#but man I feel like I can’t relax on campus and that everyone is out to get me

[glassballdinosaurs]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[ickadori]

cws for attempted assault (not described) and violence. reader is gn. no curse/college au. unedited.

You watch as Sukuna shakes out his hand, his face twisted up into an annoyed sneer, a few splatters of blood further dirtying the wooden floor underneath your knees.

“You good?” He looks at you for the first time since having stormed into your boyfriend’s—ex-boyfriend’s bedroom, and you take in a slow breath as you take in his bruised, bloodied knuckles, his wild eyes, and the mess of his hair. He’s dressed in sweatpants, a hoodie, and sneakers, the ensemble painfully basic and plain compared to the expensive names that you and everyone else in this party is currently sporting, but you think that he looks better, hotter, sexier.

“Yes, thank you,” you say, and the both of you look to the unconscious man sprawled out on the floor a few steps away, face a bloody mess thanks to none other than Sukuna. You don’t feel an ounce of sympathy for the beaten man - you had told him no, so many times, and he had refused to take it as an answer. You don’t know what would have happened if Sukuna hadn’t happened to pass by and hear your protests…or rather you do know, and choose not to dwell on it.

He grunts as he goes to wipe his fingers off on his hoodie. “You’ve got shit taste in men.” His eyes move back to yours, and you think this event must have changed you in some lewd, depraved way, because there’s a pulsing between your thighs as you watch him clean the blood from your ex off of himself.

He had protected you, effortlessly at that, and he hadn’t even know you. He had simply heard a person in distress and came to help - God, I wanna suck his cock. The sudden thought makes your eyes widen and your eyebrows raise, and your hands curl into fists atop your thighs as you feel your face heat.

“Can I,” you start, tongue swiping out to lick at your lips. “Can I do something to repay you?” He silently stares at you, eyes moving from your hooded eyes down to your thighs which can’t help but squeeze together. He slowly drags his gaze back up your body, lips splitting into a smirk, and a shiver runs down your spine at his deep voice.

“What do you have in mind?”

~

You violently gag when he pushes into the back of your throat, your nose buried in a dark patch of curls, and your hands grope at his thighs as you swallow, earning a low curse from above you.

“Fuck, you’ve got a tight little throat.”

His hands settle on your head, fingers gripping at the roots of your hair, and he moves you back and forth on his cock, fat, full balls clapping against the underside of your chin with each thrust of his hips.

The noises emitting from your mouth are loud, wet and nasty, and your ears burn as the sound reaches it. There’s a mix of spit and pre-cum dribbling from the sides of your mouth, and you breathe hard through your nose as you look up through your lashes at Sukuna. His head is tipped back, adam’s apple bobbing as he harshly swallows, and there’s a flutter in your stomach as you fawn over the sight of him.

This isn’t like you - sucking off some man that you’ve only seen a few times around campus. You had always been a bit reserved when it came to sex, always requesting to leave a shirt on or dim the lights, always wanting to cover your ears at the filthy sounds, never divulging certain kinks and interests because it was just so embarrassing.

But now here you are with a near stranger’s cock brutally fucking into your mouth, and hand stuffed between your jean-clad thighs as you hump against is, jaw lax and throat relaxed as you let Sukuna use you how he sees fit.

There’s a groan that you’re sadly familiar with, and your eyes, wet from the tears that gathered, drift to the side to see your ex stirring awake. Sukuna notices, too, and he lets out a dark chuckle as he pushes deep into your throat once again.

“Aw, look who’s finally up.” He teases, and you moan around him, making Sukuna’s grin widen as his hands tighten in your hair. “Just in time to see me feed this sweet thing my cum.” Excitement pools in your chest, and you frantically paw at your sex through your jeans, your moans and whines further muffled by the wet sloshing of the cock pumping into your mouth.

Your tongue slides against the vine on the underside of his shaft, and then his hand is holding the back of your head as he pushes in deep one last time, cock twitching as ropes of cum shoot out. You greedily swallow, hips rutting against your hand, and when he finally pulls out, fat cock softening, you come, head flying back and mouth opening on a silent scream.

“Shit, that’s hot.” A thumb pushes into your mouth, and your lips instinctively close around it, eyes tiredly blinking up to see Sukuna grinning down at you.

God, I wanna do it again and again and again.

[sosickastro]

Yandere Orignal Character

sooo the poll ended and a lot of you wanted some yandere oc content so here is it!

Warnings: There isn't a lot of explicit Yandere content since this is an introduction post, obsessive mentions, stereotypical Yandere shit, I don't know how to write him as a Yandere lowkey, no scent kink mention, mention of kidnapping,

as per usual lmk if I miss any warnings and gammerly can only do so much to save me.

as well as send in some requests about Bu if you want to learn more about him :)

word count?!: 602

You always noticed him, I mean how can you not? His staggering height and muscular body frame were enough to draw anyone near to him, it was enough to make himself the center of attention. Especially with the curly messy green hair that was always in a giant bun. If it wasn’t his appearance that captivated the general public of your college, then it was his dynamic personality. He always made people feel at home, that someone he just met can feel like a lifelong buddy. It was so… off-putting, but no one seemed to mind. Not the students, or staff, not the professors, who are enamored by the handsome boy with vitiligo. Top of the class and always doing just enough where he can excel. 

Like everyone, you fell for the striking boy- felt it a strong word. More so you appreciate the eye candy whenever you cross paths with him, it’s sad really, you don’t even know his name

But, lucky he knows yours. He knows everything about you. 

Bu is enamored by you. Obsessed? Is just a simple word to describe the feeling, the way his body heats up as his heart beats just a little bit faster as Bu catches you staring at him in the library you both study at. The way he appears to be the sunny calm man as he presents himself, his always seemling closed eyes pinched into a never-ending smile. But inside his head, in his heart is a completely other story

But is a very relaxed person, he can come off as cocky, overconfident and jealous people would even say egotistical. Can you blame him? He never failed at anything in his life, never got less than 98% on a test or assignment, never was picked last for dodgeball, and was never able to get something he wanted. Everything was within his reach, Bu made sure of that. 

He is going to make sure that you are never out of reach, never unachievable. Because he wants- no, oh god no, he needs you and he will make sure he gets you. 

Don’t mistake him though, he isn't going to kidnap you and store you away in a cozy cage locked in a temperature control room with all the commodities you can ever imagine. He isn't completely senile, but he is going to make tabs on who you hang out with, who is a potential love interest, who made you upset, etc. Bu is going to insert himself into your life in the most extroverted way, and use his popularity and then the underlying crush you have on him to his complete and ultimate advantage. 

How can you know not to feel flustered and anxious when the moss hair boy you have been eyeing for months now, comes up and asks you about the upcoming math 111 test? You both well know that Bu can easily pass the test, but it's a good opportunity to see if you need any help, and oh boy are you not going to pass up this opportunity to spend one on one with the campus candy. Bu couldn't be more thrilled when you agree to meet up with him for coffee the next day to review,

And you couldn’t be more happy, that you not only managed to land a hangout with the monstrous sunny boy, but also his phone number and name. 

“I can’t wait, I will see you tomorrow Bu!” you gave Bu a bashful smile, before turning and walking towards the door, Bu waved you goodbye, as his smile reached his seemingly closed eyes. 

[ragingbookdragon]

A Memory Lives On

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: Sad...?

Author's Note: I kinda forgot Simon's entire family was murked on Christmas Eve so...here's sad and kind of happy -Thorne

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Spades always has a ridiculous amount of money. Everyone is at an understanding that it’s from her job as an international assassin, but they still can’t help but wonder how there just seems to be a never-ending flow of funds. That being said, they’ve never exactly questioned the extra supplies and protype weapons that mysteriously appear in the base for their whims. And the gifts she gives are stellar too.

Last year on Gaz’s birthday she bought two thousand dollars’ worth of Lego sets of the Death Star and the Millennium Falcon from Star Wars. Gaz cried. He literally opened the wrapping paper and cried for a solid five minutes because he had been so happy.

Another year she gave Soap a week’s vacation for his birthday, a full week rented at Blair Castle in Highland Perthshire. The entire castle to himself, full service from the best cooks and servants’ money could buy. Soap came back more Scot than he’d ever been.

One birthday, she’d given Price six boxes of rare cigars, three boxes for each brand of Royal Danish Cigars and Arturo Fuentes Opus X. Everyone had to admit that they’d never seen the Old Man so damned relaxed while smoking a cigar whilst reclining in a velvet chair with a bourbon in his hand.

And yet, for Ghost, she never gave him gifts. But then again, he never celebrated his birthdays to begin with, so there wasn’t ever a need. Ghost didn’t do parties like the others did. Didn’t want cake and beer and junk food and to relax. Ghost worked on his birthdays. It wasn’t a special day to him. It was just another Tuesday or Friday. Still though, he respected Spades for not spending lavish amounts of money on him like she did the others. It wasn’t worth it; he wasn’t worth it.

It does surprise him however, to see her at his door when he opens it at six, already awake before then, but he’d finished paperwork in the meantime.

She smiles calmly, eyes a telling tale she has something planned. “Good morning, Simon,” she greets. “I do believe a Happy Birthday is in order for our resident phantom.”

He grunts in response and waits for her to move—she doesn’t.

“Price has already cleared us for leave today and I’ve something for you. Would you mind accompanying me?”

Now he’s curious, suspicious, but more so curious. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“You always do, Simon,” she replies with a tut. “But I would enjoy your presence if you came along. It is a gift for you.”

Ghost lets out a sigh, but motions for her to lead and she does, to the garage where he climbs in the SUV with her and allows her to take him. “Where are we going?” he asks, but the signs on the road are familiar enough that he already knows.

“Manchester. There’s something waiting for us.”

It’s all she says, and the rest of the ride is filled with silence until they pull into the parking lot of The University of Manchester and begin walking across campus.

“Please don’t tell me I’m attending a college class,” he mutters, and she lets out a laugh.

“Oh, indeed we are. A course on morals and how ambiguous they can be during war.” She gives him a look and gestures for him to follow.

There’s a woman standing there outside the doors, and she smiles as the two approach. “Miss Christensen it’s so wonderful to see you.”

Christensen, Spades fake surname she uses, he recognizes.

“It’s wonderful to see you, Mary.” She introduces Ghost. “This is a friend of mine, he’s accompanying me today. His name is Michael.”

Ghost’s lip curls in disgust at the name but he shakes her hand and allows them to lead, wondering what on earth is at the university for him.

Mary leads them into an office, and they sit across from one another; he feels awkward in the confined room, but relaxes as Spades’ hand rests on his forearm. “So,” she starts, “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Miss Christensen?”

Spades smiles. “Michael and I were both intrigued on perhaps obtaining more degrees. We came to check out the potential majors and more importantly, the scholarships we could apply for.”

“Oh yes!” Mary chirps and pulls out a folder that Ghost wonders if she has pre-made for visits like these. “We have quite a few. Old ones that have been around for years, and our newest ones that have been in circulation for the last few years.”

“I heard you had a particular new one that showed up. Would you explain that one?”

“Ah, yes, our newer scholarship started by a rather mysterious sponsor.” She pulls out a packet. “The Joseph Riley Foundation.”

Ghost all but freezes at the mention of a name he hasn’t heard in years.

“Our sponsor created the foundation in memory of a young boy who was sadly killed many years ago. His name was Joseph Riley. Grew up right here in Manchester. From what our sponsor told us, he loved jets and wanted to fly one in the army.” She smiles, but it’s full of sadness. “It’s unfortunate he never got to experience it. Still though, his memory lives on here.” She hands the packet to them, and Spades simply gives it to Ghost to look over. “This scholarship works hand in hand with the British Special Air Services, or SAS, and gives students the opportunity to have a job in the SAS when they graduate. As long as they meet the required terms, they join as an officer with a bonus if they graduate above a three grade point average.”

“Specifically, what does the scholarship provide? Is it entitled to specific degree?”

“Indeed. Aviation degrees, specifically those in aviation engineering and maintenance, aeronautical science, and physics.” She seems rather pleased with herself that she knows so much. “Our sponsor supplies endless funds and expertise along with it for this scholarship, it’s perhaps become one of our most coveted scholarships simply because it’s extremely beneficial to the education. Most of our students in those majors have this.”

