuse to follow and dig your heels in, he'll just roughly swing you onto his shoulder and carry you.

He has to exert the anger in some way, though. He's not like some yanderes that can be talked down or calmed, or are going to go easy on you if you apologize and beg. Once the anger is there, it's there until he physically takes it out in some way.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

It depends, really, because he's highly lucid, so he has very little delusions about you. Unlike many of the others, he's willing to acknowledge your mental competence, and if you're intelligent and have life experience he'll acknowledge it. He won't recognize physical capability, though, since you're nothing compared to his strength. If you are a capable, independent person, he won't delude himself into thinking otherwise. It will, however, have a negative effect, probably the opposite of what you hope for - he's going to feel a bit intimidated by it, really, because if you're capable and independent, you don't need him as much. He's more likely to find ways to force your dependency on him, if so, but deep down he knows you're an equal on a mental level, and it's frustrating.

Now, otherwise - if you're a little more on the ditzy, airheaded side - it will be below. He's realistic, again, and if you genuinely do fall into the category of being naive and a bit dumb, he'll recognize it. He feels more secure in your dependency, and he's more likely to baby you this way, and will absolutely be more protective.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He really wants you to. He's not sure if he deserves it, though. He's acutely, painfully aware of how awful the things he's done are, and to top it all off, he knows that he should wish he was a better man that had self control, yet... He doesn't. He can't lie to himself and pretend to even have a shred of regret, even if he feels guilt. If he hadn't done all those things, you wouldn't be here with him like this, and even though he knows it's selfish, so very, very selfish, knowing that the horrible things he did got him the result he wanted makes it worth it. And given the opportunity to go back, he'd do it again.

He wants you to genuinely love him, and even though he struggles with human affection and communication, he'll try his best to be sweet to you, say nice things, try to be less irritable, try to talk more.

But if dependency, isolation-induced attachment love is the best he can get, well, that's still love.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

He likes to just... Spend time in your presence. He's still ultimately not much for talking, he runs out of things to say very quickly and even if you're not talking, he's very very happy to be around you. If you're being cold towards him even, he wants to just sit there and be beside you, if you get up and sit on the other side of the room, or walk to another room (provided you have the privilege to do so), he'll follow you wherever like a little lost puppy and just silently sit right back down next to you again. He soaks in your presence like sunlight, it makes him happy.

If you show him affection, especially after an abduction or when stockholm syndrome starts to set in, it's one of the few times you'll see him smile. His smile is soft and faint, and it's less his mouth so much as his eyes that seem to light up. If you show him affection, you can eventually reach a very vulnerable, very soft side of him. He keeps up walls for everyone else, and he kind of desperately wants someone he doesn't have to do that with, so he'll crumble to your affection fairly quickly, once he's assured of your love.

Also, he's one of the ones who fully understands why you're mad. He gets it, he's lucid, and he honestly knows how awful what he's doing is. He still hopes you'll get over it, though, and if confinement and isolation except for him is what it takes to achieve that... So be it. Rather than justifying his actions, he acknowledges what he's done, but he's aware that psychologically, he's already long past the point of no return, and he can't bring himself to stop.

“I know this wasn’t... what you wanted, and, I know it’s, I know this was really, really bad, but I only did it for your sake. If you just... try to get used to it... maybe you can be happy, if you try.”

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

High, but embarrassed as all hell. He likes to maintain a very respectable and serious image, and people knowing that behind that neutral poker face is a brain running through nasty, nasty fantasies would not be very conductive to that image.

And that's what he does - working the bar gets very, very slow sometimes, and there's not much to do but sit around and let his mind wander. The more bored he gets, the more involved in these fantasies he becomes, and sometimes you might have to tap him on the shoulder to snap him out of it.

He feels guilty, really, for how he feels about you, and he knows that it's wrong and violating... But. But if you don't know, it won't hurt you, now will it? Nothing about the fact that he just thinks about bending you over the bar tables and fucking you raw is going to actually do anything bad. It's harmless.

He won't be touchy or perverse towards you by any means, and while that's nice, it causes something of a... Buildup. A lot of urges and needs have gone unmet, a lot of desperation to just feel you skin that has never been filled, and the thing about buildups is that when you reach a certain point they'll eventually burst, which is going to be what happens once you're in your new home.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He's moderate. He'd like you to want it, he's not highly sadistic and doesn't get off to your struggling/crying the way Childe or Kaeya would. But, in the end he's very set on what he wants, and if you're not open to it, he's not going to wait long. As aforementioned, he's got a lot of pent-up need that has gone unchecked, and while he normally strives for self control, at the point of kidnapping you, he's built up enough sexual frustration that he's not going to be very patient. Again, he's not going to be mean about it, he's more the type to just kiss your forehead and mutter a few reassuring things, even as you hiss at the pain of being impaled. That's another issue - he's convinced you might just be intimidated by the size, so he'll keep reassuring you that it's not going to last long, your body just needs time to adjust, even though you feel like you're being split in two.

He's content with knowing that, even if you mentally aren't wanting it, your bodily reactions show that you're clearly not repulsed or anything.

He's also another one to use that very thing against you, much like Albedo. He can feel you twitch and clamp down when you're close and he'll tell you that if you love him you'll cum, and if you don't love him, you won't. But no amount of trying to bring yourself down is enough to override the overwhelming stimulation.

He's also one to get rougher/more intense with time. At first, he's a bit afraid of hurting you, and he's not entirely familiar with how this all goes, and even can be a bit prudish and reserved. But the more he fucks you, the more and more he realizes he really likes having a sense of control and dominance over you, and just how nice it feels to come home when he's frustrated from a bad day and just fuck that energy out. Once he realizes you're not going to break or anything, you'll notice him gradually getting rougher and harder with time, until it becomes a norm.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Stomach bulging/size kink

He's not normally an outwardly prideful person. His pride is more of a silent aloof type of pride, rather than a smug showoff type. He's not one to emphasize his positive traits just to look good. But, fuck, if there isn't something very, very pleasing about being able to physically see his dick making a bulge on your stomach every time he fucks into you. He'll make sure you don't close your eyes, grab your hair and pull your head down so you're forced to watch it fill you more than you can take, over and over.

He doesn't want to hurt you, really, but of all the things to whimper about, you just had to squeal that it's too big, that it hits your cervix, that it's splitting you apart, and as much as he really wants to be a good guy, you're really making it difficult. Hearing that just breaks something primal in him and makes him want to fuck you harder.

It's one of the few things he can actually get smug about, watching you clutch your gut and whimper from bruising and soreness even long after, and as time goes on he might lose enough shame about it all to make a smug comment. He knows he should feel bad. But again, you make it hard to.

Breeding

It's a possession thing, really. There's something so utterly satisfying about just watching cum drip out of you, listening to you whimper whenever you feel it filling you up. It's kind of cute, when he tells you he'll cum inside you and you panic, you squeal and wriggle and unintentionally clench down hard enough to make that happen, you practically just milk the cum out of him when you do.

Forced feminization?/housewife kink/I dont know what to call it but hear me out dammit

He has in his brain this idea of a perfect little housewife and you're going to fit that model whether you want to or not. When he breaks into goes back to your old apartment to bring clothes for your new home he'll only pick the most frilly, feminine of all the things you owned, and if you don't have too many, he'll buy ones for you.

He just likes the idea of having a nice, sweet little wife to come back to, especially after being so stressed with whatever bullshit he's had to put up with that day. Really, any darling in captivity is kinda sorta filling that role, but he's got a very specific image in his mind of you being very... Domestic. Submissive. Frilly little clothes and aprons and cleaning things and making food, it's very cute and gives him a weird sense of dominance that will inevitably turn to arousal - something about the whole ownership and submission aspect of seeing you walk around in those clothes, doing your little chores makes him really want to grab you and bend you over the nearest surface and just - well, you get the idea.

And he's not gonna listen to your whining, either, even if you're a naturally tomboyish person. You could have been the roughest adventurer there was out there, all ragged and getting covered in scrapes and climbing mountains and fighting monsters, but that's in the past, now. Now, is time for you to give that lifestyle up, in favor of a better one, one that will make you happier... if you just let it. 

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He's yes and no, but mostly yes in theory. It fits into his little housewife fantasy and he feels it would be a good way to keep you attached to him. It would make you less likely to leave, it would give you something to do all day, you'd be happy. He's a bit worried about his own capabilities, though. He's not super empathetic and he's not very talkative. Ultimately, it would probably end up an accident that results from the aforementioned breeding kink.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Another one kind of like Razor, he's not gonna think it out too much, but holy fuck, if he's mad, just fucking feels like a punishment in and of itself. You'll realize just how much he's holding back on the regular when you see what it's like when he hold nothing back. It's bruising, it's brutal, and it's a little frightening to witness that kind of raw strength. He'd be one to pick you up into the air completely, holding your whole body up with his arms, forcing you to cling to him so as to not fall while he bounces you up and down on him. And really, once you account for the affect of gravity, so it's slamming into you at unprecedented force, and fuck, it's likely horribly painful, even if that pleasure is still there.

If he's exceptionally mad, he's another one willing to belt you, and while he'll certainly get off to it, it's something he'll only do when he genuinely has a reason to punish you.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Thighs. He likes hooking them over his shoulders, grabbing the fleshy soft parts with his hands, running his hands up and down the sides. One day, one you're comfortable enough, he'd really like to just lay his head down on them like a pillow, they look so soft. And he loves looking at them too, loves things that show just enough of the curve of your hips to your legs and the soft skin underneath.

[alleycat-arcade]

Game Continue! The Seven Lords: Icicle Flowers

@rayanicaraynbow asked: Heyo! Could get headcanons+fic for the Demon Bros with a MC who's reserved and kinda cold with no signs of warming up to any of them (MC is still respectful but not really friendly) but then something happens between a bro and MC and they're suddenly more friendly with that brother, but still kinda hesitant with the rest. When asked about it MC brings up how they aren't used to actual kindness, so instead of risking getting hurt again they just distance themself. Have a great day/night/etc. :)

Alrighty! The cabinet is all fixed up for ya' and ready to go! Have fun and you're welcome to bring any tickets you win up to the prize exchange counter.

(Here's part 2! Apologies again for the delay, but I hope you enjoy it! If you'd like to read part 1, here is the link! I will be making Belphie his own part because I made two separate versions for him, one for before chapter 16 and one for after. I love angst lololol.)

Frostbitten Sugar (Part 2) (Obey Me! Younger Brothers -Belphie x Gn! Mc/Reader)

Content Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Reverse Hurt/Comfort, and injury mention/description for the first, Hurt/Comfort and sexual harassment for the second, Hurt/Comfort and injury mention/description for the third(Do not mention the last content warning i forgot to edit it ;w;)

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Satan:

Truthfully, Satan didn't really care much about you when you'd first met. He didn't dislike you per se, but he didn't like you either. You were just another resident in the House of Lamentation. He'd thought about asking you for your assistance in pranking the eldest, but your cold demeanor held him back from doing so.

Once you had lived at HoL for a good month, he'd picked up on a lot of your behavioral traits. Traits that he found absolutely infuriating at first glance. Your mannerisms reminded him of Lucifer to an extent, a fact that pissed him off to no end. To him, you were just some weaker form of Lucifer. The second month of your stay in the Devildom was full of spontaneous and slightly cruel pranks. Nothing that would seriously injure or harm you, but ones that would put you in a state of shock momentarily.

