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LOVE ISLAND MADNESS

EPISODE 4: IF LOOKS COULD KISS

episode 3 here!

The villa had finally quieted down.

After a whirlwind of dares, kisses, and one hell of a recoupling, the day moved slower now — like everyone needed to catch their breath. But not you. You were wired.

Sitting alone on a lounger near the back patio, your legs were tucked under you, a half-filled journal on your lap. You weren’t writing, though — just doodling hearts and lazy lines and whatever kept your fingers busy. Anything to avoid glancing toward the others.

But then Choso walked over, quiet as always — towel slung over his shoulder, hair tied back messily, water bottle in hand.

“You always sit alone?”

You looked up, and he rubbed the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes.

“Only when I’m trying to avoid the cameras,” you said.

He gave a small, quiet laugh — a breath, really. “They still catch you.”

You smiled. “You wanna sit?”

Choso hesitated like he was making sure you really meant it. Then he nodded once and sat beside you — not too close, not too far. He looked down at your notebook, voice soft. “You’re drawing?”

“Kinda,” you said. “Mostly scribbling. But yeah.”

He leaned forward slightly, hands resting loosely between his knees. “Can I see?”

You flipped to a new page instead. “Nope. But I wanna draw your hands.”

Choso blinked. “…Why?”

You gave him a look. “Because you have good hands.”

His ears turned red. “Oh.”

You tilted your head. “You okay with that?”

“Yeah.” He shifted slightly, then held one of his hands out, palm up, like he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to pose. “Like this?”

You smiled to yourself and nodded, sketching as the silence between you both grew comfortable. His knuckles were strong. Defined. His fingers twitched occasionally, like he wasn’t used to someone studying him so closely.

“You’re quiet,” you said, pencil still moving.

“I don’t… really talk much,” he admitted, eyes on the floor. “But I like listening.”

You glanced up at him. “So you’ve been listening to me?”

He paused, then gave a tiny, sheepish nod. “You say a lot of interesting things.”

That made your stomach flip a little.

You bumped your knee lightly against his, and he startled just slightly before relaxing again, his shoulder brushing yours. The contact lingered. Not rushed. Not performative.

Warm.

When you finished the sketch, you angled it toward him. “Here.”

Choso looked at it for a long time — longer than you expected.

“It’s… really good,” he said finally, still soft. “I didn’t think my hands looked like that.”

“They don’t,” you teased.

He laughed quietly, and that made something tug at your chest.

“I’m glad we got coupled up,” he said, eyes still on the page. “I wasn’t sure if anyone would… pick me.”

You looked at him — really looked at him — and leaned in slightly. “Why wouldn’t they?”

He shrugged, still not meeting your eyes. “I’m not like the others.”

“That’s kind of the point.”

For a moment, your pinky brushed his hand and when he didn’t move away, you let it stay there. The barest touch, but still something.

Later that night, Sasha found you in the kitchen sneaking strawberries off a plate.

“Soooo” she said, her grin immediate. “You and Choso.”

You gave her a look. “You love to instigate.”

“I just observe,” she said, popping a strawberry into her mouth. “He looked like you hung the moon when you handed him that drawing.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the smile creeping up. “He’s sweet. Quiet. I like that.”

From across the villa, Gojo had caught it too. His blue eyes didn’t miss a thing especially not the way Choso lingered near you by the sink, gently fixing the strap of your dress where it had slipped slightly. His fingers barely grazed your skin, but your breath still hitched.

And Gojo noticed.

Toji did too.

“You letting that soft-spoken boy steal your girl?” he muttered under his breath to Gojo, smirking.

Gojo only clenched his jaw.

Meanwhile, you glanced back at Choso. He was already looking at you.

You smiled.

Slow burn.

But damn, it was catching fire.

omg did yall see megan on love island??? the things she can do to MEE (also guys thank you for all the support I love each and every one of you THANKYOUU😽) and this lowkey was a filler episode next week I have a beautiful challenge cooking

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LOVE ISLAND MADNESS

EPISODE 3- EASY

previous episode

The sun rose over the villa, but peace didn’t. Not today.

The day started with energy laughter over breakfast, lazy swims, and eye contact that lingered just a little too long. You had your legs dipped in the pool, Gojo sitting beside you, sipping his smoothie like he hadn’t been blatantly watching you stretch that morning.

“You really don’t get tired of staring?” you teased, brushing your fingers through the water.

“Of course I do,” he said, without missing a beat. “But you blink sometimes. I gotta savor the seconds I get.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you.

Just as you were settling into your comfort zone, the announcement came:

“Islanders. Please gather at the firepit. Two new bombshells are about to enter the villa.”

The tension hit instantly. Lip gloss was applied. Shirt buttons were undone. Everyone knew what this meant.

Two bombshells walked in like they owned the place.

One of them was Zara — tall, statuesque, skin like honey and curls that bounced with every confident step.

The other? Choso quiet, unreadable, with deep-set eyes that scanned the villa like he’d already sized everyone up.

Zara made a beeline straight to Gojo.

And he let her.

You watched from the sidelines, calm and collected, even as Gojo laughed a little too hard at whatever she was saying. Sasha leaned into your side, whispering, “He’s easy..”

“As fuck.” You sipped your water. “He better finish what he started.”

Later that day, you pulled Zara for a chat and to everyone’s surprise, the two of you vibed. She was cool. Competitive, but not shady. She even complimented your swimsuit and asked about your skincare.

You liked her. Still didn’t trust her, but liked her.

When recoupling came, no one was shocked.

“Gojo,” the producer’s voice said. “You’re up first. Who would you like to couple up with?”

He stood with his trademark smirk, hands casually in his pockets. “I’d like to couple up with this girl because she came in and shook the whole villa up. She’s confident, beautiful, and knows what she wants.”

“Zara.”

Sasha gasped.

Toji snorted from across the firepit. “He folded quick,” he muttered.

Your name was called later, and you coupled up with someone safe Choso. As you settled beside him, he didn’t say much at first, just glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

But when you passed Gojo on your way back from the firepit, you didn’t look at him. You just leaned into Choso and whispered something that made him raise a brow.

He looked at you, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Didn’t think you’d pick me” he said low. “Guess I was wrong about you, pretty girl.”

You smiled.

From across the villa, Gojo finally looked unsettled.

The next morning started with vibes still off. Zara was all over Gojo. You? You were chill. Laughing with Sasha, even matching sunglasses with Choso, toes dipped in the pool like nothing phased you.

Until the loudspeaker crackled:

“Islanders, it’s time to pucker up. Today you’ll play the KISSING CHALLENGE. Each of you will be blindfolded and kissed by every islander of the opposite sex. Afterwards, you’ll rate the kiss out of ten. The best kisser wins a surprise date. #LipService #SealTheDeal”

Blindfolds on. Lipgloss reapplied.

The chaos began.

Some kisses were sweet. Some were cringe. But when it was your turn?

A tall, broad figure stepped up. Rough hands on your waist. The kiss? Hot. Controlled. Just enough dominance to make you melt a little.

You already knew who it was.

Toji.

He looked smug.

Gojo ended up kissing Zara in front of everyone. It was messy. Loud. More performative than passionate. The crowd hooted, but you? You didn’t flinch.

When it was Choso’s turn, he didn’t hesitate. Your hand sliding to the back of his neck as your lips met his slow, intentional, like he was letting you feel every second of it. He didn’t rush it either. One hand settled on your waist, the other brushing your jaw, holding you like he meant it. When you two finally pulled away, the villa was dead silent.

Gojo was watching.

Hard.

In the end, the girls voted—and you won.

The phone buzzed.

“As the top-rated kisser, you’ve won a special date. Pick one islander to join you.”

You looked around.

Gojo’s jaw was tight.

Toji gave you a wink.

Choso raised an eyebrow, waiting.

You smiled.

“Choso. Let’s go.”

Toji whistled low. “Long game, huh?”

You turned back just once.

“Always.”

literally wrote this while I was on my flight😭😭 but yall peep me being consistent!??! if you seen that name mistake i made.. NO U DIDNT

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LOVE ISLAND MADNESS

EPISODE 2- TWO TRUTHS, AND A KISS?

episode 1 here!

The sun rose over the villa, casting golden light across the glimmering pool and highlighting the six boys still sprawled across the daybeds. While the morning air was calm, the tension was anything but.

You were one of the first girls awake, perched on the edge of a lounger in a sleek white swimsuit that made your brown skin glow. A glass of juice rested in your hand, condensation trailing down and dotting your thigh. From behind his sunglasses, Satoru peeked over—already tracking your every move.

“Morning, princess,” he said with a grin that was just a little too confident.

You raised a brow. “You always this smug before breakfast?”

“Only when I wake up thinking about you.”

Before you could clap back, the villa speaker chimed:

“Islanders, please gather around the firepit for your first challenge.”

Everyone made their way to the firepit, buzzing with excitement. You caught Sasha’s eye, and she gave you a knowing smirk.

“You ready for some drama?” she whispered.

“Always,” you grinned.

The host’s voice echoed:

“Time to spice things up with your first game — ‘Two Truths and a Dare!’ Each islander will share two truths and choose a dare from the bowl. Let’s find out who’s here to play… and who’s here to win hearts.”

First up: Takuma Ino. Nervous energy radiated from him as he stood.

“One I’ve kissed a stranger in an elevator. Two I cried watching The Notebook.” He reached into the dare bowl. “And my dare is… ‘Kiss the girl with the best smile.’”

Eyes darted. Yours included.

Ino walked up to Sasha, placing a shy kiss on her cheek. She laughed and gave you a look like, he’s sweet, but he’s not Nanami.

Speaking of Nanami he said nothing, but the way he sat up straighter and clenched his jaw? Yeah, he clocked it.

Next: Toji.

“My truths?” He smirked. “One I’ve been kicked out of a club for fighting. Two I’ve never had a real relationship. Dare?” He read it and laughed. “‘I dare Gojo to kiss the girl he’s most attracted to.’”

Everyone ooooh’d in anticipation.

Gojo stood slowly, exaggerated, like a peacock putting on a show. He walked over to you with a smug sway in his hips, removed his sunglasses, and grinned.

“You knew it was gonna be you, right?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself—” you started, but he cut you off with a kiss that was way too intimate for day one. Warm hands on your jaw, lips that didn’t rush just deep, teasing, intentional.

When he pulled back, your heart was thudding. Your lip gloss? Gone.

You stared at him. “That was bold.”

He smirked. “You must’ve forgot who I am. I don’t compete I convince.”