Spades is content to listen as she rattles on about it, but Ghost is still stuck on the pages of the history of the scholarship, and a photo of a small boy with a face that looks too familiar.

***

By the time the entire tour is done, Ghost is as mentally drained as Spades looks and she bids farewell to Mary as she escorts the two to their vehicle and waves them goodbye as they pull out of the parking lot.

Spades says nothing, content to stay in silence, but Ghost feels like he has to say something, even if he isn’t even sure what to say.

“Why.”

A snort escapes her. “Because typical birthday gifts aren’t your cup of tea.”

“I haven’t thought about Joey in years,” he murmurs, staring out the window. “I can’t bear to.”

“Yes, I imagine it’s not a pleasant memory…the end, at least. He was just a babe, wasn’t he?”

“Five,” Ghost says quietly. “He…had just turned five.”

She sighs deeply but doesn’t offer Ghost the pitied, “Such a horrid shame,” he’s heard before.

“You come here every year on my birthday?”

“Mhm,” she responds. “I visit the science building and interview the students who’ve obtained the scholarship. Make sure it’s being put to good use. And then I cash a very generous multi-million-dollar check to the school for the foundation. Keeps it thriving and sought after.”

Ghost has never kept the memory of his family alive. It died with him that Christmas Eve as the only surviving Riley. But something aches deep in his chest as he imagines his nephew fresh out of basic, ready to travel and be a pilot for the jets he so loved playing with as a babe. He swallows thickly and looks out the window as Manchester fades away. “Thank you, Spades.”

“Happy Birthday, Simon,” she replies instead and turns on the radio, a catchy pop song drowning out the ache in his chest. “I do have one more gift, if you’ll let me spoil you a little.”

Ghost lets out a groan, already drained far too emotionally to do this again. “You know I don’t do gifts.”

“Hush,” she tuts with a disapproving click of her tongue and commands, “Reach behind your seat.”

He does as she says and reaches back and down, grasping what feels like a box; Ghost pulls it to his lap and stares at it. “What is it?”

“Well, perhaps if you open it?”

He ignores the sarcastic jab and carefully removes the tape around the box and opens it. Inside is a smaller box, about twelve inches and he pulls it out, tosses the first box into the backseat, and opens the second. His eyes widen as he stares at the blade resting in the velvet.

“…Wow…” he manages to mutter, and she smirks at the wheel.

“Pretty, isn’t it?”

“Indeed, she’s lovely,” he says, taking the knife out to admire it.

“She’s one of a kind too. Made by an old Blackfeet man in the mountains of Montana. One of the best blades men for diamond knives there is.” She reaches over and touches the hilt. “It’s made from a buffalo and carved with protection symbols.”

Ghost twists the knife in his grip, handling it like any other. “It’s just for show, isn’t it?”

“Oh no, sweetheart,” she says. “That knife is one hundred percent battle ready.” Her expression changes. “I had thought about an obsidian blade. Wanted to make a joke about having a knife as black as your heart, but then I figured why waste it when I can get you a knife I know you’ll use. Hence, the diamond knife.”

“It’s really made of diamonds?”

“Indeed. One of the strongest knives you’ll ever find on the face of this earth. It’ll make for quick work of jugulars and aortas.”

Ghost is seemingly satisfied as he stows the knife in the hide sheath and tucks it into his jacket; and she can feel the smirk he has on his face, knowing he’s itching to use it.

“Happy Birthday, Ghost.”

[yanderemommabean]

Victoria Jenifers Body AU Drabble

((Hiya! I made a little short involving my oc Victoria with the Jenifers Body AU, I hope you like it beans! ))

Victoria hasn’t been the same since that night you two went out. She left in a weird van and came back more cold, and seemingly off. You brushed it off as just your friend being stressed and being her typical bitchy self, but this was too different.

She wasn’t just bitchy and catty, she was cold hearted and bitter. Not towards you, but towards everyone else on campus who she used to fawn over and even crush on. The girls she used to gush to you about are hardly ever brought up anymore and she’s always behind you, hovering, like she doesn’t like the others talking to you.

Sending her a text, you flop in your bed and try to dry the tears on your face. Another person was declared missing and possibly dead, and the whole town was beginning to believe it was the work of a serial killer. You knew him, he wouldn’t hurt anyone and was genuinely a good guy to be around, and it broke your heart that he possibly met the fate of the others.

The killer didn’t seem to have a preference, woman, man, good, bad, they all went missing. The only real lead was they all seemed to have been around the campus or close by, such as at the stores or gas stations. It was seriously stressing you out and you needed Victoria to be there, even if she’s been off and maybe won’t be able to comfort you entirely.

“Oh…poor sweet little thing” Her voice purrs, coming up from behind you and making your body jump. You weren’t expecting her to get here that fast, let alone so quietly. She has a key to your place and everything so why didn’t you hear even the slightest jiggle of the knob or shake of the keys?

Doesn’t matter, you’re upset and you feel so confused and dare you say, isolated. She hardly tells you anything anymore, and during a scary time like this, you need someone who’s open. It might be a good time to bring up what’s been going on not just on the news, but between the two of you as well.

“Something on your mind?” She asks softly, her hand coming to touch your cheek and feel the warm tears still drying on them. Her eyes flashes something cold and sinister for just a second, but you chalk that up to you just being paranoid. “Who made you cry like this? You can tell me. We’re best friends after all”.

You tense, sitting up as you gently shove her away. Her being that close didn’t feel normal anymore. It felt more smothering than it did anything else. “You did, Vic. You…you don’t talk to me anymore. You don’t hang out with anyone like you used too, you barely let me know when you’re doing anything and I feel so left out of the loop! And on top of all of that, when you DO tell me where you are, it’s late at night while a killer’s on the loose!”

The blonde doesn’t say a word, simply staring at you. Fuck it. You can’t stop the tears from falling anyway, and you deserve to know what’s happening!

“If it’s about that stupid drunken kiss we did, I’m sorry! I didn’t want to ever push that boundary! We were just drunk and we can call it a mistake! We don’t have to put up walls and- and- and-“ you start stuttering, breathes shaky and uneven as you spew your feelings out like a child.

You were scared. Scared of losing your closest friend and it being all your fault.

Lost in your own emotions, you feel her yank you closer, hand in your hair as she forces you to face her. You wince as her grip tightens, eyes watery as they stare into hers, silence filling the room. Victorias lips come to press behind your ear as she whispers into it, her other hand circling your wrist as she speaks.

“You’ll understand why I’m doing this. Right now just isn’t the time” she breathes, then nudges the bridge of her nose into your hair to inhale, shoulders relaxing as she indulges in your scent. “You’re a smart girl. I know you’ve seen the shady things as of late. Tell me, pretty girl, why is it when everyone goes missing, I’m the last person they’re often seen with?”.

Your breath gets caught in your throat, eyes widening in horror. Was she really saying what you thought she was? Was she the one who left horrible bloody heaps for the police to find every night?

Her hand comes to slide under your shirt, rubbing your back as she toys with your bra. She smirks at the way you tense and jump, unable to escape her hold as she uses more strength. “Those sweet lips on mine, that night, was a gift I couldn’t imagine handling at the time. When I left with those people…they turned me into something that could. A stronger, smarter, better version of my old self, so I could give you everything you deserved”.

“You’re a killer!”

“Only in the sense of protecting what’s mine at any cost”

“They were innocent!”

“They were trying to take you away from me.” She says coldly, her teeth bared in a snarl as she holds you against her body. You begin to cry once again, this time thinking you were about to meet the same fate as the others. If she was about to kill you, all you ask is that she made it quick.

“You still think I’m human. It’s sweet, really” her voice sounded amused, her hand coming to slide over your stomach and feel the heated skin. “That stupid group turned me into something better. And now…I get to eat the things who get in my way, or try to hurt what’s mine. I guess I’ve been too busy on protecting you that I left you so neglected “ she says with a fake pout to her voice.

Her other hand comes to trace up your neck, wiping away the trail of tears as she feels your pulse under her fingertips. “My poor, needy little Y/N. You must feel like I don’t love you at all, tsk tsk tsk. I’ll have to fix that. But-“ her lips come to tease at your ear again, wicked smile gracing her features as she whispers “I’m going to give you a lot more than just shy little kisses. I’m going to devour you”.

((-Mommabean))

[foxgangfoxgang]

Parasite (Yandere!Best Friend! Wooyoung x Reader) Short Story

WARNING: Mentions of murder, graphic descriptions of dead bodies, violence, kidnapping, implied stalking

Wooyung knew everything about you, your favorite color, your favorite book, how many phones you’ve broken, how you check your pulse in the morning, where you hide your stash of candy cause you can’t have them, when you’ve started taking birth control. Wooyoung had to know he was your best (and soon to be only) friend, you two met during elementary school and were joined at the hip since then. You both are now in college and you started to drift apart much to Wooyoung’s dismay. You began to hang around  other people who knew nothing about you, not like Wooyoung, you even started to talk to this boy on campus...Wooyoung is the only man you should be talking to. 

Jealousy and hatred bubbled like a hot cauldron in Wooyoung as he couldn’t stand not being around you all the time, the final nail in the coffin was when Wooyoung over heard your friends talking about him in the school library. “I don’t understand why Y/N hangs around him?” “Her...more like him, he’s like a lost puppy with her” “I’m surprised he doesn’t go to the bathroom with her” “Please it’s like his apart of her, like a parasite” ...parasite? Wooyoung scoffed he’s not a parasite, a parasite is creature that latches onto its victim and ruins them for its own benefit, that’s not Wooyoung, he’s not a parasite. They are, those new friends of yours they’re the parasites, they wormed their way into this pre-existing friendship and have been taken you away from him.

Wooyoung would storm out of the library his anger peaking as all he could do is think about getting rid of the parasites around you. He knew he had a bad feeling about those friends, they loved to party and be out at insane hours of the night, that wasn’t you. You’re a introvert, who likes to stay inside, watch a kdrama or anime, read with a cup of tea or the occasional coffee next to you, you like to stay to yourself.  Ever since those friends came along you’ve been going to clubs and parties, drinking cocktails and shots like its water, wearing revealing skimpy clothes, drunk flirting with random men and women. None of that was you.

Days would pass as you began to worry for Wooyoung, he usually calls and texts you everyday, or at least comes to your apartment. He’s been radio silent and what’s worse is that one by one your new friends started to disappear, at first you thought they were busy with classes and after school clubs, but soon rumors began to spread, rumors about a potential serial killer kidnapping people. You worried for your friends as they all weren’t picking up text or calls, you started to struggle sleeping, your mind wondered on if your friends were okay, you couldn’t eat due to the twisting knots in your stomach, you felt tired, drained, nothing could soothe you as you wondered about the whereabouts of everyone. 

Finally after two months your tension would break when Wooyoung called you to go on a night drive, something you both enjoyed. You happily took the offer as you needed the comfort as well as missing your best friend, the time spent was relaxing you didn’t think about your missing friends or the rumored murderer. It was just you and Wooyoung. Wooyoung was driving the car as the radio played quietly, the two of you enjoyed the silence and the night sky filled with stars. “Y/N” Wooyoung called out, you acknowledged him “Am I your best friend?” he asked. You were taken aback, where was this coming from, true you two had slowly started to drift apart but that was natural when you go off to college.

“Of course, we’ve been friends since elementary school” you answered curious about his question. Wooyoung smiled, it wasn’t his usual smile, this smile was off. “Good, I just had to make sure” he said, you nod your head looking back out the window nothing but the dark forest being your view. Silence would take over again until Wooyoung pulled off onto a dark dirt road. You notice the change of direction and look to your best friend, that same off putting smile on his face. After about 20 minutes Wooyoung stops the car. 

He climbs out and you quickly follow not wanting to be separated, Wooyoung confidently walked ahead as you stumbled trying to keep up. “Um woo, where are we going?” you ask, Wooyoung doesn’t say anything and keeps walking till he reaches a small shack. Wooyoung turns to you, “I hate your new friends” he says. You furrow your eyebrows, “What?” you say confused by the sudden statement, Wooyoung’s smile drops his gaze darkens “I hate those fucking rats you call friends, they’re awful Y/N, snobby little party tricks who’ve poisoned you, who changed you, you were never a party type and you still aren’t” a sense of dread began to leer over you, “I heard them one day at the library, they were talking so bad about me...they called me a parasite” Wooyoung clenched his teeth hissing out the last word.