The pranks died off not too long after forming a pact with Asmodeus, for reasons unknown to everyone but the Avatars of Lust and Wrath. It had been a surprise when Asmo had come knocking on his door, telling the blonde to knock off his pranks with an expression that was definitely giving him wrinkles.

He was perplexed at his brothers sudden affection towards you. You still acted the same as you always had, even in private. He knew about your private behaviors from the constant complaining of his brothers who wished to become closer with you, besides Beel.

His inner detective had been awakened, and he no longer looked at you with malice swirling in his eyes. Curiosity and intrigue drew him closer and closer to you, like a moth to a flame. And like how a moth becomes alight upon touching the flame, his heart became engulfed after forming a proper pact with you.

Satan wasn't the type to trail after you like a lost puppy, but he found himself often staring at you or spontaneously seeking out your company and leaving soon after. Like a stubborn cat. His desire to fully cross examine you ran rampantly around his mind, but he lacked the proper opportunities to pull you away for long enough.

One would come to expect that being transported into a different world would be terrifying. You likely would've seen it that way as well, if it hadn't happened more times than you could count on your fingers. The first time was the most terrifying, being summoned to a completely different world alone and surrounded by creatures that could kill you and made sure you knew that. After that, the times you'd ended dragged into one of Leviathan's cursed games or manga struggled to even unnerve you. Having an army of simps the protection of the brothers' pacts put you at ease whenever you'd run into an in-game enemy, as one of the demonic siblings would quickly take care of it for you.

Though you weren't frightened, you felt somewhat awkward as you stood alone in a field next to the Avatar of Wrath. While Satan did occasionally come and game with Levi and the others, it wasn't often that he'd enter one of the otaku's VR games of his own volition. With how much HoL ended up at the mercy of a cursed VR game you weren't surprised that he wouldn't actively seek out a similar experience. Yet here he was before you, shuffling his feet as he waited for Leviathan to catch up with the two of you.

You'd booted up the game when the three of you were certain everyone else was out, as not to drag them into the game with you and receive an earful of complaints. It was a typical RPG, the kind you'd often watch Levi play when he wasn't in the mood for multiplayer. Speaking of him, the Avatar of Envy was incredibly insistent on having you play the game with him as soon as it had released. Satan had only become included in your traveling party since he'd come to ask his elder brother about something unrelated. When you'd mentioned the title you were going to play, the blonde had spoke about the game's story being impressive and requested to tag along. Leviathan was hesitant, but ended up giving in and letting him join the two of you.

A part of you regretted allowing Levi to chose the class for your character. You couldn't fully figure out how to properly wield the spear you'd been given, and the very minimal armor made you uncomfortable. It wasn't that you showed to much skin, rather you were simply dressed in fancy robes that did little to protect your body from swords and arrows. Satan looked almost as out of place as you in his 'Berserker' attire, but he at least suited the class's fighting style. "Should we go back and look for him? He's taking an awfully long time back there." His calm voice broke through your thoughts as he spoke for the first time in a while. "Ah, yeah."

Returning into the woods you'd just emerged from was a far easier task than exiting it. It was as if the forest was moving out of your way and giving you a clear path to the spot that you had last seen your party's knight. You were about to call out for him, before spotting him tied up to a nearby tree. His mouth was held shut by a tight cloth, but there was a look of panic and fear in his eyes. Levi tried to shake his head rapidly to warn you before you took a step forward, but you were already in something's line of sight when you had caught on. If Satan had suddenly tackled you out of the way, you would have received quite a nasty clubbing to the side from the thorn coated log used as a trap. Catching your breath, your body stiffened at the sight of a band on thieves emerging from the Shadows. You went for your spear as Satan pulled out his tome, and hurriedly engaged in combat.

The two of you defeated the bandits with some difficulty, but you were for the most part unharmed. Your Berserker companion was actually looking more rough than you were, and as you pulled out healing potions from your bag your mind weighed with guilt. The blonde had practically taken every hit for you, despite his armor class being only a little higher than yours. Almost every attack you'd failed to parry he had dived in front of, earning the demon some rather nasty gashes that Levi was frantically trying to sew together. Even if his class was all about dealing heavy damage quickly and having a higher amount of HP, you couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. "Why?" You had asked as you raised the potion bottle to his mouth. He took a rather large sip before he responded, a gentle look on his face. One you'd often seen when he cooed at cats in the garden. "I couldn't bear to see you injured. Even if this is just a video game, I cannot bear the idea of letting you fall into harm's way."

Your little gaming trio had paused and saved after patching him up, heading down to dinner in silence. Well, you and Satan were silent. Leviathan was instead clutching onto your arm as he eagerly rambled about how cool the two of you were, and just how much you had looked like Henry when you'd landed a pretty impressive combo on one of the bandits. You simply nodded along and spoke when necessary, falling back into the mannerisms Satan was all too familiar with. His chest dully ached as he remembered the look of worry you had worn as you tended to his injuries. His hand raised momentarily to stop you, but recoiled quickly to his chest before you could notice.

The dull ache soon faded away in the coming nights, replaced by the feeling of butterflies slowly invading his stomach and chest cavity. He was unsure as to why you had changed after that night, but he'd noticed the way you had begun to warm up to him almost as soon as it had started.

Though he'd noticed it off the bat, your change in demeanor only fully set in when you'd invited him over to your room one night. You had bought him a Human World book that he'd spoke about wanting only a night prior, and the scarlet blush that overtook his face could rival Levi's once the realization had set in as you cozied up beside him.

Satan doesn't beat around the bush as he asks you about why you had been so cold towards everyone before, but he was careful to make sure that you knew you didn't need to tell him right away if you weren't comfortable.

Once you do confide in him, he's very understanding and gives you as much of an embrace as you'd like. His comforting is a mix of reassurances and affirmations in between bouts of soft humming, all the while he rubs comforting circles into your back. Unless you're completely against the idea, he'll keep you in his embrace for the rest of the night in the safety of his room. He won't fall asleep until after he's certain you are, and even then he wakes up at the slightest shift in your sleep.

He helps you lay out a plan to bond with his brothers, one that oddly resembles a military's plan of attack. He won't force you into anything, but he does his best to nudge you in the right direction when needed. Satan focuses more on helping you adapt than his brothers, so they'll need to seek him out if they actually want his advice on how to bond with you. Otherwise, they're on their own.

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus was not one of the brothers put off by your rather chilly personality. While he didn't actively seek you out or put a whole lot of effort into getting to know you, he did find you rather interesting. It was rare for Asmo to meet anyone who resisted his charms so easily, and even if they did he always would find some way to get them to warm up to him.

Occasionally he'd acknowledge your demeanor, but it was usually in the form of whining and pleading for something. While you did interest him, he was far more interested in himself to pursue your friendship. He was the Avatar of Lust after all, and it would take a decent series of events to take place before he'd fully indulge in his interest and try to become friends with you. You were polite to him, and that was all that really mattered at the time.

After the two of you formed a pact however, it was like a switch had flipped somewhere in his brain. He still held himself as his number one priority, but he'd often find himself thinking about you or taking you out with him to places. The feelings you gave him were strange and unfamiliar, but not exactly unwelcome.

His Devilgram followers were the ones to notice the way he'd slowly began to find himself wrapped around your little finger. In photos he had taken with you that you'd allowed him to post, a spew of comments following a similar theme were mixed into the hundreds of praising voices. They'd started with pointing out how softly he'd looked in your direction one photo and it only increased from there. As he found himself drawn closer and closer to you, his fans found more and more things to point out. His brothers had nearly had a heart attack after seeing one of his most viral posts, where he was no where in sight in the photos and the captions only spoke of you.

The Avatar of Lust did his best to make himself approachable and welcoming for you, simply awaiting the day you'd give in and snuggle into his open arms. But sometimes, friendliness is not quite enough. There was something that Asmo was missing, something he couldn't put his finger on.

Clubbing was something Asmodeus often begged you to do, but you rarely ever accepted. You knew exactly why he tried to get you to tag along so often, mostly because he'd outright told you himself. Taking you out for a night of partying seemed like the perfect idea for you to get to know other demons he had said, ignoring the fact that you had yet to ever truly get to know much about the demons you already knew. Yet, tonight was not your lucky night it seemed.

The day prior, you had accidentally knocked over one of Asmo's perfume shelves, sending them crashing to the floor. Some remained intact, but the rest shattered once they hit the ground, splashing the various scented liquids all over the floor and onto some of his nearby clothing. As a shriek spilled out from his lips, you readied yourself to use your pact if he'd become too enraged by your clumsiness and attacked you. But instead of whatever harsh things you had expected the Avatar of Lust to unleash upon you, you were met with gentle hands checking over your body for any injuries.

You struggled to find the right words to say as he fussed over you. The most you could manage was a stuttered apology, but that had only made Asmo frown. After he had ensured that you weren't hurt, he stood up and searched for a broom and dustpan. He'd given you a much softer form of a lecture as he swept away the broken glass, but never once did he yell at you. Something inside you told you to at least offer to pay for the damages, but Asmo wasn't having any of it. "If you really want to make it up to me dear, why don't you and I go out tomorrow night and have some fun at the Fall?"

Thus you found yourself in the midst of the crowded club, unsure of where to go or what to do. You had lost track of Asmodeus after he'd headed out onto the dance floor about 30 minutes ago, and now you were trying your best not to draw attention from the likely hundreds of demons around you. Mostly you had tried to hang around spots that you wouldn't be easily seen at, like sitting at the bar or in the small groups of wallflower demons. It wasn't as if your nervousness was uncalled for either. Even the most extroverted human being on earth would've likely struggled in your current situation. On all sides you were surrounded by demons, who could very well just decide to attack you at a moments notice and devour your soul.

Finally, you willed yourself to look for Asmo in the crowd. The tension in your body was becoming unbearable, and you swore your heart could not beat any faster than it already was. Weaving in and out of the crowd you searched for him, but you couldn't find horns or tails of the lustful demon. You were about to give up and call him on your D.D.D., but a hand bearing pink and green nail polish stopped you from bringing it to your ear. "Asmo, thank goodness. Listen, can we just head home? I'll make it up to you some other way I swear, its just..."

Your words faltered as you looked up to the owner of the hand wrapped tightly around your wrist. Though their nail polish had matched Asmo's, they definitely weren't the demon you were looking for. They chuckled at your confusion, tightening their grip on your wrist when you attempted to pull away. "I may not be the Avatar of Lust, but I can show you a good time if that's what you're looking for." Their other hand raised to caress your face, but returned to their side as you moved away from it with a look of disgust on across your expression. "I'm making a once in a lifetime offer for you, little human. I suggest you behave yourself before something bad happens. Wouldn't want Lord Diavolo's precious program to fall apart, would ya?" The scent of Demonus struck your nostrils as they leaned in uncomfortable close, trying to stop you from thrashing in their grasp.

