#meekness and strength

[mindfulldsliving]

The Strength of Meekness: Insights from 3 Nephi 12:5

Meekness embodies humility and patience. It's the power to remain calm and composed during life's challenges. Far from being a sign of frailty, meekness reflects a refined, controlled strength.

Understanding Meekness: Lessons from 3 Nephi 12:5 In our fast-paced lives, the concept of meekness often seems outdated or misunderstood. However, in 3 Nephi 12:5, we’re reminded of its profound significance. “Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth,” is not a call for weakness but a testament to inner strength. Meekness embodies humility and patience. It’s the power to remain…

[bruciemilf]

Thoughts on Vic (from the penguin)?

Fantastic give me 14 of them right now

[adhd-fandom-and-gay]

This is giving me too many ideas for headcanons

air fryer

[yeslordmyking]

Proverbs 31:8 — Today's Verse for Wednesday, May 28, 2025

[gladiator1977]

Meekness is weakness. It is strength under control.

Through the Word

[biblebloodhound]

The Need to Defend a Ministry (2 Corinthians 10:1-11)

I am very glad that the Church belongs to Christ. Because that’s the only way we can still be talking about the Church still existing all these centuries later.

Mosaic of St. Paul Preaching, 12th century, Duomo, Monreale, Sicily, Italy By the humility and gentleness of Christ, I appeal to you—I, Paul, who am “timid” when face to face with you, but “bold” toward you when away! I beg you that when I come I may not have to be as bold as I expect to be toward some people who think that we live by the standards of this world.  For though we live in the…

[lilitunoirrr]

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― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

[mindfulldsliving]

Overcoming Rock Bottom: The Power of Meekness and Surrender

The journey of meekness and humility, as described in Matthew 5:5, often starts with moments of deep brokenness, leading to a recognition of the need for change and dependence on a Higher Power.

Photo by William Rouse on Unsplash The journey of meekness and humility, as described in Matthew 5:5, often starts with moments of deep brokenness, leading to a recognition of the need for change and dependence on a Higher Power. Embracing gentleness and kindness, and accepting what is beyond our control, enables us to inherit a life of strength, courage, and spiritual well-being. Becoming meek…

[rockingbytheseaside]

Hi! I wanted to say I absolutely adore your art and headcannons! I wanted to ask if you would be interested in making a headcannon for our lovely harbingers where there is someone trying to sabotage their relationship with the reader like for example the person is saying that the reader is cheating or is saying mean things about the harbingers and that they have ,,proof" it is if course a lie. Don't force yourself to do anything you don't want to tho!

(Absolutely genius idea! Sorry to keep you waiting! I’m a slow writer…)

✦ When others try to sabotage your relationship with them

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe

(tw: general mentions of violence and blood. sfw) 

Being intimate with a powerful Fatui Harbinger provides the illusory dream of having riches, power, and status. Some watch you with hushed murmurs as you accompany your beloved with linked arms, looking all elegant beside him. Perhaps some people cannot comprehend how such a ruthless Fatuus can even court someone like you. Others simply cannot comprehend that status and money is not a key factor in your relationship.

✧ To crossfire with Pierro is to go against every single Fatui Harbinger. The Director is known far and wide as a man of cold words and power beyond the seven nations. All valuable intel and actions are reported to him first and foremost, as even the top Harbingers bow before him. You, on the other hand, were not meant to bow before him. The Jester shall never let you lower your head, because it is he who shall stoop to worship you. 

However recently, a certain rumor reached his ears. His spies related to him info that certain Fatui soldiers, some lowly commoners at the bottom of the ranks, are spreading uncouth jabs about you and Pierro. Intel states that these fools think you infiltrated the Fatui and The Director’s inner circle by some intimate provocation and seduction; that you’re in it for the money and status.

Pierro’s gloved hands gripped the papers. Nevertheless, his expression is placid as always. 

Thus, the culprit now sat in Pierro’s office, trembling as the room oozed with murderous silence. The Jester never raised his voice, nor did he question the man who “joked” about you. The fellow kept spitting apologies, begging for mercy. He knew it was futile to lie or waste the Director's patience.

And the Jester? It took everything in his power not to get his gloved hands bloodied. To hear someone accuse you - his most cherished, as a shallow harlot? Consequences shall be faced. Calming his boiling turmoil, Pierro continued to conduct himself professionally:

He made sure the man and his entire generation met their oblivion. 

With the recruitment of his best spies, he ascertained that the culprit’s disappearance was not felt by a single soul, his entire family gone, and all traces of spread rumors eradicated. Above all, it was orchestrated so that you would remain unaware that anyone dared to tarnish your reputation.

You carried on with your life, blissfully unaware and undisturbed. Even now, you came in knocking on his office, asking: “Long day at work, honey? I can bring you some tea or coffee if you want.”

The Jester's smile returned, throwing away some crumbled documents into the trash can - “A tea break would be excellent, my divine.”

If it’s blood that needs to be spilled to protect you and his private affairs, then Pierro won’t think twice. 

✧ For Il Capitano, the way of the blade speaks more for its wielder than words. If you wish to prove your stance, you better be prepared to face the First Fatui Harbinger, as his might will test you in a relentless duel of strength. So what do you think happened when Capitano overheard someone calling you “weak”? That his beloved does not deserve an ounce of his attention, because you are a meek being compared to the Harbinger? 

His hand instantly found its place on the hilt of his claymore. He left no room for negotiation or doubt. He marched straight towards the culprit, unsheathed his weapon, and pointed the sharp point of his blade straight at the person.

“If you are so confident to spit such insolence about them, then you must be equally confident with your strength. Let your blade speak.”