You felt uneasy at Wooyoung’s behavior, “Do you think that about me? Do you think I’m a parasite” Wooyoung asked, you weren’t one to tell half truths, Wooyoung was super clingy and he was very suffocating, when you both went to college you had hoped you and him would find new friend groups to be around. Wooyoung loved to dance and he was very good at it, you had hoped and tried to influence him to join the campus dance team ‘Ateez’ but he complained it would be too time consuming and he’d miss being around you. 

“N...No Woo, I don’t think....where is this coming from, Wooyung why are we out here” you hadn’t notice at first but from the shack, a horrendous smell was emitting from the area, the smell of rotting flesh. In a flash your heartbeat dropped. “We’re out here so you can see who the real parasites are” Wooyoung grabs your hand and opens the shack door, the smell punches you in the face as you gag and hold your nose. Wooyoung drags you inside, a scream rips from your throat as there in the shack laid the bodies of your friends. The sight was out of a true crime podcast, bodies were dirty, holes in some of your friends arms and legs as maggots crawled in and out of them, some of your friends were missing their eyes, one was missing their entire lower jaw, dried and dead leaches rest on and around some of the bodies, dried blood decorated the floor. 

You felt vomit rise from your stomach and out of your mouth as the sight burned itself into your brain. Wooyoung rubbed your back and shushed you gently, “It’s ok, it’s fine, you don’t have to feel pity for them” Wooyoung said. You felt tears run down your face as you look to your “best friend” in horror. “What did you do” you asked shaking. Wooyoung smiled again “I got rid of the problem, these low life bitches were toxic, and you always talk about how toxic people need to cut out of our lives to have a healthier mindset” Wooyoung explained grabbing your hands. It felt like he was lighting you on fire just by touching you. 

“Wooyoung you killed them, you sick bastard, you’re a murderer” you cried trying to pull away. “I’m not the bastard they were, they tried to steal you away from me Y/N, you’re my best friend, MINE” Wooyung gripped your hands tighter, “They called me a parasite, me a parasite?!” Wooyoung would crush your hands if you didn’t free them soon. The tears on your face were hot as you couldn’t look at neither Wooyoung or the horrific scene near you, “you are” you whimper. Wooyoung felt his world stop, he didn’t hear you right. “Say it again” he said, you sob as you felt like fainting “You are, You are a parasite Wooyoung, you’re a PARASITE” you scream at him. Wooyoung felt his heart stop, you think he’s a parastie, you agree with those bitches.

Wooyoung stared at you for a moment before letting your hands go. You fall to your knees sobbing harder. Wooyung doens’t say a word he simply walks away from you and to his truck, you’re stuck on the floor as you hear rustling for a moment then silence. Wooyoung returns with a shovel in his hand, you look to Wooyoung who has an unreadable look on his face, he grips the shovel tightly as his eyes bore down at you. “Woo-” before you could finish his name Wooyoung swung the shovel at you and struck you out cold. 

Wooyoung stares down at you as he begins to laugh as he goes and starts to drag the dead bodies out of the shack, “If that’s what you all think then fine...I am a parasite” 

[thewritetofreespeech]

part ii of [x]

The party had been a great success, and everyone had gone home now.

The kids seemed to enjoy getting off campus, as well as a little bit of a break, and be kids for a while. You even saw Nanami crack a smile or two watching them play Christmas games, or watching the movie.

All your hard work had paid off. But there was still more work to do.

“Can’t we do that in the morning?” Gojo asked while you were washing up plates.

“I just want to get this done so they don’t stick.”

“But it’s Christmas.” Everyone had stayed late enough that now it was officially not Christmas anymore, but that didn’t seem to stop him. “You’re not supposed to work on Christmas.”

“That’s certainly the case for you.”

Gojo sucked on his teeth and let out a small ‘ouch’ but his feelings didn’t seem hurt as he still came up behind you. “Come on. I want to do my plan from earlier.” He whispered in your ear.

“What’s that?” You had an idea, from the way he was holding your waist and pulling you close against him.

“I want to unwrap you for my Christmas present.”

His lips pressed at the back of your neck & ear, peppering it with soft kisses. He knew that always made you melt and you drop the dishes back in the sink carefully as your eyes close. “Satoru….”

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

You follow after him through the apartment and he quickly spun around to meet you once you’d made it into the bedroom. His lips hot against yours. That devilish tongue of his slipping past your defenses to meld with your own. You feel your knees go a little weak, like always, as you kissed him.

“Turn around for me.” Gojo told you when you broke apart. His voice already getting a little gruff with arousal.

You do as you’re told and turn around. You feel the clasp of your zipper go loose and your dress falls away as it’s pulled down. One final shift and it was on the floor. “God, I love those panties.”

“You should. You bought them for me. Last Christmas remember?” Which was why they were green, sheer, and had a little jeweled holly at the front.

“Still the best purchase I made all year.” He told you with that handsome, cheeky grin of his.

You go back into his arms to keep kissing. Gojo dances the two of you around the room until you made it to the bed. The cool bedding a welcome chill from how hot the apartment had been earlier with everyone in it.

“Spread your legs for me baby.” Of course you do, and Gojo gave you that cheek grin again before he knelt down between them. Licking at you over your panties.

“Mmm…Satoru…” You moan. Trying to relax back into the bed as he continued. After a while of him licking at you over your panties, you finally ask him, “aren’t you going to take my panties off?” A slight pant to your voice as, although it felt good and you were aroused, it was uncharacteristic.

“No.” He told you. And suddenly that grin made sense. “I want you to cum in these pretty green panties I bought you.”

You whimper as he went back to what he was doing. Suddenly very turned on. There was something erotic about Gojo trying to make you cum with your panties on. You couldn’t explain it.

He kept at it for a bit longer before he pulled the middle to the side and licked your core directly. Sending a jolt through you. The build up to him actually touching you making your body ultra-sensitive. Ripe for the picking as he attacked all your weak spots.

“Satoru! Satoru! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum with my panties on! Oh God this is so hot!” You let out another cry, hands buried in the white mass of his hair, before you came. Soaking your panties and Gojo’s face as you came hard.

“You like that baby?” The man asked, grin still intact, as he started to take off his own clothes.

“Yes.” You reply deliriously. “Do you want me to-“No.” Gojo cut in as he finished getting undressed. “You worked so hard today. I wanna take care of you now.” He kissed your forehead and moved to take off your soaking wet panties. Foreplay was one thing, but there was no way there was going to be enough room for his huge cock by just pulling them to the side.

Gojo lined up with your entrance and slowly pressed forward. Your pussy soft and wet from cumming welcoming him easily, and you moan as he filled you. “That’s it baby girl. Just relax.” He lifted your leg to put it up on his shoulder. “Let me take care of it.”

Your body descended into a fit of moans & spasms as Gojo thrust into you. His cock pistoling inside you, hitting your weak spots. “Oh God Satoru…! More!” You didn’t have to ask as he had no intention of stopping. One of his hands moved to play with your breasts. Alternating between teasing the nipple and just massaging the mounds, before moving lower. “Oh God!” You shout, back arching, as he played with your clit.

“Cum for me again baby girl.” You let out almost a choked our whimper at his request. No, demand. “Cum on my cock.”

You cum again. Your walls pulsing violently around Gojo’s cock, before he makes a similar pained expression and stops thrusting into you. You can feel his hot cum inside you. Some of it spilling out on the bed when he pulled out. “Merry Christmas baby.”

“Merry…Christmas…” You reply back. Trying to catch your breath as you don’t have the stamina the World’s Strongest had.

“I can’t wait for New Year’s.”

Your body involuntarily quivered. You don’t know if you’d be able to make it through New Years at this rate.

[yueisyum]

How They Met (her pov)

Notes: Basically how mc/reader met the group and specifically Haechan. If you have any other questions please ask. I will add it to the ‘Behind the Scenes’ series. Also currently working on his pov now!!! 😚

Requested - (YES)

You triple checked the dorm number before knocking. Your bag in hand and your nicest comfortable clothes on your back. Your not sweating because your nervous, it’s definitely just because it’s hot in the mens building.

You felt really excited when Jeno invited to go his study group. He seemed really nice and you don’t usually have time to hang out, but this IS a study group after all. Killing two birds with one stone.

When the door opens you look up and meet eyes with Johnny, a close family friend of your fathers. You would always stay with them when your father went on work trips, which was 90% of the time. You looked at Him, shocked to see a familiar face.

“Hey! Y/n? What the heck are you doing here?” He questions.

You watch his face, an exaggerated surprised expression taking over his features. You roll your eyes.

“Me? What are you doing here, this isn’t your dorm” you fire back. You drop your shoulders, now feeling more relaxed to see a familiar face. He smiles, letting you know he’s still glad to see you, dispute his words.

“Yeah? Well this isn’t YOUR building!” He argues, but his face is full of playfulness. “Wait are you… the nice girl Jeno invited from his class? I didn’t know it was YOU” he makes a face, and you roll your eyes again, failing to bite back a smile. Meaning he didn’t know you could be nice.

“Ha, and I didn’t know you could study” you point to his chest. “I’ll have you know-“

“-hey! Y/n you made it!” You watch Johnny turn to jeno, who’s behind him. “Do you two know each other?” He asks, looking between you two, your finger still at Johnny’s chest. “We’re family friends” Johnny answered, finally moving to the side to allow you into the dorm. He watches you squeeze past him.

“Oh really? Well I’m glad you’re already familiar with somone in the group” jeno smiles to you, so bright and genuine, it made you giddy. you reciprocate, matching his expression.

“Yejuns here too” you hear Johnny inform from behind you, as you follow Jeno down the hallway. Great! This won’t be too bad.

•••

You’ve seen him before… a lot. In some classes, around campus, or in the dining hall. And now here… in front of you. You aren’t blind, he’s definitely attractive, really attractive, but so intimidating. You can’t read him at all. His expressions are so controlled, it’s scarring you. He’s just looking at you intently, you can’t tell what he’s thinking, and you feel exposed.

“And this is Jaemin” jeno continues, you weren’t meaning to block His voice out, but you were little distracted. You rip your eyes away from the brown haired boy, to look at the other one Jeno is gesturing to. “Hi” your voice almost a whisper. Lightly lifting your hand to say hello. He does the same with a nod then a smile. Everyone in the room is so attractive, you begin to feel out of place.

“And lastly this is haechan and Chaewon” he ends.

Haechan.

HAECHAN.

You turn back to the man who was staring into your soul since you’ve walked in. “You are so gorgeous!” The girl you now know as Chaewon speaks. You blush at her kindness. She was beautiful- BREATH TAKING. Her hair short and shiny. Her face round but defined. And her smile was contagious. She was sat next to him. Heachan. He smiled to you with a short ‘hey’. You return his greeting with a tight lipped smile before turning back to the girl next to him. “Thank you!” You peeped, your smile genuine and bright.

“Of course girly, You can sit next to me, I won’t bite” she suggests while patting the spot on the couch next to her. You then realize your just awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room with jeno. No wonder this haechan guy is staring at you. You must look like an idiot. You quickly take the seat beside her. She was sitting pretty close to haechan on the couch…

Dating?

Sibli- definitely not related

Close friends?

No definitely dating.

“So how what’s your major?” You turn to the boy you remember jeno called ‘yuta’? His attention now fully on you instead of his computer. He’s sitting on the ground with his laptop on the coffee table. “I’m majoring in computer science and sociology.” You fidget with your hands while looking around the room, instead of anyones eyes. “That’s really cool, so your taking two majors!?” Chaewon leans forward from her seat to find your eyes. You nod with another smile. “It’s called double majoring” jaemin informs, his eyes stay on the paper he’s writing on, but glances up at you with a smile.

“Yep she’s a smart girl.” Johnny says As if he’s proud of himself, finally joins the group, sitting down on sofa across from yours. You make a face at him. Which earns a laugh from most of the group. “Jeno says you draw?” Haechan asks. Some heads turn to you in curiosity. You pause for a moment. Haechan’s body has moved forward to look at you. Chaewon leans back so you can address him. “Yeah I used to take art in high school, so I doodle sometimes.” You explain, shrugging it off and looking over at jeno. You didn’t think he could see your stupid doodles in class. Or that he would tell anyone. “That’s sick, Renjun is our art major, he’s really good to.” Yenjun adds, pointing to the long haired boy in the corner. He glances at you with a smile. You nod and smile back. You then turn your head back to yejun to smile at her. She gives you a ‘nice to see you again’ look.

