The twins! There’s nerdjo 🤭and then there’s fratjo too ig, I was really excited when i saw nerdjo trending so I grabbed the opportunity to draw him hehe
my therapist holding me down and rutting into me like "see? i told you you'd be soaked. it's a trauma response, completely natural. go ahead and let it all out. that's it, good job. crying is natural too. you should be proud of yourself for making so much progress."
most of the week you spent at onika’s house, the same way y’all always had, stretched across her bed with snacks everywhere and the tv running in the background. only this time, she had an agenda.
it started when she leaned over, chewing her hot fries slow and said, “you still think my brother fine, huh?”
you almost dropped your sprite. “what? no.”
“don’t lie. you been starin at him since middle school. i remember you sittin’ all stiff on the couch whenever he came in, actin like you forgot how to breathe.”
your face burned and you buried it in your sleeve but she pulled your arm down. “girl, just admit it.”
your voice came out quiet. “he is cute…”
she squealed into her pillow like she’d been waiting years for you to say it. “thank you! now we can get started. ‘cause you grown now and i swear if you let this chance pass, imma be mad for real. give me a week and you gon be ready.”
you tried to laugh it off but she was already dragging clothes out her closet the next day, piling them on the bed and pushing crop tops into your hands. you tugged at the hem when you stepped out of the bathroom, shifting uncomfortably but she snapped her fingers. “stop pulling at it. look.” she spun you toward the mirror. “that’s a body right there. imagine ony seeing you like this.”
your stomach twisted at the thought but before you could say anything, the door creaked open and onyankopon leaned in. his eyes moved over the scene quick, you standing there in clothes that definitely weren’t yours, onika grinning like a mastermind.
“what y’all doin’?” he asked, voice casual.
“none of your business,” onika shot back, throwing a shirt at him. “close my door.”
he chuckled, eyes flicking to you once more before he left. the door clicked shut and you dropped back on the bed, covering your face.
“see?” she said, her grin wide. “he already lookin’.”
after that, it was makeup. she sat you at her vanity with tubes of gloss and brushes lined up like a lesson plan. “all you need is simple,” she explained, slicking gloss over your lips and brushing the fresh lash extensions she did for you. when she turned you toward the mirror, you had to admit you didn’t look like the shy version of yourself you were used to. she smiled at your expression. “yeah. you gon break necks with this.”
she didn’t stop there. she made you practice little things—smiling without hiding it, holding eye contact, saying a line without your voice shaking. every time you tried and failed, she laughed and clapped her hands but never let you quit. “nah, do it again. you the prize here. stop actin’ like you not.”
time slipped by like that. one day she dragged you out to the smoothie shop and dared you to order without mumbling. another, she had you walking in front of her mirror just so you could see how much you’d started carrying yourself different. it didn’t feel like lessons after a while, more like her reminding you over and over that there wasn’t anything to be scared of.
by sunday, you almost didn’t want to go through with it but she wouldn’t let you back out. you sat at the kitchen counter, lip gloss catching the light, jeans fitting just right, pretending to scroll on your phone while your heart raced.
ony walked in, opening the fridge like he always did but this time when you looked up, you didn’t immediately fold. “hi,” you said, steady enough to surprise yourself.
he glanced at you, nodded back, and his eyes lingered just a second too long before he grabbed the orange juice.
“want some?” he asked, pouring himself a glass.
you nodded quick, voice soft. “yeah, thanks.”
he poured another and slid it across to you, then leaned against the counter sipping his own. you tried not to think about how close he was standing.
onika sat at the couch, sipping from her water bottle like she hadn’t orchestrated the whole thing. she met your eyes over the rim, smirking, and you knew she thought her plan was already working.
onika had decided that practicing at the house wasn’t enough. “you need field work,” she announced, twirling her gloss between her fingers. “if you only ever look cute in my room, then what happens when you see him in public? you gon freeze up.”
you groaned, flopping across her bed. “field work? girl, this is not a mission.”
“yes it is. your mission is to bag my brother. and lucky for you, i’m a good wingman.”
her version of wingman turned out to mean dragging you along every time onyankopon left the house. grocery runs? suddenly you were in the back seat. gas station stops? you were sent in with him to “grab a snack.” at first it was obvious—ony would arch a brow, glancing at his sister like he knew she was plotting—but he never complained.
he was subtle though. little things. holding the door open, even if you were lagging behind. offering you the aux when onika was on the phone. sliding you a drink from the fridge before you even asked. nothing big enough to make your heart race out loud but enough that you went home every night replaying it in your head.
the real test came when onika decided y’all were going to “hang out with the boys.”
you froze. “what boys?”
“his friends. connie, eren, jean—you know them.”
you did know them. mostly from seeing them around school years ago, when they were already driving and too cool to look your way. they were ony’s homeboys—loud, tall, and the kind of funny that made you feel like you’d get roasted just for existing.
“absolutely not,” you said.
“absolutely yes,” onika shot back. “stop bein’ scary. you not gon learn confidence sittin’ in my room.”
so that’s how you ended up squeezed next to her on the curb outside the corner store, sipping slushies while the boys leaned against ony’s car, talking trash and laughing at things you didn’t totally catch.
they didn’t pay you much mind at first, which honestly was a relief. onika did enough talking for both of you, jumping in their conversations and tossing her braids like she’d been one of them forever. you just sat, sipping slow, watching how relaxed ony looked in his element—arms crossed, head tilted back as he laughed at something jean said.
you tried not to stare but it was hard not to.
eventually, connie noticed. “why she so quiet?” he asked, squinting at you.
you choked on your straw, and onika swooped in before you could answer. “she shy, that’s all.”
“shy?” eren grinned, leaning forward. “ain’t nothing wrong with that. we don’t bite.”
jean smirked. “speak for yourself.”
the group erupted in laughter and your face burned. ony didn’t join in—he just looked over at you for a second, eyes softer than his friends like he could tell you were embarrassed.
“leave her alone,” he said finally, shaking his head. “y’all gon scare her off.”
your chest tightened a little at that—him noticing, him saying something. it was nothing big, just a line thrown out in the middle of all their noise but it felt like everything to you.
onika bumped your shoulder with hers, whispering so only you could hear. “girl, he’s already protecting you. relax.”
you rolled your eyes, sipping your slushy to hide the smile tugging at your lips.
when it was time for you to go back home after spending the week with your best friend, the house was quiet in a way that made your skin prickle. no onika blasting music, none of ony’s friends stomping around, not even the hum of the tv in the background. it was just you, your reflection, and the shopping bags piled on your bed.
you sat there for a while, staring at them like they were heavier than just fabric. onika had made you buy half the mall—crop tops, skirts, dresses that clung in places you weren’t used to showing off. and you wanted to wear them, you really did. you just weren’t sure if you knew how.
finally, you pulled out the first dress. it was simple, a soft brown mini that hugged your waist, and slipping it over your head felt like stepping into someone else’s life. you studied yourself in the mirror, smoothing the fabric down, turning side to side. it was different. you looked… grown.