The poor fool tried to defend himself with excuses. But his mocking meant nothing to the Captain’s weapon. Before you know it, there is an ongoing duel initiated by Il Capitano. The witnesses know that whoever is on the receiving end of his wrath has no chance of surviving. Not when a single swing of his weapon causes craters on the ground.

The man was about to collapse, accepting his violent demise. But just as Capitano was about to unleash his final lesson, your voice rang out amongst the crowd.

“Hey! Cease this commotion at once!” - you stepped up, your expression stern as you stood in front of your beloved. In a rare moment of vulnerability, the Captain’s already stoic body language shifted. His claymore was sheathed back to its place.

“My beloved, you shouldn’t have seen this…”

“And yet I did. It would’ve reached my ears anyway. What did I say about temperamental duels, Capitano? Morons are not worth it.” 

“He called you weak. I cannot allow it.”

For a minute, Capitano kept his head hung low in reverence. You stood with your arms on your hips, scolding him. Was it not for your intervention, that person who vocally mocked you would’ve been lying dead now. Instead, you spared the offender, and the man was allowed to flee in humiliation. 

The conflict was eradicated, and Capitano's imposing demeanor showed he didn't regret his actions. Considering how even Capitano bowed to your words, the accuser realized - you are not weak. Because if there was one person who made the First Harbinger go motionless then it was you. 

✧ Today was a good day for Il Dottore, but you weren't sure why. He was a tad clingy, his steps laced with a sense of giddiness. Giving you extra squeezes while hugging, smothering you with longer kisses on the cheek. Even as you sat idly in his lab, you watched him as he worked on some paperwork with a grin.

Thus you questioned him, lazily strolling around his lab and observing the countless tools or vials. But he waved off his excitement, tapping his pencil over some papers - “Nothing of major importance, but I did have something interesting happen recently.”

You raised an eyebrow, beckoning him to continue.

“An idiot made a pathetic attempt at spreading rumors about us.” - You stopped in your tracks, going still as you held some miscellaneous container with what seemed to be tissue samples. The Harbinger continued: “Some fool spoke behind your back; stating that anyone who is close with a heretical scholar is bound to be equally insane. They thought that if their words didn't reach you, then it's of no consequence.”

Your expression fell somber with each word Dottore spoke. He said it with such profound avidity, that his voice demonstrated threatening intent behind them. So he continued. “But you know me, dear. Nothing goes past me. Vile nicknames are nothing new to me. My work is not for the faint of heart, and those pesky cretins enjoy concealing their fear with profane titles. And they can call me whatever they want. However, I won't allow them to call you names. Not because of my work.”

You averted your gaze sadly onto the samples of veins and organs in vials. You pretended to inspect them, but your sorrow was more prominent. You suspected Dottore already did something, hence his unusual giddiness today. Thus, you inquired in a soft whisper - “So… what did you do?”

“I handled it, naturally.”

“...You did? What happened? To the person who said such things, I mean.”

“What happened? Dear, you're holding them in your hands right now.” - Il Dottore beamed, pointing at the vials of organs you held. 

✧ Today, Scaramouche was eerily silent. You were accompanying him during one of his work expeditions, aiding him with certain formalities regarding his Fatui subordinates. The 6th had soldiers working under him, and although he did not care for their training, he did not tolerate any incompetent weaklings.

Therefore, you decided to lend a hand. You helped conduct a training program for his underlings, making sure all standards were met. It’s not the first time you did so, since The Puppeteer often placed you as the second in command whenever he was absent. And the Fatui soldiers did not conceal their thrill - it’s like you were their favorite substitute teacher who was more cheerful and forgiving than their superior.

Either way, Scaramouche saw that the mission was going smoothly. But soon, lightning would strike. A certain Fatuus, an agent in training, was getting too charmful with you. It was during the usual training assigned by you, and this person was focusing more on his conversation with you than his training:

Telling you how you are a remarkably skilled person. How it’s a marvel to see someone so delightful as you working alongside the Balladeer. How you shouldn’t waste your time with someone as aggravating as Lord Harbinger Scaramouche. He’s even leaning closer towards you.

You smiled uncomfortably, your attempts at polite disagreement did not work with this agent. Yet now you felt the static in the air, and that’s when you realized - Your beloved heard all of it.

On this usual, unassuming morning, Scaramouche walked silently and struck a man with lightning. All eyes turned towards the commotion as you stood behind the Harbinger. His fists were clenched, sparks of electro crackling from them.

He may have been silent the whole day, but don’t mistake his silence for impassivity.

“Next time, know your place,” - he seethed, standing over the person who endeavored to sweet talk you. He permitted his subordinates too much leeway, now they dare charm you with empty flirts. Scaramouche would’ve stomped that man’s head if he wanted, but he wouldn’t create such a grotesque scene in your presence. Instead, he turned away, held your hand, and pulled you away.

He gave you a day off, his mind already conjuring plans to deal with his underlings later. At least he scoffed out an apology. Not for what he did; he does not lament that. Just a small ‘sorry’ for giving you a quick fright. The lightning strike was very loud, after all. 

✧ Pantalone often gets invited to luxurious meetings or extravagant galas. Any party that is attended by the richest man in Teyvat is a guarantee to make high-society elites turn heads. However, considering your prolonged relationship with your darling Pantalone, you know he secretly despises these social gatherings. Therefore, he takes you with him. Dressed in your finest, Pantalone proudly shows you off to the pompous aristocrats.