The next few dares passed in a blur. Geto whispered something to Rena that made her blush. Aya dared Ino to feed her strawberries. Amara made Toji carry her bridal-style across the villa.

And when your turn came?

You stood confidently, all eyes on you.

“Okay so, truth number one: I ghosted someone right after our first date—no regrets. Truth number two: I had a one-night stand… with a girl, and let’s just say, she wasn’t complaining.”

You reached into the dare bowl.

You read it and smirked. “‘I dare you to flirt with the guy who’s surprised you the most so far.’”

Your gaze swept the group.

And then you walked past Gojo. Past Ino. Past Geto.

And stopped in front of Toji.

“Surprised me the most,” you said, tilting your head. “Didn’t think you’d be this fine and that much of a shit-stirrer.”

Toji laughed low. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Gojo was silent. Sasha let out a dramatic oooh, and Nanami looked between all of you like he was mentally preparing for chaos

That evening, as couples lounged around the villa, you sat beside Sasha near the outdoor bar, sipping drinks.

“You had that man sweating today,” she teased.

“Which one?”

“Exactly.” She winked.

Meanwhile, Toji had pulled Amara aside for a “chat,” Geto was teaching Rena how to shuffle cards with one hand, and Nanami — quietly observant — watched Sasha talk to Ino, his gaze unreadable.

Gojo approached you later by the pool.

“Didn’t expect you to flirt with him,” he said.

You leaned back on the cushion. “Didn’t expect you to kiss me like that.”

“…Touché.”

The tension between you simmered.

But before anything else could be said, the speaker blared again:

“Islanders, tomorrow you’ll meet two new bombshells. They’ve got one thing in common — they’re here to turn heads. Get ready.”

Sasha gasped. “Oh, hell nah. This villa’s about to be flipped upside down.”

“The couples may be cozy now… but connections change quick in the villa. New temptations are just around the corner. And some islanders? They’re about to be tested.”

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I literally accidentally deleted part 2 this why this took forever to come out💔 hope you enjoyed this one guys

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f*ck my mind - armin arlet x reader

a word from lex: i literalyy couldn't wait to drop this chapter (hence it being posted now lololol). this one is naasty so if you're not a fan of smut, this might not be for you. now if you do, enjoy, i didn't hold back; blame ovulation. thank you for being here, ily.

chapter warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI!!! i will block u im not playing, lots of smut, armin is a munch, spit, choking, armin lowkey has a daddy kink (it felt right), a likkle bit of dom/sub dynamics, reader is called different variations of pet names that have the word 'girl' in them, armin and reader are sluts idk what to tell yall we get nasty over here :3, reader is fem and black coded! not proof read, excuse any i missed!!

chapter 2 can be found here!

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

chapter 3 - static

'hey siri, play lay me down by steve lacy'

it started with texts.

quick ones at first. memes, links, flirty jabs. 

then came the longer threads, inside jokes, tired “good luck”s before early morning lectures.

the occasional unsolicited playlist drop with little captions like:

“this feels like you. chaotic but strangely effective.” “this one made me think of that essay you ripped me to shreds over.”

somehow, the lines blurred.

it was effortless how often you started seeing each other. 

study sessions bled into lunch runs. 

library meetups turned into late-night walks across campus, arguments still bouncing between you like a game neither of you wanted to win.

you teased each other constantly; armin was too organized, too composed, and you were “a menace with highlighter ink for blood.” 

but the comfort grew.

and somehow, it never got awkward after that night on the couch. not once.

even still, you didn’t kiss again.

not yet.

but the tension?

still there. like static before a storm.

he'd tap your knee with his under the library table when you were zoning out. you’d lean in just a little too close when you pointed out flaws in his thesis.

and every time he laughed at something you said, your chest got tight in a way you refused to name.

ꨄ︎⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ꨄ︎

it was thursday. 

the sun was out and the campus buzzed with almost-end-of-semester energy. 

you had just stepped out of class, tugging at the hem of your tank top, when you caught sight of armin near the quad.

he was leaned against a bench, arms crossed, hair pushed back slightly from the breeze, deep in conversation with a girl you didn’t recognize. 

she was tall. 

pretty, with a perfect line of lip gloss that glinted when she smiled.

you weren’t the jealous type.

usually.

but something in the way she laughed too loudly, touched his arm like she knew him intimately, made your jaw tighten.

you slowed your steps.

“damn,” she said, voice light but pointed, just loud enough to carry. “if i’d known you were this fine, i would’ve transferred sooner. kinda wanna steal you.”

armin laughed.

and not just a polite chuckle.

he laughed.

your stomach dropped. not because you thought he was interested, but because that laugh sounded like the ones he gives you.

it was too smooth. too easy. like she’d earned it.

you didn’t say anything. just kept walking past like you hadn’t seen him at all.

ꨄ︎⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ꨄ︎

you didn’t ghost him. not completely. that wasn’t your style.

but your replies got shorter. 

dry. 

borderline dismissive. 

you skipped your usual library seat, turned off read receipts, let his “you good?” texts hang for hours before you hit back with a vague, “just tired lol.”

he noticed.

of course he did.

but he didn’t push. just kept trying. 

sending little check-ins, forwarding dumb tiktoks, like he was trying to earn your attention back inch by inch.

one night, you reposted a tiktok. something meant to be satirical but it still applied to how you felt.

“the worst thing about liking someone? realizing that they easy.”

a few minutes later, he dm’d it to you with nothing but a:

armin: ??

you left him on read.

ꨄ︎⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ꨄ︎

it was now saturday night. late.

the air outside was humid with leftover rain, and you were curled on your couch in one of your oversized tees, watching old Love Island USA episodes that distracted you enough to not text him first.

then came the knock.

your chest thudded. there’s no way.

you stood slowly, barefoot, half-annoyed and half-curious, pulling the door open.

armin stood there. 

hoodie on, hands in his pockets, hair messy like he’d just ran his hands through it one too many times.

his jaw was tight. eyes sharper than usual.

“you ignoring me now?” he asked, voice quiet but steady.

you crossed your arms, leaning on the doorframe. “wasn’t aware i had to answer to you.”

he let out a short laugh, but it wasn’t out of amusement. 

“right. because you’re not mad, you’re just tired, busy. that it?”

“why are you here, armin?” you snapped, your tone sharper than planned. “shouldn’t you be laughing at another girl saying she wants your easy ass?”

his brows drew together. “so that’s what this is about.”

“what? you think I’m jealous or something?”

“i think you’re mad i didn’t act how you wanted me to.”

you huffed, turning on your heel and walking back toward the couch, but still close to the door in case you felt the need to kick him out. 

he followed, locking the door shut behind him.

“i just think it’s funny,” you said, pacing, arms still folded. 

“all that time you spend texting me, hanging around like you care, and one girl you don’t even know makes a joke, and suddenly you're so tickeled.”

“she was annoying!” he said, raising his tone. “i laughed because i didn’t want to be rude!”

“bullshit!

you both stared at each other. 

something hot and tense swirled in the air between you.

“i know what it is. you’re mad ‘cause you like me,” he said, stepping closer.

you rolled your eyes, trying to turn away, but he caught your wrist. 

not harshly, but just enough to make you freeze.

his voice dropped. “you think i’d be here, at midnight, if i gave a damn about anybody else?”

you looked away. 

“you didn’t have to laugh like that.”

“i know,” he admitted, eyes softer now. “and i'm sorry. you don’t think i notice how fast you shut down when something bothers you?”

you glared. “i don’t shut down. i just don’t like giving people too much.”

“too bad,” he said. 

“because i’m not here to play pretend with you. i’m not gonna do this thing where we act like what we have is just academic banter with a side of horny tension.”

you stared at him stunned, your pulse loud in your ears.

“you don’t get to act like i’m nothing to you,” he said, stepping in again. 

“not after that night. not after everything since.”

he was so close now, you could smell the rain still clinging to him; could feel the heat rolling off his chest.

you scoffed, trying to keep your voice steady. 

“you really think you can just show up and talk your way out of this?”

“no,” he said, tilting his head, eyes searching yours. 

“i think you want me to show you.”

your breath hitched.

his hand brushed your hip, slow, measured.

“you need me to show you how much i like you?”

your stomach flipped, heat rising in your core. 

but you still held your ground.

“bold of you to assume i’m that easy.”

“you’re not,” he said. “you just pretend to be hard to get because it’s safer than being wanted.”

you didn’t answer. you couldn’t. 

because everything in you was buzzing.

he leaned down, his voice brushing your ear.

“tell me to leave.”

you didn’t.

you just stared, heart thudding, lips parted as your silence gave him all the permission he needed.

his hands were on your face in an instant.

his mouth was crashing into yours so hard you nearly stumbled backward. you gasped into the kiss, fingers fisting in the fabric of his hoodie to steady yourself as his tongue swept against yours like he meant to claim every corner of your mouth.

there was no hesitation now. no space between you. just spit and heat and the sound of lips colliding, again and again, slick, messy and deep.

you moaned into it, not caring how loud or needy you sounded. 

his hands gripped your waist, dragging your body against his like he couldn’t stand the distance or clothes between you. 

you felt him everywhere. chest against chest, thigh between yours, lips hot and unforgiving.

then his mouth dropped to your neck.

“fuck,” you whimpered, tilting your head instinctively as he licked and bit down just enough to make your hips twitch. 

“armin..”

he groaned, warm breath skating across your skin. 

“that pretty little sound,” he murmured against your throat, voice gone dark and hungry. “you always this vocal, or is it just me?”

you couldn’t answer. 

not when his tongue traced your pulse and his hands gripped lower, pulling you against him. 

your brain was static.

“where’s your room?” he asked, mouth still on your skin.

you motioned weakly down the hallway, too dazed to find your words.

he didn’t wait.

in one smooth movement, his arms hooked beneath your thighs and he lifted you clean off the floor. 

you gasped, arms flying around his shoulders as he carried you toward your room like he owned it; like he owned you.

when he reached the bed, he threw you.

you bounced once on the mattress with a surprised yelp.

“i’m gonna make sure you never, ever doubt how you make me feel again,” he said, voice low and steady, eyes burning into yours.

he dropped to his knees at the edge of your bed.

you didn’t even get the chance to act smug before his mouth was back on your skin, kissing and biting down your collarbone, your stomach, the inside of your thighs; taking his time like he had something to prove.

your breath hitched when he hooked his fingers into your panties and dragged them down slow, like a present he wanted to unwrap himself.

he groaned at the sight of you. 

not really at you though—at your pussy.

“damn,” he muttered under his breath. 

“look how fuckin’ wet she is for me.”

his eyes didn’t even lift to meet yours. 

he was talking straight to her.