you laughed nervously to yourself, mumbling, “girl, what you doin?” but you kept going.
soon your floor was littered with tags and hangers, and you were cycling through outfits like a runway show. a denim skirt with a cropped tee, a pair of low rise jeans that showed just a sliver of stomach, even the strappy little tank that onika swore was “the one.”
each outfit made you stand taller. you found yourself tilting your chin, shifting your hip, practicing smiles and poses like you were testing out personalities.
when you pulled out the small makeup bag, you hesitated. you weren’t much of a makeup girl—mascara on a good day, maybe gloss if you remembered—but tonight you tried. soft concealer under your eyes, a little blush brushed across your cheeks, lip liner smudged carefully before gloss. it wasn’t perfect but staring into the mirror you almost didn’t recognize yourself.
you sat back on the bed, legs folding under you, and that’s when he slipped into your mind. onyankopon, with that calm smile he didn’t give to everybody. the way his voice had dropped soft when he told his boys to chill, protecting you without making it a big deal.
you let the memory play again, slower. his height towering over you, the stretch of his shirt across his shoulders. the faint cologne he wore, warm and sharp. the way his eyes had held yours for just a second too long.
heat curled low in your belly. you shifted, thighs rubbing together and a little sigh escaped before you could catch it.
your hand slid down, tugging your dress up until it bunched at your hips. your fingers grazed the soft fabric of your panties and you shivered at the light touch.
you leaned back on one elbow, the other hand drifting lower, pressing gently at first. the thin cotton grew damp quick, your hips rolling up into your palm like they couldn’t help it.
you let out a breathy laugh, whispering to yourself, “oh my god,” before biting down on your lip.
you pushed your panties aside, fingertips finding the slick heat waiting for them. the first stroke had you gasping, the sound filling the quiet room. your back arched off the sheets, your toes curling against the edge of the comforter.
you circled slow at first, teasing yourself, imagining it was ony’s hand instead of yours. bigger and rougher. you pictured him standing behind you in the mirror, watching you melt.
your breaths came quicker, lips parting as you tried to stay quiet. but little whimpers slipped out anyway, muffled when you pressed your face into your pillow.
your fingers slid lower, dipping inside. the stretch made you moan, soft and broken, your hips rocking down to meet the rhythm you gave yourself. the slick sounds filled the room, sticky and wet every time you pulled your fingers back.
you whispered his name into the pillow, the sound trembling, almost desperate. the thought of him hearing it, the thought of him saying yours in that deep voice—god, it made your walls clench tight around your fingers.
your free hand gripped the sheets, pulling hard as your thighs shook. the pressure built fast, a knot curling tight in your stomach. you sped up, chasing it, your body moving with frantic need.
your breath stuttered, voice breaking into soft, wet gasps as the wave hit. your hips jerked, grinding down against your hand as pleasure crashed over you, hot and blinding.
you came undone on your own bed, legs trembling, slick dripping down your thighs, your lips wet with gloss and your own spit from biting down so hard.
the room was still again after, except for the sound of your shaky breathing. you pulled your hand back slowly, staring at the glistening mess on your fingers.
a laugh bubbled up, weak and breathless. “girl, you really lost it,” you whispered to yourself, face burning even though nobody was there to hear.
you collapsed back against the pillows, dress still bunched at your waist, stray hairs sticking to your damp forehead. and even as you tried to steady your breathing, his name lingered on your lips.
you showed up at onika’s door that saturday like you always did but today felt different. the mini skirt hugged your hips in a way that made you stand taller, the cropped tee riding just high enough to show a sliver of skin when you moved. your braids framed your face perfectly, lashes brushing your cheeks every time you blinked, lips glossy with that faint shimmer onika had insisted you buy.
when she opened the door, her eyes lit up. “okay, miss thing,” she grinned, pulling you inside. “look at you. you ate that.”
you laughed, tugging at the hem of your skirt like you weren’t about to melt. “girl, stop.”
but she didn’t stop. she circled you once like a stylist inspecting her work, then gave an approving nod. “this the one. trust me.”
the sound of a door clicking down the hall made your stomach flip. before you could brace yourself, ony appeared, heading toward the kitchen in sweatpants and a plain white tee. casual. effortless. the kind of look that made your throat dry up.
he slowed when he saw you.
his eyes dragged once, not in a way that felt disrespectful but in a way that made it clear he noticed. the hem of your skirt, the way your braids brushed against your shoulders, the gloss catching the light. for a split second, his brows lifted like he almost didn’t recognize you.
“oh,” he said, voice low, casual. “what’s up.”
your “hey” came out softer than you meant but you didn’t back down. not this time. instead, you stepped further into the kitchen, purposefully brushing past him on your way to grab a bottle of water like you belonged there.
he didn’t move out of your space, either. the counter was wide but he leaned against it, close enough that your shoulder nearly grazed his arm when you reached.
the silence stretched. your pulse hammered but you kept your chin up, twisting the cap off your water like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“you… look different,” ony said finally, eyes dipping once more before meeting yours again.
you bit back the urge to hide behind your hair. instead, you tilted your head just slightly, lips glossed and curved in a small smile. “in a good way?”
his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smirk. “yeah,” he said simply. “in a good way.”
behind you, onika cleared her throat loud enough to snap you out of the moment. “alright, y’all,” she said, grinning like she hadn’t just been eavesdropping from the doorway. “can we get back to our plans or what?”
“plans?” ony asked, glancing at her.
“girl’s day,” onika answered quickly, shooting you a look only you could read. her silent little you’re welcome.
you rolled your eyes at her but couldn’t hide the quiet spark of excitement thrumming in your chest. you’d done it. maybe just a small step, maybe just a tiny ripple, but you’d pushed into his space and he hadn’t pulled away.
if anything, he’d leaned closer.
the afternoon drifted by slow, the kind of lazy saturday where nobody was in a rush to do anything. you and onika had half a movie playing in her room, but when she suggested moving to the living room, you didn’t question it—you knew what she was doing.
ony was already out there, posted on the couch with his phone in hand, one arm stretched across the backrest like it was his spot and always had been. he barely looked up when y’all walked in but you caught the way his eyes flicked quick over your outfit again before dropping back to the screen.
onika dropped onto the other end of the couch and with the kind of grin that gave her away, patted the cushion right beside him. “sit here,” she told you. “better view of the tv.”
your heart lurched but you didn’t argue. you slid into the spot next to him, careful at first, the faintest brush of your thigh against his sweatpants.
the movie started again but you couldn’t focus. you were too aware of his warmth beside you, the quiet weight of his arm stretched behind your shoulders. not touching, not yet, but close enough that if you leaned back just a little, it’d be there.
you laughed louder than usual at a dumb joke on screen, part nerves, part performance. ony glanced over at you, one corner of his mouth quirking like he found you funnier than the movie.
you pretended not to notice, reaching for the bowl of chips on the coffee table at the same time he did. your fingers brushed his. quick and soft enough to make your breath hitch.