People would watch enviously, thinking to themselves: The Regrator’s sweetheart, spoiled by his riches. Your attire is as glorious as his expensive suit. His arm is tenderly linked with yours, always offering you his hand like a true gentleman whenever you two walk. Even as he conversed with various business partners, he always had to make sure his hand was around your waist or your hand.

This dotting behavior made certain ladies of Snezhnaya jealous. They could see you were not a noble-born, nor were you used to the attention during such gatherings. You just timidly accompanied him, and Pantalone kept rambling about you and your benign achievements. Childish, really. You’re probably someone who just ran after and clung to the Harbinger until he relented to keep you. Therefore, a group of ladies initiated the conversation: 

“It’s a pleasure to meet a man such as yourself, Lord Harbinger.” and “Why, a man of your status is probably seeking some interesting company. Oh? You are with someone? My, my, I did not notice them.” or “Surely you desire connections worthy of your status, sir.”

Pantalone had mastered the art of courteous smiling, yet even his act was about to crack. He noticed the way these ladies tried to stand too close to him, pretend you were not in the picture, or even passively mock you. Their insolence stenches, and noticing your silent discomfort caused his heart to sting. But he had a plan.

“Why yes, you are right,” - Pantalone smiled with his charming looks “I do value my time, and it’s important to not waste it on shallow conversationalists. Oh, but it’s such a shame that the people in front of us are just that. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Pantalone turned to you, his arms encircling your waist while speaking such backhanded comments with triumphant smiles. The ladies’ smiles fell instantly, and you tried everything to avert your gaze. “Um, Pantalone? Maybe we shouldn’t-”

“Shouldn’t bore ourselves with such lowly individuals? Hmm, I agree. There isn’t much to do here anyway, only the greedy will seek something in this superficial gathering. Oh well, let’s go so I can take you to dance, dear.” - Pantalone concluded in his usual enamoring tone “Ladies, if you would excuse yourself.”

In this world, the 9th of the Fatui Harbinger doesn’t excuse himself - others do. Therefore, he took you away, scoffing and checking up on you with hushed whispers. Pantalone was offended. Why do they assume it was you who desperately sought out the rich Harbinger? Little do they know it was Pantalone who used to run and seek your attention just to be yours. Honestly, they’re discrediting his neediness for you. 

✧ Should anyone meddle with Tartaglia’s personal life, they are picking up a brawl. Someone dares to flirt with you? His fists are ready. Someone said something unwelcoming about you? Anything in the vicinity can be used as a weapon. Someone endangers his relationship? Their life is now in danger.

Of course, you’re the one who consistently yanked him out of these fights. Usually, it’s nothing serious, as when you scold your boyfriend for such reckless behavior it ends with his heartfelt words and apologetic chuckles. He finds solace in embracing you from behind, gently enfolding his arms around your shoulders, reassuring himself that all is well.

However, Tartagia is still a Harbinger. Away from home, he’d personally search for intel on the culprit who dares to offend your relationship. Names, records, locations, anything to keep tabs on those who think they can drag his family into bloodshedding matters. Tracking is of no issue, after all, when he was still a young rookie, training as a Fatui agent was just the first step.

Once he determines the offender, he’ll pay a discreet visit to them. And this time, without you dragging him away from fights, there is no place for mercy or jests.

At night, Childe returned home, cheerful as the sight of you getting ready for bed welcomes him. Yet in the dim lights, you’d gasp and approach him with concern, catching traces of smeared blood on his face or hands.

Ajax would just smile; he didn’t need to explain. Instead, he would quietly approach you from behind and envelop his arms around your shoulders in quiet stillness.

[bruciemilf]

Damian recognises his mother as a symbol of strength; she’s been sharpened perfectly, like a sword by blacksmith, to represent power in every definition of the word.

You simply, plainly, do not command power. It’s the law of things.

It comes by no surprise to him that she defends him passionately when parent’s night arrives at school.

Apparently, drawing your idiot classmates in various torture scenarios for calling him slurs isn’t a healthy outlet for aggression. Apparently.

“He could recreate these very easily,” she snarls, gem green eyes full of fire, “Would you like a demonstration? Because I’m positive my habibi would be more than happy to,—“

His father is winter rain, Damian learned. Unlike Talia, Bruce’s power is quiet.

Not meek, but timid, in a manner only shadows are. He’s dangerous as he is beautiful, which says everything.

Usually, his voice is soft, but when he watches his teacher with such scrutiny, there’s a sternness to it that has Damian’s back straighten.

“Sit down.”

Damian is absolutely shocked, because Talia just does. Huffing and puffing and crossing her arms with a sneer, but she does.

His bullies get expelled the next day.

—

Stephanie snorts when he tells his stupid idiot siblings about it. “Yeah, alright, little man. Did they give you a unicorn too?”

“It HAPPENED! I saw it with my own eyes!”

Graysons tuts, as if disappointed, “It’s not good to lie, Dami.”

“May ALL your children inherit your bad posture.”

[numberstationmason]

Into The Light.

[reveluving]

Ok, so Soap and shy wife. We all know he's the definition of sunshine/happy puppy and has the energy of an entire class of kindengarden. Imagine when they first meet the couple and he's all loud and jolly, and wife quietly shakes their hand and says "Nice to meet you" and he INSTANTLY quiets, because he's proud of his Darling to meet his friends/family, also because they're all wondering how she puts up with him🤣❤

LOSING MY MIND AT "they're all wondering how she puts up with him" BECAUSE THAT IS BASICALLY THEIR DYNAMIC 🤧💗💗

Includes: tooth-rotting fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

You just know this man does not shut up about you every time he meets up with his team for work. 

And then, one day, he surprises them with a “she’d love y’all to come over one day.”