“you been waiting to see me, huh?” he said, fingers parting your folds as he leaned in. 

“should’ve known. you may try to hide but she always tells the truth.”

then, without warning, he spit on your cunt.

warm and deliberate.

you shivered, legs twitching as the mixture of your arousal and his saliva dripped between your thighs.

and then he got to work.

tongue flat and wide, lips sucking, licking like he was starving.

he buried his whole face in it, moaning into you, hands gripping your thighs to hold you open while he devoured you.

you choked on your own moan, one hand flying to his hair, the other clawing at your sheets. 

his tongue circled your clit, slow and filthy, then dove back down to your entrance, lapping it up and dragging every drop back to where you needed him most.

“fuck, armin, oh my god..”

he groaned into your pussy like your moans turned him on.

(which they did)

you felt his fingers sneak up to your clit, rubbing slow circles as his tongue worked beneath, and you couldn’t hold still.

“you’re so fuckin’ sweet,” he murmured between strokes, licking his lips like you were his favorite dessert. 

“my sweet girl. look at you takin’ it so well.”

you bucked under him, hips jerking. “i-i’m gonna—”

“do it,” he said, voice vibrating against you. “come on, baby. cum for me.”

and you did.

hard.

you cried out, thighs clamping around his head as he held on, sucking and licking through your orgasm, never letting up until you were shaking.

he didn’t stop until every drop was gone. 

after, he kissed your thigh like a thank-you.

he stood, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth like a fucking menace.

he finally pulled his hoodie off, and you blinked, staring.

you hadn’t expected him to be built like that.

“where have you been hiding all that?” you asked, lips parted.

armin laughed, warm and breathless, before sliding his sweats down slow.

you gawked.

“oh my god,” you said flatly. “that’s not gonna fit.”

his grin turned wolfish. 

“we’re gonna make it fit, baby,” he said, stroking himself casually. “you can take it. i know you can.”

before you could offer a rebuttal, he reached down, gripped your ankles, and dragged you to the edge of the bed in one swift pull.

you yelped, then moaned when he lined himself up and dragged his tip through your folds, collecting your slick from your last orgasm.

“you hear that?” he said, voice low.

“you’re still so fuckin’ wet.”

and finally,

he pushed in.

you both groaned in unison, your body clenching as he slid in inch by inch. 

it was too much. too big. too good.

“holy shit,” he hissed, head falling forward. 

“you feel so good, baby. so tight. we fit so well, i think this pussy was made for me.”

you clawed at the sheets, trying to breathe through it.

but you wanted more.

“please,” you moaned. “give me more, daddy. i can take it.”

he growled.

armin snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt with one hard thrust.

your breath vanished and your vision blurred.

he set a brutal pace, hips slapping against you like he was chasing something, grunting low and deep with every thrust.

then, he flipped you.

one arm hooked under your body, turning you around, back pressed to his chest.

“come here,” he muttered, dragging you up by the throat until your spine arched against him.

he turned your face toward him, his pace never faltering.

“open your mouth.”

you obeyed, breathless and wide-eyed.

he spat into it.

“hold it.”

you whimpered, body trembling from how good you felt.

he shifted you back, chest to mattress, turned you back to missionary and sank in again.

deep and hard.

“swallow.”

you did.

“good girl,” he praised, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip.

his good girl.

you could barely think. could barely breathe. 

armin was everywhere—inside you, on you, he was all you could feel. you were shaking and gasping his name like a prayer.

“aww, my smart girl,” he cooed, voice all dark amusement. “you know other words, don’t you? or have i fucked you so good i’ve made you dumb, is that it?”

you whined, helpless.

then he slowed, eyes locked on yours.

your stomach clenched again, and you fluttered around his length.

another orgasm was building fast.

“don’t,” he said suddenly. “hold it.”

“i can’t” you cried.

“yes, you can,” he said, breathing hard, rolling his hips with even more pressure. 

“course you can, sweet girl. i’m gonna count down, alright? we’re gonna cum together.”

you nodded frantically, eyes low now, tears threatening to fall from your lash line, breath caught in your throat.

“five,” he said.

“four.”

“three.”

your body was ready to snap.

“two.”

he pulled out just before..

“one.”

you screamed as you came, legs shaking, back arched.

armin groaned above you, stroking himself once before spilling across your stomach, breath gone ragged, eyes locked on the mess he made of you.

the room was quiet now. 

just the sound of your breathing, still shaky in your chest, and the soft whirr of the fan above. your body was limp, boneless against the sheets.

armin was still hovering over you, his hand braced by your head, just watching you.

you blinked up at him, dazed and glowing, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“hey,” he whispered, wiping a few beads of sweat off your forehead. “you still with me?”

you nodded, slow and hazy. “mhm.”

he leaned down and kissed your cheek. “you were so good for me.”

a flutter of warmth spread through your chest. 

your body ached in the best way, legs still trembling, but armin’s voice, low and soft, grounded you like gravity.

“i’m gonna clean you up, okay?” he said, thumb stroking your jaw.

you made a soft noise of agreement, too tired to do anything but trust him.

armin climbed off the bed and padded out the room.

you heard the sound of running water and the creak of the bathroom cabinet. 

when he returned, he had a warm damp towel in one hand and a cup of water in the other.

“open,” he murmured, gently lifting your head and tipping the water to your lips.

you sipped obediently, and he smiled, proud. “that’s it, sweet girl.”

once you’d had enough, he sat the water aside and lowered the towel to your stomach, carefully wiping you clean. 

his touch was so gentle as he worked, not saying much, just watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

“i didn’t hurt you, did i?” he asked quietly.

you shook your head, the hint of a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “no. you were perfect.”

he exhaled, relief softening his shoulders.

after he cleaned you, he reached down to grab your panties off the floor, then seemed to think twice and tossed them aside again. 

instead, he grabbed one of your T-shirts from your hamper and slipped it gently over your head, threading your arms through the holes.

“there we go,” he said, kissing your forehead. 

“my girl.” he whispered.

he stepped away just long enough to clean himself up, putting on his tank and boxers, tossing his hoodie and sweats into the corner, then climbed back into bed beside you.

you immediately curled into him, head on his chest, arm slung across his stomach.

his skin was warm. his heartbeat steady beneath your ear.

one of his hands settled on your back, rubbing slow circles.

you both lay there in comfortable silence for a while, your bodies tangled, breath syncing up as the afterglow settled deep in your bones.

then, softly, he spoke.

“i was scared i fucked it up,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

you lifted your head just enough to meet his gaze.

“you didn’t,” you said, fingers caressing his face.

“you never did.”

he smiled small and grateful, and leaned down to kiss you again, slow and sweet this time. 

a kiss that tasted like apologies and promises; the kind of safety you didn’t know you needed.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he said. “you know that, right?”

you nodded against his chest, eyes finally starting to fall shut.

“i know.”

he kissed the top of your head, tightening his hold on you.

and just like that, in the warm cocoon of each other’s arms, you both drifted off. your soft exhales tangled in his curls, his fingers still gently brushing your spine as sleep took you both under.

both of you having nothing but each other on your minds.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈• fin (for now) •┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

end of chapter notes: IM TAMMAT INNATTTTTTTT :P

this was my first time REALLY writing smut so i hope that i did well for you all. i am so so so so appreciative of all of the love and interactions that i have been getting on this series. it means more to me than yall will ever know! once again, likes and reblogs are appreciated!! happy friday eve gorg!

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LOVE ISLAND MADNESS

EPISODE 1: STEPPING INTO THE VILLA

Summary - black fem reader(anyone can read ofc), fluff, heavily inspired by love island, visual links!, upcoming series!, original OC’s for the girls,enjoy cutiee

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You had barely stepped foot in the villa when the heat started. Not the weather though the sun was baking the pool tiles and shimmering off your oiled skin but the heat of being the first girl to enter.

Black knotless braids bouncing with each step, nails freshly done, bikini hugging your curves just right you were the moment, and you knew it.

You perched on one of the daybeds by the pool, crossing your legs like a queen, lip gloss popping, smirking like you’d already won the prize even if you didn’t know what that was yet.

“One girl in,” the producer whispered off-screen.

Time for the chaos.

First Guy: Takuma Ino

Button-down shirt undone, little silver chains clinking, tattoos barely peeking from his sleeves. He beamed when he saw you, the type of grin that made girls ignore red flags.

“Damn. I didn’t think they were gonna start us off with a goddess,” he said, hand extended.

You took it. “You smooth with all the girls or just me?”

He chuckled. “Guess you’ll have to stick around and find out.”

You might’ve blushed. Just a little.

Second Guy: Kento Nanami

Serious. Understated. In linen and cologne that smelled expensive. His brows ticked slightly when he saw you noticeable for someone who barely blinked.

He walked over, slow and measured. “You look stunning.”

You cocked your head. “Thank you. I like a man who knows how to give a compliment without trying too hard.”

He gave a small nod. “Then I’m off to a good start.”

Third Guy: Suguru Geto

Shirt half-buttoned. Hair tied up messily. Tattoos full out, not a care in the world.

He sauntered over and gave you that lazy once-over, his eyes a little too familiar, a little too deep.

“You here to steal hearts or ruin lives?” he asked.

“Can’t I do both?”

He smiled like you’d already passed his test.

Fourth Guy: Toji Fushiguro

Tension. That was the word. You felt him before you saw him all that calm and dangerous charm rolled into one. Shirt off, muscles shameless, scars on display.

He eyed you from under thick lashes. Didn’t speak right away.

“You staring ‘cause I’m fine or ‘cause you’re confused?”

“Both,” he said. “You fine and confusing.”

Fifth Guy: Satoru Gojo

White hair. Blue swim trunks. A smirk that should be illegal. He walked in like he owned the damn place cocky, loud, too pretty for his own good.

“Oh wow,” he said dramatically. “I didn’t know they were hiring angels for this season.”

You rolled your eyes. “Try again.”

“Damn,” he muttered with a grin, sitting right next to you uninvited. “What’s your name, heartbreaker?”

You gave it. He repeated it slowly like he was tasting it.

“I like the way that sounds,” he said. “Might get used to screaming it.”

You choked on air.

Girls trickle in after.

Rena, with her dry wit and messy bun. Amara, loud, flirty, and unapologetic. Sasha, bold and competitive. Aya, all poise and a mystery.

Five girls. Five guys. One villa.

You all stood around the firepit, the sun warming your skin and the tension building in the air. Nervous laughter, side-eyes, and flirty glances passed between everyone. Then the producer’s voice echoed across the villa:

“Alright, islanders. Time to couple up but not the usual way”

Everyone perked up.