“my bad,” you said, pulling back.
he shook his head. “you good.”
his voice was calm and it sank straight through you.
onika didn’t say anything but you could feel her eyes on you from across the couch. she was pretending to be wrapped up in the movie but the little smirk tugging at her lips gave her away.
after a while, ony shifted, leaning back deeper into the couch. when his arm adjusted on the backrest, it brushed your braids, fingertips grazing strands like it wasn’t even intentional. you froze for a second, then let yourself relax, leaning back just enough to let the distance between you shrink.
your heart was pounding but you stayed there. close enough that the scent of his cologne—warm, a little woodsy—wrapped around you.
you didn’t say much, didn’t have to. your presence in his space was the loudest thing about you and judging by the quiet glances he kept sneaking your way, he noticed.
eventually, onika stretched like she was bored, grabbing her phone. “i’m bout to call my man real quick,” she announced, standing up. “don’t pause it, i’ve seen this before.”
and just like that, she left you alone with him.
the silence pressed in, thicker now that it was just the two of you. you fiddled with the hem of your skirt, trying not to squirm under the weight of his attention when he finally set his phone down.
“you been around here more lately,” he said casually, like he wasn’t calling you out.
you bit your lip, meeting his eyes for half a second before looking back at the tv. “yeah… guess so.”
his chuckle was low, soft. “guess so.”
and though the room was quiet, your pulse was anything but.
the movie played on but you couldn’t keep track of the plot anymore. all you could feel was the heat radiating off ony, the subtle weight of his arm stretched just behind you and the quiet space between your thighs and his.
when you shifted to adjust your skirt, his eyes flicked down then back up. the look was so quick you might’ve missed it but your heart caught it and wouldn’t let go.
he leaned a little closer, not enough to make it obvious but enough that his voice felt like it was just for you when he spoke.
“you don’t really care about this movie, do you?”
you blinked, caught off guard. “huh? yeah, i mean… it’s fine.”
his lips curved in a half smile. “nah. you been watching everything but the screen.”
your stomach flipped. you opened your mouth to deny it but the words got tangled in your throat. instead, you laughed soft, shaking your head. “you observant, huh?”
“gotta be,” he said, leaning back just slightly, like he was letting you decide how close to let him stay. “especially when somebody lookin this different all of a sudden.”
your pulse kicked. you swallowed, your fingers twisting the hem of your skirt. “you keep saying that but different how?”
he tilted his head, eyes lingering just long enough to make you squirm. “grown.” his voice was smooth.
your lips parted, gloss catching the light. you hadn’t meant for it but the next words slipped out before you could stop them. “so… in a good way?”
his smile deepened, subtle but there. “yeah…in a good way, like I said before..”
for a second the air felt charged, heavy with the possibility of what could happen if you leaned in just a little more. his knee brushed yours, deliberate this time, testing. your breath hitched but you didn’t move away.
and then—
“what y’all talkin about?” onika’s voice cut through the tension as she strolled back in, phone in hand. she dropped onto the couch without missing a beat, sliding herself between you and ony like she hadn’t just shattered something fragile.
you tried to compose yourself, tugging your skirt down and grabbing a handful of chips like your heartbeat wasn’t going wild. ony only chuckled under his breath, low and amused, before reaching for his phone again.
“nothin’,” he said simply. his eyes flicked to you once more and the weight of it lingered long after onika sat down.
the movie ended in the background, credits rolling while onika scrolled through her phone, barely paying attention. you gathered your things, tucking lip gloss back into your little purse, pretending like your hands weren’t trembling from how close ony had been all night.
he stood when you did like it was nothing but when he caught your eye he asked quietly, “you need a ride?”
“oh—” you glanced at onika, who just waved her hand like it was nothing. “yeah, that’d be cool.”
the walk to his car felt heavier than it should’ve. the night was warm, the air sticky sweet with magnolia and fried food drifting from the corner. every step you took in your sandals clicked against the pavement, echoing the beat of your pulse.
inside the car, the quiet was thick. the hum of the engine and the faint bass from his stereo filled the space but it still felt like everything was balanced on the edge of something unsaid. you caught him glancing over at you at red lights, the corner of his mouth curving like he knew you noticed.
halfway to your place, you shifted in your seat, tugging at your skirt. “thanks for the ride,” you said softly, even though you weren’t there yet.
“no problem,” he said. his voice was calm but his hand drummed once against the wheel before he added, “you know… you don’t gotta be so nervous around me.”
you laughed under your breath, a shaky little sound. “who said i was nervous?”
he pulled up in front of your building, cutting the engine. the silence that followed was sharp, almost electric. he turned his head, leaned back against the seat, and let his eyes linger.
“nobody had to,” he said finally.
your breath caught. the car suddenly felt too small, too charged. your lashes lowered, glossed lips parting and it was like that tiny shift was all he’d been waiting for.
he leaned in slow, giving you time to pull away. you didn’t. instead you met him halfway, lips brushing tentative at first before the spark caught and deepened.
the kiss was warm, steady, and then hungrier when he tilted his head, his tongue sliding against yours just enough to make your thighs press together. you made a sound you hadn’t meant to—a soft, needy hum—and he groaned low in response, hand coming up to cup your jaw.
heat rushed down your spine. you kissed him back harder, twisting in your seat so you could lean into him, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt. the windows fogged faintly, his cologne heavy in the air, the wet sound of your mouths filling the space between breaths.
when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you catching your breath.
“you sure this is what you want?” he asked quietly, his thumb brushing the edge of your lip where the gloss had smeared.
your pulse thudded, boldness rushing in before the shyness could choke you out. “come inside,” you whispered, barely louder than the hum of the car.
the look he gave you in that moment—surprised then amused—burned hotter than the kiss. he didn’t even hesitate, just shut off the headlights and got out to follow you upstairs.
the second your bedroom door shut behind you, ony pressed you back against it, his hands braced on either side of your head. the kiss picked up where it left off in the car—slow at first, then hungrier, his tongue coaxing yours until you were whimpering into his mouth.
you gasped when his hand slid down, gripping your waist, thumb brushing the bare skin between your crop top and skirt. the heat of his palm burned into you, grounding and thrilling all at once.
“mm, you don’t know how long i been waiting on you to stop actin so shy around me,” he murmured against your lips, voice low and teasing.
your breath hitched. “i—”
“shhh,” he cut you off, leaning down to kiss along your jaw, trailing to your neck. “just let me talk. you listen.”
you nodded, already pliant under him.
he tilted your chin up with two fingers. “this your first time?”
you shook your head, cheeks warming. “my second…”
ony’s smirk softened into something more approving. “good. then you already know a little. but i’ma still take my time with you.”
his hand slid down the curve of your thigh, hitching your skirt up slowly. the sound of the fabric shifting was loud in the quiet room. your breath stuttered when his fingers brushed the edge of your panties, tracing the outline without moving in yet.
“so sensitive,” he muttered, watching your lashes flutter. “you already wet for me?”
a shaky sound left your throat, half a whimper, half a yes.
he chuckled low, the vibration against your neck making you shiver. “lemme hear it.”
“y-yeah… i am.”