“Didn’t you say she’s a lil’ shy?” Kyle voiced out everyone’s thoughts, so to be offered not by the man himself but the meek lady in question was a little surprising, to say the least.

“She is, yeah, but she’s open t’meeting a few pals o’mine.” Johnny meant it to sound casual, but with his mates knowing him for a long time, it wasn’t hard to catch the hint of care in his voice.

And, well, it would be rude to decline a lady’s generous offer, now, would it?

Johnny’s hyped, no doubt, his friends—no, brothers, and his other half finally meeting in person. They didn’t even have to ask, just by the way he was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel or the way he hummed to the radio, likely a playlist the two of you shared.

And with the boys holding some sort of gift for you, just as a thank you for the invite, you greet them by the door as soon as your husband announces his and his friends’ arrival. 

With Simon physically being the closest to you, you wiped your hands on your apron before holding your hand out. Simon nearly struggled with his strength, not expecting your lack of hesitation to greet him, out of all of them.

You introduced yourself, “It’s nice to finally meet you guys.”

Ah, such a sweet voice. So sweet that had Johnny not gone on and on about your shyness, they would’ve thought you were scared of them. But, you weren’t and the proud smile on Johnny’s face says it all. 

Why wouldn’t he? With your warm smile and even willingness to shake Kyle and John’s hands as well. Albeit, you had a habit of looking down every once in a while, especially if they tried to show their respect, i.e. complimenting your cooking, the decor or you in general, it was hard not to find you endearing.

But God knows how you, of all people, manage to put up with his nonsense. 

In the words of Johnny; “Opposites attract, after all.”

And seeing it now, to say Johnny was whipped…. Was putting it lightly.

It’s funny to see Johnny trying his best when it comes to lowering his gruff voice for you, even if you loved it just the way it is.

Though he has a lot of things to tell you, so much love to give you, you have his full attention the moment your lips part.

Each time you open your mouth, he closes his. As if fearing that one word from him would mean talking over you entirely, and he couldn’t bear the thought of that. The hearts in his eyes were tough to miss. He’s expressive, too, hanging on your every word like you were giving him a task when it was just you talking about how you learnt to make the lasagna you served for dinner.

‘SHUT UP, MY BABY HAS SOMETHING TO SAY’ type of beat, but it’s the man who’s saying it that has the loudest voice (and the gentlest heart).

But they’d be lying if they said they didn’t enjoy listening to the stories of how you met and how emo Johnny gets when the dates or outings don’t go his way, even though it all went well in the end.

Why wouldn’t they enjoy seeing his soul leave his body when you mentioned his baby pictures that his mother not only showed you but gave some to you as well?

“Johnny, c’mon, now, she’s a part of the family! She’ll need some photos o’you for when you move in together soon.” Says his mother, gifting you probably a stack of them, as if unfazed by the sight of you and Johnny covering your faces, the temperature of your body heat rising that even you feared you might pass out right then and there. He couldn’t even find the energy to stop his sisters from teasing him.

But besides allowing you to embarrass him a little, even if it wasn’t your intention, your home is another.

A small unit, located on the second floor. The candlelight colour, the cute indoor plants in each room, and the seats. 

Oh, the seats.

John nearly passed out just moments after he sat on it. 

Just by the way you maximized the apartment space, it’s no wonder Johnny always looked forward to returning home. Not necessarily the apartment, but to you. 

Dare they say, the visit felt like a ‘cultural reset’ (is that what the kids are saying these days?). Largely because one; they were able to finally confirm that Mrs MacTavish is a real person and two; one cannot simply ignore the dynamic you and Johnny have. It may be eye-roll-worthy to some, but Johnny learns it isn’t something worth fighting about. So long he has you, those people can yap and nag about it all they want. 

Bonus: John’s definitely the type of person to tell Laswell about it like it was some kind of a mission—like it was almost unbelievable to see you, well, you!

“M’tellin’ ya, Laswell. As soon as his wife had something t’say, he shuts up faster than when I tell him to.” He chuckled before taking a sip of his drink.

“Sounds like a keeper to me.”

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

[sunkissedliterarylightofchrist]

Female characters who find strength in being Tough and Strong and female characters who find strength in being Graceful and Meek should coexist and should be best friends.

[rqnarok]

dbf!logan ‘just the tip’ howlett.

cws/tags: smut, mdni! dbf!logan. daddy kink. unspecified age gap. unprotected p in v.

The clock almost strikes eight in the morning when the both of you are still lazily lying around on Logan’s bed, smelling like sex and secrets.

Forbidden—but you and him are too drowned in the intoxicated water to reach back into the surface.

Neither of you cares about anything else anymore.

“I can’t,” You whine at him, jutting your lips to a pout, your eyes trailing your eyes into his hard length in front of you, “‘M gonna - have to go home.” 

“C’mon, sweets,” He pleads as he palms your naked breasts in his large palms, rolling the peaking nipples in between his fingers, “How ‘bout just the tip, baby? Jus’ give Daddy a little taste, yeah?” 

You should’ve known that Logan’s older than that myth—that card to corrupt your innocence—but his guilt is buried deep by his desire, his primal need to have you that leaves him with little to no restraints.

Your doe-eyes is the only sign that he needs. 

A mark for your submission sent him spiraling that he had to bite his left cheek to hide his smugness.

Logan’s too old for this shit.

”O-okay,” You reply in a nod, meek and quiet, “But jus’ the tip, promise?” 

Logan doesn’t care if he’s too old. 

“‘Promise, baby.” Logan murmurs as he locks his pinky with yours. 