“Today’s mini challenge is called Pick & Pop. Each girl will choose a mystery balloon. Inside, there’s either a flirty question… or a boy’s name. If it’s a name, that’s your partner. If it’s a question, answer it honestly and then choose who you want to be paired with. Let’s get messy, shall we?”

You were first.

You stepped forward and popped a pink balloon. A slip of paper fluttered out:

“Who do you think is the most attractive guy here and why?”

A few hoots went up. Toji smirked. Gojo raised a brow.

You folded your arms. “I’d say Gojo… but only because I know it’ll go to his head.”

Gojo’s grin exploded across his face like you’d just handed him a trophy. He gasped actually gasped and placed a hand over his heart.

“You’re damn right, baby. Be serious I was the only real choice.”

He struck a fake model pose, flicking his imaginary hair.

“Gojo Satoru, six-foot-two, national treasure, and your man for the summer? Yeah. The universe is balancing itself.”

Sasha laughed under her breath. “National treasure is crazy..”

Everyone laughed, and you begrudgingly walked over to stand next to him. He threw an arm around your shoulder like he’d just won a championship.

Next: Sasha.

She popped her balloon it had a name: Nanami.

“Oh!” she said, blinking. “Okay, I’m not mad at it.”

Nanami gave her a small smile and held out a hand, helping her over like a gentleman. She bit her lip and adjusted her curls as she stood beside him.

“Well,” she muttered just loud enough for you to hear, “he smells expensive. I’m sold.”

Aya was next. Her balloon: Truth or Dare style.

“If you could steal a boy from another girl, who would it be?”

She gave a cheeky grin and pointed to Ino. “I like a guy who lifts.”

Sasha raised an eyebrow. “ohhh�� we’re stealing already?”

Ino looked stunned but thrilled, and walked over as Amara laughed, clearly not bothered she still had her pick.

Rena popped hers and out came Geto’s name.

He flashed her a smile as she approached. “Told you we’d be paired up,” he murmured, and she rolled her eyes but smiled back.

Sasha whispered, “They’re already giving power couple.”

Amara was last. Her balloon read:

“Kiss the guy you’d pick and go stand beside him.”

Toji licked his lips dramatically, already leaning forward like he knew what was coming.

Amara strutted up, leaned in… and kissed him right on the cheek.

“Don’t start trouble yet,” she whispered, grinning.

Toji shrugged. “Trouble? Me?”

Sasha turned to Nanami. “Yeah… he’s definitely the problem baby.”

Nanami sighed softly. “I can already tell.”

Now everyone was coupled up, and the boys and girls looked around some smug, some already second-guessing, some burning with jealousy.

“Congratulations, islanders,” the voice said. “These are your starting couples. But don’t get too comfortable — the real games are just beginning.”

To be continued..

taglist is open!!! comment to be added cutie!!

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𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑭𝑰𝑻𝑺? ⭑.ᐟ

SYNOPSIS. Ex Fwb!Eren & Poc!Fem Reader had a small fling senior year of high school going onto being college freshman’s. It’s been three years since then, and you both are no longer friends or benefits. Eren feels regret at the sight of you on campus. And later? At a party.

WORD COUNT. 5.5k

⊹ ࣪˖ CW. Suggestive (18+), angst no comfort, Eren yearning, mentions of light drinking (Eren) and smoking (Reader), hickeys, deep talks, making out, (non) sexual intimacy, Eren getting a taste of his own medicine, mention of Sasha, Connie, Jean (x reader kinda), Nerdmin, and lesbian Gothkasa 🤭

TAG LIST: @cc1306 @f4irygard3n @vampweeb

“You got all your stuff, babes?” Sasha asked you with a smile, grabbing her black and white leopard print purse from the back of her seat. “Yes ma’ammmm.” You happily hummed, finishing applying some lip gloss onto your smiling lips, now closing the mirror compact. “YAY! Let’s go have some fun.” Sasha cheered as you laughed, the both of you exiting the car.

The outfits you wore ate down, subtly shining against the moonlight while you two approached Connie’s Airbnb door, already hearing R&B music blaring inside along with a ton of other muffled voices. Probably belonging to the hefty line of cars parked on the curb. “Ready?” Sasha asked, hand on your shoulder. It’s been a minute since you’ve partied, busy 24/7.

But now? You were finally free to let loose.

And excited to be with your friend group again.

“Hell yeah. Let’s go, Sash.” You smirked at her.

Sasha nodded, squeezing your shoulder with comfort as she took her other hand to open the door. There it was, a hyped aesthetic party. Low neon lights glowing against the people inside. Smoking weed, laughing while playing ping pong shots, or just chilling together in random areas of the Airbnb. “I missed this.” You happily sigh out, nostalgic. “We missed you more, babe.” Sasha laughed. You pout, giving her a hug.

Sappy feelings fill your body, having so much love for your friend. “Aweee. Look at you getting all mushy on me.” Sasha jokingly cooed, wrapping her arms around you, gently moving you two back and forth. You roll your eyes, smiling. “Shush.” After the long platonic hug, you guys let go and moved into the marble designer kitchen. “Okay where are those party favors…” Sasha murmured, eyes scanning around the kitchen for a salty treat. That’s when you heard a certain flirty voice.

“Got one right here.” Connie smirked, a blunt in between his tattooed fingers. “Connie!” You exclaim with a smile, feeling him wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a side hug. “Hey, [✦]. Glad you could make it.” Connie smiled back, letting you go. “Me too, Con. I was gonna stay home but miss big back over here dragged me out.” You said, thumbing back at Sasha. “Hey! I am not a big back.” Sasha defended herself, muffled, at least four boneless wings stuffed inside her mouth.

“Right.” Connie chuckled. “Anyways, tryna spark up with me and Jean?” He offered, teasingly shaking the blunt in front of your dolled up face. Your irises light up at the sight. “Uhm yes?! Lead the way please.” Connie smirked at your words, nodding his head to follow him, as he began to walk towards the large living room. “I’ll just be in here! Sober.” Sasha called out, sarcastic. You laugh, glancing back at her becoming flustered at a tall blond wavy head suddenly approaching her.

So cute. Must be that Niccolo guy.

“Look who finally decided to quit gatekeeping herself.”

With hearing those taunting sarcastic words, you glance back at one of your close friends sitting down on the comfy couch. Manspreaded thighs with longish slicked back ash brown hair down his tattooed neck. Wearing a faux dark blue jersey with your favorite numbers coincidentally printed across the net material, hugging against his long sleeve muscles underneath. His tall handsome frame lazily facing your confident body.

Jean Kirstein.

With the smuggest look on his playboy face.

You let out a scoff, sitting down beside him as you adjusted your skirt covered thighs. His eyes gaze at you the entire time. “Yep. In the flesh.” You cooed, feeling Jean place his arm around you. “Mhm. Missed you, girl.” Jean said to you with a sweet smile, genuine. “Yeah? Missed you too, Jeanie boy.” You replied, glossed lips smiling back at him. Jean’s now blushing face scrunches at that stupid nickname you gave him. “Forget it.” You stifle a laugh, watching Connie spark up the blunt.

The three of you yapped each other’s ears off, reminiscing about your recent life affairs and memories of when you guys were younger. Passing the blunt around as the people around you kept getting larger. Connie always knew how to throw a function, making it enjoyable as possible, even if he didn’t interact with all of them at once. He was a true Mr. Popular. Little did you know, your intoxicated state was being watched.

By a pair of somber teal irises.

“Dude? You okay?” Armin asks, nudging a frowning Eren. The long haired man sighed, taking another long sip of his lime Buzz Ball. “I’m fine. Just thinking.” Eren mumbled against the can. Mikasa scoffed as she looked up from her phone, a pretty curly head girl sitting in her skirt lap. “It’s because of [✦]. You saw how he reacted when he saw her earlier.” She stated. Eren choked. “How the fuck do you know?” Eren asked, defensive.

“I’m just observant. That’s all.” Mikasa said, smiling a bit as her girlfriend began playing with her leather choker. “Mika, we should go ‘retouch’ my makeup.” Her girlfriend kissed against her pierced up ear, suggestive. Mikasa raised a black eyebrow, smirking. “Of course, baby…well, this is my cue to take my doll to the bathroom.” Mikasa waved, walking hand in hand with her. Eren sighed, feeling single as ever. Anxiety all in his belly.

Thinking about you.

Thinking about those days you spent together in the summer before college life began. Vivid images of the hangouts you guys did. Just the two of you with no one else around at all. Laughing. Smoking. Hugging. Talking. Kissing. Fucking. It was years ago, but it was as if the sweet memory was right here. It wasn’t…not the memory. You were here. At this neon party one of his close friends threw. Smoking so close to that Jean.

Something Eren did not expect at all from a girl like you.

Then again, three years is a long time…people change.

Eren changed a lot.

You evidently have too.

Fuck.

Was his heart supposed to sting this much at the sight of you?

“Alright, spill it. What was Mikasa implying earlier?” Armin questioned, his nerdy face irking, just finished taking a vodka shot. A deep sigh left Eren’s lips. “Remember…when I lost my virginity at 18?” Eren hesitantly started. Armin leaned back against the couch, feeling the shots start to hit. “Mhm…a long time ago. Need to lose mine.” Armin drunkenly blurted out. Eren’s green eyes widened at his best friend’s words, cringing.

“TMI, bro. TMI.” Eren sighed again. Armin cleared his throat, averting his eyes from some glammed up girl dancing. “Right, continue.” He responded, awkward. “Well…the girl who took it is here. She’s over there with Jean.” Eren pointed out, his ring covered fingers gesturing to you laughing at Jean, acrylic nails dragging down his dark blue jersey chest. His low eyes stare down at you, goatee lips smirking. Connie left a while ago.

“She’s hot.” Armin slurred.

“Armin! Fucking pay attention.” Eren exclaimed, annoyed.

“I just took like seven shots! I-I don’t know if I can…” Armin whined, feeling his vision blur into his naturally messed up one. Thin black glasses not helping shit. Eren groaned, hands styling his hair real quick, then fixed up his black fit to look a bit neater. “Whatever…fuck it. I’m gonna ask Connie for her number.” Armin’s aqua irises stare at Eren, surprised. “Too much of a wimp to ask her yourself?” Armin grinned. “Says the drunk tryna get laid. I’ll see you later, man.” Eren scoffed.

The brunet left the couch, grabbing his leather jacket.