You know yejun from high school, every time you would have a project to do in biology, you would always pair up. You both are very smart and work well together. After high school, you two would hang out or text on social media. She very chill, and always real. You liked that about her. She also isn’t nosey or pushy.

“Can I see some of your art?” You ask the guy in the glasses, his hair falling in front of his face. “Yeah, come here” you quickly get up to sit on the floor next to renjun. Your back pressed against the couch. He pulls out his phone to find a folder in his photos app. “This was the last one I did” the photo showed a canvas painted with a small store. shelves with snacks filling them and a small basket in the ground. It was so realistic but some of the snacks looked like pop art. You couldn’t draw like THIS. Not on such a big canvas. “This is beautiful..” you mumbled, not able to look up at him. “It’s multi-media. basically combining two different art styles or art Suplies. “That’s really creative, how long did this take?” You ask, finally looking back to him. “Not too long… what about you? Do you have any pictures of your art?” You freeze. What?

“What? No no, I can’t draw like this, I just doodle stupid stuff, THIS is real art” you explain leaning back against the couch. “All art is real art” he argues with a soft laugh at your expression.

“Yeah, like when jeno draws on your face when you fall asleep… that’s art” Haechan interrupts. You laugh along with Chaewon and a couple others who aren’t currently studying.

“No, that’s not art haechan, that’s a hate crime.”

You laugh harder at Renjun’s face when he says that. “‘All art is real art’” haecahn repeats. You giggle, and his eyes find yours. You feel an overwhelming sense of… your not even sure what this feeling is. Your ears feel hot and your fingers feel tingly. You quickly look away from him. Trying to find anything else to look at

“Y/n? Are you ready?” Jeno asks. You turn to him almost forgetting he was there. “Yeah, my bad” you stand up from your spot to follow jeno to the breakfast table with your bag.

After a couple more questions and conversations, jeno sits on the chair next to you. You open up your laptop and hand him a copy of ‘salt to the sea’ - the book you’ve been talking about in class.- and begin to catch him up on missing work.

“Shihyun, mark, and Jisung, couldn’t make it this week, so maybe you can meet them next wendsday?” He says, filling the silence you two had been sitting in. You already know Shihyun from Johnny, but you feel that information isn’t important right now. “Is this your way of inviting me to come again?” You tease, after handing him a highlighter for one of the quotes in the book.

“Is it tempting?” He leans his head in his palm against the table.

“Almost… depends on what take out you’ll have next time.” You copy his position. “Oh so it’s about the food” he says sarcastically. Nodding, As if realizing your motives. You laugh. “Why else do you think I’d be here?” You joke. He joins your laughter this time. “Next week we will have Korean barbecue… how’s that sound?” He asks getting up from his seat to grab a soda from inside the kitchen. “Sounds like a plan.” You smile.

•••

It was getting late and some of the group had left. Whether it was for other plans or just to sleep. you, Chaewon, yejun and haechan were in the living room in a comfortable silence. You were snuggled into the couch with your knees to your chest, while jeno was reading a chapter in the book you had given him, he sat quietly at the table you where previously seated at.

Chaewon had turned on the tv, and was watching ‘it’s okay not to be okay’. You watched it with her and yejun. Some comments here and there. You three would make each other giggle. Or make eye contact at the intimate parts, then laugh again. That’s before Haechan returned from the kitchen to sit down at the couch… right next to you.

He made himself comfortable, he wasn’t in your personal space or anything, but his presence somehow made you feel giddy- or fidgety maybe? Your not sure, you can’t understand it. You try your best to pay attention to the Netflix show but found yourself lost, confused about the plot, and you eyes flicker to him every couple minutes.

“Are you cold?” You snap your head to him. His voice was low and raspy. He was looking straight at you and you looked away quickly. “Nope, I’m good” you answer quickly and nonchalantly as possible.

Nope-?

NOPE!?

Who’s says nope!?—

“Your shaking” he adds. The room is mostly dark, and his head should have been facing the tv for the past 15 minutes, how would he know you were shaking? You look at him, The surprised expression still on your face. “I’m not-“

“-am I making you nervous?” He smirks. It made you shiver. You furrow your eyebrows together and let out a soft scoff. “Absolutely not- no way” you turn your head back to the tv quickly. You didn’t know how to respond to that. He WAS making you nervous, but why would you ever admit that? And you didn’t want to be too obvious.

You are though…

“Here…” he reaches behind the couch for a blanket, the tosses it on your frame. The action caught you off guard. You almost smiled. Almost. But immediately stoped yourself. “That’s okay, I’m not cold” you tug it off of you in a hurry. Not accepting his gesture. Chaewon and yejun seem to immersed in the raining motorcycle scene to notice the conversation. They were sat on the ground in front of the coffee table sharing a bowl of cheezits.

“Are you sure?” His hand moves to your arm, probably feeling how cold your skin is. “Positive” you snatch your hand away and let out a breath… one you didn’t know you were holding. Why is he so determined to talk to you? You wouldn’t be able to hold a conversation with him. Not when he looks at you the way he does. And not when his girlfriend is right there.

“Do you not like me?” He asks, he soundsd offended. “What? I’m- no I do like you, I mean not like- like like you. But I guess your fine.” He raised his eyebrows at your state. “Not like, fine like attractive fine but more like-… what? Stoping looking at me like that” he lets out a soft laugh. “Sorry, your just kinda awkward, it’s cute” his eyes remain on yours. “And Your really…” “… really attractive?” He finishes for you. You cough to clear your throat then swiftly climb to your feet. You were going to say ‘annoying’. And he probably knows that. “I’m going to get a drink” you grab your phone and begin walking away.

“Im really just trying to make conversation” you hear from behind you. You turn to see him following you into the kitchen. “What?”

Where the heck did Jeno go!?

“You made conversation with everyone but me…” he leans his frame against the counter. “Oh… we’ll I didn’t do it on purpose” you lied. He nods his head. Looking around the kitchen, the kitchen he’s probably seen a million times before, thinking of something to say. “How long have you known Johnny?” He asks, your think for a moment.

He’s just trying to make conversation… what are you so scared of!?

You lean back against the counter behind you. “He’s been a family friend since we were in grade school” you explain. You eyes trained to the tile on the ground. “And yejun?” He pushes himself off the counter to go to the fridge. “I’ve known her since high school… science partners.”

You watch him nod, then grab two cups from the cabinet and pour two drinks. “Nice.. and what about jeno?” You pause and tap your fingers against the counter in thought. “How about you? How do you know Chaewon”

Why the hell would you ask tha-

You are so stupid

“Oh? Chaewon… why? You wanna know if I’m single?” He laughs and hands you the drink. He’s close now. You look at the drink in his hand. “No! I’m just trying to make conversation… that’s what you wanted right?” You defend yourself, which earns another laugh from him. It was beautiful. His face was perfect. His shoulders are broad and he’s taller then you- stop it.

“I want you to NOT dislike me” he corrects and motions the drink to you again and you finally take it. “Well your doing a terrible job.” You turn away from him to take a frustrating sip from the drink. “really? Are you sure? Cause your blushing right now.” You almost spit out the liquid in your mouth. You swallow and turn around to clean what did spill, so he doesn’t see the drink falling from your lips. That would be embarrassing-

Why do you even care.

“You-” you laugh, finding the scene funny. And he joins you, taking the cup from your hand and placing it on the counter to avoid any spilling. “Your name is y/n right?” Turning back to him you take a moment to examine his features. “Yes, y/n l/n” he smiles at that. You can’t tell what he’s thinking but you can see something going on behind his eyes.

“I’m haechan, but my real name is donghyuck. And… if your wondering I AM single”

Donghyuck.

“Donghyuck…” you repeat, hoping to remember in the future. He smiles again. “So… jeno?” He reminds. “Oh.. uh, I met him in class this morning for the fist Time actually.” You shared, with another drink from your cup. “Really!? you met him today? What if he was some kind of… kidnapper or serial killer?” His eyes looked shocked. “I made him promise he wasn’t” you inform with a ‘as a matter’a’fact’ tone. He laughs “oh, well then I guess that’s fair” he agrees sarcastically with a laugh.

You stand in a silence for a moment. But for some reason you didn’t feel uncomfortable. Your body felt more relaxed and you could look him in the eye now. He looked happy that you finally spoke to him. You can tell by his expression, finally; you can read his face. “So… you dislike me still?” He asks taking a sip from his cup. “Yes” he stops and looks at you. Shocked and scared. You can’t help but smile. “What really?” He backs away.

“Yes, because your wearing sandals, and no socks, I can see tour toes” you point to his feet and he follows your finger. Haechan looks at his feet for a moment then rolls his eyes. “Your funny, think I like you a little more now” he responds through a laugh and you join him. “Your lucky I didn’t say anything about the juice that’s still on the corner of your mouth.” He points to your lips. You pause and bring a finger to your mouth. Wiping away the wet spot. “You asshole! That was there the whole time!?” You grab a napkin to clean the area once more. “That’s so embarrassing!” You express. He laughs again. “It was cute” he explains and you flip him off. Earning another smile from him.

“Y/n”

You turn around to see Jeno standing behind Haechan with the book in his hands, and a smile on his face. “Finished the chapter” you smile at him and throw the napkin away. “Great, I was just talking with Donghyuck. Are you ready to highlight?” You walk toward him and Haechan. He pauses for a moment before agreeing. Then you follow him back to the breakfast table to continue working, this time with Haechan joining. You didn’t understand why but for some reason you didn’t mind his presence. Even if you did have to tell him to be quiet so Jeno could focus.

[bukguhope]

in which badboy! jeon jungkook desperately needs everyone to think he has a girlfriend and out of all the girls on campus that he could’ve chosen to fake date- he chose you, the girl who hates him the most.

—> fake dating, badboy! jungkook, swearing, mentions of blood/fighting, hate(mainly oc) to love, eventual light smut, little pining

taglist: @familiarlikemymirror3 @thisartemisnevermisses

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you felt your palms sweat and you interlocked your fingers tightly together as they rested on your lap. quickly glancing over you see jungkook, seeming completely relaxed, legs slightly spread as he leant back comfortably in the chair next to you. never before have you regretted agreeing to something as much as you did to fake date this man.

“thanks for stopping by” the coach says before leaning his forearms against the desk that separated the pair of you from him. the only thing that ran through your mind was how ridiculous this whole situation was and the possible repercussions of getting caught. “i gotta say, i was surprised to hear mr jeon here settled down with someone” giving the man a tight lipped smile, you just hoped he couldn’t see how obviously nervous you were.

“well, i have and here’s the lucky woman” side eyeing jungkook next to you as he spoke, you had to suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

“hm, if anything i’d say you’re the lucky one son” before you knew you were nodding your head in agreement making the coach laugh. “well, as long as i see that you two truly mean something to each other and jungkook keeps a low profile- i have no reason to not let him join the team” letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding you finally untangled your fingers from each other before wiping some of the wetness from your palms against your jeans “and i mean jeon, i don’t want to hear any trouble from you at all for the rest of the year. got it?”

“no promises” without thinking you quickly slapped you hand against his bicep beside you to warn him about his cheeky remarks. he huffs, rubbing his arm “i’ll cause no problems-” the pair of your eyes quickly meet and you give him a stare, trying to remind him to be polite “sir” he adds onto the end and the coach leans backs in his chair, clearly amused at the sight in front of him

“you hold onto her jeon, she clearly knows how to keep tight restraints on you” the smirk that made its way to your face was inevitable, even though you didn’t know why exactly you were so proud of this comment.

“oh iam never letting go” he leans his head in your direction and gives an irritating smile that makes your smirk drop instantly.