“that’s my girl,” he praised, finally slipping his fingers past the thin cotton. the wet, slick sound when he slid through your folds made your whole body jolt. you gripped at his shirt, thighs squeezing together around his hand.
“relax,” he murmured, pressing a slow kiss to your lips as his middle finger circled your clit, steady and patient. “open up for me. you can take it.”
you moaned quietly, the sound caught in his mouth. your hips twitched forward, chasing the rhythm he set. every wet stroke against your clit made your stomach tighten, the pleasure building too quickly.
“don’t run from it,” ony said firmly when you tried to twist away. he used his free hand to grip your hip, holding you in place. “you feel good, don’t you? then stay still and take it.”
“mm—o-ony…” your voice broke, breathy and desperate.
he groaned at the way you said his name, slipping a finger inside you. the stretch was slow but deliberate, his gaze fixed on your face as you gasped.
“tight lil pussy,” he muttered, working you open. “you gon squeeze me like that when i’m inside?”
you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders as he added a second finger, scissoring gently. the wet, messy sound of his fingers fucking into you filled the room, mixed with your breathless whines.
“look at me,” he said, tilting your chin again when you tried to hide your face. “you can be shy all you want, but when you in my hands, you don’t get to hide. you let me see everything.”
your chest rose and fell rapidly, eyes glassy as you forced yourself to meet his. the intensity in his gaze nearly undid you.
when your legs started to shake, he eased his hand back, pulling his slick fingers out to press against your lips. “open.”
hesitant but burning inside, you parted your mouth. he slid two fingers in, slow, watching your lips stretch around them.
“good girl,” he praised, voice deep. “suck.”
you whined at the command but obeyed, tongue swirling around the taste of yourself. his groan rumbled low, his cock already straining against his sweats.
“you ready to feel me now?” he asked, pulling his fingers free and wiping them on your thigh.
“yes,” you whispered, surprising yourself with how eager it sounded.
his smirk returned, darker this time. “then get on the bed. hands and knees.”
the way he said it left no room for hesitation.
you crawled onto the bed, your body humming with nerves and want, knees sinking into the mattress. your hands pressed into the sheets, heart racing as you waited.
ony’s weight dipped the bed behind you, his presence overwhelming in the best way. you heard the soft rustle as he tugged his sweats down, the quiet hiss under his breath when his cock sprang free.
“arch that back for me,” he said low.
you obeyed, trembling as you lowered your chest and pushed your ass up. the cool air brushed over the wet cling of your panties before he hooked a finger in them, tugging the fabric down slow.
“fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his hand smoothing over your bare ass. “look at you. been hidin’ all this from me?”
your face burned. “n-no…”
he chuckled, leaning down to kiss the dip of your spine. “don’t gotta be shy no more, baby. this all mine now.”
you shivered when he slid the fat head of his cock through your slick folds, not pushing in yet—just letting you feel the weight, the heat, the promise. the sound was wet and obscene, your body already begging for more.
“you hear that?” he murmured, dragging himself back and forth against your clit until you whimpered. “that’s how bad you want me. pussy talkin for you.”
“please,” you breathed, voice cracking.
“please what?” he teased, pressing the head against your entrance, not moving further.
“please… fuck me.”
he groaned at the way you begged, finally pushing forward an inch. your walls clutched around him instantly, the stretch making you gasp.
“goddamn, you tight,” he gritted, holding your hip steady. “breathe, baby. let me in slow.”
he fed you more of him inch by inch, pausing when you clenched too hard. your breath came fast, little cries escaping as you adjusted to the thick intrusion.
“good girl,” he praised, rubbing your back soothingly. “you takin me so good. relax for me, yeah?”
you exhaled shakily, your body loosening just enough for him to sink deeper. the stretch bordered on overwhelming, but the fullness had you moaning into the sheets.
“that’s it,” he whispered, finally bottoming out with a deep groan. “feel me all the way in there? that’s mine now.”
you nodded frantically, unable to form words.
he stayed still for a moment, letting you get used to him before pulling back slowly. the wet drag of his cock sliding out of you made your whole body jolt, and when he eased back in, the glide was easier.
the first thrusts were steady, measured, each one accompanied by the sound of your slickness and his low curses. your moans grew louder, hips pushing back against him without thinking.
“that’s it,” he encouraged, his grip tightening on your waist. “fuck me back, don’t run. i got you.”
the rhythm built gradually, his pace picking up as your body melted around him. every thrust made your ass clap back against his thighs, the sound filling the room with your breathless cries.
“fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, leaning over you, his chest against your back. his hand slid under your body to rub your clit in slow circles.
the added pressure made you cry out, legs trembling as your climax coiled tight. “ony—oh my god—”
“don’t hold it,” he growled against your ear, voice rough with control. “let it go for me. i wanna feel you cum on my dick.”
your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. your pussy clenched down hard, the orgasm crashing through you in waves. you screamed into the pillow, whole body shaking as the pleasure tore through you.
“that’s my girl,” ony groaned, fucking you through it, his thrusts turning rougher. “squeezin the life outta me.”
the wet, messy sounds grew louder as he chased his own release, hips snapping harder until he let out a deep, guttural moan. he spilled inside you, cock pulsing with every spurt, holding you pinned under him while he emptied.
the room was thick with the smell of sex, the sound of your shared breathing filling the silence. he kissed your shoulder once, a softer touch after the intensity.
“you good?” he asked, voice husky.
you nodded weakly, still trembling. “yeah…”
he smirked against your skin, pulling out slowly and watching his cum drip down your thighs. “better than good. you mine now.”
the next morning your phone lit up before you were even fully awake. a new number. the name at the top: ony 🖤.
you had to bite your lip to keep from squealing. it wasn’t just that he gave you his number—it was the little heart he’d put next to it.
all day, you kept sneaking peeks at it, your stomach flipping every time. by the time you packed your bag for the sleepover at onika’s, you were ready to burst.
her room was the same cozy chaos it always was—clothes everywhere, the faint smell of floral lotion and burning incense. you two sat cross legged on her bed with face masks on, scrolling through your phones.
you’d been holding it in as long as you could. finally you whispered, “so… i got somethin to tell you.”
onika didn’t even look up. “what? you finally gon admit you ate all my hot cheetos last week?”
you rolled your eyes and nudged her. “no, for real.”
her eyes flicked to you, curious now. “what?”
you hesitated, the words caught between nerves and excitement. finally you blurted it out in a rush, “me and your brother… we kissed.”
the way onika gasped nearly made you cover her mouth.
“bitch. bitchhhh. my brother?” she squealed, grabbing your arm.
“shhh! not so loud,” you hissed, looking toward the door like ony might walk in.
she threw her pillow at you, wide-eyed and grinning. “don’t tell me that’s all you did—”
your silence gave you away. your face heated under the mask, and you couldn’t stop the little shy smile tugging at your lips.
“OH MY GOD. nah. nahhh. you didn’t—” she clutched her chest dramatically. “my best friend fucked my brother? this is a soap opera.”
you smacked her leg, whispering frantically, “keep your voice down!”
onika collapsed back on the bed, kicking her feet and laughing so hard she almost cried. “i knew it was gon happen. i been tryna set y’all up for years but damn… i ain’t think you’d actually fold.”