“Dang…lonely, lonely, I guess I’m lonely.” Armin sang out under his breath, pulling out his Game Boy from his JanSport bag he brought. Eren discreetly moved past you and Jean still talking on the couch. Was he your man now? Nah, Eren would know. Connie being his friend and all would’ve spilled it on accident or some shit, since he was an extrovert. Eren then spotted Connie in the kitchen, checking on his party guests.

“Yo, Connie.” Eren called out, watching his buzzcut friend say his goodbyes to the guests. “Yeager! You enjoying my party?” Connie nodded, dapping him up. Eren dapped him back, leaning against the counter. “Yeah I’m chilling, but I uh, got a favor to ask you.” He hesitantly spoke. Connie crossed his lean muscular arms over his thin golden chained chest. “What’s up? Need more prerolls?” Connie asked with a nod, whispering the last part. ‘Cheap joints would be nice…ugh.’ Eren thought.

“I…no. Could you give me [✦]’s number?” Eren asked.

Connie felt his eyebrows subtly raise, intrigued. “For what?” Eren thinned his lips out, unsure of how to play this. Should he lie? Should he tell the truth? Fuck. Connie kept staring at Eren, awaiting his response. “I just…want to apologize to her. For something I did a long time ago.” Eren sheepishly said. Connie seemed content with that answer, now pulling out his iPhone. “You could apologize in person. She’s with Jean over there.”

Eren’s teal orbs glance back at the two of you, watching Jean get up to travel to the bathroom. “I could, but it’s better to play it off with a text first.” Eren murmured. Connie laughed, giving Eren your number. “Whatever you say. You can tell her I gave you her digits if she gets creeped out.” Connie smirked. “Fuck, I hope not.” Eren nervously laughed, saving your number. “Thanks, Con. See you later.” Eren nodded at him.

Connie jokingly saluted Eren, as he went back to attending to the people enjoying his party. “Okay…you can do this, Yeager. Just text hey. Or hi? Shit, what am I even doing…?” Eren sadly rambled to himself, his Nike feet walking towards the stairwell to sit down on the grey wood material. He glanced up at you across the neon room. Tipsy green eyes watching you hum to yourself while you applied more lip gloss onto your liner lips.

You looked so…pretty.

Oh screw it.

All of sudden, you feel your phone vibrate against your thigh, causing you to pause the lip gloss neatly spreading across your shiny open mouth. Closing the gloss cap, your fingers grab for your phone from the couch pillow. “Maybeeeee it’s Sasha.” You sang out to yourself, nails tapping against the screen to see who it was. It was an unknown notification text.

The fuck?

{ 12:11 AM } — Unknown

i didn’t know you went to party’s

The eyebrows on your face immediately furrow at the odd message your high glossy eyes read. Paranoia pools in your stomach at the idea of someone random having your number, let alone sending a text like that. Who the hell could it be? Obviously someone at the party. But who? You slowly glance up and look around the room. Everyone was getting wasted, smoking, dancing, or making out. ‘Weird…’ You thought.

You hesitantly text the number back, acrylics clicking.

{ 12:15 AM } — [✦]

Who tf is this???

The number texted back immediately.

{ 12:16 AM } — Unknown

it’s eren

What?

You blink your lashes a couple of times, trying to make sure you were reading the name of the unknown texter correctly. ‘Eren.’ You slowly thought. Wait— “Eren?!” You quietly exclaim, heart racing now. Oh hell. You were greening out. Yup, that’s it. You have been officially laced by Connie Springer and Jean Kirstein, cause there’s just nooooo fucking way this man was texting you after what? Three years? Yeah, no way. Nope!

In the corner of your eye, you spotted Armin on a distant couch, short blond hair subtly moving as he was locked in on a game. “Shit! Damn it, Link!” He scowled. You dryly gulped. Eren was actually here. No way Armin would just show up to a party like this by himself. Willingly. Or maybe he did…eh who cares? This was enough to know it was Eren texting you. Wait.

Doesn’t Eren have a girlfriend?

Or did they��break up?

Ugh, this is crazy.

Might as well see what he wants.

You’ve moved on anyway.

{ 12:19 AM } — [✦]

U still have my number?

{ 12:20 AM } — Unknown

i did but i had to delete it cause of my ex

connie gave it to me a few mins ago

Ah, so he’s single.

Not that it matters, you aren’t even interested in dating.

Are you?

{ 12:21 AM } — [✦]

I see

{ 12:21 AM } — Unknown

i was wondering if u wanna talk?

i’d understand y if you didn’t

Oh goodie!

Now your old crush friends with benefits wants to talk.

The guy whose virginity you took…

Who used your body.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t like that looking back, but it still hurt when Eren picked his friends over you. The friendship you two shared fading into non-existence, as the sex was nothing but an intimate memory locked away. Locked away for three whole years up until this moment. Why weren’t you cringing looking back at it? You frown your shiny lips. It’s the high…isn’t it? Still, it was enough for you to type away a short reply.

One out of curiosity.

{ 12:22 AM } — [✦]

Wya?

{ 12:22 AM } — Unknown

come find me 😈🙏🏼

Ah hell nah…

{ 12:22 AM } — [✦]

Boy fuck you

Blocked

{ 12:22 AM } — Unknown

CHILL

i’m by the wall near the stairs 😭😭

{ 12:23 AM } — [✦]

Yeah and u look like a loser 😒

{ 12:25 AM } — Eren

and you look gorgeous

Gorgeous? Oh hell…

Before you can even second guess yourself, you stand up from the soft couch, high irises staring through your lashes at the 6’0 cocoa haired guy standing against the wooden stairwell. Eren Yeager. Taking step after step, eyes locked onto each other until you reach him. Green orbs holding pure intentions that you couldn’t physically feel. Eren had a somber look on his tipsy face, brown eyebrows furrowing with a small frown.

Guilty.

Wearing a leather jacket you haven’t seen before, black shirt matching underneath it with a chrome cross belt holding up his blue washed jeans. He smelt…nice. Was that the same cologne he wore freshman year? Agh it doesn’t matter. Eren’s rose tinted lips part, about to speak. His olive tan skin already flushing with a light pink. “Hey. It’s been a minute.” He finally spoke, voice confident, not matching his previous expression.

You cross your arms over your chest, amused. “Tell me about it. Three whole years…damn.” You scoff, smiling a little. Eren nodded, matching your smile. “Yeah…how you been?” He asked, tilting his head back against the wall, staring down at you. Teal green eyes full of curiosity. “Good! I’ve gotten better at keeping my grades up and actually going out more. Clearly.” You responded, gesturing to the party. Eren lowly chuckled.

“Heh, considering you’re standing at a party? I’d say so. That’s nice though. Glad you’re doing good.” He sheepishly smiled, still keeping gentle eye contact with you. You looked…so much better up close. Outfit hugging against your figure so damn good. Your face card looking even more beautiful and radiant. Jewelry placed on your smooth skin, bringing out your tone. Eren clenched his jaw line a bit, not wanting his mouth to start drooling all over the place like a fool from how fine you looked.

“Thanks. How ‘bout you? Your family doing okay?” You asked.

Eren had the same guilty pang he felt when he saw you earlier today, punch him in the gut. Old memories of when you guys were cuddled up watching a horror movie on his couch, played inside his mind for a brief moment. You met his parents. His brother. You hung out 24/7 and had great talks. About stuff Eren couldn’t share with anyone else. Fuck. Did he…miss that?

Eren brought up his fist to clear his throat, smirking a little. “They’re uh, doing good yeah. But I’m fine. I just got a new job at that mechanic shop in the city.” He revealed, glancing away. Eren glanced back at you once he heard the soft clap of your hands cheering for him. “Really now? That’s awesome. Proud of you, Eren.” You tease, smirking at him. Eren smirked more.

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you.” He murmured, teal eyes staring into your makeup coated ones, longing. You then noticed how they slowly shifted down your outfit. Specifically to your breasts that were visible, pushed up a bit from your arms, his lips suddenly agape at the sight. A necklace charm laid against the curve of them, at the top. You then scoffed at him, face irking. “Look, Eren. If you’re looking for a quick fuck I’m not—”

“I didn’t grab your number to ask to let me fuck you. I…I wanted to apologize. For what happened freshman year.” Eren admitted, calm voice full of yearning. He had the same guilty expression from earlier, frowning once again. You thinned your glossed lips out, a hand on your hip now. “That’s sweet of you, but I already moved on from that shit. We’re in our twenties now. Who cares about the past?” You spoke to him, tense.

Eren sighed, running his finger through the longish browned wavy strands flowing down his neck. “I do. I shouldn’t have treated you like that…shouldn’t have cut you off because of my friends. Shouldn’t have distanced myself. Even when I knew you liked me! I shouldn’t have—” “Lemme guess. You shouldn’t have kissed me either? Shouldn’t have befriended me?” You interrupt him, feeling past hurt feelings arise again.

“Now did I say that? No. Just hear me out, [✦].” Eren pleaded.

You roll your eyes and lean against the stair railing, hesitantly giving your hand a gesture for him to continue. Eren let out a low sigh of relief, fixing his posture. Before he had a chance to speak, Connie turned down the current PartyNextDoor song that blasted throughout the Airbnb house. “YOOO! COME TO THE POOL IF YALL WANNA PLAY WATER VOLLEYBALL!” Connie announced, turning back up the music. Eren groaned.

It was short lived, as hella people started trampling down the stairs to rush towards the huge pool in the backyard. You and Eren’s intoxicated eyes widen a bit at them coming straight for you two, not caring who was in the way or not. That’s when you feel a strong hand pull your shoulder, body now pressing close up against Eren’s cologne scented chest. Holding you. Shielding you from the drunks racing to the pool. You and Eren quietly breathed out in relief, still in a tight embrace. “Whew…”

Once the crowd was gone, Eren kept holding you, his palm grazing against your clothed back. You pull away a bit to glance up at him. He was clearly flustered, but still remained calm. It was his natural expression after all. “You okay?” Eren whispered, leaning down a bit. Your glossed lips hummed, head nodding. “Mhm. I’m good…” You whisper back, giving him a small smile, grateful. Eren smiled back at you, relieved.

“Good. We should probably talk somewhere we can’t get trampled on.” Eren joked, slowly letting go of your perfect body, ringed fingers lingering for a brief moment. You nod while ignoring the pounding of your heart at the way Eren touched you a few seconds ago. Holding you attentively and protective. Shit…you gotta chill. “Got a spot?” You then ask with a raised eyebrow. Eren nodded, his lips forming a smirk.

“Course. Follow me.”

“Tastes good?” Eren smirked.

“Mmm...it’s good.” You murmured, squinting your eyes.