Logan is the biggest fuckin’ liar. 

“H-ah! More!” He’s got you on all fours, your saliva drips onto his pillows as you lost your energy to keep yourself up while Logan fucks you from the back. 

He grips your sides and uses his strength to manhandle your body back and front to his hard cock.

“So good f’r Daddy, sweetheart.” He groans so deep he barely recognizes his own voice, “So fuckin’ good, baby.” 

You are getting impatient with how he’s torturing you by drawing his length so deliberately slow so he can watch your velvet walls gripping him—before thumping it back in. Logan’s never satisfied until his hips are pressed flush to the fast of your ass.

Then, he repeats the process—snapping his hips forward, leaving you moaning out a high-pitched noise as your hands uselessly clutch at the sheets. 

Logan watches with pride as he knows that he’s the one who’s able to make you feel like this. The only one. 

He bends forward, his broad figure covering your trembling back, “Tha’ my girl. So fuckin’ sweet for your old man.” The head of his cock ruts along that gummy spot inside of you, “Now, wha’ dya say to Daddy?” 

Logan hears a weak muffled answer from when your head is buried.

“Hmm? Wha’s that, baby?” 

Gently, he cups your chin to tip your head just enough so he could hear your reply.

He hears a hiccuped sob—then—“Than’ you, Daddy.”

A throaty chuckle comes out of him as he presses a kiss on your messy hair, “Wha’ a good doll y’are.

Something in the way he manhandles you—the way this feels so taboo—makes your body spasm in his hold—toes curling as you reach your peak.

Logan tightens his grip around you when he feels how your warm walls are squeezing him. 

You both feel like living in an utterly different world in this euphoria that washes over the room. 

Suddenly this is the only home you’ve ever known.

[yuckyfucky]

hoping your mysterious blonde neighbor would appreciate it

• your first mistake was thinking abby would be softened by a cute outfit and some vanilla candles

*cringes* y tf wld she think that??..girl😭

all the traits that she’d been taught to look down on

her lame ass WILL b moved by this child-like sense of wonder in dis world wth

• you didn’t find this note. however, your ex did, showing it to you as she laughed at how silly it was. you played along, laughing as embarrassment ate at your pride slowly.

“they got you to stop, didn’t they? you’ve been awfully quiet all day today, unlike whatever you attempted to do last night.”

oop—bch??! jus being nasty 4 the hell of it omg😭

• … cute?

like clockwork..~

.°˖✧ part 2/3: neighbor!doctor!abby / neighbor!producer!reader headcanons .°˖✧

tags: arguing, enemies to lovers, sick!reader, sleepy!abby, yelling on the street, reader’s ex gf, implied doing the deed VAGUELY in like one sentence, more to be added

there will be only ONE more part of this lil story, since i’m afraid of dragging it on for too long!! i might write smth more abt ellie/dina/jesse in this au, but that’ll be it i think! i’ll be starting a smau soon tho :>

PART1 — PART3 — NSFWHC — N(SFW)HC

• after that first awful meeting, abby was ready to give you a piece of her mind. later that day, after a hectic day at work amplified her irritation, she couldn’t hold back.

• she knocked on your door, red-eyed and raging, just hoping to get the conversation over with before she could finally rest in the comfort of her home.

• on the other hand, you were nervous; you cleaned your entire house, took one of those tiring ‘everything showers’ and got dressed in a casual but put together outfit, hoping your mysterious blonde neighbor would appreciate it

• your first mistake was thinking abby would be softened by a cute outfit and some vanilla candles

• abby wasn’t impressed at all. she thought your lilac baby tee was too tight and that your perfume was too sweet. you were annoyingly artistic and carefree in her eyes, unserious to a fault. all the traits that she’d been taught to look down on

• so naturally, she chewed you up and spat you out.

“you need to start being more thoughtful, you aren’t living in the middle of a forest with nobody around!”

“and these parties? do you have to play the music that loud?! and who even are those people?!”

“don’t get me started on the singing and the overplayed songs you always go for. what do you even do for work?!”

• that was the drop that overfilled the cup and made the coquettish gaze you were sending your hot neighbor turn cold. complaining for ten minutes non stop about your loudness wasn’t an issue. in fact, you were planning on dialing it down for the cute, frustrated doctor.

• but coming after you job? the thing you were extremely passionate about? no way you’d let that slide.

“what the fuck is your problem, huh?!”

“… my problem?!”

• and so the two of you kept arguing on the street for the next forty minutes, neither side letting up, until the couple that lived next to you peeked their heads out the window and yelled at you to quiet down, ironically enough.

• abby eyed you one last time, disheveled and agitated. she brushed loose blonde hairs out of her face and pulled her keys out, walking over to the steps that lead to her house.

• you were pouting; this didn’t go as planned. you watched as she unlocked the door, her unforgiving gaze meeting you one last time before she left you with a final statement for the night, before she slammed her front door hard enough to shake both of your homes

“you better be quiet from now on. or else.”

• you obviously didn’t care at all what abby thought after this… interesting meeting, so you decided to be louder than before (if that was even possible)

• the following week consisted of the same old routine, over and over again. you would play the piano loudly, sing late into the night and invite friends over (even an ex girlfriend, making sure to moan extra loud that night)

• which annoyed abby to no end, of course. she calmed down to the best of her abilities, and decided to look at her options. she could call the police, but that was too far. you were still neighbors and she didn’t want to risk getting a bad reputation with other neighborhood residents. and talking to you didn’t help at all.

• so she settled on writing notes. every morning before leaving for work, blondie would leave a passive aggressive message taped to your front door, smirking as she did.