"Excuse me?" A familiar voice cut through the noise of the club around you. Without any further warning, a hand planted itself firmly onto the face of your harasser, shoving him away after another had removed his grip on your wrist. Strong arms wrapped around you, and familiar wings curled to shield you as far as they could reach. "You certainly have a lot of nerve, don't you? Going after an exchange student, and one of my masters no less. Do you have some sort of death wish?" The venom in his tone was something you'd never heard out of him before. The other demon attempted to stand their ground, but after a minute long stare-down they scurried off with their tail between their legs.

Asmo let out a sigh, before releasing you. "I am so sorry about that. Can't believe that creep would totally ruin the mood like that." He looked away sheepishly for a moment, before turning back to you with a smile and continuing. "Why don't we head home? I've got some new face masks that I was just dying to try out. We can make a whole night out of it!"

After that night, Asmo didn't bug you about going out clubbing, Unless you explicitly asked him to go out and party he wouldn't bring up the topic, and even if you did end up going out he wouldn't leave your side the entire night. He couldn't place it as to why, but the lust and desire that had been weaved into him ever since his fall from the Celestial Realm was much weaker whenever you were around. He lacked the itch to pull away and find some random person to screw around with when you were on his mind.

Once Asmo got over his initial shock towards his own behaviors, he finally noticed yours. They way you now smiled when he excitedly showed you something off of Devilgram, or the way you laughed when he'd cracked a joke as you sat together on his bed. It was rather adorable to him, and he was sure to tell you as such.

As you open up about your reasonings behind your apprehensions towards bonding with others, he's silent. He hangs off your every word until you've gotten it all off your chest, only every speaking to encourage you to continue when you'd grown nervous. Once you're done speaking, he encourages you to lay on your back next to him. Afterwards, he lies beside you and links his pinkie with yours.

For a while, the only sound in his bedroom is the sound of the flickering flames of the candles on his dresser. Its only after he's thought through what he wants to say that he tells you all the praises and sweet nothings that had swirled in his mind since you formed a pact together.

Asmo is probably the best out of the brothers when it comes to getting everyone to get along with you. And if they happen to make a misstep or do something that makes you retract into your shell, he's not against charming them into behaving. Mammon and Levi will need to learn fast if their abrasive comments bother you, otherwise they're going to wish they had only upset Asmo by waking him up too early.

Beelzebub:

Similar to Satan, he didn't really think much of you. Even if his twin had been fuming with hatred at the mere idea of the Exchange Program before changing his mind, Beel never really held the same resentment towards humans. The most he'd know about you before the whole custard fiasco was that you weren't food, and you'd somehow formed pacts with Leviathan and Mammon after barely being in the Devildom for maybe two weeks.

Beel did regret destroying your room though. He may not have known you, but he was aware that he'd essentially destroyed the place in HoL you felt the safest in and you were now being forced to room with him. You had calmly accepted all of his apologies, but your tone of voice made him feel that they were more half-hearted acceptances than anything.

When you'd asked about his twin however, any of his prior thoughts were pushed away to allow him to freely speak about his beloved brother. Though he wasn't know to be the most talkative of demons, the two of you sat together on his bed for a good long while as he spoke about Belphegor, with you nodding along beside him. After that chat, a part of him began to feel some sort of care for you, a fragment of his soul longing to get to know you more. But you were still just a stranger, even if you had slept in his bed and listened to stories about his brother. He speaks of Lilith as well, but those memories are more painful than fond.

It was only after you had shielded himself and the young angel exchange student from the wrath of Lucifer did you manage to worm your way into his heart. And not too long after you'd cemented that place in his heart after confessing to trying to impress Lucifer so he would make up with Belphie.

From that moment forward, Beelzebub had begun to see you as family, or at least a very close friend. It didn't matter how you acted, he still viewed you in very high regard. He'd only wished that sometimes you'd open up just a little to him, so he could prove himself.

Sports in the Devildom would certainly scare off the best of athletes and most resilient of thrill seekers. They were decently similar to the ones you'd see in the Human World, but it was as if someone had cranked the extremity factor up quite a few notches. It was for this reason that gym classes had to be adapted for students in the Exchange Program, as it wouldn't be very great if one of the humans became nothing more than a red stain on the wall on their very first day. The only time you would actively engage in sports were when you would attend Beelzebub's Fangol games, and even then you had the brothers around you for protection.

The gym teacher often had you run laps around the stadium as the demon students in your class participated in whatever extreme sport it was the time of the week for. Jogging around the stadium was a routine that you'd easily fallen into, especially when you would jog alongside the other exchange students.

Perhaps you had become a bit too accustomed to this routine for your own good. Maybe it would have been better if you were paying more attention to your surroundings and not to catching up with the Angels that were a good mile ahead of you, you would've seen it coming. Or at least, you would have heard the warning shouted your way from inside. Either way, you were left at the mercy of the Fangol ball that ricocheted off the surrounding walls. And as it rocketed towards you, it seems it had not chosen mercy today.

Most of its momentum had been lost by the time it reached you, but it still had plenty enough power to send you crashing to the ground when it struck your leg. Reflexing, your body crumpled and curled into itself as you desperately tried to cradle your injured limb. If your heart had been beating any louder in your ears, you may have missed the sound of buzzing beside you.

A figure loomed over you, breathing heavily as if they'd ran a marathon to reach to. Your pounding head made it difficult to comprehend their features from the distance, but the buzzing seemed to be coming from them. It was only until worried violet eyes came close enough to your face did you realize who was standing before you. "Beel?" You questioned, squinting in an attempt to see better against the dim moonlight. "Mc, I..." He panted, trying to find the right words to say while also checking your injuries. "I'm sorry I didn't yell loud enough, one of my teammates threw the ball too hard and..." You cut him of with a whimper when he'd accidentally put pressure on your injured leg. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-" "Beel... Its okay. Can we just get to the nurse or something?" You spoke through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to curl up again. Beel let out a brief grunt of agreement, before carefully scooping you up into his arms. The speed he had ran at as he rushed you to the nurse's office made you cling to him just to stay on, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his chest.

Even after you'd been fully treated, Beelzebub refused to leave your side after your injury. It was easier to allow him to take care of you than constantly wave him off, so you let him coddle you as much as he liked. In the couple of weeks that you had the cast on your leg, it became a common occurrence to see the Avatar of Gluttony carrying you from location to location. Not that he had a problem with it though. He'd made a mistake and allowed you to get hurt, so it was only right that he should care for you and look after you while you recover.

It had been in the days you'd spent being taken care of that your shell had begun to crack. Anything you struggled with it, he'd be at your side within minutes to help you. It became harder and harder to keep up your walls, and eventually they came tumbling down and allowed Beel in. You could still vividly remember how his face had looked when a story of his had set you into a laughing fit, starting out as a look of surprise that faded into a heartfelt smile before he gave into your infectious laughter.

As you laid in bed one night, you'd confessed the reasons as to why you didn't wish to be close to anyone. His heart ached as he laid on the futon on the floor beside you, contemplating his actions before moving. If you were comfortable with it, he gets into bed beside you and holds you as closer as he can get you. Beelzebub doesn't say much, but the words he does choose to say are some of the sweetest things you'd ever heard from the Avatar of Gluttony.

Mostly, he wants you to get along with his twin first. If you feel more at ease approaching his other brothers first instead, he's happy to help and encourage you. But most of all he just wants his two favorite people in all of the three realms to get along.

Beel leaves you a special gift in front of your door a few days after you recovered fully and no longer needed to be carried around. Its a plush toy of himself, and although the stitching is messy and the sizing is odd, you couldn't be happier to receive it.

If Beel ever needs a quick sort of pick-me-up to distract him from hunger, he'll look at the photo stored on his D.D.D. of you snuggling up to his homemade plush.

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feeding my eren simp requirements for the week

hi PLEASE i neee stoner eren amd stoner reader😩

high off of you - eren j x reader;

in which your roommate drags you to a smoke session, and it might’ve been the best decision of your life.

cw; choking, lowkey breeding kink ish, praise kink, slight orgasm denial, overstimulation, drugs (weed)

8k words | nsfw | modern au

content.

content is how you were feeling.

you had just gotten done with your shower, your covers were finally draped over your almost bare legs, your laptop was sat in your lap and you had put your hair up to get it out of the way. you were relaxed, you were calm, and you had decided you were gonna finish off your night with an episode of your favorite show, no matter how many times you had saw it.

"c'mon, we're going to get high."

your peaceful vibe was interrupted, and in the most abrupt manner your roommate could muster; he swung the door open not even bothering to knock, leaned against the doorframe and let his eyes survey your slightly mess room before landing on you and giving you the most goofy grin.

"connie, what the fuck?" you frowned and went to pause your show only to realize you hadn't even started it. with a sigh you looked back up at connie with clear irritation written across your face.

"what? don't you want to get high?"

"i just got out of the shower, i'm in bed now," you moved your laptop and threw the covers off of your legs and pointed to your shorts. "i have pajamas on and i was about to watch my show, no i don't want to get high right now." wasn't that the obvious? you couldn't lie, the offer was tempting since you weren't the one paying, and it gave you the opportunity to see your friends again, but the getting ready process had made you shove the offer down.

as if on cue connie seemed to read your mind. "you don't have to get cute or anything. it's literally just our regular smoke circle. just throw on a jacket and let's go."

you groaned and leaned your head back letting your arm drape over your eyes. "didn't we just come from sasha's house earlier this week? who the hell is supplying y'all this fast?" you tried to come up with an excuse to stay home, but connie was clearly one step ahead of you.

"it's not sasha's house it's eren's." the stupid sly grin on his face appeared and he leaned further into your room already knowing he had you trapped. he knew, much like the rest of the friend group about the undying tension between you and eren, but nobody could pinpoint exactly what it was. it wasn't that the two of you necessarily liked each other but you were... friendlier than friendly best friends. eren and you would flirt with each other more often than not and were very hands on. not to mention how excited you'd get when you got to see him, and vice versa.

connie didn't even give you the chance to respond to that comment, your answer was evident just by the way your attention spiked at the mention of eren's name, and the way your body stiffened in the slightest. he shut the door to wait for you and couldn't help but laugh at your feeble attempt of getting out of a session with your circle.

you lost, and you were slightly upset. any other words in your defense were stuck down your throat, and connie was already long down the hall. the only thing you were able to mention was a loud, "and knock next time, dumbass!" before you did as he said, grabbing your jacket and slipping out the door with connie.

that's how you handed up where you were now, at eren's shared apartment with mikasa and armin, although mikasa's car was missing from the parking lot.

"i love the outfit. it's giving me very much... hobo." connie looked you up and down stifling a laugh while the two of you waited at the door after the first ring.

you followed his eyes looking yourself up and down as well. you did look a little silly, black crew socks with crocs over top. you didn't even take it upon yourself to zip up your jacket all the way, the black fabric draping off your shoulder on one side revealing your shoulder only adorned by a single white strap to your cropped tank top. of course the jacket was a little big, covering your sleep shorts slightly. you weren't even sure if the jacket was yours.

"shut the fuck up." you kicked connie with your croc and he hissed, grabbing his shin before being a fool and hopping towards the door some more, spamming the doorbell.

"help! i'm getting abused!" and in that moment you wondered how you managed to share an apartment with the clown.

connie's ringing only stopped when the door flew open, sasha's figure standing there with a small smile. "hey!" her tone was cheery and loud as she grabbed connie's hand pulling him into a dramatic hug before reaching a hand out to you and pulling you into one too. "i missed you guys!"