“i didn’t fold,” you muttered, hiding your face in her pillow. “he—he kinda… took the lead.”
“oh my goddd.” onika fanned herself like she was overheated. “girl, that’s my brother. ew. but also? i’m proud of you. you really stepped outta that shy girl shell.”
you peeked at her, lips twitching. “you not mad?”
“mad?” she sat up, grinning like a devil. “please. if anybody’s gon be my sister-in-law, it better be you. but just know i’m never gonna be normal about this. like ever.”
you both dissolved into laughter, the kind of loud, breathless giggles that only came out during sleepovers.
later that night, when the room was dark and you were half buried under blankets, onika whispered, “so… he got good stroke or what?”
you groaned into your pillow, kicking her this time. “oh my god, shut upppp.”
her laugh echoed in the dark, mischievous and unrelenting. “nah, you definitely gotta tell me.”
you groaned into your pillow. “nooo, i can’t.”
“yes you can. that’s my brother, you have to tell me.” she poked your side until you swatted at her. “come on. i know you wanna get it off your chest.”
your heart raced just thinking about it again. still, the words spilled out before you could stop yourself. “okay… but you better not make it weird.”
“girl, it’s already weird,” she snorted. “but i’m ready. spill.”
you pulled the blanket up over your face, muffling your voice. “he… he kissed me in the car. then we came inside and… it just… happened.”
onika gasped dramatically. “nah, don’t skip. what happened? did he… y’know…”
you bit your lip, cheeks burning. “he had me on my knees on the bed. told me to arch my back. i thought i was gonna die right there.”
“OH MY GOD.” she clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from cackling too loud. “not him bossin you around like that.”
“shhh,” you whispered but you couldn’t help laughing a little too. “and he… he was so big. like i didn’t think it was gonna fit.”
“girl, stop. ew. that’s my brother.” she kicked her feet, half horrified, half intrigued. “but also… keep goin.”
you hid your face deeper under the blanket. “he made me say please before he even gave it to me. like… just had me whining.”
onika gagged so loud you both broke into giggles. “ew ew ew. not you begging my brother. i’m never looking at you the same.”
“i’m serious though!” you said, laughing through your embarrassment. “he kept telling me i was his girl, and like—ugh—i can still hear his voice in my head.”
“you so down bad,” she teased, shaking her head. “i can’t believe my nerdy ass best friend is gettin railed by my brother and loving it.”
“i didn’t say all that,” you muttered, but your grin gave you away.
“nah, you did,” she said, eyes wide with mischief. “you was in here tellin me about how you was archin your back and beggin. girl, that’s crazy.”
you both burst into another fit of giggles, rolling around in the blankets until your sides hurt.
when the laughter finally died down, onika turned serious for half a second. “so… you really like him, huh?”
you hesitated, then nodded, soft. “yeah. i think i do.”
she smiled, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe it. “welp. guess i’m doomed to be the third wheel. but at least you finally stepped outta your shell.”
“shut up,” you said, throwing a pillow at her.
the room filled with laughter again, the kind that only came at sleepovers—loud, shameless, and impossible to hold in.
the sleepover wound down the way they always did—face masks peeled off, snacks half eaten on the nightstand, and onika passed out with her bonnet slipping off one side. you laid next to her in the dark, wide awake, your mind buzzing with too many thoughts.
your phone vibrated under the blanket. you slid it out quietly, the glow lighting your face.
you up?
your heart skipped. you typed back fast.
yeah
a pause. then another buzz.
come to my room
you swallowed, sneaking a glance at onika’s sleeping form. her soft snores filled the silence.
your thumbs trembled.
she’s sleep rn
exactly. slide thru
your stomach flipped. you slipped out of bed slow, careful not to wake her and padded down the hall in your little sleep shorts and cami. ony’s door cracked open before you even knocked.
he leaned against the frame, bare chested, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. the dim light behind him threw his muscles into shadow.
“knew you’d come,” he said low, smirking as he pulled you inside.
the door clicked shut soft, sealing you into the warmth of his room. your pulse roared in your ears, every sense lit up.
“ony…” you whispered, not sure if it was a question or a warning.
he stepped closer, caging you against the wall. “don’t worry. she’s out cold. ain’t nobody gon hear you.”
your breath hitched as his fingers trailed up your arm, slow and deliberate.
“you know i couldn’t stop thinkin bout last night,” he murmured, his mouth brushing your ear. “how good you felt. how sweet you sounded when you begged me.”
your thighs pressed together, heat flooding you at the memory.
he tilted your chin up, forcing your eyes to his. “so what you gon do now that you snuck in my room? you gon be a good girl and let me touch you again?”
the question sank into you like a dare, your body answering before your mouth did—you nodded, trembling.
his smirk widened, dark and pleased. “that’s what i thought.”
he kissed you then, deep and claiming, one big hand already sliding down to grab a handful of your ass. you whimpered against him, but he swallowed the sound, pressing his body harder to yours.
“shhh,” he murmured against your lips, smirk tugging. “you don’t want her hearin, do you?”
you shook your head, breath shaky.
“then keep it quiet for me.”
he pulled you to the bed, sitting on the edge before tugging you between his knees. his hands slid up your thighs, fingers brushing under the hem of your shorts.
“take these off,” he ordered, voice low.
your hands trembled as you peeled your shorts down, panties damp and clinging. ony’s eyes darkened, his cock already thick under his sweats.
“fuck,” he muttered, pulling you onto his lap. “been wantin this pussy all day.”
you gasped when his fingers slid between your folds, slick and wet. the obscene sound made your face heat but your hips rolled into his touch without thinking.
“already drippin for me,” he teased, pressing two fingers inside. the stretch made you whimper, walls clenching around him.
“quiet,” he warned, covering your mouth with his free hand when a moan slipped out. “you too loud, baby. you want your best friend wakin up to this?”
the thought made your stomach flip, shame and thrill tangling until you were soaking his fingers.
he smirked, curling them just right until your body jerked. “that’s what i thought. you like it nasty but you ain’t tryna get caught.”
he pulled his hand free, licking his fingers slow just to make you squirm. then he shoved his sweats down, his cock heavy and flushed, veins thick under your gaze.
“c’mon,” he whispered, lining himself up. “sit on it.”
your breath caught but you braced your hands on his shoulders and lowered yourself. the thick head stretched you slow, inch by inch, until you were gasping into his neck.
“fuck, you so tight,” he groaned, gripping your hips. “take all of it. don’t stop now.”
you sank down until he was buried inside, the fullness making your eyes roll back. ony hissed through his teeth, holding you there while your walls fluttered around him.
“good girl,” he praised, voice rough. “now move.”
you rocked your hips, trying to keep steady but every drag of his cock made you want to cry out. ony noticed, smirking as he wrapped his hand around your throat, not squeezing, just holding.