• she knew they would annoy you since she made sure to make them related to your job or your music taste or whatever she thought would make your blood boil.

• but you were unbothered and patient, choosing to save the notes in a box under your bed. all of then made rounds in various group chats since you were complaining to everybody and their mother that your neighbor (now known as abigail) was the worst.

• what made you show up at abby’s door was a message that read: “maybe you should learn how to sing before doing it this late. much love, your next door neighbor abigail”

• you didn’t find this note. however, your ex did, showing it to you as she laughed at how silly it was. you played along, laughing as embarrassment ate at your pride slowly.

• it’s safe to say that rekindling your romance with said ex didn’t go well

• that night, you slammed your balled up fists on abby’s door, ready to take action against her pushing your buttons with these notes. being embarrassed in the comfort of your own presence was different than being teased by someone you dated in the past

• abby opened the door, groggy and hollow eyed. she was wearing a dark blue pajama set, silken and fitted, and she had her neatly brushed hair let down. she’s still so prim and proper, even when she’s sleeping, you think

“whaddya need, sweetheart?”

• the way abby spoke made you feel like your brain became scrambled. sweetheart?! where did that come from?! you quickly snapped back from your dazed gaze set on her lips and retorted:

“what’s up with these notes, huh?!”

“they got you to stop, didn’t they? you’ve been awfully quiet all day today, unlike whatever you attempted to do last night.”

• you heated up from humiliation once again- so she did hear you and your ex! you stumble over words, crossing your arms defensively as you looked away, which gave abby enough time to rub the sleep out of her tired eyes

“keep up with the quietness and we might even get along. is that all for tonight?”

• you let out an annoyed ‘hmph!’ and ran back to your door, sending abby a heated gaze as you yelled a ‘goodnight!’ over your shoulder. the blonde shrugged and went back inside, unaffected and ready to sleep. you, on the other hand, started up with your noisy nighttime routine of trying to write the perfect song; you even opened the windows to make sure your neighbor heard you.

• and so, this routine continued on for the next few days; you would open all the windows, sing loudly, play music at full volume, hell- you even banged pots and pans just to get your point across

• who did she think she was, telling you to be quiet in your own home?!

• abby kept up with her newfound tradition of leaving you notes, some long and some short. she prayed you wouldn’t pop up around the corner; facing you head on was a tad intimidating to her, but she would never admit that it was because of your attractive face and soothing singing voice. so, naturally, she kept complaining to her friends when they went out for coffee and rolled her eyes whenever she’d hear you sneeze loudly though the walls you shared.

• but then, much to abby’s delight, the crescendo next door stopped completely. the woman went on with her routine, choosing to ignore the eerie silence she was met with every day since last week. were you even alive?

• she noted that you weren’t picking up her daily warnings either, and they had piled up on your doorstep after the fourth day of the absence of noise. on the fifth day, abby received an unexpected knock on her door.

• opening it revealed you, much to her surprise. snotty, sweaty, in a tiny t-shirt and a pair of suede shorts in late november new york cold, shaking as you tried to clear your throat.

• for the fist time since you two met, abby felt her heart squeeze because of some tight, uncomfortably soft and fuzzy feeling. a mixture of pity and the urge to coo at your sickly appearance bubbled up and made her gulp- had you always been this… helpless? meek?

• … cute?

• all of these thoughts that crawled their way into abby’s head were solidified with one nasally question asked by you:

“… do you have any tylenon?”

[wxxpingangxls]

ur nerdmin works are literally the best, idk i feel like u capture him so well? i’m like a dog licking every crumb u make of him

can u please make one inspired by the fanart where’s he’s at the party and he shows his tongue piercing????? he’s a freak!!!!!!! i would eat this up so good 😋

omg stopp that's such a sweet damn compliment, i love you for it baby!!

ouuuuuuuu boy do i have something for youuuuuuuuuuuuu....

visuals: 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 … 6 … 7

baby yuh tight!

now after you and armin's little escapades of yk mostly oral, it led you to believe that it was just that. a little dalliance. you helped him and his oral fixation, and he helps you relax. it's the perfect thing to get you through the grueling years of university especially with your course dragging your ass.

it'll start with him watching you scratch your head, huffing and puffing, sighing and exasperating over those stupid essays. and he'd crawl between your legs like a sneaky cat, asking for snacks. and then straight to pleasure palace for both you and him!

yet armin couldn't help but clench his jaw at the sight of you with another man around your arm. it made him, angry? jealous? possessive? he didn't know, all he knew is that he didn't like it.

so you can't blame him when his fists started clenching at the sounds of your giggles and some random bastards voice. amidst the sweaty bodies, with the loud music blaring and lights flashing, he could still hear your sweet voice engaging in conversation with that bastard eren. he didn't like it, not one bit. but what could he do? snatch you away? beat eren up? fat fucking chance. armin had fought eren once and got beat the fuck up so he knew he stood no chance. i mean look at the poor kid. those thin arms. who the hell was he going to fight? his hairdresser? i mean i wouldn't blame him.

either way, he had to come up with something, fast. he liked you. like, like liked you. a lot. before he could think, he found himself walking towards your beautiful figure, watching as that strange man leeched and leered at your full tits.

he watched as eren's eyes moved up and down with every jiggle of your boobs. fuck, that should've been him not eren's fatass. now armin was mad.

"hey, Y/N?" armin's meek voice made you turn around to face him. the flashing lights of blue and purple gave him an eerie almost alien like look.

"omg, eren look! it's my roommate; armin!" you squealed, drunkenly.

"yeah, i've seen him around," eren faced to armin and gave him a nasty stare.