"sasha we saw you earlier this week." you forced yourself out of her grip with an apologetic smile just in case your gesture came off as rude. connie nodded in agreement and stepped aside already heading towards eren's room. i mean seriously, wouldn't it have made more sense for you not to come if he was that eager to smoke? they could've had more rounds!

"that doesn't mean i couldn't miss you." her hand embraced yours once more and she slammed the door shut, locking it and leading you to the door opened ajar on the other end of the hallway, of course eren's as he always had those red led lights bleeding from underneath the doorway. "connie told me you didn't want to come also, so this is a surprise."

you rolled your eyes. "so he knew i didn't want to come and still asked?"

"well it was worth a shot; and look where it landed you, you're about to be faded." and she wasn't wrong. she finally let go of your hand and opened the door, the bright LEDS hitting you straight on making you squint for a second before your eyes surveyed the room. jean was already chatting with connie on the futon while eren was sat on his bed with a tray in his lap, rolling the blunt.

what you didn't see was the glance he gave you when you first started scanning the room, immediately trying to look focused on rolling the blunt while attempting to hide his boyish grin. you likewise, you bit the inside of your cheeks to stop from smiling at the sight of the pretty boy; his brown locks pulled back into the sloppiest ponytail, and the hairs in the back of his head skimming the black top he wore.

"so she actually came?" jean voiced looking over to you and making his way over to you from his position on the futon to embrace you in a side hug.

"jean boy," you used his nickname to mock him before returning his hug causing him to grimace at you and pull his arm back. you started to laugh and rolled your eyes at his dramatic actions once more. "yes, yes i did come."

"doesn't she look stupid?" connie looked up from his phone at you and jean giggling under his breath. jean took in your appearance and tried not to laugh, a small smirk on his face that was wiped off when you slapped his chest then flipped connie off.

"shut your bald ass up, connie." you retorted.

"i'm growing hair, i keep telling you that!" and the whole room burst into laughter, sasha doubling over because there still wasn't a trace of growth on his head.

"connie, you have no room to talk you are actually stupid." sasha added before going over to sit with the boy after grabbing a bag of chips from the desk next to the open door.

you shut the door behind you and continued to stand awkwardly until eren spoke, "you're laughing but as soon as she takes that jacket off you're gonna try to jump on her, kirchstein." he said with a raise of his eyebrow before letting his eyes wander over your frame.

now you were really trying to hide your smile, and you cursed the seventeen muscles in your mouth when one graced your face anyways. "eren," you dragged out his name walking over to him on his bed before plopping yourself down and resting your head on his shoulder. "get me away from these idiots." you faked a sigh before eren chuckled and gave you a side hug much like jean’s before continuing to roll his blunt.

"damn jaeger, you were so quiet i forgot you were here." connie said, not looking up from his phone that sasha peered over as well.

"and stop making slick jokes and hurry up with the blunt." jean huffed scooting off the futon and resting his head on his palm. "i'm tryna smoke."

you watched eren look down at jean with a negative expression before continuing to roll, and you watched intently loving the way he looked while he did it. the way he let his tongue slide over the gutted blunt was enticing  and you looked from your position on his shoulder.

he let his eyes drift over to you without moving his head and then he placed the blunt on the tray grabbing the grinder and holding it out in front of you. "you wanna grind it for me?" he asked with a small smile and it caught you off guard. you took a minute to process what he said before you grabbed the grinder and let it come apart in two.

"i mean, i guess." he slid the tray over to your lap and did that chuckle again.

"do you even know how? i bet you've always had someone roll for you, huh?"

you couldn't help but break out into another smile, this one out of slight embarrassment before you bumped his shoulder playfully and setting down the grinder on the tray. "bye... i've only rolled once."

"she doesn't know how, and plus just earlier she asked me who our supplier was. even sasha knows that!" connie looked over and you met his eyes with a glare, a deadpanned expression crossing your face and the group broke into laughter again besides you.

"connie i'm gonna fuck you up." you muttered. your mood shifted once more though when eren began placing the weed into the grinder and closed the lid handing it to you.

"work some magic, babe." you were really trying not to show how excited you were, butterflies flapping their wings and flapping them hard in your stomach, especially at the nickname. you began twisting the small container and eren's calloused hands stopped yours from grinding too much. "that's good, that's good." he took it from your hands then pulled the tray over. "i got it from here."

"yeah cause she's gonna fuck it up." jean laughed and connie joined in his eccentric laugh filling the air as well causing you to groan.

"can y'all shut up? damn. you can't roll either jean."

ooohh's from connie and sasha bounced around the room and jean looked up at you amusement dancing in his eyes. "better than you."

"at least i look good while doing it." you sassed playfully while moving invisible hair behind you ear. you could've sworn eren nodded his head from next to you, and those dumb butterflies in your stomach began moving again.

"got that right." jean snapped back just as quick a flirtatious tone to his voice that caught you off guard and you raised an eyebrow at the sudden demeanor. eren looked up for a split second before glancing at you again, his eyebrows furrowed in... confusion maybe?

"weren't you just making fun of me earlier?"

"chill, we were just playing around, girl." jean responded with a shit eating grin before forming a heart with his hand and pouting at you.

"you better stop for eren gets on your ass, you know that's his girl." connie scrunched up his nose then looks towards you and eren for a reaction that he succeeded in getting. both you and eren looking up at him; eren's eyes holding more of a curious stare and yours more threatening. eren continued sealing the blunt soon after seemingly unfazed by connie's comment.

sasha gasped and widened her eyes at you. "stop! you know they don't date." she winked at you and wiggled her eyebrows and you pretended not to see her.

"yeah, they don't even date." jean added on, wondering how the conversation flipped from you to your relationship with eren so fast. it was annoying to him in the least, the group constantly commented on how you and eren should just get together and were clearly not just best friends, but the two of you seemed to haven't taken action yet.

"might as well." connie shrugged his shoulder. "anyways, jaeger finished rolling, let's get high." connie sat up, sasha lifting her head off of his arm as he did so and clasped her hands clearly ready to hit the blunt much like everyone else.

"you want the first hit?" eren rolled the blunt between his fingertips while letting the flame singe the end looking at you with those jaded green eyes, flecks of blue dashing across them in a way that made your heart melt.

"she gets the first hit too?" connie exclaimed staring at you and eren with a bored look on his face.

"who rolled the blunt?" eren asked raising an eyebrow at connie before letting his tongue run over his bottom lip and lifting the blunt from the lighter to watch the smoke float into the air, and ugh did he look good. when connie didn't answer he answered for him, "i rolled it, i choose who goes first."

"plus shes low key a newbie, this is what? her third session with us?" sasha chimed in grabbing the pillow that connie was laying on previous and rolling onto her stomach on the floor in front of the futon.

you pursed your lips before grabbing the blunt from eren, not even noticing that his arm was placed behind you until he rubbed your side in slight encouragement, his warm smile aimed at you. you put the brown wrap to your lips and inhaled the smoke, the gas irritating your airway causing you to let out a cough you tried to hold back.

eren began to laugh at you as you broke out into a fit of coughs, your throat attempting to clear up for you, and the worse the coughs got the more of your friends started to laugh, the only thing you could do was stick your middle finger up while sasha crawled to the same desk near the door to grab you her water bottle.

"i'm crying!" sasha laughed as she rolled the bottle over to the foot of eren's bed. eren's laughs died down too after he hit the blunt and then bending down to pick it up for you, untwisting the cap and passing the drug towards connie.

"woah, chill." he said before blowing the smoke from his mouth in your face causing you to suppress more coughs and fan it away. he tilted the water bottle to your lips and you let it swim down your throat, relishing in the sweet gesture from the boy next to you.

"eren," you mumbled his name taking the water bottle from his hand. you didn't get time to finish your sentence before his door opened revealing armin standing there in his pajama pants and sweatshirt.

all gazes turned towards him as he scanned eren's room growing accustomed to the new faces and scenery. "hi." he mumbled rubbing his eyes. "when did you guys get here?"

"did you just wake up?" eren asked slight concern lacing his face.

"yeah... i heard laughing. don't forget we share a wall." armin gestured towards the wall in which eren's futon laid against.

"i didn't even know you were here. i didn't see mikasa's car so i thought both of y'all just dipped." connie passed the blunt to sasha and fanned the air of the smoke letting the rest disperse after speaking.

"mikasa is at the library. she can't stand the smell of smoke and how loud you all are. i don't blame her." armin chuckled before walking over towards sasha who hit the blunt and gave it to armin's outstretched hand.

"armin you smoke?" you couldn't help but ask, the last two smoke sessions you went to with connie, armin wasn't there. as a matter of fact you never saw much of him because he excelled above you by some and the two of you didn't share any classes, yet you definitely knew him through eren.

"everybody hear smokes except for you." sasha said hoping her words would coerce you to come to join the smoke circle more indefinitely, not just pass by a few times here and there.

armin let the smoke inhale his lungs then removed the blunt from his soft lips. "i smoke with eren sometimes. not usually with all of you guys but... sometimes?" his response came more like a question than an answer as he bent down to give the blunt to jean.

"let armin hit it a couple times." eren used his head to motion the blunt in jean's hand to armin and armin nodded in agreement.

"yeah, i'm about to go back to my room anyways." armin took the blunt back holding it between his lips while leaning against the doorframe.

"why aren't you staying?" sasha pondered sitting up and cradling her pillow to her chest. armin took one last hit then walked over passing it to you which you accepted with a kind nod.

"i should be studying with mikasa but i fell asleep. i have a test tomorrow, eren does too."

"so eren's here getting high and he has a test tomorrow?" you give eren a playful disappointed glance that lasted a little longer than it should've. he met your eyes and then let his drop down to your lips before breaking out into a smile and leaning forward, burying his head into your neck. his chain dangled almost touching your lap and you felt the strands of his hair brush against your chin causing you to twitch at the tickling feel while inhaling the smoke from the blunt. when your hand dropped down to your lap he replaced your hand with his and put the wrap in his mouth while nuzzling into you.

"mikasa made me study with her for like a week straight, i'll be fine." he whined. you let a sigh leave you and found yourself stroking the hair on eren's nape while fiddling with the clasp of his gold chain adorning his neck. the smell of his cologne was mixing in with the weed, but yet that woody pine still overpowered the plant and you couldn't help but rest your head on top of his in efforts to get closer to the source of the fragrance.

"i still don't understand why the two of you haven't gotten together." armin announced eyes flickering back and forth between you and his roommate.

sasha flailed her arms out and her expression was relieved, although her eyes went wide and her eyebrows went up, "that's what i been trying to say! they already act like they date." armin nodded his head agreeing with her.

"we don't like each other, we're just friends i don't know why you all say that." you said a little too quickly, eren pulling away from your neck finally and giving you a once-over. you missed the warmth he brought but then turned your head back towards armin.

"yeah, yeah." he giggled rolling his eyes. "okay well goodnight." eren stood up and passed the blunt to armin who took one last hit then handed it back to sasha, then the rest of the room murmured a goodnight to the blonde relaxing in silence for a minute after his leave.

eren took it upon himself to scoot back on his bed until his back was hitting the wall once he sat back down, using his hand to beckon you to follow him. "c'mere." and you obliged until you were next to him, shoulders touching.

jean looked over to connie and sasha, connie still scrolling through his phone aimlessly giggling at his home screen for whatever reason and sasha looking up at the ceiling on her back now, bag of chips on top of her stomach as she got lost in her thoughts.