Eren chuckled at you, taking the recently opened Lime Rita Buzzballz from your hand, subtly brushing. The two of you were chilling on the LED stringed light balcony of the master bedroom. A spot where Connie told Eren he could relax at, knowing that he sometimes liked to get away. “It's okay if you think it’s gross.” Eren reassured you. You leaned your forearms against the wood railing, a soft pink glow shining on your face.

Underlining all your pretty facial features.

Eren held in a breath, blushing.

“I like it. Just a lil bitter.” You said with a thin smile, glancing at Eren moving to stand close beside you. He began leaning on the railing too, leather shoulder almost touching against yours. “That’s what alcohol tastes like, light weight.” Eren teased, taking another sip. You scoffed, playfully bumping his arm, hearing him laugh. It was almost scary how natural this was, talking with Eren again. It felt like freshman summer again.

A wave of angst hits your stomach, the weed enhancing it.

“Okay, enough small talk. Tell me what you wanted to say.” You assertively said to him, eyebrows furrowing a bit. Eren silently swallowed. He felt the pressure of actually talking to you about his feelings, eating him up inside. Making him sweat underneath his clothes. Against his palm holding his drink. “I was a fool at 18. Wasn’t mature at all. Just wanted to live in the moment and do whatever felt right...” Eren said.

You stayed silent, hazed eyes glancing at him a little. Eren’s ringed fingers gripped against the green can in his hand, frustrated at himself. “I kissed you because I wanted to. Not because I wanted to have sex. I didn’t even expect you to let that happen. I just thought you were pretty, and I trusted you enough with my feelings to let you get close…closer than most.” Eren vented, heart swelling with more regrets. Heavy.

“You thought I was pretty?” You suddenly joke.

Eren’s deep brown lashes blink at you. “Of course I still think you’re pretty. I mean have you seen you, [✦]? You’re fucking gorgeous.” Eren quickly said, facing towards you properly. He was closer now, his heart thumping fast from the vulnerable words leaving his rosy lips. Green eyes begging. They were begging for you. So dearly. You frown at the sight, the joke now going over your own head. “Eren…” You whispered.

“I fucked up. So bad. I can regret all I want, but I know that nothing I do now can change the pain I caused you. For that I’m sorry, [✦]. I just…wanted to make things right. To maybe even potentially be friends again. I miss you.” Eren hoarsely spoke, his hand dropping his drink, rolling along the floor. You gasp, feeling his strong hands gently caressing your arms.

“Please…I just…I don’t know what to do with these repressed feelings.” Eren whispered, teal eyes swelling with small tears. He felt broken, pathetic, and out of his tipsy mind. Your heart was beating just as fast as his. Eyes staring into his yearning ones with a similar look. Empathetic, but still very hurt at the past. “Just…shut up, Eren.” You lowly sighed, eyes narrowing.

“Okay…”

Smooch!

Eren felt his eyes go half lidded, rose ombré lips now having your glossed ones moving against them. Slow and sensual. You were kissing him. Oh fuck. Eren eagerly melted into your sweet kiss, moans escaping his mouth. Those ringed fingers found themselves holding against your waist, pulling your skirt body close to his leather one, desperate. “Ngh...missed you.” He rasped out, tears prickling his irises now falling down. “I missed you…hah…too, Ren.” You moaned, kissing him more.

All the angsty yearning Eren felt was poured onto your tongue, feeling his sluggishly lapping against yours, sharing tangy lime flavored saliva. A metal ball rolled along your taste buds, so eager for you. Woah, he had a tongue piercing now. It felt so good, making the hungry kiss more intense. “Need you.” Eren grunted into your glossy lips, panting. “I don’t mmngh—have a condom.” You whined, hands finding themselves in his hair.

“Don’t wanna fuck. Just wanna taste you.” Eren moaned.

“Shit—okay, Ren.” You breathe out, feeling his lips remove themselves from yours, thin strands of saliva connecting them. “Come here, baby.” Eren raspily panted. His tan veiny hands move under your skirt, grabbing your ass to lift you up. “Mmm, Erennnn.” You slurred while smiling, leaning your head over his black leather shoulder. “I’ve got you, pretty girl. Gonna apologize properly for what I did.” Eren whispered to you.

Your back was then laid against the white king size mattress, watching through intoxicated eyes at Eren removing his cold leather jacket. His beautiful muscles all on display for you to admire, hugging against his slight wrinkled shirt. Vein lines traveling up his forearms that were placed on both sides of your head, leaning down. “‘M so sorry, [✦].” Eren murmured, placing his soft lips against your face. You whimper, flustered.

“My God…y’look so fine.” Eren moaned against your cheek, now nipping at your skin, making your body shiver under his pressed against yours. His eight pack trying to escape his shirt to be closer with your clothed body. Eren made sure to place his belted waist below your skirt covered thighs, not wanting you to feel his girthed hard on. Shit, you were driving him insane. “Hickeys, Eren…mark me up.” You begged, feeling so high. “Y’Sure? Everyone is gonna see, baby.” Eren warned.

“I don’t care. Let them.” You cooed.

Precum gushed out Eren’s mushroom tip inside his tightened boxers. “Even Jean? Don’t care if that playboy fuck sees?” Eren growled, lips latching on your perfumed neck, not caring about the bitter taste. Your moans made up for it, sucking your throat against his pierced tongue. Denim dick print grinding into the sheets, reminiscing how he fucked your slicked pussy raw. “Nuh uh. Just need you, Ren.” You pant, eyes narrowing. Your throbbing clit was drowning against your soaked thong.

All because of Eren Yeager.

Eren’s tongue ran along all the cloud shaped hickeys against your neck, smiling. His hands near your head caressed your styled hair, gentle, as to not mess it up. “That’s right, pretty. Just me.” He panted, a little possessive. Acrylic nails start sliding up underneath his shirt, the pad of your fingers feeling all of Eren’s ripped back muscles, flexing as he marks you up. “Gosh, I really…ugh…missed you, Eren.” You moan, angelic.

“Mmm…I missed you more, [✦].”

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

“Party on you, party on you, party on you.”

That night you and Eren spoke again for the first time in three years, was exhilarating. He ended up giving you amazing head after he marked your pretty lil body up. On your breasts, neck, inner thighs, your ass cheeks, just anywhere he could suck your sweet skin. His long ringed fingers fucked into your wet walls perfectly, pierced tongue slurping up your clit like an ice cream cone. Sigh. What a long night. But today was Monday.

A new day.

A new you.

Eren was on the way to his next college class. He looked so happy, genuinely. A small smile on his rose tinted lips, thinking about that night you guys spoke. When the two of you were intoxicatedly intimate. The sexual chemistry was off the charts between you two…but Eren wasn’t really dreaming about that. You were on his mind the entire weekend. Your stare, your taste, the words you said to him played on repeat. Everything.

Eren didn’t get a chance to really text your number, being too busy with fixing up sports cars at the mechanic shop he told you about on Saturday and Sunday. Oh, how he wished he did, but he was lowkey nervous about bothering you. He didn’t want to push his luck with finally having you back in his life. Regardless, he was truly thankful to be in your good graces.

Man, he was so hyped to see you.

And he did, right now, watching you come his way.

‘There she is.’ Eren thought to himself, smiling more.

“Hey, [✦].” Eren spoke, voice deep and optimistic. Pausing his black Nike shoes walking to hopefully get your attention. Teal green irises then watch as you walked past him at a normal pace, AirPods inside your ears. Not looking back at all. Eren’s felt his heart sink a bit. ‘Maybe…she didn’t hear me.’ Eren tried to reassure himself, subconsciously turning around to follow your figure leaving. He played with his rings, nervous.

You then felt jeweled fingers grabbing your bag strapped shoulder, eyebrows now furrowing in annoyance. Glancing back through your lashes, you see Eren holding the same expression, except it’s not annoyance on his face. It’s anxiety. “Yes?” You asked, casual. Eren suddenly felt sick, lip balmed mouth slightly parting in surprise. “You didn’t hear me? I said hey…” He hesitantly spoke, smiling at you, heart racing.

“I heard you.”

Nausea filled Eren’s stomach to the brim. No…you weren’t being cold to him after Friday, were you? He thought he’d made things right by talking to you. Green eyes dart to your neck and your visible breasts, seeing the deep purple hickeys he gave you. You didn’t even bother to hide them. That must mean you still held sentimental value to that night, right?

“So you’re just gonna ignore me? I thought we had fun that night, [✦].” Eren questioned you, voice hoarse with worry.

“We did. That night.” You corrected.

Eren’s expression deadpanned at you, keeping eye contact with your nonchalant face. He could tell what you were implying. That Friday night was Friday night and that was it. He wasn’t going to give into your denial, not yet. He couldn’t. “What about the talk we had? About our lives and how—”

“Stop, Eren.”

Eren immediately stopped talking, almost submissive at your tone. He felt his rose ombré lips frowning against his will. “The head was good, the talk was nice, and being near you was even better.” You explain, glossed liner lips smiling, looking more cheery than you were a few moments ago. Eren felt a small beam of hope arise in his chest. He kept listening, eager.

“But…I think we should just be friends.” You say, walking away.

Eren felt like he just got shot.

A bullet to the heart, blood leaking out his soul.

Tears swell up in his eyes, shamelessly, in front of everyone.

He got deja vu from when he told you the exact same words.

Three whole fucking years ago.

Armin and Mikasa were now walking down the hallway, calling out for Eren standing in the middle of the building. Eren used his bare forearm to wipe the pathetic warm tears sliding down his face. “Sup.” He greeted, sniffling. “What’s got you crying at 11 in the morning?” Armin asked, pushing his slanting glasses up. Eren rolled his green eyes, walking with his friends now. “Nothing.” He stated. Mikasa whistled, checking out her nails.

“Nothing? It looked like your old ‘friends with benefits’ just broke up with you.” She pointed out. Eren immediately took his ring stacked middle finger to flip off Mikasa. “Fuck off. Your girl’s gonna leave your ass next.” He taunted, knowing Mikasa’s girlfriend liked to hop from chick to chick. “At least I have something to lose. Unlike you.” Mikasa said with a shrug.

Eren stayed silent, tense.

“Guys be nice.” Armin said with a diplomatic tone, placing a comforting hand on Eren’s shoulder. “Whatever. I’ll…move on.” Eren sighed out, frowning more. Still feeling like throwing up all over the schools color themed tile floor. What the fuck has he done. “Didn’t you confess your feelings? Not sure how that’ll affect your ‘moving on’ from [✦].” Armin suddenly said, removing his hand. Eren irked at him switching up his words.

“Armin, please.”