“great! well, i can’t wait to see your progression on the field and your lovely girlfriend watching every step of the way. now, you can see yourself out can’t you?” your eyes widened at this, she’ll be there every step of the way? meaning, she’d have to attend all the games? she was about to say something, come up with an excuse but jungkook already had his hands on her arms and was ushering her out the room

“of course we’ll see ourself out bye now” with that you were out the room but still trying to say you would definitely not be attending every one of those boring games but jungkook swiftly closed the door after pushing you out and with his hands moving to your waist, began pushing you away from the door

“iam NOT going to those games jungkook” you warn and your eyes trail down to his grip on your waist, the warm they were emitting was feeling a little bit too nice for you

“oh come on y/n!” he huffed before stoping his efforts to push you when you were a good distance from the coaches office, his hands dropping from you. “can you honestly stand there and tell you would have anything better to do on game days?” your mouth gaped open and closed again like a fish trying to come up with something but, annoyingly, he was right. You never had much of a social life outside of taehyung. “see, iam right” It annoyed you how smug he was, but you did agree to helping him out with his ridiculous plan so you just gave in for the greater good

“fine” you huffed and your annoyance grew when a smirk grew on his “but in winter months you have to supply me with hot chocolate, can go fuck yourself if you think iam sitting in the cold just to watch you run up and down the field” you let out in a last ditch attempt to have control over the situation.

“ok, sure. thanks sweetheart” you were thrown off a little when he leant down and planted a light kiss to your forehead before backing away from you and finally turning to walk away after giving you a little wave. you looked around a little embarrassed but were happy to see no one around so you quickly walked in the opposite direction.

“what a dumb bitch”

“tae!”

“what? you are” you scowl at him from your desk chair. this discussion had been going on for around an hour now and it felt like you were just going round in circles with him “y/n he may joke around with you but that guy is dangerous! just the other day we heard him beating someone up” you were hoping to not be reminded of that, in all honesty you knew that jungkook had to have had some sort of issues and you never even liked the guy. but for some reason something intrigued you when it came to him and when he came to you to ask for your help he seemed so desperate.

“tae, i just want to help the guy graduate ok? don’t you think-”

“fight at the top of campus!” a sudden shouting and banging outside the dorm walls cut you off and a rush of doors opening and running footsteps could be heard. “you don’t think…” you turn to taehyung on the bed to meet his wide eyes before he’s up and running out your room with you on his trail behind him. once outside there was a whole crowd and the pair of you followed the direction they were going. you lost tae within the sea of people and your heart raced as you pushed your way through everyone until you reached the front

“come on man do something!” your eyes met a guy you’ve never seen before shouting at a very familiar face. jungkook stood with a straight face as the stranger shouted at him “what? all talk?” you could see the anger upon jungkook’s face and your brain ticked, thinking about how this crowd would definitely catch campus security’s attention at some point and this news would definitely travel back to the coach if jungkook decided to take a swing. the crowd made a sudden rush of noise as the guy raided his hands and pushed jungkook on his chest. that was it, you were stepping in.

“i can’t believe you’d cheat on me you fucking scum!” the crowds attention turn to you now as you step forward. jungkook’s eyes widen as you walk towards then and stand right beside the man starting on him

“i don’t even know you!”

“oh pretending not to know me? how low can you get asshole?!” before you knew what you were doing your hands flew up and began pushing the man on his chest. “iam sleeping with the first guy i see, let’s see how you like it” with that you turned your body instantly to jungkook “you’ll do” with that you grabbed his hand and began pulling him away and through the crowd of people who began to cheer the show you just put on for them but you took no notice. your heart was rapid at this point as you led jungkook away without a word and straight into your dorm room. you tug him in and slam the door behind you leaving a silence as you exhale hard trying to catch your breath.

“is this the point where we sleep together?” you raise an eyebrow at jungkook’s words “you know? to teach him a lesson?”

“are you crazy? another fight right after that meeting? do you want to be kicked out?” you cross your arms and stare at him waiting for an answer

“will you relax? he started on me and i didn’t do anything. well i didn’t get a chance with all your shouting” he says casually and he sits himself on your bed, looking around curiously.

“so if i didn’t intercept you would’ve fought? are you really that dumb?” his curious eyes stop and now look to you as you stand in front of him, not looking too impressed.

“awh aren’t you just the perfect caring little girlfriend” he tilts his head at you, teasing. and it annoyed you that it almost made you laugh. quickly leaning beside him, you grab one of your pillows and step back. looking at him for a moment before you lift it up and hit him with it. “did you just hit me with your fucking pillow?” he lets out a chuckle

“yeah, iam gonna do it again” with that you raise it once more and smack him with the soft pillow in your hand. he raises his hands to block you as you continue “stop” hit “fighting” hit “you” hit “dumbass” you were being serious but could help but laugh as he falls back on you bed, but that soon stops when he manages to grip the other end of the pillow stoping your assault. in an instance your pulled forward by him, knee landing in the space between his spread legs. the only thing stopping you from falling straight onto him. for a moment, it’s just the pair of your breaths that can heard through the dorm as you stare at each other.

“y/n! open up, open up” you jump up at the banging on your door.

you sat bored on the bleachers overlooking the field, you were glad it was still the end of summer at least you wasn’t shivering your ass.

“has it started yet?” your friend asks as he side steps in front of you and plops himself next you with a hotdog in his hands

“yeah tae, that’s why none of them are running with the ball yet” your friend gives you a look before taking a bit out of his food as he looks towards the field. you spot jungkook, warming up near the sidelines and you just watch for moment. you hated to admit that he actually looked good in the gear, he fitted right in out there and you just knew if you were playing and saw him running at you you’d be going so fast in the other direction.

“are you drooling over jungkook?” the voice next to you broke your staring and you whip your head to taehyung. you were glad he made a mess up with his hotdog otherwise you’d might have to defend yourself

“wipe your mouth” you say disinterested and taehyung furrows his eyebrows before raising a napkin to his mouth and wiping. a loud whistle blows and you turn your attention to the field to see the teams getting into position and within a couple minutes another blow of the whistle signalled the start of the game. you manage to spot jungkook once again and keep your eyes trained on him, it was a rough sport and with a fuse as short as his you couldn’t deny you were a little worried about someone pissing him off. you jump a little when a guy pulls of a rather hard tackle

“oh my god that’s such a foul he might aswell have punched jungkook” taehyung mutters next to you and you scrunch your face when you notice the man in question arguing with jungkook on the field while the ref blows his whistle again and again trying to stop it. luckily you notice jungkook walking away, not taking the bait to fight. you breath a sigh of relief as the game continues without a fist fight on the field. but you notice the same guy going for jungkook constantly

“why does he keep fucking with jungkook does he have nothing better to do?” you say, somewhat angrily and taehyung chuckles making you look at him

“what, scared your boyfriends gonna get hurt?” throwing a scowl his way, he smiles wider at you before you turn your attention back into the field and just in time to see the exact same guy almost flip jungkook over making you gasp. you hear the whistle blow and spot the guy throwing off his helmet with his arms flapping around

“what’s happening?” you ask without looking away

“he’s getting sent off” taehyung explains and you clap suddenly

“finally yes get him off!” you exclaim and your friend raises an eyebrow at you as and you stop clapping slowly before you clear your throat and move to reset your hands on your lap “well, he’s clearly fouling” you mumble

“you didn’t even know he was getting sent off but you know what a foul looks like?” taehyung asks and you bite your bottom lip out of embarrassment

“shut up” you let out before the game carry’s on without that annoying guy on the field.

[hlficlibrary]

Hi, could you please help me with this fic I'm trying to find - harry is a professor and Louis is his student at a prestigious university. They're in a secret relationship . Harry lives off campus and Louis stays over frequently. I think one of them moves away or something and the other later joins them. It's set in Britain if I'm not wrong. And it has two parts I think. I don't remember the exact details of it unfortunately.

Thank you!!

Hi, anon! I'm not sure I've found something that really fits perfectly, but could it be one of these? If not let me know, and I'll keep looking. OR maybe someone else will see this one and know it!

Don't Think About The Consequences by selflovelouis

“Can you shut up, for once?” Styles asks, and Louis’ eyes widen in shock. He opens his mouth, and Styles can tell he’s going to start yelling again about something absurd that Styles really doesn’t want to listen to. Professor Styles keeps talking instead, not giving Louis the chance to yell. “How…. how do you go from flirting with me in the middle of class to these annoying outbursts of anger? Can’t you just, can’t you just…” Fuck it. He leans in, and molds his lips against Louis’ open mouth. The wind gets knocked out of him when their lips finally meet, and he can finally feel Louis’ softness against his own lips. His hands reach up to cup Louis’ face, as Louis leans closer to Styles and he finally relaxes into Styles’ embrace. Styles doesn’t deepen the kiss, instead he pulls away and ghosts his lips across Louis’ while he comprehends what he just did fully. Fuck.

I'm insatiable, it’s all your fault by CuckooTrooke

Harry has met many, many attractive people during his heats before, some of whom have been on the brink of their ruts, and he has never wanted to spread his legs open as much as he wants to do it right now.

All Louis has to do is sit right there on the chair, and Harry is ready to present.

Louis' scent wraps around him like a tender hug, intoxicating in the best possible way. It smells so much like a picnic in a forest; something sweet yet sophisticated like dark chocolate, sprinkled with a touch of pine and rain. It’s everything Harry is addicted to.

OR The last thing Harry expected when he started a new job was to meet his truebond. The only problem is, his truebond happens to be one of his students, and he's never been the man to dismiss his morals.

more than just a dream by spit_on_me_larry

Louis Tomlinson loves his life, he really does. It's just that he's constantly on the verge of everything completely going to shit. He's disorganized and clumsy and hotheaded and just a little bit ridiculous.

And then he meets Harry Styles. Harry is the type of person Louis hates. It seems like everything comes easily to him. He's rich and brilliant and everyone loves him and he has his life impossibly and perfectly together.

Louis detests Harry Styles. Except for the inconvenient fact that he can't seem to get Harry out of his head.

[hotsexydorks]

🌀 Hypno Plot Ideas 🌀

Generic | Incest | Cheating/Cuck | Hypno  

“Mister Harrison?” The man looked up at him acknowledging his voice but nothing else. “Good the hypnosis worked.. now strip for me.”

“Who knew that catching boys on this internet BnB thing would be so easy. Shame he’s only staying for a few days.”

There he was, the once cocky alpha breeding stud now a cum hungry muscle pussy. Begging for men to find him and fuck his pussy whenever they liked.

Remember, always wear sun cream - cum

“Keep listening to my voice, relax, fall deeper and deeper into your sleep.”

When Master said to always have a cock in my mouth but there’s no one here.

“Come on boy, time for breakfast!”

Every night just like the genie said, your roommate would walk in. Unknowingly get on his knees and suck your cock. You could get used to this, or maybe more.

Once, he was the top dog of campus, the hot cock straight guy that showed off and bragged about how much pussy he pulled. Now here he is, pumping away at his loose hole with a thick dildo, live streaming and showing the world how much of a cock slut he is.

“Look at him, the dumb slut can’t even stay still for cum, he’s that much of a fucking useless dump around cock now.”

“Coach, I have an alteration suggestion to the team's uniform. What do you think?”

It had been a few months since the major’s son went missing. He was a good kid and everyone knew him, and got on with everyone. The whole town searched for days but no one found anything. He just vanished. Now, no one could recognise him as he turned up across different forums. Mindless hanging in a sling, about to be the centre of attention for a 24 hour live stream of sex and depravity.

“Hello Sir, I’m here to talk to you about the recent notice I received about my job termination. I would like to present an item to help you change your mind on that decision.”

“Time to present for your weekly performance inspection. We can’t have the team being damaged cause a player isn’t pulling their weight.”

“What did I say? One wish and your worries that guy at work would all disappear. Now, why don’t you send him a nice picture, show him how much of a good boy you want to be for him. Make sure you show him how smooth and tight your hole is too.”

“That’s it, reach back and spread those cheeks. You want to see the head priest you’ve got to go through all of us first, better go two at a time if you want to see him before this week is over.”

“Here, Gentlemen, we have subject #6. As you can see he is a smooth jock, hard and very tight. All hypnoed out and waiting for you to use him. With an added bonus, the highest bidder can have him addicted to their cock.”

“That’s it boy, keep jerking off, keep cumming, keep growing. The more you cum the bigger you’ll get. Can you feel how big you’ve already gotten?”

“So how does your first time taking dick feel, straight boy?”