"remember when we used to like each other?" jean took it upon himself to abruptly reminisce on the past in the presence of his friends. he took a hit of the blunt thats length was beginning to falter, it on the verge of becoming a roach. he leaned over and passed it on to you, eyes trained on yours, completely ignoring eren's gaze

you furrowed yourself eyebrows trying to recall the time once you figured jean was talking to you, his stare telling, which you actually could. "...oh yeah, last year. i guess i did."

eren pulled one of your legs overtop of his and let his hand settle onto your thigh.

sasha's head perked up at the sudden conversation. "oh my gosh... you did like jean for a little bit. you used to gush over him-"

"sasha! i know, i know, but that was last year."

"i wonder why we didn't get together if we both liked each other, hm." jean looked upwards and tapped his chin in almost a mocking manner. "we used to hang out a lot actually now that i think about it, me, you, sasha and connie."

connie let out another burst of laughter and let his phone to drop to his chest. "yeah, remember that one time we got kicked out of the library because sasha got caught eating like four times and she wouldn't stop after that lady told her to?"

you chortled and sasha's mouth dropped open. "i don't even remember that, i thought you got kicked out because you wouldn't stop fucking laughing and that same lady told you to shut up like seven times!" and more laughter erupted from the ones who were there that day.

you passed the blunt to eren for the umpteenth time watching him take a quick drag then beckon to sasha to grab it as he didn't want to get up. "you both got kicked out, those were two different days." you shook your head at your friends antics and looked up at eren. "they're so dumb."

eren returned your stare and only then did you notice the way his eyes were half lidded, you were sure red was rimming them even though you couldn't really tell because of the red emitting from the lights in the room. he squinted at you and scrunched up his nose. "you look high." he ignored your last sentence wanting to stray away from the conversation he was barely apart of.

"i am high, stupid."

a small 'hmph' came from the back of his throat and it happened again, his eyes dropping to your lips causing him to lick his before he brought those same eyes back up to yours. you could've kept getting lost in them if you didn't jolt at the sound of jean clearing his throat and holding the blunt out to you.

you leaned over to grab it once more. "careful, it's a roach. don't burn yourself." he warned you, so you pinched it between your pointer finger and thumb and started to put it up to your lips but eren grabbed your wrist.

"wanna try something?" he asked you, plucking the faltering blunt from your hands and using the lighter beside him to fire it up a bit more. "wanna shotgun it?"

you had to trace back where you hear those words again... like a shotgun when you get to sit in the passengers seat? no, that wasn't it... you couldn't recall, but by the way sasha widened her eyes for the several time that night, the way connie's mouth dropped into an 'O', and the way jean's features were exasperated, him looking down to the bright light of his screen, you could only wonder eren's intentions.

he didn't even wait for a response from you, pulling through with his actions anyways. "inhale slowly, okay?" he inhaled as much smoke from the blunt storing it in his cheeks, the skin expanding from the inside and then leaned over his face mere inches from yours. he grabbed your chin with his fingers and you opened your mouth slightly watching as he opened his and let the smoke pour out of his tinted lips. you followed his instructions; inhaling very slowly hoping the moment could last a little longer, both of you staring at the transition of the smoke from one mouth to the other.

eren glanced to the side for a second to see if the others were watching, mainly searching for one pair of eyes. you saw his upper lip curl upwards slightly and you inched forward a little more subconsciously. eren watched the smoke grow thinner and felt the way your hands grabbed at his shirt tightly. he watched your eyes flutter and felt your noses brush together.

eren watched both of you lean in a little more until your lips brushed and came together, and felt the fireworks go off in both of your bodies, electric like sparks getting sent through his.

he ignored the gasps and groans of your friends and instead focused on the gasp that left your lips when they first connected with his, and the groan you elicited from him, lips meeting so fervently. he couldn't admit it until today but he wanted your lips on his so bad, your body on his so bad. he was so infatuated with you and the two of you being around each other majority of the time didn't help. he could only reminisce in the little touches and flirtatious gestures you passed back and forth on a regular day and use that to fuel his thoughts at night.

"eren," you mumbled against his lips your voice coming out like a whimper that went straight to his dick, causing him to wrap his arms around your body and pull you into his lap letting your legs swing over either side of him. eren didn't forget about the guests in the room, and as much as wanted to put on a little show in spite of jean, he pointed towards the door snapping his fingers twice.

"five dollars that they fuck?" sasha nudged connie's shoulder as they stood up and walked towards the door while she rolled up her chip bag bringing it with her. jean's figure was already halfway out the door, slamming it hard and making his way to the living room with the other two following.

"hell no, you're gonna owe me five dollars instead. i'm betting that they fuck."

"no, cause you know they're going to that's why i said the bet first, peanut head." sasha stuck her tongue out at connie and he shoved her out the door closing it softer than jean.

he kisses you even harder just basking in the feeling of your smooth lips against his slightly chapped ones, lips working in synchronization like they were made for each other and he felt so needy. his hands roamed your hips and waist, going underneath the jacket now hanging off your shoulders and feeling the bare skin of your stomach. your skin was so hot underneath his hand, just like the air surrounding the two of you.

you ground down into his lap and he hissed stilling your hips at the feeling, his mouth dropping into a circular shape, his eyebrows pointing up until a sigh left his lips once yours disconnected from his. you studied his face; his eyebrows scrunched up in lust and his lips parted slightly already missing the feeling of your lips. his nails dug into your hips as if you would run for whatever reason.

"_____... fuck." his tone was low and light and he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your cheek, his skin warm on yours. "you're so pretty,"

your face grew hotter than it already was and you leaned your forehead against his while your arms draped around his neck. "thank you,"

"i want you."

you closed your eyes and relished in his grip that became impossibly tight on your hips. "i want you too-"

"i wanna fuck you... i wanna feel you." eren's eyes fluttered shut as well, his forehead moving from yours to the crevice of your neck, planting his lips and nibbling on the thin skin. your breath hitched and your hold on his neck tightened. "i wanna have you."

"i'm right here, eren."

he held back a moan at how gentle and soft your voice was when you said those words, but you caught on and wanted to actually get one out of him. you wanted to pleasure him, you wanted him to shudder because of you, and you wanted your name to leave his lips like a song; but he wanted the same from you.

he was high, and high, and high off of you.

"lay down."

eren obliged with a smug smile, turning himself to the side while steadying you on his lap until his head hit the pillow, his flyaways bouncing to the sides of his face. "c'mere." just like earlier you listened to his words and leaned down so he could press his full lips against yours. his hands cradled either side of your face as you rutted your hips against him and swallowed his groans. his tongue swiped against your bottom lip and his teeth pulled at it as well until you gave him entrance to slip his tongue inside your mouth. you moaned at the feeling of your tongues colliding and dancing around each other even though both of your mouths were somewhat dry from the earlier smoke session, it still felt all good.

you felt fuzzy and your body felt like it was melting into his. when you pulled back for air eren gave you that same smile he gave you earlier, and you moved your kisses down his neck. once you reached the crevice between his shoulder and neck you moved his chain aside and licked at the spot, the feeling of your warm tongue against the shy skin causing eren to hold you a little tighter. you nibbled at the pretty skin and wondered if the mark you proceeded to leave would even be visible under the gleaming red lights.

"i don't know why you're trying to give me a hickey, they already know we're fucking." eren taunted letting his hands travel up your spine until they reached your neck, smoothing his fingers over it. you bit down on the mark as a way to punish eren for his comment then kissed it, finally pulling back.

"shut up."

eren let out a low laugh, and his low eyes raked over your figure with his lip trapped between his teeth. "when did you get my jacket?" he raised and eyebrow and began to remove the fabric that was resting at your elbows after unzipping it the rest of the way to reveal your top.

oh, so it was his jacket. you let out a laugh at your idiocy; you knew it was a couple sizes too big. "you look cute in it, but i want to see you now." he threw the fabric off of his bed and let his warm hands travel up until they cupped your breasts, your back arching in the least. his thumbs ran over your nipples, the feeling making you clench on top of eren. "like this," he pulled them hem of the white top up until you lifted your arms, now only left in your shorts and socks. he didn't even question the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. "shit..." he pushed you down until he could latch onto on of your breasts his tongue swirling around your nipple and you let the tingling feeling go down your spine until he popped off. eren begins to remove his shirt swiftly throwing it somewhere near his jacket.

you make work of your position on top of eren, scooting down on his legs and pecking his chest, abs, then v-line until your head was leveled with his dick. he stared down at you with a look of sultry while your hands worked to pull down his sweatpants. his hips lifted to help you out and you palmed at him with your hand watching him throw his head back when such a simple gesture relieved some of the tension he was feeling.

your mouth connected with his dick through the fabric, feeling for his tip that rested on his thigh and smirking against it when he hissed, hand flying to your ponytail that you threw up earlier that evening. "fuck, don't tease me like that baby."

"i wanna take my time with you." a pout formed on your face and your hands made their way to his waistband, the elastic material detailed with 'calvin klein' circling his hips.

eren's hands grabbed your jaw forcing you to look up at him before you could pull down his boxers. "and i want to fuck you... make you feel good."

your stomach twisted and even though you were just trying to do the same you couldn't help but rush pulling down the brunette's briefs until his cock slapped against his lower abdomen, your pussy squeezing around nothing at the view. his tip red and leaking and you knew that it'd be heavy on your tongue.

"eren..." he watched the way you eyed his aching dick, and he took it in his hands rubbing himself up and down with his hand while basking in your expression.

"hm?" you didn't even know what you wanted to say, you were just mesmerized and wasted no time prying his hands away to replace them with your own. your nimble fingertips ran over his tip to gather his precum and slide it over his length and he twitched, no, his dick twitched, and his fists clenched in anticipation for your hot mouth on him.

he decided to be courageous, to look down and try to watch you without spilling over himself too fast, i mean could you blame him if he did? your hands, the feeling of you over him, the way you would feel around him... he'd had wanted this forever and now it was in front of him.

in a way, he wanted to ruin you, not let this moment go in fear it wouldn't happen again.

so you finally attached your lips to his throbbing member, and he sucked in a breath hand trying to choose between flying to your head or to keep his hands to his self for now, but he chose the former his fist keeping a grip on your locks while you began to bob your head up and down. small sounds of pleasure left him and his eyes closed again, him trying to focus on not fucking your pretty throat so early in. he just wanted you and him to be one in every sense for as long as possible.

a mantra of 'yes,' and 'fuck,' left eren's mouth while your worked around him slicking him up and drawing lines up and down his cock with your tongue watching his reactions for a particular sensitive spot he might have; and you found it.

you went back up to his tip kissing it gently before letting the heat of your tongue slide down a vein on the side of his dick. "_____," eren moaned lifting his hips although he wasn't engulfed in your mouth. "i need it, shit, i need your mouth."

you giggled and placed his heavy dick back where he liked it for now. you felt it brush against your throat and you wondered if you could go any farther, sucking fervently and coming back up to spit on his head, adding more slick to him. when you went back down eren couldn't help it, he had felt when his tip touched your throat earlier and he most definitely wanted to feel that again.

his grip on your hair tightened when your swollen lips were wrapped around him again. he pushed your head down a little bit causing your hands to put more pressure on his thighs. eren opened his eyes to stare at you again, your mouth stretched out so lewdly over his cock, saliva starting to slide down his length from your mouth and your eyes shut as you tried to focusing on breathing. this only encouraged him further.