“keep that voice down,” he murmured. “don’t make me cover your mouth again.”
you nodded frantically, biting your lip as you bounced in his lap. the wet slap of skin meeting skin filled the room, obscene and risky.
he groaned low, fucking up into you now, his pace harder. “that’s it, baby. ride me like you mean it.”
your nails dug into his shoulders, breath breaking into muffled whines. the coil in your belly snapped, your orgasm tearing through you so hard you had to bury your face in his neck to keep quiet.
“ohh, that’s it,” he growled, holding your hips down, grinding into your spasming walls. “squeezin the life outta me.”
he thrust up rougher, chasing his release, until he spilled inside you with a deep groan, forehead pressed to yours.
the silence after was thick, only your panting filling the room. ony smirked, brushing your hair back.
“you dangerous,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. “gon have me fuckin you in this house with her right next door.”
you giggled breathlessly, still shaking but leaned into him anyway.
“and you,” he added, tapping your chin so you’d look at him, “better not act shy tomorrow. i want you walkin round this house like you mine.”
The thing that angers me the most about Charlie Kirk getting killed due to gun violence is seeing people post about him, mourning him, saying he was a great guy that didn't deserve it BUT when school shootings happen, they are radio silent.
When its kids getting killed in this country at school these poeple ignore it.
When its people at church getting killed these people ignore it.
When its people at concerts, movie theaters, grocery stores...people ignore it.
When it's people being killed the same way in other countries for land and oil, people ignore it.
But when a man who he HIMSELF said that people getting killed in this country due to gun violence is a price to be paid to have the Second Amendment all of a sudden it's a topic to address. Suddenly the flags in this country are at half-mast. Suddenly, there's moments of silence at sports games.
This man looked a Palestinian woman in the eyes not so long ago and said that Palestinian people do not exist.
This man said that if his 10 year old daughter (who is a baby right now) was ever raped and needed an abortion, he would force her to give birth.
He said that if he saw a Black pilot on a plane that he would hope he was qualified and said the civil rights act was a huge mistake.
He called trans people abominations.
He was against any migration to this country legal or not.
He said that Black people were targeting white people in this country.
He opposed gay marriage.
He said that empathy was a made up new age term.
He was ALL about violent facist rhetoric but now that it got aimed back at him, its a problem.
ⓘ masturbation video ᚐ friends with benefits ᚐ jerking off ᚐ overstimulation ᚐ whimpering (?) ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟑𝟔𝟎
chris’ breath hitched as he filmed himself jerking off in front of the large mirror, his right hand fisting his cock furiously as he swallowed thickly, biting back groans and moans that threatened to leave him with every stroke on his overly sensitive cock.
there were streaks of cum on the sink and the bottom of the mirror, easily letting you know that he came plenty of times before filming the video. his jaw was clenched tight, white boxers pulled down to mid thigh and fingers gripping his phone so tightly that his knuckles had gone white as his other hand kept on stroking his shaft.
a small sound between a whine and a whimper finally escaped him when he stopped and palmed his tip, teasing himself. "mmfh-mm, ffuuckk – juust like that." he breathed out quietly, almost inaudible as his fingers wrapped around his cock again, imagining it as your hand as he started to move his hand up and down his shaft, slowly picking up pace again.
his breaths were coming in short gasps and pants as he felt that same flutter in his stomach—indicating his impending orgasm. his eyes rolled back briefly when he squeezed himself just right, his thighs trembling and twitching, his lips parted. "haahh—mmph-ahh, sh-shit-- shit-shit!" he started to fist his oversensitized shaft faster as the bands in his abdomen grew taut with each stroke.
until it snapped.
chris’ vision blurred with tears of pleasure, a few already rolling down his face as his orgasm crashed over him for the nth time tonight, loud moans and profanities fell out of his parted lips freely as he kept on jerking off, hips twitching with each rope of cum.
after the last little spurt, he just stood there, dick in hand and shuddering as he tried to catch his breath. he ended the video after a few seconds and immediately sent it to you, typing out a nonchalant 'for you ma' despite his otherwise not so nonchalant state. a smirk tugged at his lips when he saw those three little dots appear at the bottom of the screen.
oh how he loved sending you explicit videos randomly.
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✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ this was js sum’ random, but i fuckin’ love this so bad like stop #needthat! ×-×
— nate jacobs quotes ♡⋰:⋱✧ | exactly what he needs
❝It's not all bad, I guess. Also gives me an excuse to talk to you.❞
❝I may not care for history, but I think it's sweet that you do.❞
❝Well, it may’ve only taken eleven years, but we’re friends now. I just… I just wonder what things might’ve been like had it happened sooner.❞
❝Why don’t you wear your hair down more often? It looks very pretty like this.❞
❝Do you want to hold my hand?❞
❝I just wish you could see what I do.❞
❝I like seeing you happy like this. You don't smile nearly enough.❞
❝But, Y/N, I really, really like you. Being around you is just...so fucking easy. You're easy to talk to, to hang out with, to text with. And you're incredibly beautiful. And kind. And smart. Honestly, I could go on for the next hour, if not longer, about all your admirable qualities. Suffice to say that I'm very-much interested in being with you. And if you feel the same way that I do, then maybe we can give this a shot.❞
❝You were abandoned by your mom. Your dad, too, essentially. The last thing I want is to be one more person to leave you. So I don't plan to.❞
❝Listen, I'm not saying everything is going to be like a picture-perfect fairytale all the time, but I think so long as we're both happy, give each other our all, and consistently work at what we have, then we'll both be happy.❞ (...) ❝Just in the time we've spent together, I've already opened up more to you alone than I have to anyone else in I can't tell you how long. I trust you.❞
❝Oh, baby, I am going to make you so fucking happy.❞
❝Morning, angel.❞
❝I hope you know I intend to spoil you fucking rotten.❞
❝Let's get one thing straight, you desperate whore, if you screw this up for me, you won't like what happens to you. You have no idea the things I'm capable of—the lengths I'm willing to go to—when someone tries to destroy my life or take someone I love away from me.❞
❝Stay the fuck away from me, and even further away from Y/N. If I find out you've said another word—so much as come near her... Just try me, Cass.❞
❝Can I get a kiss for good luck?❞
❝Alright, I have to go get ready, my little good-luck charm.❞
❝I want you. All of you. Being intimate with you is just one part of it. I don't plan on having sex with you tonight. When I take your virginity, I want it to be perfect. For your sake.❞
❝Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are? What seeing you like this does to me?❞
❝Lie back on the bed, sweetheart.❞
❝This what you want, sweetheart?❞
❝You want me to let you cum, baby?❞
❝Good girl.❞
❝We're not leaving until you've picked out something for me to buy for you.❞