“Come on slut , keep training that hole and that body. This is combining your two workouts, you should be thanking me slave.”

“That’s it, just relax to the sounds of my voice. You want to make your body perfect for your master.”

“Good afternoon gentlemen. Welcome to detention.”

“Good Morning Mr.Smith. I’m sure you’re wondering where you are, all you need to know is that this is the first day of your new life. You are no longer a blue collar worker, you are now a brand new sex slave.. Or you will be once we train you up.”

“Why is it crying?” “Well we thought that letting our product keep some of their sanity would be a new feature for those Masters who like a trained body but a struggling mind.” “We’ll take it.”

“Dude, how many of those unnamed sex drugs did you take!? You know there’s one going around that gives people cum for brains... Oh well, guess there’s no point in a hungry slut going to waste.”

“Maybe three drops of this fag maker drug was too much... or maybe it was just the right amount.”

A few of the ‘special’ beers, that’s all it took for the straight boys to be not so straight.

“Fu-- fuck yeah! Fuck me dude!” The best part about hypnotising any volunteer you wanted into a massive slut was you could do it over and over again.

“Mr.Jones...I know that tutoring classes are now all online but class still calls for you to wear... clothing..” “Sir I am wearing clothes, see. Get a good look so you don’t try call me out again.” 

[spideyobsessed]

Just Another Trope || T.H.

college!tom x reader

Chapter 6: The Mean Girl

Synopsis: Time for the big playoffs game!

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You pace back and forth in your room, biting your nails and unable to peel your eyes off of that damn jersey. The realization that you and Tom are just a hair short from being official is finally dawning on you. You don’t know how to be a girlfriend. You’ve never done it before!

At last, you’ve let yourself believe that Tom truly likes you exactly how you are, but the urge to put in extra effort into how you look is becoming overbearing. You groan loudly as you throw yourself on your bed. A few minutes pass by when you get the bright idea to text Gen and the rest of her small group.

A few more minutes go by until you can actually think of what to say. Even through text messages, talking to people can be so nerve wracking for you. But this has to be done. You contemplate on what to say, trying your best not to sound like you’ve been deprived of socialization your whole life. Finally, you just settle for—

Y/n: Hey!

G: Heyy Y/n! What’s up?

Y/n: Do you think I can get ready with you guys? Tom is letting me wear his jersey and I just wanna look… nice

Y/n: Nvm that was a weird thing to ask. Sorry!

You throw your phone to the side before slamming your face into a pillow and letting out a muffled scream. “God, why do you have to be so awkward?” You curse yourself out loud.

You take another peek at your phone to see if they at least gave you a pity reply, but no notifications were shown. Great. Just as you were about to give up on the idea of looking good at the game, you jump when you hear rapid knocks at your door.

You shuffle over to the door and slowly crack it open. Based off the intensity of the knocks, you’re partly expecting a huge, burly man to be standing there with duct tape and zip ties in hand. To your surprise, it’s actually Gen. Behind her stand Hayden, Willow, and Nova, all of them with various kinds of makeup, hair care, and skin care products. They heave heavily, Willow even taking a deep puff from her inhaler.

“Uh, hi.” You mutter.

Gen smiles and weakly pushed past you, allowing herself into your dorm room. “Sorry we took so long.” She says, “We came right away when we saw your text.”

You snicker, “It’s okay. Fifteen seconds isn’t too bad.”

The rest of the group takes her lead and files right in. You can’t resist the smile that creeps onto your lips as you realize this must be what it’s like to have friends. Real friends. Not people who only talk to you because you have a class together.

“You have to tell us EVERYTHING.” Nova gushes. “I can’t believe Holland finally made a move.”

“And he pulled the hottest person on campus!” Hayden adds as they bring you into a tight hug and sway you back and forth.

You chuckle as you pat them on the back, momentarily forgetting just how awkward you are when it comes to physical contact. Tom and his damn charm have tricked you into thinking you can tolerate it now, but turns out you’re just use to his touch— not that you mind.

“We’re not exactly official yet, you guys.” You remind them.

They all look between one another, each sharing the exact same expression. As if it were some sort of telepathic communication between everyone but you, they let out a loud “Pfft!” in nearly perfect unison.

One of them ushers you towards your vanity and sits you down, their hands immediately going to your hair. “So I think it would look really cute if we braided the front parts of your hair and then pin them back.”

“Really? I was thinking we pick it all up into a messy clip with a soft glam look.”

As one voice begins to overlap the other, you smile to yourself and relax. A guy has finally reciprocated your feelings for him, your grades are still better than ever, and you now have a genuine group of friends. Everything seems to be falling into place for you.

Meanwhile, Tom is also smiling to himself as he finishes lacing up his cleats. You’ve been on his mind since he left your dorm.

“So she said yes?” He hears Harrison’s voice from above him.

Tom snaps out of his thoughts, “What’d you say?”

“Y/n.” Harrison clarifies, grunting as he takes a seat on the ground next to Tom, “You’ve been smiling since you’ve gotten here like a lovesick div. So I’m assuming you finally confessed your love and are currently living happily ever after.”

The pink tint simmers into Tom’s cheekbones as he thinks about the mini make out session he had with you just moments before arriving at practice. “Yeah. Almost there, mate.” Tom responds. He’s never been one to kiss and tell.

Harrison smiles and grabs a hold of one of Tom’s shoulders, “Happy for you, bro.”

“What’s this I hear? Holland got himself a little girlfriend?!” Their teammate chimes in, having heard part of their conversation while passing by.

Another one of their teammates joins in by whistling, “Damn Tom. You actually snagged that hot, smart chick you brought to practice?”

“She has a name.” He corrects them, trying not to sound too defensive.

The immature group of boys let out a chorus of “oohs” while playfully shoving Tom around and pinching his cheeks. They pucker their lips and begin making kissing noises, inevitably sending the poor Brit into a fit of embarrassed laughter. He wants to be upset with the way some of the guys refer to you, and just women in general, but he’ll save that for another day. Right now, he’s still too overjoyed at the thought of seeing you in his jersey. Such a simple, juvenile notion, but Tom is too head over heels to care.

“Okay we won’t call her ‘hot nerdy chick’ anymore. What’s her name for real, bro?”

“It’s—”

“It’s Y/n. Right?” …Jamie.

Tom makes eye contact with her, and she’s furious. Her lips are knitted tightly with raised eyebrows as she pokes her hip out and crosses her arms over her chest. Tom gulps, suddenly hesitant to blab on and on about you. He’s in no way afraid to show you off. It’s just that Jamie is one to cause a scene, and Tom doesn’t want to let anything dampen his good mood. Especially before the game.

He nods his head cautiously, “Yeah. Y/n and I are, uh, unofficially official I guess you can say.”

“Wonderful.” Jamie scoffs unsubtly.

“Yeah it is wonderful, J. Thank you.” Tom answers just as passive aggressively.

Some of the boys on the team snicker at the obvious tension, almost all of them knowing Jamie had her claim on Tom for a long time now. Luckily, the coach blows his whistle, rounding up the team like cattle. Harrison chuckles, “I hope Y/n knows how to fight.”

Tom furrows his brows before giving his best friend’s shoulder a nice warning punch. He tries to follow everyone to the team huddle, but of course, he’s being held back by a small hand on his arm. Tom doesn’t need to look to know it’s Jamie, who is probably about to rip him a new one like the psycho she is. However, much to his surprise, her face is soft and concerned as opposed to her angry demeanor only seconds ago. Instantly, his fight or flight instincts ease up. Being the kind person he is, he decides to give her the time of day.

“What is it now?”

“I’m just worried for you, Tommy. That’s all.”

Tom closes his eyes momentarily, trying to keep his composure, and takes a deep breath. He gently pulls his arm from her grip before taking a step back, creating a respectful distance. “What is there to worry about?” He asks. “Y/n has never done anything to anyone.”

“No, I know that! Trust me, she’s a total sweetheart.” She giggles tensely. “It’s just that… I know she’s not used to getting much attention from guys, and let’s face it, anyone with a functioning pair of eyeballs can tell she has a thing for Harry Osborn—”

Tom seethes at the mere mention of his name, jealousy getting the best of him. “What does he have to do with any of this?”

“I’m getting there! Word on the street is Harry’s gonna make a move on Y/n tonight. I just don’t want to see you get hurt when the guy of her dreams finally gives her the attention she’s been craving.” Jamie huffs.

‘The guy of her dreams?’ Tom thinks to himself. From the way you’ve described Harry, it always sounded like a small, innocent crush. What if you’re only settling for him because Harry is too busy sleeping with all the freshman? Tom physically shudders. ‘What did she ever see in him? Would she really leave me for him though?’

His thoughts are interrupted by that same grating voice. “You still there, Tommy?”

“Yeah.” Tom’s voice is hoarse. “I don’t need you to worry about me or Y/n. We’re going to be just fine.”

“Are you sure?”

There’s a beat. A pause. Just like it’s been for the past couple of weeks, Tom isn’t sure again. Now there’s so much to think about. So many details to overanalyze. So many things that could possibly happen. Tom is not sure at all now, but still he says—

“I’m positive.”

With that, he turns around to join his teammates.

Jamie is only a few steps behind him with a confident strut and a smirk on her lips. She has a plan, and it’s been in motion since this morning. The deceivingly harmless strawberry blonde is going to get what she wants, one way or another. And she couldn’t care less who goes down in the process.

“Are you guys sure the eyeliner isn’t too much?” You question your friends one last time.

“Noo!”

“Absolutely not.”

“Not at all.”

You sigh and close the camera app on your phone. Currently, you’re riding in Willow’s car along with the others. You feel bad for the amount of times they’ve had to reassure you tonight, but you can’t help feeling a little out of place. You have to admit, you do look incredible. However, between the falsies and the “subtle” glittery eyeshadow, you almost feel like an imposter. What if Tom doesn’t even like you with makeup on? Or worse— he does.

Your anxious overthinking has no choice but to move to the background of your mind as Willow successfully finds a place to park in the crowded parking lot. You all shuffle out of the car one by one as a sudden rush of excitement vibrates through your bones. This is the first time you’ve gone to a school function that wasn’t mandatory.

“Let’s put some pep in our step, ladies and non-lady.” Nova says, “We have to hurry, if we want good seats!”

You could just scream as happiness bubbles in your stomach. Despite how out of place you may feel while hanging out with this crowd and wearing the star player’s jersey, you let yourself have hope and let your guard down— something Tom has taught you how to do unintentionally. Gen and Hayden link their arms with yours as you all begin to make your way through the sea of people.

You’re reminded just how popular Gen and the others are as it quickly became apparent why Nova wanted to hurry inside. You all were barely able to set one foot onto the premises before being bombarded by what seemed like every single person on campus. In such a short amount of time, you were briefly introduced to lab partners, girls from the volleyball team, old roommates, weird dudes from high school, and somehow your university’s mascot. You huff and briskly tap your foot against the ground, growing more and more anxious the longer it takes to reach the bleachers. The accustomed feeling of being invisible creeps back into your mind. Not a single person that has walked up to your group paid you more than a simple “hi” or a judgemental glance up and down.

Your heartbeat begins to thump louder than the overlapping conversations of everyone around you. “Hey, I’m going to use the restroom really quick.” You lean over and whisper to Gen.

“Okay, I can come with you.” She smiles.

“No, no. It’s okay, it’s just right there.” You insist.

Gen looks at the distance between the restrooms and where they’ve stopped for the time being. Her gaze turns back over to you with raised brows.

“I’ll be quick.” You have to further reassure her.

“Fine. Just be careful! Holland will murder us if you get kidnapped.”

You offer the best chuckle you can, but your vision is becoming blurry and everyone’s voices are muffled. Your mouth runs dry as you make a beeline for the restrooms. Having panic attacks when you’re around a lot of people isn’t anything new to you, so you know the drill. “Just breathe. Just breathe.”

Instead of entering the restrooms, you find a somewhat secluded spot near them and double over. “Okay. Okay I c-can see, uh, my shoes. Bright lights. The concession stand. Our school colors. And um, my hands. Sure.”

You begin to pace back and forth, trying your best not to look crazy. “Come on, four things I can hear. Um my breathing, the marching band, someone laughing, and people cheering.”