"can i ask you something?" armin asked somewhat reluctantly.

"really? now? can't it wait?" you deadpanned.

"please?" he whined.

you tutted and gave eren an apoligetic look before pulling his arm. "what is it you want? me and eren were...hitting it off," you giggled, twirling your hair.

"yeah, i saw. i just wanted to say you looked great," he slammed the bathroom door as you took your place onto the counter. goosebumps from the cold ceramic rose all across your skin. armin noticed and started rubbing his hands up and down your arms. "what are you doing armin?" you smirked. armin cocked his head as his face moved closer to your own. "what does it look like?" he shoved his tongue down your throat as you pulled that back of his hair. he moaned into your mouth like a whiny baby.

honestly, it was cute. armin was cute; with his whimpers that were high pitched and breathy. his fingers trembled as he held you face in them. see, that's the thing about skinny men. despite being thinner than a victorian child, they sure knew how to hold it down. i mean, armin would be munching on your pussy all night long, yet he'd be able to hold your legs up all the way to your ears and keep them there. he had some sort of hidden freaky strength. almost as if your pussy juice gave him the invisible muscles he needed.

all you could think about as his lips grazed your neck and his hand slipped down your dress to fiddle with your nipples. "armin, please...." you breathed out.

"please what?" he slyly smirked. that was the thing. armin was a munch and it make your coochie go woowoo. if this were any other circumstance, you'd probably shake him up a little, i don't know maybe punch him in the mouth. but right now, armin had that pussy in control. you were talking straight out of her, and there was nothing you could do.

"eat me out, make me cum like you always do," you stared into his ocean eyes with heart eyes in your own. as you stared into armin's eyes, he stared into your drunken ones, while your hands fiddled with the button of his trousers. "please, baby? just for me?" you pouted, staring up at him. how could he say no? getting his face wet with your slick was the best part of his day. it was all he thought about, all he dreamt about, all he wanted to be honest.

he bent you over the counter, before scrunching up your dress. "no panties? what a nasty girl," he snickered.

"watch yourself armin, or say goodbye to this pussy," you wiggled your ass as he watched your cunt drip slick all over the place.

armin was a messy eater. as if your pussy wasn't messy enough on it's own. he knew it was a matter of time before your slick would flood the room, and there was only one thing he knew he had to do.

eat you out to completion.

and eat is what he did. his hands stayed spreading your cheeks apart, slapping and jiggling the muscle. he stayed moaning into your sweet hole, tongue piercing flicking against your perked up clit. he groaned into your cunt as you moaned out loud. you had no reason to muffle your moans because of the loud music blaring. his face dug impossibly deeper into your tight hole, with his nose poked at your puckering hole. if its one thing armin knew, it was that playing with your winking hole made you gush.

you squealed out loud while his tongue kept flicking at your clit and he thumbed on your asshole. "armin! tha's nasty," you hummed out as his thumb popped into your tight hole. "that's how you like it, no?" he pulled away and slapped your ass. he sucked on your lips before tonguing your pussy down, stretching it open. as his tongue entered inside, you could feel the ball of the piercing inside your clenching walls all while his thumb stayed in your butt.

you clenched impossibly tight around his tongue, sobbing out loud. it was too much, but nothing you couldn't handle. it was nothing you haven't handled before. "armin!" you squealed loudly. you moaned out loud making him groan even louder. his hands squeezed your cheeks. "fuck, m'cummin! s'too quick!" you whined, wiggling your butt away from his grasp. at least, trying to. his grip tightened hard, giving you no choice but to take his munching. bit by bit.

you didn't know if it was the alcohol in your system, or the blunt you smoked earlier, but you could feel every part of his slick, sharp tongue dragging itself all over your wet pussy. sounds of slurping wetness resounded so loudly, you could swear it would drown out the music. your mouth started watering, with every inch you got closer to your orgasm. "shake it," he moaned out.

"what?" you sounded genuinely confused.

"you heard me. shake your ass," and so you did, without thinking. if only you could see how armin smiled like a fool behind you, huge hearts replacing his pupils. at this point, he was more than desperate to taste the sweetness of your cum on his tongue. he shoved two fingers into your clenching hole before immediately working them in. his lips wrapped around your clit while his two fingers played with your pussy. at this point, you could barely concentrate and hold yourself up while he grinned at your vulnerable state. you started clawing for something to hold, trying hard to run away from his assault on your cunt.

and then his fingers found it. he knew, because then you started screaming and your leg was twitching. like, actual screaming. like, blood curdling screams. all he felt was your cunt clench incredibly hard around his two fingers before you gushed all over him, soaking his face. "oh armin!" you yelled, tearing up. the substances flowing in your system heightened your senses, making you even more sensitive and armin was eating it all up. literally.