“Hey you made a choice, Eren. Now you’ve got to deal with the consequences.” Armin gently spoke, smiling a little while also trying to reason with his friend. “Consequences…” Eren murmured, watching your divine feminine being still walking away from him, now talking to Jean and Sasha. Just like how he walked away from your friendship all those years ago.

Two days apart, just like how you did him.

“Wait a sec—didn’t you two tell me to stop the fling in the first place?!” Eren suddenly bursted out in subtle anger, staring in between his friends. “Because you’re a lover boy! That fuck buddy shit wasn’t made for the kind of heart you got Eren.” Mikasa exclaimed back, feeling guilty for having to shout at him. Eren tears up again, remembering when he lied to you about “not catching feelings.” He knew he would. Like a loser.

He should’ve just told you the truth.

“Fuck. I know…” Eren murmured, his heart aching.

“Good. Now let her go.” Mikasa advised, stern.

Eren was now closer to you for a brief moment, turning his body to walk into his classroom, watching you smile against the wall, just like you did when he first saw you again earlier on that Friday. Looking just as perfect as you did near him. Near him on the wooden stairwell. Near him on that stringed light balcony. Near him on that king sized bed. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

‘Let her go.’ Eren repeated in his head.

A stupid line he would have to memorize to get over this.

© 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 | no reuploading, editing, or copying my works

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WORK WIFE - part 2

part 1, yes I made an alternative ending (I couldn’t decide plus i liked both endings)

The couch creaked under Nanami’s weight as he settled into it for the third night in a row.

No blanket. No pillow. Just the growing cold between you, and the ache in his back that didn’t even come close to the one in his chest.

You hadn’t spoken more than a few words to him since you found the note.

Miki’s fucking sticky note.

“Work wife.”

That stupid yellow square had done more damage than any knife could.

And tonight? You left him dinner, neatly plated on the counter untouched by you. You ate alone, again, and shut the bedroom door without a word.

He didn’t blame you. Hell, he barely blamed you for not slamming it.

You had every right.

But Nanami wasn’t a man who left things fractured.

So just past midnight, he stood up, knocked gently, and waited outside the master bedroom.

“…Can we talk?” His voice was low, almost unsure. Not like him.

Silence.

Then, after a beat, your voice came hoarse from crying, edged with exhaustion. “Door’s unlocked.”

He pushed it open slowly. The light was dim just the small lamp on your nightstand casting gold on your cheek. Your eyes were tired. You didn’t sit up. But you didn’t tell him to leave.

He walked in.

“I’m not here to defend myself,” he started, standing across the room like he was afraid to taint the space near you. “I just… need to explain. And I hope you’ll let me.”

You stared at him eyes guarded, arms crossed under your satin bonnet but nodded once.

He exhaled.

“Miki’s going through a divorce. She started talking to me after a few long days at work, and it… it was easy. She made me feel needed. Not in a romantic way. Just — appreciated. I didn’t even realize I was starting to enjoy the attention until it was too far gone.”

You didn’t look impressed.

He took another breath, shoulders tense. “But that’s not your problem. That’s mine. I should’ve told you about her from the beginning. The moment I found myself withholding her name, I betrayed you.”

You blinked eyes watering, but no tears fell. “I don’t want pieces of anyone else,” he said quietly. “I want all of you. You’ve loved me better than I ever knew I deserved, and instead of bringing you closer… I handed pieces of myself to someone who didn’t earn them. And I hate myself for that.”

You stared at him, lip trembling. “Why did you let her call herself your ‘work wife’? Why did you let her feel special?”

“Because I didn’t realize how dangerous it was. I thought it was harmless. I thought I was in control.”

“And now?”

“I realize I was lying to myself.” His voice cracked. “And I lost the right to your trust because of it.”

You sat up slowly, wrapping your robe around yourself tighter. “Did you ever… feel something for her?”

“No,” he said immediately. “Never. It was never emotional. It was never love. I never compared her to you I couldn’t. You’re… not comparable.”

You looked away, jaw clenched.

The room was quiet now, but the silence was sharp. You sat at the edge of the bed your bed, your room, the one you reclaimed after he betrayed the trust that used to live in it. He stood at the doorway, not daring to come any closer.

You didn’t look at him. You couldn’t. Not when that sticky note kept flashing behind your eyelids every time you blinked.

“I didn’t mean for it to get that far,” he finally said, voice hoarse. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You turned to him slowly, expression unreadable. “But you did.”

He inhaled like he’d been punched in the chest. “I know. I know that now. I—” his voice cracked. “I didn’t see it like that at the time. It was just lunch. Just a conversation. But I let her feel important. I let her call me that. I should’ve shut it down.”

Your lip twitched. “But you didn’t.”

“No,” he admitted. “Because it felt good… being that for someone. Having someone think I was dependable. Someone who didn’t see the cracks.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but you forced them back with a deep breath. “So what was I? The place you came to hide those cracks?”

He stepped forward and dropped to his knees. On the carpet. In front of you. Head bowed like he was ashamed to look you in the eye.

“No,” he rasped. “You’re my home. You’re the only one who’s ever seen all of me. I was a coward, selfish, even for giving her parts of me that were never hers to take. I just… I didn’t think. I didn’t think it would matter because I wasn’t sleeping with her.”

“And now you know it’s worse,” you whispered. “Because she got your thoughts. Your attention. Your time.”

His breath hitched. You watched him the way his shoulders shook as he bit down on a sob. The first tear rolled down his cheek, and then another, until he was openly crying.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out. “Please please, don’t give up on us. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’m begging you. I’ll do anything. I’ll cut her off. I already did. I’ll sleep on the couch for as long as you need. I’ll spend the rest of my life making this right.”

His hands trembled where they clutched your knees.

“I love you,” he whispered, broken. “I don’t want anyone else. I never did. I just… I fucked up. And I can’t breathe knowing I might lose you.”

Your chest ached. God, he was crying. Nanami Kento so composed, so collected was on the floor, completely unraveled.

Still, you stared at him, unswayed by the tears. You let him cry. You let him beg.

Because he deserved to.

And if he really wanted forgiveness… he’d have to keep begging tomorrow, too.

hi so as you can lowkey see I FOLDED in this one but ngl.. I have an alternative ending for you!!

Nanami was still on his knees, voice breaking, eyes wet. You watched him tremble, watched him beg and still, something in you stayed cold.

Because sometimes love isn’t enough.

You stood up slowly. His hands fell from your knees like dead weight, his face lifting toward you with a shred of desperate hope.

But your eyes didn’t soften.

“I loved you, Kento,” you said quietly. “Enough to trust you without question. Enough to give you every part of me.”

You reached for the doorknob, pausing only to look down at him one last time.

“But you gave pieces of yourself to someone else and I don’t want what’s left.”

He opened his mouth to say something anything but you didn’t wait to hear it. You walked out.

And this time, he didn’t follow.

Because deep down, he knew he’d already lost you

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WORK WIFE - KENTO NANAMI

summary- angst, no comfort ( ngl i might make a part 2), fem reader, okay now enjoy the story (part 2 is up!!)

You never worried about Nanami Kento.

He was dependable. Predictable in a way that made you feel safe like clockwork. Always home by 6:30, always kissed your cheek with the same calm affection, always asked about your day while your braids brushed his shirt. Never late. Never lacking.

So when you were organizing some papers in his work bag to help him prep for the next morning something you’d done a dozen times before you didn’t expect to find that.

A yellow sticky note tucked into his planner.

“Thanks for lunch again, Ken. I needed that convo you always know what to say. -Miki (your work wife) ”

You read it once. Then twice.

Your heart didn’t drop all at once no, it was slower than that. A creeping sort of numbness that turned into heat behind your eyes… Work wife?

You didn’t remember any “Miki” in the stories he told you. And he always told you about work. Always.

That evening, when he came home loosening his tie, asking gently, “Smells good darling what’s for dinner?” you didn’t answer.

You were already sitting at the table with the note in your hand.

He stopped mid-step.

“Who’s Miki?” you asked plainly.

His brows furrowed, and his eyes flicked down to the note. “Where did you find that?”

“You’re worried about the wrong things. Just tell me. Who is she?”

He sighed through his nose. “She’s a colleague. I sometimes have lunch with her. That’s it.”

“Work wife though?” You tilted your head, tone flat. “That’s what she calls herself, huh?”

Nanami didn’t say anything. Which said everything.

You shook your head, laughing once bitter. “You talk to her about shit you don’t even talk to me about, don’t you?”

“She’s easy to talk to. That’s not—”

“That’s not what, Kento? Not cheating?” you snapped. “You’re not sleeping with her, so I should be grateful?”

“It’s not like that. It was just conversation. She’s going through something—”

“Oh, and you’re her savior now?” Your voice cracked. “You had so many chances to bring her up. Even casually. You chose not to.”

He stepped closer, slower. “There’s nothing romantic. I didn’t hide her to be malicious.”

“Yeah?” you said, swallowing around the lump in your throat. “Then why does this feel like betrayal?”

He looked at you really looked at you and you hated that he had the nerve to still look soft. Like he hadn’t just torn something in you without even realizing it.

“You gave her parts of you I didn’t get,” you whispered. “And maybe that’s worse than sex because you let her feel like she mattered.”

Nanami said nothing.

And that silence was louder than any denial.

That night, you didn’t sleep beside him.

You curled up in your own pain, braids against the pillow, wondering if you’d just spent years loving a man who only knew how to give you most of himself —

never all.

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“MINE?”- TOJI FUSHIGURO

first angst story!!,no happy ending, black fem reader

You should’ve known better.

It started off like most messes do — quiet. Casual. He was around, but never all the way there. You’d see him when he wanted, hear from him when he felt like it. But when you were together? God, he made it feel real.

He’d sit between your thighs, head resting against your stomach like your body was the only place he found peace. You’d run your fingers through his hair, nails grazing his scalp, and he’d hum like a man being held for the first time in years.

“Don’t go fallin’ in love on me,” he’d joke.

And you’d laugh. But you already had.

You didn’t ask him for titles. Not at first. You were trying to play it cool — that grace where you pretend your heart isn’t showing even when it’s practically screaming through your chest.

You told yourself he was just guarded. That maybe he’d been hurt. That maybe he just needed time.

But time came and went.

Three months turned into six. You learned his habits — how he liked his eggs, the way he tapped his fingers when he was lying, the exact tone he used when he said he missed you but didn’t mean it.

And still, you waited.

Still, you hoped.

The night it broke? You were on the couch, legs across his lap, scrolling through your phone. He was talking about going away for a few days. “Business,” he said.