Although your breathing has become a little more steady, the pounding sensation in your head is something you can’t ignore. Still, you continue, “Three things I can feel… my clothes. Um, t-the wind. God, it’s so windy…”

Your speech becomes slurred as you start to feel weak in the knees. You pinch the bridge of your nose and squeeze your eyes shut in hopes that it’ll help you power through. The world suddenly begins to spin faster as a big gust of wind blows through, essentially knocking you off your already unbalanced feet. You quickly mentally prepare for your body to become acquainted with the hard, disgusting ground. However, what you feel instead are a pair of arms underneath your armpits, catching you in a trust fall style.

“Woah! You’re lucky I made it to you in time. You were about to eat dirt, literally.”

You recognize the voice, but you’re still too much in a daze to properly react. He helps you get stable, holding onto your hips until you stop wobbling. “Thanks, Harry.”

“No problem. Here, you can have my water.” He offers.

Your eyes meet his and you smile thankfully, grabbing the water bottle from him and taking a few big gulps.

Harry carries on with the small talk, “So I see you’re here for Holland.” You follow his finger and realize he’s referring to the earth shattering soccer jersey clinging to your torso.

“Yeah. He.. uh, he- well we are uh… yeah I’m here for Tom.” You stutter, but not because Harry is making you nervous. You just don’t want to be the first one to say you and Tom are exclusive.

Harry nods curtly and sucks his teeth, “Man that’s too bad because I always thought you were kinda cute. Happy for you guys though.”

You’re immediately confused. No, dumbfounded. NO, you’re actually flabbergasted by the words that just came out of his mouth. You rack your brain thinking of what interaction the two of you could’ve possibly had to make him think you’re cute. He’s never paid attention to you long enough to really conclude that. Even when he kissed you in high school, you could tell his mind was somewhere else. What’s confusing you the most, however, is why he decided to tell you now. You thought him and Tom were friends, and that’s definitely not something you say to your friend’s almost girlfriend.

“What-”

“Y/n, there you are! Is… everything okay?” Gen trots over to you and Harry, looking between you two suspiciously.

It’s hard to pull your gaze away from him, but not for your usual reasons. This is the first time you’ve seen him without rose colored glasses— your first glimpse of how he masks such toxicity with charisma. ‘What did I ever see in him?’ You think to yourself.

“Peachy.”

“Never better.”

You both answer as you still stare at him in bewilderment. Harry stands there with a deceivingly warm grin.

Gen chuckles awkwardly, “O-kay. Well the girls found a seat, so we should go.” She tugs on your arm.

“Mind if I tag along with you guys for a little while? My buddies definitely aren’t here yet.” Harry interjects.

“Where are they?” She asks him.

“They’re still setting up for the party.”

Gen nods, “Oh. Well then of course. The more the merrier.”

Tom stands on his tiptoes as if that’ll give him a better view of the crowd. Harrison let’s out a hearty chuckle at the sight of his best friend resembling a young boy looking for his parents in the crowd at his first recital. “She’ll show up soon, Thomas.” Harrison reminds him.

“But when?!” Tom exclaims, not caring that he now looks and sounds like a small child. “Look. There’s Nova, Willow, and Hayden, but no Y/n.”

“Also, no Gen.” Harrison points out his missing girlfriend. “Maybe they just stopped at the concession.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’m still gonna keep an eye out though.” He insists, continuing to hold a strong gaze on the stands.

For multiple reasons, tonight is nerve racking for Tom. If the team wins, they get into the playoffs and everyone is counting on him to get them there. Not only is it an important game, it’s the first game you’re ever gonna see him play in. Although he might not show it all the time, you already make him nervous enough! There’s just something about your captivating eyes and gorgeous smile that could make Tom melt right into his shoes. He’ll have hundreds of people cheering him on tonight, but he only cares about one.

He scans every face and his eyes dart between every entrance until finally he sees Gen. Tom perks up and his heart is racing. He’s gonna explode. He’s going to absolutely explode if he has to wait a second longer to see… you.

“Wow.” He mumbles to himself as you make your grand appearance. You look just as he thought you would. Beautiful. His entire face and the tip of his ears burn bright red with adoration. He wishes he could leave kisses all over your face right in that moment.

Tom watches in awe as you look around nervously. He can tell you’re trying your best to be more social. A part of him is so proud to see you with Gen because he didn’t set that up for you this time. He’s glad that his “tutoring” has paid off just as much as yours has.

He cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, “Hey! Y/n!”

You look down at the field, knowing there’s not a chance anyone in the stands would be calling your name. You scan the green turf and all you can see are players wearing the same colored jersey as you.

“Over here! To your right!”

You can barely hear him, but still your eyes slowly shift to your right. Sure enough, there’s Tom completely alone off to the side. He jumps up and down and waves his arms with the biggest grin on his face. You giggle at his antics, yet you find yourself mirroring him exactly. The both of you act as if you didn’t see each other earlier this morning. You excitedly point to his number plastered on your stomach and back, along with his last name. You understand that wearing his jersey is a big deal to him.

Tom laughs to himself. He knows full and well he’s drawn the attention of half the people in the crowd, but right now, all he can focus on is you. He cups his hands around his mouth one more time to shout—

“…Beautiful!”

You weren’t sure if he yelled a full sentence or not, the voices around you beginning to grow louder and louder. Still, you heard the important part. You blush madly and place a hand over your swelling heart. Almost completely in sync, Tom does the same. When did you become so crazy about him?

“Sorry guys! I got stopped by one of my professors. Something about 10 missing assignments.” Harry explains himself as he catches up to you and Gen. He places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it slightly. “Maybe I can be your next study buddy, yeah?” You can feel your skin screaming for help as he then rubs up and down your arm. Of course, you’re too nice to say anything about it so instead you subtly try shrugging him off.

The moment shared between you and Tom was short lived. He witnessed the whole thing, feeling an empty pit growing in his stomach. He tried his best not to let Jamie’s words get to him, but seeing that asshole with his hand on you makes all of his previous worries return. Tom’s too far away to read your body language, let alone see your facial expressions. This only makes him more anxious. He starts to worry he didn’t make his feelings clear enough back at your dorm. Although he’s not quite sure how you can misinterpret “Y/n, I’ve liked you for a really long time now”.

You offer Tom a small wave before joining the others on the bleachers. He waves back, hoping you can’t see the change in his facial expression from where you are.

Soon after this encounter, the game began and the team wasn’t off to a very good start. They were missing passes, missing goals, and there have already been 2 fights that nearly broke out. You don’t know anything about soccer. You only know as much as Tom has told you, which is very little. However, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that 5-0 is not ideal.

“Oh…OH! WHOO!” You cheer.

“No, Y/n. That’s not a good thing.” Nova grumbles.

You look at her in confusion and then back down to the scene on the field. “What? Why? Tom pushed him out of the way and got the ball.”

“Pushing isn’t exactly allowed.” Gen explains, “See the ref raising a yellow card now? That means Tom just got a warning and he’s benched for a few minutes.”

Your slump shoulders, still not completely understanding how some pushing is allowed and some pushing isn’t. You watch Tom stomp over to the bench while running furious hands through his hair. This is a sharp contrast to the sweet, happy Tom you’re always witnessing.

He sits down and groans, angrily knocking a water bottle that was near him to the ground. Jamie, who was already on the bench, slides closer to him. “That was such a bullshit call.”

“No, it wasn’t. I shoved him.” Tom admits. “And did you see me miss that goal earlier? God, I’m playing like absolute shit today. Of course, this would be the first game Y/n gets to see.”

Tom squeezes his eyes shut as he anxiously bounces his leg up and down. Jamie rolls her eyes and looks back at the crowd. She can’t help but scoff when she spots you, watching from the crowd with confusion etched in your features as Gen tries explaining the game to you.

“Something tells me she wouldn’t know the difference.” She mutters.

For a brief moment, she makes eye contact with Harry. No words were exchanged, but everything they needed to say was said.

Jamie turns around and places a comforting hand on Tom’s back. “I’m sure she’s still gonna think you’re amazing, Tommy. I mean, who wouldn’t?” With her free hand, she twirls around a strand of hair.

“It’s more than just that. It’s bad enough that I needed help in class and she had to tutor me. Now suddenly I suck at the one thing I swore I was good at. She’s gonna think I’m pathetic.” Tom seethes.

He’s upset enough that his team is losing, but it’s a different story when they’re losing because of him. Shame fills him and all he wants is to be in your arms, but he can’t even look at you right now because he’s so embarrassed.

“Whatever. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. Sorry.”

“Holland!” The coach yells. “You’re back in. Hurry up!”

Without another word exchanged, Tom runs back onto the field. You clap and cheer for his return, “Yeah, Tom! Whooo!”

From beside you, you can hear Harry chuckle. “I wonder what’s throwing your boyfriend off his game.”

“It’s probably just nerves.” You defend, “Everyone gets nervous.”

Harry scoffs, “Not me.”

You purse your lips and awkwardly nod your head, unsure of how to respond to that. You stare at Harry as if he was a stranger. That’s when you realize that in reality, he is. It doesn’t matter that he remembered your name or that he was your first kiss, you know nothing about him. Annoyance pumps through your veins as you begin to pick up on what he’s trying to do.

“Don’t you think he was a little too close to that Jayden chick down there?” He asks you.

You roll your eyes in response, “You mean Jamie?”

“Same difference.”

This reminder of Jamie takes you back to this morning. Your blood boils as your mind replays the image of her hands all over his arm and her lips dangerously close to his ears. It’s none of your business, but you wished you asked Tom what she whispered to him.

“I’m just saying, it doesn’t seem very boyfriend material of him.”

“Well he’s not exactly my boyfriend yet so…”

A menacing smirk grows on Harry’s lips as he quirks up his brow, “So there’s still a chance for me. Good to know.”

An incredulous laugh escapes your lips as you bask in the irony. Harry’s had a chance for years, and for the first time, you couldn’t care less about him. That’s when your eyes find Tom on the field. His curls are dampened by sweat, causing them to droop down into his face. You’re a good distance away, but you can still see his muscular chest heaving with every deep breath he takes. Your heart swells.

Suddenly, Tom steals the ball from his opponent and you jump to your feet instinctively. He rushes across the field, dodging the other players left and right.

“Go, Tom!”

He can see that he’ll soon be surrounded and blocked by at least three other players, so Tom scoops out his options. Having to decide quickly, he passes the ball with a hard kick to Harrison before smacking into his opponent and tumbling to the ground. Harrison secures the ball, dribbling it the rest of the way down the field before making the teams first goal of the game.

The rest of the crowd joins you on their feet as they cheer, Gen roaring the loudest of all of them.

“What a spectacular way to end the first half of our game with a clean goal made by Osterfield, who had an assist from Holland! Stay tuned to see if these two young men can lead their team to the playoffs tonight.” The commentator booms over the speaker.

After being informed that you can talk to Tom during halftime, you don’t waste a second getting down there. You watch as your friends greet their partners, giggling to yourself as you take in all the matching jerseys. Suddenly, your feet are being lifted off of the ground and the world begins to spin faster than usual.

You let out a shrill laughing yell as you wrap your arms around the neck of who you’re assuming is Tom.

“Oh, am I glad to see you, darling. I feel like it’s been ages.” Tom sighs dramatically.

He sets you back down, but you both remain secured in each other’s arms. “It’s only be a few hours.” You giggle.

“A few too many, in my opinion. Thank you for coming.” He says.

Tom leans over to press a sweet kiss to your lips, which you graciously accept. He smiles like a madman when you pull apart, forgetting all about his frustrations from earlier in the game.

You cup his face in your hands, “No need for thanks. You were doing so great out there! I mean that goal you just made- UGH!”

“Harrison made that goal, darling.”

“Yeah, but you helped him, right? Oh my god, the way you stole the ball! That was AMAZING! How do you even move your feet like that??” You continue to gush.

Without trying, you’ve significantly improved Tom’s mood. Even in his worst moments, you can always see the best in him. The twinkle in your eyes as you talk about him sends warmth throughout his body.

“I know they’re gonna throw the party tonight if we win or not—”

“When we win.” You swiftly correct him.

Tom smiles and decides to throw you a bone, “When we win… but how about we ditch?”

“You wanna ditch the party? Why?”