❝I told you yesterday that I plan to spoil you fucking rotten. I like buying you presents, sweetheart. So let me.❞
❝I want you to feel as happy as you've made me in the time we've spent together. Because I've never met anyone like you. Someone so good-natured and empathetic and affectionate.❞
❝I've never had that before. From anyone. So it makes me want to...to be better. It makes me so fucking happy to do things for you. To take care of you. I feel like maybe you bring out the softer side of me—the best of me.❞
❝I want you to cum on my hand.❞
❝What's wrong, baby? Tell me what you need.❞
❝Go on, sweetheart, cum for me.❞
❝That's it, baby, I know. I know it feels good.❞
❝You look so fucking beautiful. Cum on my leg, sweetheart. You're almost there. Come on, baby.❞
❝So wet for me, aren't you, baby?❞
❝I bet if I checked them, your panties are fucking soaked right now. Aren't they?❞
❝You wet for me, baby?❞
❝There you go, angel. Take what you need.❞
❝She came to me a fucking virgin, for one. I sure as shit couldn't have said the same for you.❞
❝I know exactly what she's wearing because I put it on her!❞
❝She's everything I've ever wanted. You can't hope to hold a fucking candle to her.❞
❝You're the girl you brag to your buddies about making another notch in your belt for. She's the girl you marry and provide a life for.❞
❝Yes, Cassie, I fucking love her!❞
❝Oh, baby, c'mere.❞
❝Are you going to be a naughty girl tonight, then?❞
❝You're all mine. Every part of you.❞
❝Can you tell me that, angel? That you belong to me?❞
❝I'm going to take your virginity tomorrow.❞ (...) ❝And when I do, you're mine. Forever.❞
❝Do you want to touch my cock, sweetheart?❞
❝I finally realized what I needed, instead of what I thought I wanted.❞
❝I love you, too.❞
❝I feel like we were meant to find our ways back to each other.❞
❝God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Do you even understand how beautiful you are?❞
❝You’re so perfect… You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Y/N.❞
❝If I take my time…it won’t hurt as much. Please let me take care of you, please.❞
❝The only thing I need you to do is relax for me. Let me do everything else. This is about you, not me. I want—I need—your first time to be perfect. Let me give that to you. Please.❞
❝Stay still for me, baby. Just let yourself adjust to me.❞
❝Shh, that’s it, angel. Just like that. Take your time.❞
❝It’ll sound fucking stupid, but it felt like two people—two souls—coming together.❞
★ — genre + warnings: fluff + boys being boys, casa amor, connie and reiner are the REAL lover boys and no one can change my mind !!!
★ — a/n: i have a bat boys version on my other blog :)
꒰ EREN JAEGER ꒱
ꔛ everyone’s favorite pretty boy or highkey most hated in america, no in between. I feel like he’ll be either very miguel codex or slightly rob coded, aka either open asf or an “onion”
ꔛ he was quite friendly and engaged himself with everyone, platonically or romantically. he gave like a brotherly vibe or “best friend’s brother” vibe
ꔛ butttt I will say that eren was a bombshell that EVERY girl was swooning for and loved all the attention that he got. he was being indecisive on which girl he’d couple with cause he really wanted to get to know everyone
ꔛ a lot of people in america either disliked the way eren moved in the villa or understood where he was coming from. he honestly has tried multiple connections but it seems like none can click in a way that he wanted, no matter how much he tried :/
ꔛ as days and couplings pass, eren decides on the person that was for him, another new bombshell that everyone loved as well. your aura was radiating soft colors, friendly, kind, and a safe space for eren. ever since then, eren has been nothing but smiles, laughs, and always exuding soft love towards his couple
ꔛ with you, he felt like he could see himself in the end, make your relationship official, and show you off. he’s always smiling after you guy’s chats, talking about the outside world and expressing how much he adores you, slight flirting here and there but that’s typical eren
ꔛ every time you guys recoupled, eren’s speeches were short and sweet. some of them weren’t his best but it was still cute how he tries to express himself for you
ꔛ neowwww casa amor, I fear all his respect flew out the window and he just did his own thing. did he think about his couple from time to time? sort of….but he did excuse himself by saying he was testing yall connection (typical male behavior). though, during the casa recoupling he felt his heart drop when he came back with another girl and saw you standing all by themselves, dolled up and waiting with open arms. just to be embarrassed by this man and the girl who stole all his attention
ꔛ for days, he would try to win you back but he started feeling like there was no going back after casa. he made breakfast, wrote cute notes, talk to your friends, any and everything he tried all he can to win them back. in the end, he accepted his actions, the feelings he hurt, and broke it off with the girl he brought back. even after that, he kept up with the little actions to show how sorry he is and slowly won his way into america’s heart :)
ꔛ in the end, eren got eliminated before the final 4. he wasn’t mad at it, sulked a bit cause he’ll miss his friends and all the amazing people he met but he does understand why he didn’t make it to the end. also gave himself time to enjoy you in the real world and potentially become a real couple
꒰ CONNIE SPRINGER ꒱
ꔛ oh connie, the lover everyone wants in their lives. he’s so kordell coded, it’s actually sick just thinking about it; he’s charming, sweet, patient, and funny asf. he was america’s favorite boy and you can tell he definitely didn’t mind the attention
ꔛ I would say he’s an og and got along well with everyone, however didn’t really have a connection. he was in a couple but that didn’t necessarily work out and it kinda broke him, he thought he was gonna be eliminated and don’t experience the love he deserves :/
ꔛ but God bless, you came in as a bombshell and stole that boy’s heart quickly. the boys teased him about how they can practically see heart eyes in connie’s eyes as you entered, but can you blame him? you were stunning, your outfit fitted you well, and your beauty made his pound, he thought he could it for a second
ꔛ ever since you entered, he was all over you and pulling you into multiple chats. he really wanted to get to know you and beg that there could be something between the two of you and there was! it wasn’t there initially but as time passed, you felt giddy when you saw him :)
ꔛ throughout your time with him, he would rave on about how much he adores you, compliment your appearance and personality, doing everything in his willpower to show how much he genuinely likes you. he didn’t force himself on you, he gave you enough space and let you figure out where you stand with him
ꔛ the first time, y’all coupled together, oh that boy was grinning ear to earrrrrr. your speech wowed him and made him fall for you even more. as he approached you, and spun you around, he just can’t get over you he can’t help it. it feels like bright colors and giddiness as he was around you
ꔛ oh casa amor was his BIGGEST villain. he contemplated on staying but the boys convinced him that this will be like a mini vacation from the villa, trust them!! oh how he wish he didn’t listen…
ꔛ casa was fun and he did enjoy the girls that he met, he kept his distance as well and tried to respect himself for those three days. however this one girl was just temptation in a bikini; batting her eyes, touching him in all the right places, knowing exactly what to say to win cornelius over and I fear it worked….