You weren’t stupid. You saw the signs. You just didn’t want to believe them.

“Are you seeing someone else?” you asked, voice low.

He didn’t even pause.

“Nah.”

Just like that. No emotion. No hesitation. Eyes on the TV like you hadn’t just put your dignity on the table.

You wanted to believe him.

But you didn’t.

The truth hit three days later.

A girl posted him. Hand around her waist. Face pressed to her neck. Caption: “Mine.” No tags. No mystery. Just confirmation.

It wasn’t even a private story.

He didn’t even hide it from you.

You confronted him, heart pounding, mouth dry.

“I saw the post, Toji.”

He stared at you for a second, then shrugged.

“So?”

That’s what gutted you.

Not the cheating. Not the lying. Not the months of being strung along like your time didn’t mean anything.

It was the shrug.

Like you were a mistake, not a memory. Like he didn’t even have the decency to pretend he gave a damn.

“I thought we were something,” you said, voice shaking, tears threatening.

Toji raised an eyebrow. Smirked.

“Did I ever tell you we were?”

Silence.

You felt your chest cave in — not from heartbreak, but humiliation. You’d loved a man who never once thought about loving you back. You gave him softness, patience, your whole self — and he handed it back in pieces.

“I was good to you,” you whispered.

“You were convenient,” he said.

And that was it.

No apology.

No regret.

He left you standing there, arms wrapped around yourself, breath caught in your throat like a scream you’d never let out.

Later that night, your friend texted you:

“He’s never been worth it. You didn’t lose him, he lost you.”

But all you could think was:

He didn’t feel like he lost anything at all.

And maybe that’s the part that hurt the most.

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Bro I js read the Sukuna thing you posted today and i refreshed now its gone💔💔💔💔 pls pls pls it was so good

oh my gosh I didnt think anyone read it😭😭 I’ll put it back up for you!!

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YOURS- SUKUNA RYOMEN

sukuna x black fem reader (fluff)

The sun was low, golden light pouring through the temple windows and casting long shadows across the stone floor. You sat near one of them, legs crossed, sipping from a warm mug of hibiscus tea. The scent of clove and rose stuck to your skin, blending with the earthy calm that always surrounded you—soft fabrics, braids spilling down your back, rings stacked on your fingers like armor.

Sukuna watched you from a distance, arms folded, lips curled slightly in amusement.

“You always this damn calm?” he muttered, voice rough with that trademark rasp.

You didn’t look up. “Only when I’m not dealing with cursed nonsense.”

He laughed under his breath, low and mocking. “Tch. Is that what you think I am to you?”

“You’re a lot of things,” you said, lifting your gaze slowly. “But right now? You’re a man trying way too hard not to sit next to me.”

Sukuna scoffed, stepping forward. “You’ve got a smart mouth, woman.”

“And yet,” you said, setting your tea down and meeting his eyes, “you keep coming back to hear it.”

He stood in front of you now, tall and imposing, pink hair catching the gold light, dark markings shifting subtly with his grin.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Hmph.” He crouched in front of you, two fingers tilting your chin up with just enough pressure to remind you who he was. “You act bold. Brave. But underneath that calm… I know you feel this too.”

You didn’t blink. “And if I do?”

His grin widened. “Then maybe you’re not as foolish as you look.”

He leaned in closer, voice dropping to a growl.

“You’re the only one who doesn’t cower. The only one who doesn’t flinch. It’s disgusting.”

You smiled, soft and slow. “But you like it.”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he kissed you.

It wasn’t violent. Wasn’t full of teeth or domination like you thought it might be. It was intentional. Controlled. Like he’d been thinking about it too long to let it be anything but perfect. One hand gripped your waist, the other threading behind your neck—his lips warm, moving against yours with slow hunger, like you were the first thing he couldn’t destroy.

And didn’t want to.

When he pulled back, breath still shallow, his voice came low and ragged.

“You’ll ruin me, woman.”

You touched his jaw, letting your thumb trace the edge of one of his markings. “You were never whole to begin with.”

He huffed, a sharp breath that was almost a laugh. “Tch. Still got that mouth.”

“Still got you listening to it.”

He stared at you—long, intense, unreadable—then leaned in again, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I don’t do soft. Don’t get used to it.”

“You don’t have to be soft,” you whispered. “Just be real.”

He didn’t respond with words this time.

Just stayed there, pressed close, letting the world fall silent—for once.

[softscripta]

SEEN-GOJO SATORU

“Tell Him” – Lauryn Hill

second blog woahh, black fem reader x Gojo Satoru

fluff fluff fluff!!!

The first time Satoru saw you, you didn’t even look his way.

You were sitting across the courtyard, shades on, legs crossed, locs wrapped up in a silk scarf, scrolling your phone like the world had to earn your attention. That quiet confidence? That presence? It hit him like a curse—and he’s never believed in fate, but something about you made him wonder.

He didn’t flirt right away.

Surprisingly.

Gojo might be loud, but he knows a woman like you isn’t moved by noise. So he watched, respectfully. Made his usual jokes smaller. Sharpened his eyes. Waited for the moment that wasn’t just about charm—but real connection.

Now—months later—he’s posted up on your couch, stretched out like it’s his favorite place on Earth. One hand on your thigh, the other flipping through your playlist.

“You really got Erykah and Lauryn playing back to back?” he grins. “What are you, some kind of goddess?”

You glance over your shoulder from the kitchen. “You say that like it’s a reach.”

He laughs, but you’re not joking—and he knows that. That’s what he loves. You stand on truth, wear your beauty like armor, and move like you built the ground under your feet. Satoru never tried to dim that. He just wants to stand in the light with you.

He watches you now, as you stir the pot on the stove—bonnet slightly slipping, locs coiled and neat underneath, skin glowing. You look good. Not just “fine” good, but real good. Balanced. Untouchable in all the right ways.

“You always this fine while ignoring me?” he calls, stretching like he’s bored. “Or am I being punished for falling in love?”

You raise a brow. “You didn’t fall, Satoru. You dove headfirst.”

“And I’d do it again,” he says, walking up behind you without shame, arms slipping around your waist. His chin rests on your shoulder, lazy and affectionate. “I love when you don’t play with me.”

“I never did.”

He laughs again, soft this time. You’re the only one who gets this version of him—still loud, still full of chaos, but… grounded. Gentle. Intentional.

“You good?” he asks after a quiet beat. “Like, really.”

You let your breath out. “It’s just been a long week. Work. People talking at me, not to me. I’ve been holding it all together.”

He presses a kiss to the curve of your jaw, then your temple. “You ain’t gotta hold it all together with me. Let it fall apart if it needs to.”

And he means that. With Satoru, the care is deep. He’ll run his fingers through your locs with oil when your scalp feels tight. He keeps your scarf in his drawer, right next to his sunglasses. He brags about you constantly—but never in a way that makes him look good. Just in a way that makes it clear you’re everything.

Later, when you’re finally curled up next to him on the couch, Lauryn Hill humming softly through the speaker and your head resting on his chest, he speaks again.

“You know I don’t just love how you look, right?”

You hum, not opening your eyes.

“I love the way you see through people. How you carry yourself like you’re never begging for space—just taking it. And how you got softness too. Not for everybody. But you give it to me.”

You open your eyes then, just a little. He’s looking right at you.

“I’m lucky,” he adds, voice low. “You don’t let everybody in. But you let me in. And I don’t take that for granted.”

You don’t respond with words.

You just shift closer, your fingers lacing with his. Because you know who you are. And now, so does he.

Satoru doesn’t love you despite your strength, your pride, your sharp tongue, your softness.

He loves you because of it.

And when he’s next to you, it’s not about saving you, fixing you, or softening you.

It’s about seeing you—and holding you down without ever holding you back.

[softscripta]

Unspoken - GETO SUGURU

fluff, implied black fem reader!

With Suguru, it was never about the grand gestures.

He wasn’t the man sending you flowers at work for show. He didn’t blow up your phone with paragraphs or promises. That was never his style.

Suguru showed his love in the way he moved around you quiet, intentional, like he was studying a language only you spoke.

He noticed the way your mood shifted by the tone of your “hey.” Knew when you needed space without asking for it. Picked up on the small things—like how you only wore your bonnet when you were truly comfortable, or how your whole mood dropped the second your scalp started itching under your knotless braids.

He didn’t talk about love. He lived it.

And the first time you really felt it, it wasn’t even romantic.

It was a Tuesday. Humid outside. Your ceiling fan was no match for the heat, and you’d been irritated all day. Your braids were still fresh, and long, with that perfect shine—but your scalp was still tender and sore.

You didn’t complain. You just sat on the couch, pink bonnet in hand, silent and tired.

Suguru walked in, read your expression, and said nothing.

He just sat behind you.

Poured a little Mielle oil into his palms. Rubbed them together.

And started massaging your scalp—slow, deliberate, careful not to tug too hard on the braids you’d sat seven hours for.

That was the moment you knew this man doesn’t just love you. He respects you. Honors the parts of you most people overlook.

One night, you’re curled into his side on the couch—bonnet on, hoodie too big, skin bare and soft beneath. Some random documentary plays in the background, but neither of you are really watching.

Your legs are thrown across his lap, and he’s massaging lotion into your calves—slow, absentminded, like it’s just part of the ritual now.

“You always do that,” you murmur, half-asleep.

“Do what?”

“Touch me like I’ll break if you’re not careful.”

He pauses. Then continues, even gentler.

“That’s because you’ve had too many people handle you like you’re supposed to carry their weight.”

You glance at him. He’s still watching the screen, but you know he means every word.

“You think I’m fragile?” you ask softly.

Suguru finally turns his head. Meets your eyes.

“No,” he says. “I think you’ve been strong long enough. Let me be the one who doesn’t ask you to be.”

You go still.

Because you’ve had love before—loud, reckless, surface-deep love. The kind that wanted your body, your silence, your survival. But this?

This is different.

He doesn’t need your perfection. Just your presence.

You shift in his lap and lean your head against his chest. His hand moves to your back, sliding beneath your hoodie to rub soft, slow circles into your spine.

Suguru doesn’t say “I love you” often. Not because he doesn’t feel it, but because the way he loves you is the language.

It’s in the way he checks your scalp without asking. The way he’ll wrap your braids for you when you’re too tired. The way he keeps edge control in his drawer just in case you crash at his place.

And when he finally does whisper, “I love you”, on a night when you’re not expecting it—when your bonnet is slipping and you’re halfway through a bag of chips and your playlist is playing low in the background

He says it like it’s nothing new.

Like he’s just giving name to what he’s been doing all along.