"i know you can take more, c'mon, go a little further." he said in a tone near a whisper while he lift his hips up more so that he could feel that ridge of your throat and hear another gag.

you pushed yourself, letting him take more control and then he felt it again; "mhm, right there baby, right there." he moaned when you whimpered, groaned and gagged, but this only pushed his animalistic fervor and he tried to push you down more but you lifted your head to catch your breath. "fuck, that feels amazing, angel."

you let the praise run over your body and went back down on him seeing how far you could go without his extra nudge then focused some more attention on his tip.

eren could feel the curdle in his lower abdomen but he tried his best to ignore it, letting your work him more. he let you swirl your tongue around him and pepper kisses down his length. he watched you try to deep throat him again and watched the tears spring from your eyes before you came back up, and all of this built up further until he tumbled over the edge spilling white heat into your mouth with a shout.

you were satisfied.

aching for him? yes, but satisfied at your job.

eren's thigh twitched and his eyes screwed shut as you didn't remove yourself from his length yet, cupping his balls and paying attention to his tip, overstimulating him, watching him shudder and gasp under you like you wanted. his dick hardened again while he contemplated whether to remove you from his length or let the over sensitivity go until he had no choice but to stop, and once again he picked the prior. "_____, please i want to be inside you now, wanna fuck you still."

you slipped off of him and crawled forward only now aware of the wet spot on your panties.

eren brought your face towards him kissing you with no hesitance despite him just being in your mouth. he pecked your lips and you smiled as he praised you. "you did so good, so good..." another peck and then his hands trailed down to the shorts you were still wearing, giving your ass a squeeze and spreading them. "but now i want to see that pretty pussy on my dick, yeah?"

you let him slide off your shorts and underwear simultaneously until your slick heat was exposed to him and to the air, feeling it brush over you before eren's hands could. your head fell to his chest feeling the cold metal of his chain underneath you, and your sore jaw parted when you felt his rough fingers gather up your wetness on them, rubbing through your slit. "eren..."

"c'mon, sit baby. we're not done yet; fuck yourself on me." he placed his lips on your the top of your head. "please?"

you picked yourself up and scoot back taking eren's dick in your hand once more. you didn't even care that he didn't have a condom, you trusted him, and you trusted the birth control you were on too.

finally you slipped down onto him and for him it felt like you were sucking him up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside of you. "so fucking tight... you're so wet." he groaned with his hands on your hips and yours on his chest steadying you. it had been awhile since you had been fucked and feeling so full again felt good, the stretch felt good and the slight pain subsided so quickly.

slowly, you guided yourself up and down eren's cock until you could find a good rhythm. your chest bounced above him and your ass clapped together, mixing in with the sound of your slick getting pushed in and out of you. "yeah, like that," eren hummed watching you focused, your pussy squeezing around him and you putting in the efforts to fuck yourself on him for both your pleasure.

eren's hands helped guide your body up and down him, and you leaned forward a little to add some more pressure to your clit. everything felt so good, the way he hit your cervix, the way your bud rubbed against his lower abdomen, you could definitely say this was one of the best fucks you had in a while. eren slapped your ass for encouragement before massaging the same area and relishing in your gasp.

"this feels good... and so much better when you're high." you sighed out while your face contorted in pleasure.

"or is my dick just that good?" eren joked looking up at you after your comment.

"shut it, eren.. and," you leaned forward some more. you were somewhat exhausted from riding already, thighs aching and body shivering from the pleasure. "i’m tired..." you admitted almost shamefully.

"you're tired?" he spoke in the way you would to a child while turning you around so you were on your side. his chest was against your back, the cold gold material resting between your shoulder blades and your ass snug against him. he lifted your leg and held it up while you guided him back inside of you until he was buried deep once again, this angle hitting even better.

"i got you," eren murmured against your neck while starting his pace slow. his hand trailed up to your neck and he gave it a light squeeze while pushing you further against him. he loved the way your ass bounced against his lower stomach when he started going faster, making him speed up his pace. "'m gonna fuck you so good."

you let out a slutty moan at his dirty talk, bringing a hand over to your mouth and shutting your eyes. he found that sweet spot inside of you and you couldn't help but react as well as he hit it over and over again. eren's hand on your throat went up to pull your hand off of your mouth. "don't try to hide that pretty voice, i want to hear you, i want them to hear you. get loud baby."

you were sure he felt the way you clenched around him, suffocating his dick as it slid in and out of you at a steady speed, and this time when you let out a moan you let him hear it, you were loud like he asked and tried to put your leg up even further so he could hit deeper.

"eren, fuck!" you were left pondering why you didn't think about this earlier, why you didn't listen to everybody who told you to get with eren. you could've been getting the best dick you'd gotten in years but both your stubborn, wavering feelings got in the way. "yes, oh my god, yes!" you cried out while eren bucked his hips up into you tightening his grip on your neck.

he turned your head towards him and engaged your lips again swallowing your cries and whimpers as he abused your pussy. your hand shakily made its way down to your clit to give you another push but he was quicker, dropping your leg and grabbing your wrist causing you to yelp. "eren, please."

"beg me." that same fervor from earlier returned. being edged on by your cries and shouts of his name, knowing how good he was fucking you and making you feel was such a turn on. "tell me how you want me, how you want my cum."

your breath was ragged and your leg was aching but you wanted it stretched out again where you could feel it deep. you were on the verge of tears. your hips rutted against eren for any boost, any pressure that you could get you to your high. the hand around your neck only gripped further as you didn't respond yet.

"c'mon, beg me baby."

"eren," his name came out broken, your back leaving his chest as your arched hard. "please fuck me, fuck me... please," he started to move again in the least, after all he was on the verge of cumming as well. "fuck, cum inside me, i want it, please." the sobs that left your mouth were so hot and of course he gave you what you wanted.

he fucked up into you after lifting your leg again and letting the fingers that were choking you slip into your mouth while he kissed and nibbled at your neck, speaking in between, praising you and marking you. his hand slipped from your mouth and he brought his wet fingers down to your clit rubbing for you until you toppled over the edge with a loud cry of his name. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your cunt gripped him like a vice over and over again as if you were trying to milk him.

"ah, fuck," the way you were squeezing around him caused him to unravel himself, white painting your walls as he filled you up with his cum, shaking himself. "_____," he heaved as the two of you tried to come down from your escapade.

your breathing was beginning to steady again but you could still feel yourself pulsing around him causing him to pull out before it became too much. "eren.." you answered back as your head relaxed against his pillow while you rested in his grip. you felt his lips against your neck again, then stopping at your shoulder blades.

you were blanking out from tiredness, only then did you realize the state you were in, hair in somewhat of a mess, a sheen of sweat covering both of your bare bodies, and marks littering your body. not to mention the cum trying to ooze out of you. you didn't even realize when eren had gotten up until he came back, wiping you clean and only assuming he did himself too. he locked his door on the way back in and slipped his boxers back on, reciprocating on you with your underwear.

you could feel the bed shift, eren crawling in bed beside you after drawing out the covers from underneath both of you and wrapping them around you and him, bringing you against him before you fell back asleep.

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you woke up to a hand shaking you, your eyes lazily opening.

"wake up, _____."

"eren?"

the pretty boy smiled at you and studied your features as you tried to wake up completely. you were no longer naked, or in the same position you were from last night, now wearing a plain white shirt and your underwear.

"morning, i gotta head to class soon, remember i have a test, or did i-"

"don't finish that sentence." you rolled your eyes as you sat up completely eren laughing at you. you followed his eyes, them resting on your lips like always and you took it upon yourself to lean up and kiss him, this time quite innocently, domestic almost. "sorry, morning breath, but,"

eren this time cut you off with another soft kiss, his cheeks rising from his smile as he pulled you closer to him.

you didn't want to talk it out yet, you were somewhat fine with where everything was at now, although you knew your friends and eren wouldn't want to coax a direct answer out of you sooner or later.

but you were content with the way eren kissed you just seconds ago, content with his jacket and sweats you had to wear, you were content with having to use spare bathroom products at his house, you were content with the wave armin and mikasa gave you out the door, content with the walk you and eren shared to the college, content with the last kiss he gave you before his class.

content is how you were feeling.

content.

[poguesofthebau]

ssa silent treatment

summary: spencer starts acting distant, and when you notice and realize he won’t talk to you about why, you give him the silent treatment. your being so close to him but refusing to speak to him slowly but surely drives spencer insane.

word count: 3.5k pairing: spencer reid x female!bau!reader

a/n: y’all know i had to have reader lowkey tease spence for being spence at the end of this, bc that is what i do. tease him, but in a wholesome way bc i also simp for him <3 so here it is!! also gonna tag @jamesdeerest​ here! enjoy y’all!!

spencer was acting weird. you weren’t really sure why he thought you wouldn’t notice, but you did.

it was a tough case, and everyone was locked in because of it. despite the multiple victims, trips to crime scenes, medical examiner’s reports, and statements from witnesses and families, you still hadn’t caught your guy, and it was beginning to take a toll on everyone-- you simply weren’t catching a break. because of that, you thought spencer was just stressed at first. it had been a long three days for everyone so far, so you understood his reasoning for being a little short with you while you were at the police department. but, when hotch sent everyone back to the hotel for the first night since you’d arrived, you thought spencer’s attitude would shift at least a little. you heard, “go back to the hotel, get some sleep, and come back with fresh eyes tomorrow,” and you expected spencer to deflate a little, relax his shoulders and wrap an arm around you on the way out the door, maybe even grab your hand on the ride back to your room. however, you didn’t get any of that.

when spencer heard this dismissal announcement, he seemed to tense up even more. it was morgan who verbally disagreed, insisting that if the team pulled one more overnight shift you would somehow see something you’d all been missing for the past few days. spencer, on the other hand, remained silent, and when hotch stood his ground, you saw his jaw clench a minuscule amount before he rose from his seat, grabbed his bag, and followed morgan (who was angrily storming away) out the door. at spencer’s exit, jj looked to you, concerned over spencer’s behavior and expecting you to offer an explanation. you shrugged, shaking your head at the blonde as you gathered your things. “i have no idea, jj.” she gave you a sympathetic look then, waiting for you to get your belongings together before the two of you wordlessly walked out side by side.

when you stepped out of the building, you spotted morgan and spencer sitting in an suv. you were a little surprised that the two obviously agitated men had actually waited, but neither you nor jj questioned it before hopping in the back seat. morgan took off as soon as he heard the clicks of your seatbelts, and you silently watched spencer in the side-view mirror. the expression he wore wasn’t unfamiliar to you-- frustration, upset, and desperation, all in one look-- but it was one that didn’t make much sense to you in this situation. usually during a case like this, one that had the entire team stumped for days at a time, spencer would be visually exhausted by the time hotch finally sent everyone home. when you thought over the past three days, you couldn’t remember seeing your boyfriend smile once. the realization made your stomach drop, and the worry set in immediately. along with the worry came the paranoid thoughts. what if he had started to get a migraine? what if something had happened in the course of this case that had done something to him? what if he wasn’t okay?

luckily for you, those thoughts hit you the very moment derek put the car in park. you’d arrived at the hotel. through the fog of your own concern, you heard jj sarcastically announce, “home sweet home.” you let a chuckle fall past your lips at the comment as you opened your door, finding spencer a few feet closer to the hotel already, waiting for you to catch up. once again, you were reminded of how different he was acting when he didn’t put out a hand for you to grab, but you kept your mouth shut because of the relief his waiting for you again had provided. the rest of the walk through the building, including the elevator ride and the few moments it took for spencer to get the hotel room door unlocked, were the same. uncharacteristically quiet, with a suspenseful weight to every motion. when you were both finally in the room, spencer still hadn’t spoken, so you took initiative.