"fuck baby, you're so good to me," you whined out loud, as he moved away from your cunt. "armin i want you to fuck me," you ordered, turning around to face him. armin stood up now, his face messy with your slick, blushing hard. you wrapped your legs around him, staring expectantly. "well? don't tell me you're scared?" you teased knowing that your pussy was throbbing from overstimulation.

you cooed, while your fingers toyed with armin's button, pulling down the trousers. "now you're being shy? seriously?" armin patterned up, replacing your hands with his own as he pulled down his boxers. his cock strung up.

it stood, tall and proud, the tip leaking profusely. it was a bright strawberry pink. his cock was long and skinny, and looked like it could reach deep inside of you. it curved upwards as if it were showing off. your cunt clenched around empty air and your mouth watered. you wanted to be stuffed by him. he stood, hand rubbing his neck as he shyly chuckled. you adjusted yourself onto the counter, lifting your legs up so that you were completely spread open for armin to see. your slick cunt dripped all over the surface as your clit visibly throbbed. you took your left hand, spreading your lips apart, the nasty sound of drenched pussy lips making armin sigh out.

he watched as your hole practically invited him in, and started to get impatient. "what are you waiting for, pretty boy?" your breathed. armin hooked your legs and pushed them up to your ears. you could feel his cock rubbing up against your cunt as you bucked your hips. "come on, please..." you whined, while he grabbed his cock and lined it up with your hole.

he winced as he felt you clench around his throbbing tip, he could damn near feel the tears in his eyes. despite his ability to munch on your cunt until you fell asleep, actual penetration was completely different. at least when he was eating you out, it was easy to muffle his moans when he was face deep in your cunt, but now? there was no hiding his whines.

he pushed his cock through the rings of your gummy walls, reaching deep. the stretch was delicious, and you swear you could've cum all over his long cock. "armin, fuck," you moaned out, hands placed onto his chest. he finally bottomed out, his pulsing cock throbbing inside of your pulsating hole. you clenched and couldn't stop while he tried to push in deeper. he whimpered out loud before looking down at where the two of you were connected.

"fuck, Y/N? you feel so good around me," he sobbed. he couldn't move. he knew if he moved, he would've came inside of you and made a fool of himself. "gimme a minute," he grunted, his fingers wrapped around your legs that kept you in place. like i said, he had that weird strength.

he instantly came closer to your body, basically crushing you, so that you could feel him deeper. his bob swayed in your face, as he practically humped you. armin finally found the courage to start moving inside, his cock bumping your cervix.

he whined as your hands started pulling his hair, making him tear up. "fuck, armin..." his thrusts becoming more desperate and intimate, causing your legs to shake. the tighter you clenched, the more erratic his thrusts became. honestly, he was like a dog in heat, desperate.

armin was smart, like really smart. this time, he thrusts again, but more slow and deliberate. you stopped your sighing and small moans, head thrown back. he grinded his cock head into your sloppy cunt. you closed your eyes bracing yourself for whatever fuckary he had up his ass. your back arched, face scrunched and your eyes teared up. "what are you doing?" you asked.

armin shushed you with what little strength he had. the fringe of his bob stuck to his head. you had to give it to him, as wacky as his haircut was, he had such beautiful thick hair. his face scrunched up in concentration, trying his hardest to find that spot. your g-spot.

armin had watched enough porn to know what squirting was. sure, he could eat you out until you sobbed all night, or fingered your pussy until your squeal and scream, but he wanted to dick you down until you couldn't stop squirting. and he was gonna do it, if it was the last thing he would do. to be completely drenched in your nasty juices that he'd happily drown in.

one more calculated thrust from the nerd, and that's where he found it. he knew because he made that grunt you do when he's made you feel especially good. armin practically started glowing as he realised that he's actually found your g-spot. he knew that this was the perfect trick to make you squirt everywhere. "armin, move!" you screamed, tearfully, a ring of thick cream leaking on his base. a sensation - unfamiliar - built up inside of you as he kept hitting that same spot over and over. you tried hard to move him away, the pleasure becoming more and more overwhelming for you ( and himself ), pushing on his stomach with no avail.

"armin, pull out, please! just a bit, it's too deep," you groaned out tears streaming down your face. "oh fuck!" you whined. you babbled senselessly, "let it out, please, i wanna hear you," he whimpered out. and then he saw it. your clit, practically gleaming at him. one of his hands started playing at your clit as you struggled to breathe. you couldn't even moan out his name as you tried so hard to wriggle out of his grasps. your hands flew at his face in attempt to push him away, doing everything you could.

"armin, you have to move, m'gonna pee!" he smirked, completely ignoring your plea's if it meant you'd squirt all over him. "my-" a guttural moan left your throat. you pushed at his abdomen, once more as you gushed all over him, his cock suddenly leaking everywhere. hot cum spurted out of the tip of his cock, while streams of squirt splashed all over him. you squirmed, trying to get out of his harsh grip. while you had quietened down, armin's moaned hadn't, in fact this is the loudest you've heard him.

he practically sobbed, as you watched him hump the air. by now, his hand had left your clit and you had the bright idea to overstimulate him. you know, give him a taste of his own medicine. you slapped his hand away and started rubbing at the tip of his cock vigorously. "Y/N! wait...!" he whined out loud, his hand shaking as he full on sobbed shamelessly. you egged him on as you tried gaining back your composure after the world shattering orgasm he just gave you.

his hips bucked into your hand, almost pathetically, his glasses fogging up as he came again all over your hand this time. "fuck Y/N, you're killing me!" you could barely keep it together, watching him pathetically fall apart in your hands like putty, as if you weren't doing the same earlier.

armin leaned against the counter top while you both worked on catching your breaths.

"you shouldn't trust eren. he's not a good man," he said, in between breaths. "yeah, he doesn't make me cum as hard as you do," you giggled. yet armin didn't laugh. you slapped his shoulder: "i was kidding,"

"i'm not. i...i don't like seeing you with other guys you know," he whispered, somewhat ashamed.

"yeah, sure ok," you agreed.

"why don't we go back and you can sit on my face," he suggested as you pulled your dress down and tried stabilising yourself again while armin pulled up his trousers. "where did you learn about squirting by the way...?" you enquired.

"porn," he chuckled adjusting his glasses, as the two of you left the bathroom. you cussed him out for being such a loser while he whined some bullshit in your ear about how mean you were and that men had needs, blah blah blah.