ꔛ one kiss outside challenges and connie became allured by this girl. his hands on her body, enjoyed being sweet talk by her, being clouded by everything she says and does. well, ‘til the morning after, he wakes up and realizes how great of a mess he made for himself. he kissed another girl which lead him into a slight panic cause he won’t know how you’ll handle the news; his heart dropped to his ass when he realized how much he disrespected you
ꔛ the recoupling after casa wasn’t the prettiest, even when he didn’t walk in with ole girl. he did enough in casa and bringing that girl back would’ve done more collateral damage. however, when he received news that you knew what happened, he knew he couldn’t recover from it. he became apologetic as you stood there with an emotion that was anything but excited or happy to see him
ꔛ he spent, and I mean DAYSSSSS, winning you back. he would try what eren did and he went above and beyond to win you back. cooking you breakfast, apologizing daily, write notes, pull you for a chat and try to explain himself, tell you how much he missed you during casa, and try to convince you how sorry he was. it hurts him extremely that you’re upset with him instead of joking and smiling with him like you guys used to, and he was even more hurt when he found out how much you cried while casa and after casa
ꔛ america screamed at you to please take him back cause he’s trying to prove himself that he does like you and didn’t wanna hurt you like he did. y/n pleaseeeee take him back, he’s been silently sobbing in his bed for four days cause he missed you :(
ꔛ the recoupling where you did forgive him, oh he almost lost it (in a good way). he almost cried when you chose him cause he misses your presence, your chats, your beauty, everything about you and no one could have replaced that for him. he didn’t want any chance to ruin what y’all built AGAIN, no matter how tempting
ꔛ connie made it to the final four and won WOOOOOO!!! america already loved him but the dedication and his authenticity to win you back made the perfect love story to win america over. I mean who doesn’t love male groveling ;) ?
꒰ REINER BRAUN ꒱
ꔛ THE BIG, SOFT BLONDIE <33333. he’s kind, sweet, a great helper, extremely understanding, and always there for others. he grew such great bonds with everyone and everyone in the villa loved him from day one
ꔛ an og in the villa that seems to be the most favorited but can you blame them? plus, he wears his heart on his sleeve and isn’t afraid to express himself with every person he’s interested in. he enjoyed his chats with everyone but he enjoyed yours the most, you bring this sort of energy that reiner can’t point out but adores it so well
ꔛ he instantly clicked with you from day one and expressed how much he’s interested in getting to know you. ever since then, you guys were joint at the hip and barely leaving each other’s side, and everyone in the villa always comment how much you two complement each other as you’re together
ꔛ he held your hand during your chats, let you lay on him, give you his full attention, giving you everything you need to know how much he’s invested in you. small compliments, breakfast with your fave drink, made you fruit bowls for snacks, given massages here and there, gave you small kisses, the list can go on how much reiner did for you
ꔛ every time the guys joked about how down bad reiner is, he just took it and agreed. he doesn’t mind being mister romantic for his couple, even after bombshells would pull him for dates and/or chats. he always found himself running back to you <3
ꔛ america’s lover boy and they couldn’t hate him one bit and the amount of fangirls he got? oh goodness, now everyone wants a reiner in their life
ꔛ oh reiner hated casa amor, he liked that he let himself experience it but one kiss outside challenges made you realize how much he missed you. he missed being your arms, he missed your smile, he missed your presence that brought him an immense amount of comfort and happiness. he could barely bare being without you
ꔛ thankfully, all the casa girls gave up and stopped trying to go after him from how much he sulked about missing you
ꔛ after casa was a bit….off. reiner was a bit anxious to tell you that he kissed someone and was scared that you were gonna leave him, he couldn’t let that happen! he worked up the courage to tell you and was ready to accept any sort of punishment that could come, including being apologetic until he was back on your good graces
ꔛ you and reiner ended up either being runners up or the winners! america couldn’t get enough of this big softie who had so much admiration and respect for his couple. he didn’t mind the results, he was just ready to get out the villa and make everything official with you <3
꒰ JEAN KIRSTEIN ꒱
ꔛ at first, america wasn’t really a fan of jean, just like with eren. came off a bit conceited but that ddin’t stop anyone to explore jean and they very much didn’t regret it
ꔛ I would say jean is also an og who quickly hit it off with the guys. some of the girls, not as quick or not as close as he wished to be. there was one person whom he wished he hit it off but it just couldn’t click for a period of time (you)
ꔛ it kinda hurt jean a bit that you guys didn’t get along romantically but it didn’t stop him from wanting to explore you with every chance he got. he’d pull you for chats, do small, romantic gestures, anything to get you
ꔛ even as he was coupled up, he made it clear that he was still open until the recoupling where the boys chose. oh jean was elated to be ready to pick you, his speech was so pretty and emphasized his growing crush on you
ꔛ as episodes passed on, they realized how much of a sweetheart jean is. his recoupling speeches were always thought out and held nothing back. he also made it a habit to kiss your cheek every time you guys recoupled
ꔛ there was a time where a bombshell stole jean and he did explore her. however, that was short filled and fizzled into just friends, mans was just too stuck on you
ꔛ mannnn, casa amor, oh casa amor. he didn’t mind going to casa, as he approached it with the mindset that he was just testing yall relationship, right? wrong! those three days lead to jean explore in a way that even he didn’t expect out of him. it’s not that he didn’t care about his couple but he sure tricked himself into that he was testing himself and boy did he fail!!!
ꔛ to make things worse than he already is, he brought a girl back like wtf. as you stood there, looking stunning waiting for jean, he brings in a girl and your heart shattered. you thought he genuinely liked you but now it seems to be a different reality of who jean is
ꔛ jean didn’t explain himself, he tried to but every excuse had himself look lousy. he gave up and couldn’t even look in you the eyes. a tear trickled down on his face as he realized the the damage he has done
ꔛ time after casa, he would give you space but still pull you to tell you how sorry he is. at times, he would ditch his chosen casa girl to apologize and show how sorry he is. additionally, he was quick to cut things off with the girl which didn’t end well…
ꔛ you would question if he was being genuine and did he ever think about you during casa. he said he did and he completely regrets casa for even existing. he spent days upon days to show remorse for what he has done. he didn’t need to and shouldn’t have tested yall connection just to prove something to himself, and he knew that
ꔛ he started to lose faith that he might lose you forever, around the villa sulking and being lowly. even as the boys encouraged him, he couldn’t bear to accept their advice and would instead go to your friends to figure out what to do
ꔛ you did take him back after one night where yall sat in soul ties and he explained how heavy his heart felt from potentially losing you, sighs coming out when he saw that your doesn’t light up when you see him, or how you would dump him and be with another man. it was a hefty speech that that included extreme emotions, ‘I miss you’, ‘please take me back’, lengthy explanations on why you’re the one he wants and not the other girl, how he would change for himself and you. he’s saying anything so you could take him back and thankfully it worked in his favor
ꔛ in the end, jean ended up in third place :). he enjoyed his time in the villa and felt like he came out as better person, to himself and to you. after the villa, you guys continued to grow what you had and became official in the way of a beautiful picnic and a heartfelt love letter
𖥻 I miss writing for aot BADDDDDDD. like yall don’t understand how much I miss writing for my babies 😣
𖥻 here’s how I see it. connie is kordell, reiner is kenny but white, and eren is miguel. change my mind !!
𖥻 I wanted to make connie and reiner’s longer but had to stop myself 🧍🏽♀️. blame champagne coast by blood orange
𖥻 bye babes, drink your water and I love you MWAH 💕
𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: ephesians 3:20-21. glory to be God, I love Him so much
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