“are you okay, spence?” your voice was light, trying to simultaneously bring up the mood and open the floor for conversation.

“fine,” he said curtly, barely glancing at you as he tugged off his tie at the foot of the bed. “are you?”

your face contorted at the tone of his voice, and suddenly you were defensive. “what does that mean?”

“what do you mean? you asked if i was okay, and i asked if you were. i think that’s pretty straightforward.”

for a couple of seconds, you were stunned into silence. spencer was giving you an attitude-- that much was obvious-- but you had no clue what you’d done to deserve it. after opening and closing your mouth a few times, you shut it and simply nodded. spencer was sitting on the bed now, looking at you with false innocence. if he wanted to play this game, so would you. “fine, reid. i’m fine, too.”

“what, so now you don’t want to talk?” you heard the falter in his voice right away. he knew he’d pissed you off at that point, and although he wasn’t going to come right out and say it, he was already regretting his sourness. regardless of how he felt now, it was too late to turn back, and he still wasn’t ready to talk about what was really bothering him, so he continued the trouble he’d started.

“i’ll talk to you when you talk to me.” you turned out the light, finishing getting ready for bed in the darkness and sliding under the covers, keeping your distance from the man beside you.

the next morning, the air in the hotel room was suffocating. spencer had woken up a few minutes before you, and he was buttoning his shirt when you pulled yourself out of the bed. “good morning,” he greeted, hesitance in his voice.

“morning,” you said effortlessly. there was limited conversation between the two of you for the remaining time you were alone. for the most part it was a mumbled ‘excuse me’ or two, but no conversation, casual or serious, ensued. slowly but surely, you could feel yourself growing more annoyed with spencer-- you didn’t see why he wouldn’t just say something. it was you. he knew he could tell you anything, no matter how nerdy or rude or overly sweet. it didn’t matter to you. you always wanted to hear what he had to say, so this rare case of him refusing to speak his mind was bound to get on your nerves.

when you met up with the rest of the team in the hotel lobby, they all knew something was up. even morgan had a new mindset after a decent night’s sleep, so you and spencer still seeming so tense stuck out like a sore thumb. “hey, lovebirds. you two good?” hotch, rossi, jj, and emily looked to you and spencer expectantly when morgan asked the question, but neither of you flinched.

“ready to catch a serial killer, as always,” you replied with mock enthusiasm. morgan laughed, but he knew your deflective answer said more than your actual words had, so he let it go. the ride back to the station was the same. you didn’t speak to spencer, and spencer didn’t speak to you.

when you arrived at the destination, you quickly lost track of morgan and reid, not having seen the older man pull your boyfriend into a hall to further question him. “hey, pretty boy. what’s going on up there?” as he spoke, morgan gently tapped the side of spencer’s head a couple of times. after a few moments, spencer was still just glaring at morgan, clearly unwilling to speak his mind. “seriously, reid. what is it? you and y/n get into a fight or something?”

spencer scoffed at that, rolling his eyes at the suggestion. “she won’t even talk to me. i was mad, and then i got her mad, and now she won’t speak to me. and the worst part is, i’m still mad, and i wouldn’t even tell her why.”

morgan’s ears perked up at the confession, and he leaned casually into the wall behind him as his mind shifted into advice-giving mode. “well, why don’t you talk to her then, genuis? i mean, i’ve never heard of a time that spencer reid couldn’t tell y/n y/l/n anything.”

“it’s not that simple, morgan,” spencer sighed as he spoke, the frustration he was feeling toward the situation becoming clear in his body language. “it’s just--”

“morgan, reid. we’ve got something.”

spencer sighed again at the sound of hotch’s voice, shaking his head slightly at morgan, who patted him on the shoulder as the two regrouped with the team. a second after spencer dropped into a seat at the conference table, you came around from the other side, placing a coffee on the table in front of him and taking a sip from your own. before he had the chance to say thank you, you were walking away, over to where emily sat at the other end of the table, without even looking at him. spencer looked to morgan, who’d witnessed the moment, with a distraught look in his eye. morgan chuckled lightly, shrugging and throwing his hands up in response.

for the next fifteen minutes, spencer was forced to focus on something other than you. during the first five of those fifteen minutes, the team was verbally bouncing ideas back and forth, and everyone had their first glimpse at the chance to finally catch this killer. for a moment spencer felt hopeful that they could close this case and he could get you to speak to him sooner than later. then, though, the room’s population increased by two.

as the chief of police and one of his detectives walked in, you were speaking, spewing out a possible occupation of the unsub. when you finished your sentence, the detective announced their presence by stating a simple, “that would make a lot of sense.” you spun in your chair to see the source of the voice, giving him a tight-lipped smile in response when you spotted the detective who’d been working with the bau on the case. after smiling at him, the detective gave you what could only be described as a lovesick expression, and you immediately deflected the look by spinning your chair back around so he was out of your line of sight. the police chief spoke then, updating the team on another new victim that had been found that morning.

unbeknownst to you, spencer was fuming for the next ten minutes. he wasn’t surprised that you didn’t spot the anger on his face, seeing as you’d refused to lock eyes with him all morning, but everyone else in the room seemed to recognize it immediately. there was an uncomfortable weight in the room that you were aware of, but your stubbornness kept you from realizing that spencer (and you, unintentionally) was the source of it all. you continued to participate in the conversation, even directly replying to the detective at one point, despite your persistent refusal to make eye contact again. every time the detective spoke, spencer got angrier. by the time the impromptu meeting had ended, he was seeing red. he heard the police chief say, “alright, well, us two will head out and see if we can find anything, maybe bring somebody in,” and he was basically flying out of his seat.

“really glad we could all do this,” he muttered sarcastically, exiting the room as soon as he saw the two men go out the front door of the station.

“reid--” hotch began to call out, but when he saw the look on your face-- one of concern, confusion, and determination-- he knew you would handle it. hotch nodded to you, and before the rest of the team could get a word out, you were following spencer.

“hey,” you called out, hoping your boyfriend would realize you were finally talking to him. unfortunately, he either didn’t hear you or chose to continue ignoring you, and stalked out the station door without looking back. holding in a frustrated groan, you picked up the pace a little and jogged after him. as you stepped out of the station, head whipping around a few times to keep track of where the man was going, you stopped in your tracks when you saw him pacing back and forth a few feet from the door. “spencer.”

you caught his attention that time, and his face was painted in surprise when he heard your voice so close. your eyes locked for the first time since the previous night, and the look of surprise quickly morphed into a grimace. he began shaking his head, turning away from you and tilting his head up to the sky. you took a few steps closer, crossing your arms as you waiting for him to return your gaze. eventually he did, and his expression had once again changed-- this time, he looked remorseful. “i’m sorry. i’m really, really sorry, y/n.”

your eyes softened at the desperation in his voice, and the rest of your body followed suit. your arms uncrossed, shoulders deflating a little. “what is it, spence? just talk to me.” there was still some frustration laced into your words, but spencer was finally able to remember who you were. it was y/n. his y/n, the one he could tell any passing thought, any uncalled-for statistic, any traumatic childhood memory. anything at all.

he sighed, brows furrowing a little as he prepared to finally admit to what had him so upset. “that stupid detective, y/n. i mean, i’m used to working around airheads on cases like this, but that guy--”

“hold on a second,” you interrupted, holding up a hand. “are you-- do you mean detective beefhead?”

“if detective beefhead is the one that came into the conference room just now to simply ogle you, then yes. detective beefhead, y/n.”

the hand you’d been holding in front of spencer then clamped over your mouth, but the boisterous laugh you were trying to hold in fell out anyway. “oh my god. i’m sorry, spence, but seriously? not only are you jealous right now, but you’re jealous of a guy i just referred to as detective beefhead? is your iq still 187, or are you feeling sick?”

he threw you a dirty look then, crossing his arms. “you know, you told me to talk to you, and now that i am, you’re laughing at me. if i remember correctly-- and we both know i do-- you said you’d talk to me if i talked to you. not laugh at me. talk to me.”

you were able to stop laughing then, but the smile on your face wasn’t going anywhere. “spence,” you said, stepping close enough to him to forcibly uncross his arms and wrap them around you instead. “i’m sorry for laughing. really. but... that’s ridiculous. why would you feel threatened by him?” still slightly defensive, spencer tried to remove his arms from around your waist, but you leapt forward even more, grabbing his face with both hands and steering his head so he’d have to look at you. “c’mon, spence.”

“y/n,” he sighed, eyes closing for a second before he looked back at you and continued. “you don’t see yourself how i see you, or how anyone sees you.” your head tilted at the statement, and spencer’s arms tightened slightly around your waist as he shook you lightly for emphasis. “i’m serious. you are... you’re perfect, y/n, and i know how absurd that sounds to you, but it’s the most truthful thing i’ve ever said out loud, or thought, or known. and, frankly, i’m not the most outwardly-- or inwardly-- appealing person. i know that. i’m not like most people, and i know you think that’s endearing, but it’s hard for me to sit back and watch other guys come around and try to take you from me. my heart stops when i think that maybe you’ll look at someone else one day and completely forget about me, and us, and everything. it just-- it scares me, and when i get scared, i get defensive, and then i was acting so childish toward you, but it was all because i’m scared.”

for a few moments, all you could do was stare at spencer. you knew you should’ve said something right away, but for some reason, all you wanted to do was look at him. maybe it was because you knew you saw him in a way he didn’t see himself, and in a way nobody else could ever see him. when you looked at spencer, all you saw was everything, because that’s what he was to you-- everything. the thought of him feeling so unstable in your relationship crushed you, and the way he felt in that moment only reminded you even more of who you truly knew him to be.

you thought back over the last few days of working on this case, and all the times you’d come into contact with the detective spencer apparently felt so threatened by. he’d brought you coffee three times, but you’d denied it twice, having either just gotten coffee for you and spencer, or spencer having just brought you a refill. the one time you did take it, it was more in hopes that he’d retire his efforts after one small success. then there was the time you’d caught him leaning over your shoulder as you read the m.e.’s report. you’d asked him if he needed a copy of his own, and he’d told you that he had his own but liked appreciating the notes you’d scribbled into yours more than his own bland copy. you’d told him there was nothing bland about an innocent person who’d been murdered, and he’d basically run away from you. and then there was the interaction in the conference room that your team witnessed entirely. you realized then that spencer must’ve seen all the other approaches detective beefhead had made, and you internally cringed at spencer’s misinterpretation.

“you’re wrong.” those were the first words you spoke, because they were the most honest. “i know it’s gonna be hard for you to believe, but you are just so wrong right now, spencer. honestly, after all the time i’ve had with you, i kind of thought you’d know better to ever get jealous. and i know that sounds ridiculous, because everyone gets jealous, but i think i just hoped you’d see by now that it’s literally not possible for me to see another person the way i see you. literally. impossible.”

“i mean, it’s probably not really impossible, but--” at your pointed look, spencer cut himself off. “okay, fine. it’s impossible.”

“hell yes it is. because i love you, doctor reid. not detective beefhead, not some guy who tries to hit on me at a bar, not anyone else. just you, okay?”

he nodded, finally feeling for the first time in three days that you were still his. “i’m still sorry, though. you were so mad, and i-- i just made it worse, and i’m sorry for that.”

“i was only mad because you weren’t communicating with me, spence. so, if you’re sorry, you can make up for it by working with me a little and just telling me when something’s wrong.” he nodded rapidly, a smile finally breaking out on his face for the first time in days. “and also, you’re welcome for the coffee.” his face fell then, and as he opened his mouth to argue, you laughed and pulled his mouth to yours to keep him from bickering. for a second he resisted, determined to correct your statement, but he quickly realized that would get him nowhere. just as he succumbed to your touch, the door to the police station was swinging open again.

“oh, thank god,” you heard from the door. it was emily, a bright smile on her face as she spotted the two of you kissing in front of the station. at the sound of her voice, you and spencer pulled apart, both looking to her innocently. “hotch needs you both back. i’m glad to see you’ve sorted out whatever the issue was.”

you looked at spencer one last time before smiling back at emily, pulling yourself out of spencer’s grip to re-enter to building. spencer followed behind you both, relieved to know he was out of the doghouse with you and had no other guys to worry about. “spencer was jealous of detective beefhead.” you spoke quietly (and tauntingly, knowing your boyfriend could hear you), causing emily to let out an understanding, “ah, good ol’ detective beefhead. reid, kid, you got nothing to worry about there, trust me.”

“hey, don’t tell them!”

“you talk to me, i talk to you, we talk to the team, spence! it’s the circle of communication!”

“i’m never communicating again.” and that was spencer’s last grumble before you all got back to work. 

[bertholdtbrainrot]

i cant stop thinking of giving bertholdt head under a table, like at his desk while he’s working 🥺 if u wrote a drabble i’d be so grateful

hi anon! thank you for your ask! i appreciate the support and would love to write a drabble for you!

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notes: i’m setting this is an au where bertholdt goes back to marley so there are slight spoilers for season 3! hope u enjoy! this also ended up being a little longer than a drabble but OH WELL.

also, just think about this tiktok while reading.... BERTHOLDT IN HIS MARLEYAN UNIFORM. he would be even taller and beefier than he was before, probably standing at about 6′7. THE UNIFORM IM DROOLING.

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warnings: nsfw under the cut, minors DNI!, slight oral fixation, oral male!receiving, gagging/spitting, dirty talk/degradation/praise, public!sex

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ever since bertholdt came back home with you, you could see the pressure he was under. you could see the tension in his shoulders and the stress line that adorned his forehead now. failing the mission to bring back the attack titan to marley only made matters worse. he was under immense stress, having to fill out endless paperwork and reports, relaying information he had learned during his time inside the walls. 

you were having a late night yourself, going over the game plan with your comrades time and time again until they were satisfied. you walked back into the room you shared with bertholdt, opening the door and seeing his tall figure hunched over his desk. his head was in his hands as he scanned over the stack of paperwork, occasionally jotting down notes. he was so focused he didn’t even realize that you had walked into the room until your arms snaked around his shoulders, leaning down and embracing him from behind.

“take a break...”  you mumbled into his ear, kissing just behind his lobe, sending goosebumps down his arms. he takes a deep breath in and relaxes under your touch slightly, shaking his head slowly. 

“i can’t..” he whispered and stretched his arms out, arching his back to loosen some of the tension.

just a few minutes later, you were on your knees under his desk. the wood grains of the floor left indents in your skin, his pants pulled down just enough that his cock was free. you got there on your own accord, insisting that if he couldn’t take a break, the least you could do was relieve some stress for him while he worked. you both knew there was no way he could work with his cocked down your throat.

your mouth was stuffed full of him, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you felt your throat stretch around his girth. your nails dug into the skin of his thighs, your eyes rolling back into your head as you bobbed your head up and down. 

a sudden knock knock knock at the door sent a wave of adrenaline through both you and bertholdt’s bodies, interrupting the slew of profanities that was spilling from his mouth. bertholdt attempted to move and push you off his length but you shook your head, shoving him further down. the desk hid your position on your knees, all he had to do was play the part.

“c-come i-in..” he muttered out weakly, his voice shaky with pleasure. the door creaked open, the bulky blonde-haired boy peaking past the frame.

“hey bert, i was wondering if i could talk to you about a few things..” reiner started saying as he advanced into the room further. 

you took this as an opportunity to tease bertholdt, shoving your face down, shaking your head to take all of him into your mouth. you held back a gag and a cough, your nose nestling right above the base of his cock.

you heard the tall man clear his throat loudly, banging his fist down on the table as his hips bucked up into your mouth instinctively.

“FUCK.” he blurted out, coughing as to not blow his cover. “reiner, right now is n-not the best time...” he mumbles out, face blushing beet red. reiner’s eyebrows furrow in confusion until he spots the belt that had been thrown across the floor. his eyebrows then pop up and a knowing smile embraces his lips. “ah, okay.. i’ll just -uh, come back later then.” he said and wiggled his eyebrows before turning on his heel and leaving, closing the door behind him with a smirk on his face. he would never let bert live this down/

you pull up off of his length, a lewd string of spit connecting your mouth with his tip as he look up at him innocently. “did he catch on?” you said, smiling up at him.

he groaned at the sight, shaking his head. “such a naughty little slut, helping daddy relieve some stress. you’re such a dirty whore. you don’t even care if you get caught choking on my cock, huh?” he mumbled darkly, thumb running across your bottom lip, your mouth closing around his thumb.

“now finish what you started babygirl, and maybe... just maybe i’ll let you cum.”

[stalksbyakuyatogami]

TYSM for doing my gamer S/O request! Could you do the same with yandere Kyoko, Mahiru, Chiaki and Kirumi? But if you don't want to do it again, then I understand.

Yandere Kyoko, Mahiru, Chiaki, And Kirumi With A Gamer S/O

i tried to post this twice yesterday but internet said no

warnings: yandere, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, imprisonment, Stockholm syndrome

Kyoko Kirigiri

•She lures you with games, gives you games. What more can you ask for?

•Now, Kyoko isn't a big gamer, but for you, she'd learn how to play it. In order that once she abducted you, she would be able to play with you.

•It was a relief that you didn't flail much when she gave you a game. She's a yandere detective. There's no information that she doesn't know about you.

•She helps you solve all the mysteries in that game. And honestly, it's been a blast with her on your side.

•She will combust if you yourself teach her how to play.

Mahiru Koizumi

•Doesn't understand your hype with gaming but goes with it anyway.

•It was a bit hard for her to abduct you but she eventually succeeded. Um maybe snuck a few clicks here and there while you were asleep.

•Gives you all the games you want just for you to stay with her. She understands that she can't really play games, so she bribes you with them instead.

•Captures every moment of your victory no matter how big or small.

•She dedicates almost all of her time getting you in such perfect moments and she promises that she'd treasure these moments and pictures forever. Not that she won't get any though.

Chiaki Nanami

•She's an introvert, but she only talks to you. The first time she knew that you were also into games, she snapped her finger and pointed at you, "soulmate". Forever. Do not take that literally pls.

•It didn't take long for her to find out that you liked games. The same as abducting you. She said that there were lots of games in her place, which was true. The only price is you can never leave. Ever.

•She didn't need to go somewhere else. You were there, she had all the games that you can play with.

•Burned the shittiest games and gave all the premium ones to you. Don't simp too hard on Lady Dimitrescu though. She will get jealous and might end up killing her sooner than you thought the Ultimate Gamer would.

•Bonus if you make her food while playing. She will reward you whatever you want :)). Except leaving her, of course.

Kirumi Tojo

•And just like a mom, she wonders what's the hype around these games? But if it's what her S/O wants, she's willing to explore it.

•She was muttering apologies while she was dragging your unconscious body, but at the same time promised that she would give you her everything at anything.

•Games. So just needs that for you to stay? Heh. An easy task if she says so herself.

•She thinks that spending too much on these things will influence you in some way, so she keeps a close watch.

•Always too busy doing chores, but once she's done, she stays by your side, observing how you play this game.

Imma go to math class now. Thank you for requesting, anon!

-Mod Toko [Angie shift]

[bertholdtbrainrot]

oh HELL YEAH

Queen, hello! 💜

For thirsty thursday.... thoughts on Bertholdt and fem!s/o mutual masturbation on a lazy evening? 👉 👈 🥺

[offering more tembleque ] 💜

Thank you, queen ^-^

Bertholdt and Sleepy Mutual Masturbation

MINORS DNI/18+ Only - Those without indication of being 18+ on their page will be blocked.

You awake in your dimly lit bedroom to realize your afternoon nap had gone on much longer than planned. As your now-forgotten dreams fade away and you adjust to being awake, you notice the feel of Bertholdt's breath against your skin, as well as his face buried in your shoulder, panting softly into your hair. Then the feel of the bed shaking lightly comes as you realize just what he's doing. 

"Have a nice nap?" 

He lets out a little gasp, but the movement doesn't stop as he returns to his own pillow, allowing you to roll over to face him. The golden remnants of the setting sun give the room just enough obscurity to maintain that fog of sleepy comfort covering your mind and body both, but make a path across the blushing cheeks of your boyfriend and onto the bed. His brows furrow, hand only moving faster now that he can see your face too. 

"I didn't want to wake you." 

You smile at Bertholdt, those familiar butterflies rising up in your stomach as you find yourself yet again charmed by his sweetness. Always considerate, always there for you, always Bertholdt. Then, those butterflies settle lower as the soft panting and whines continue from him and he bites his lip as his eyes roam over your sleepy expression. 

“So cute...” The way he says it, under his breath as his knees raise off the bed slightly while his toes curl, you’re sure he doesn’t even realize he’s said it aloud.

Your hand moves down your own body, slowly, and you watch his eyes as they follow it's path, lashes fluttering and brows knitting as you slide your fingertips beneath your panties. 

"Do... you want me to do that?" The offer that is always there when Bertholdt sees you awaken all flushed and needy still stands, but you're enjoying watching him take care of himself for once. 

"No, I just want you to watch." Your words leave him keening, hips rocking up as he thrusts into his own hand. 

You moan at your own work against your folds, and watch Bertholdt's adam's apple bob as he swallows back more moans. He always does this - tries to quieten himself so he doesn't miss a noise you make, but from the way his precum is leaking down the head of his cock and over his knuckles you know it won't be long until he's unable to focus on anything he's doing, other than trying to make himself cum right alongside you.