He shrugs sheepishly, “There’s somewhere else I wanna take you. It’s special.”

Memories from the last time Tom did something special for you flood your mind. You can’t help the giddiness that comes with those thoughts, but you choke it down. There’s nothing more lame than literally squealing at the mere reminder of your first date with Tom.

“I guess I could ditch the party scene for once.” You say sarcastically.

“Thank you so much! I know pulling Y/n L/n away from a total rager is a lot to ask.” Tom matches your level of sarcasm with an obnoxious American accent.

You lean into his chest as you both laugh, and he wraps his arms around your frame. Unknowingly to the both of you, Jamie watches your entire interaction from a distance. Obviously bothered, she rolls her eyes before marching away.

“I was thinking about hitting the concession stand. Those hot dogs look like the perfect amount of gourmet and gas station chic.” You joke, “Do you want anything?”

“Um maybe just a gatorade please.”

“Blue?”

“Red.”

“Weirdo.”

Tom’s jaw drops and he playfully slaps his hand over his heart like he always does. “You show up to one social event on your own and it’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

You giggle and lightly shove his shoulder, “So dramatic.”

This time you’re the one to pull him in for a quick peck before making your way to the concession stand. The lines were dreadfully long, seeming like everyone had the same bright idea to come down during halftime. If Tom didn’t request anything, you would’ve said fuck it and went back to your friends. A mediocre hot dog is not worth it. Regardless, you stand there in a long line, happily keeping to yourself and listening to the conversations around you. After a good 15 minutes, you finally purchased your things. You say thank you to the clearly stressed out students running the stand before walking back to the field.

Right as you were about to round the corner and step back onto the field, you bump into someone and drop your hot dog.

“Oh goodness. I’m so sor—”

“Wow! Someone really needs to watch where they’re going.” The voice of Jamie rings in your ears.

Instantly, it becomes clear that this wasn’t an accident. You grip the red gatorade in your hand tightly as adrenaline pumps through your veins.

“You almost stained my jersey, girly.”

“Sorry.” You mutter.

You tried to walk around her without saying another word, but she sidesteps and continues to block your path. “It seems like we’re matching tonight.” She says, referring to Tom’s jersey, “You and Tommy sure are the talk of the town right now.”

“Are we?” You ask, despite knowing you can’t believe anything she says.

“I mean why wouldn’t you guys be? Tom Holland and this random…cute…girl on the honor roll. It’s a match made in heaven.” Jamie smiles widely.

There’s a beat of silence between the two of you. You’re not sure what to say or do next. Nothing seems like a good option, you just know that she’s trying to rope you into some stupid game. You can feel your breath getting shakier, but the last thing you want is to let her know she intimidates you.

You gather yourself before asking, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Funny that you ask!” She exclaims, “I thought I should just come to you, woman to woman.”

“W-What does that mean?” You curse yourself for stuttering.

Jamie purses her glossed lips before taking a step closer to you. She places one of her hands on your shoulder, “I don’t think Tommy has been completely honest with you.”

You scoff and shrug her off of you. One more time, you try to walk away from her, but she blocks you again. “Tom and I have had sex before!”

You pause. A long pause. You look her in the eye and really study her face. As much as you don’t want to admit it, she’s not lying. You can tell. You don’t know whether you should burst into tears or punch her in the face. For the second time tonight, you’re reminded of the day you went on that date with Tom. That same night, he told he’s only been with one girl romantically in high school and one girl sexually last year. She’s telling the truth.

“Why are you telling me this?” You ask lowly. Any louder and your voice will crack.

Jamie sighs, “I just thought I should warn you. He’s a player, Y/n. He might put on the sweet guy act. Always complimenting you, taking you on nice dates, the whole nine yards. But that’s all it is— an act. Tom isn’t afraid to play the long game.”

“You’re lying.” You spit even though you know deep down she’s not.

“Y/n, I’m not lying.”

“How do I know that?!”

“Let me guess. He gave you a big speech right? A really sweet one? He said something like you’re the most gorgeous person to graze the earth. Your voice is his new favorite song. When you walk in a room you’re the only one he sees, the only one he ever wants to see. Or something like that.”

You suck in a sharp breath, begging the tears brimming your eyes not to fall down your cheeks. There’s no way she could’ve guessed all of that. She recited it exactly.

“Yeah, he told me the same thing. I gave in, we hooked up, and then he ghosted me. Why do you think he barely acknowledges me when I’m around?” Jamie finishes.

If your breath wasn’t obviously shaky before then it really is now. Everything was a lie. You spent weeks with Tom, and you knew things were moving sort of fast, but you didn’t care. You trusted him and everything he said. You fell for all the grand gestures. It’s like the wind was knocked out of your lungs. You fell for it. Fell for him.

“Sorry to break it to ya, babes.” Jamie apologizes, “I can take this to Tommy. I’m pretty sure blue is his favorite, but this will do. Take care!” She turns on her heels and she’s gone.

“What the fuck.” You mutter to yourself.

You go through a range of emotion, all of the provoking tears. How could he? After you opened up to him, after you helped him, after you kissed him. You should have known better. How could you be so stupid?

Just as you were about to walk away from the game and most likely all the way back to your dorm, you hear his voice.

“Hey, Y/n! My buddies and I are gonna start pregaming a little early. Do you wanna come with or do you wanna watch Holland—”

“No.” You sniffle. “Let’s go.”

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The Birthday Party

Kento Nanami x reader

Content: Tooth rotting fluff, suggestive words

Summary: You and Nanami finally get a moment to yourselves at Yuji’s birthday party. (tbh this is just fluff, not much happening then just feel good moments with Nanami if you can’t tell i am coping poorly)

The loud music blares through the campus disrupting anything and everything in the area. It’s just noise, Nanami thinks, definitely nothing of quality. Of course, perhaps he’s biased in the fact it’s something that the kids and Gojo picked out to liven the spirits. Itadori’s birthday was an event they wanted to be cheerful for. Even if the fact of this birthday will probably be one of the last ones Itadori would celebrate was hanging harshly on everyone. So the reality was tabled in favor for them to focus on celebrating the boy who frankly deserved it more than anyone could really understand. Nanami can hear the teens laughing eagerly. Everyone seems to be having fun. So he makes sure not to show his distaste for the music on his face. “

You know Kento you can relax a little,” You say brightly as you move to his side. Handing over to him a cup.

“Didn’t see you walking over here,” Kento tells you. You chuckle lightly.

“You were too focused on the kids to notice,” You point out, “it’s soda. That alright?” He nods lightly. “They all are really enjoying the party. Even Maki seems to be getting into it.”

“They need the break,” He points out. You nod lightly. Your hands now clutched around your own plastic cup. Rings scrapping ever so slightly against the sides. His eyes trail over you. The party attire gives you an excuse to dress more casually, but also more in your style. You always complain about how the sorcerer world doesn’t give you many chances to really express yourself. He’s heard your tangent about how the higherups have complained about your clothing choices more than once because they are all “way too old to understand fashion”. He didn’t get much of it but he’d always listen. Knowing just how much you appreciate him wanting to listen. “You look beautiful,” He says with a soft smile. You chuckle at his words.

“That’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today,” You inform him, “but thank you.”

“I just want you to know how amazing I think you look,” He explains, “you’re gorgeous.” You smile. He feels the rush of electricity in his bones as you do. Your smile ethereal. He thinks you’re too pretty to be real sometimes. Way too gorgeous to be his. When you first met he used to wait for the other shoe to drop. Someone can’t be this smart and kind and absolutely gorgeous. This utterly perfect. But the other shoe never dropped and he never question it. Afraid that the second he did that something bad would happen. The other shoe dropping would be the cruel knife of fate cutting the time you two had together short. In any way that it could.

“You look very handsome Kento,” You say sweetly as you move towards him. He moves to slip his arm around your waist. A not entirely subtle way for him to show that you’re his. Pulling you close so that your hip hits his. “So amazing.” He smiles lightly as you look over at him.

 “I think you’re exaggerating,” He says as he meets your eyes.

“Oi don’t do that,” You say firmly as you pull away from him slightly to move and cup his cheek not letting him look away from you, “don’t play it off like I’m lying to you- because I’m not. You’re amazing Kento.” He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he looks over your features carefully. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He says softly. You smile moving to meet him in a sweet kiss. His free hand moving to slip around your waist. Both of you trying to be careful in your movements to accommodate for the cups. You pull away and move kissing along his cheeks and then his jaw as he chuckles lightly at the action.

“I love you,” You say between each kiss, “I really really love you.” He won’t say it but he appreciates how physical you are. How great you make him feel. “My big handsome man,” You say before placing one last kiss on his forehead.

 “What did I ever do to deserve you?” He asks as he meets your eyes.

“I should be asking you that,” You say with a light laugh, “I mean- you Kento Nanami are like the perfect man.” He rolls his eyes lightly. “I mean you’re respectful, sweet, understanding, sexy.”

“Are you sucking up to me right now?” He asks as he looks down at you.

“Yes and no,” You reply, “I am being entirely honest- but spreading it on a little thick in the hopes that I can spend the night completely interrupted later with my fiance… And you can be a lot less than  kind to me tonight.” You send him a wink. He adjusts his tie lightly as his face goes red. Hoping to play off how completely flustered you are. Especially considering the poor timing of Gojo walking towards you two.

“Hey, love birds!” Gojo says eagerly, “you two are missing out on all of the fun.”

“Yeah?” You ask the white-haired man, “sorry didn’t mean to… us old people just got a little tired.” Gojo laughs.

“You both are younger than me,” He points out. You make a face.

“Sorry to break it to you Satoru,” You tease, “you are pretty old.” He scoffs. A little offended but mostly playing around. Nanami laughs as he raises his drink to his lips. Gojo looks over at the blonde quickly. Gojo would never admit it but he did think the two of you were good for each other and he’s completely glad you two got together. Without you, he’s never seen the blonde man so comfortable and happy.

 “Take it back I am not old!”

“You’re pretty much ancient,” You mock.

“I am spry and young!” Gojo exclaims, “I am at the peak of my life.” You nod clearly unconvinced. Gojo looks over to Nanami. “My beloved Nanami do you see how your fiance talks to me! It should be criminal.”

“If you ask me she’s being too nice,” Nanami says, “besides I think someone needs to be there to humble you.” Gojo scoffs.

“Wow I can’t believe this,” He says, “And to think I was going to let you both know that Yuji is cutting the cake.” You both shake your heads at the older man. “Come on.” You two follow the man over to where the others had gathered. Your hand is laced with Kento’s. He keeps a firm hold on you. Like that somehow you’d just float away if he didn’t. Everyone sings for Yuji, then you move to help with cutting the cake. Not wanting one of the kids to be the one with the knife. Gojo stands back with Nanami. “You looove her,” Gojo teases. Nanami rolls his eyes.

“I think that’s been established,” Nanami points out, “I mean we are engaged.” Gojo shrugs. 

“You take the fun out of teases you,” Gojo says with a slight pout, “I mean come on let me have some fun with it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“As your future best man-”

“Who said you’d be my best man?”

“I’m not?!” Gojo exclaims capturing the attention of the other guests. You look over raising a brow as you hand a piece of cake over to Toge. “Y/n did you know that Kento isn’t making me his best man?!” She chuckles lightly. “You knew? The betrayal!”

“We aren’t having a wedding party,” You offer in defense as you move back to cutting the cake.

“So I’m not going to be your maid of honor either?” Gojo asks at once, “why am I even coming?”

“About that,” Nanami says as he looks over to Gojo, “no one said you were invited.” Gojo looks at the blonde in clear offense. Taken back by the audacity at the two people he thought were his friends.

“I wasn’t invited! I am the reason you got together-”

“Kento don’t lie to him,” You say shutting the white-haired man down, “you are invited Gojo- but like I said we aren’t having a bridal party but if it means that much to you then sure you can be my maid of honor.”

“That’s what I thought,” Gojo says as you hand him a piece of cake. He moves off to bother Megumi while you look over to the blonde.

“He would have believed that he wasn’t invited if you had let it go on a minute longer,” Nanami points out.

“Yeah and then we’d have to worry about him getting back at us by objecting at our wedding with a whole confession speech for you,” You point out, “trust me it’s easier this way.” Nanami nods. “Want a slice?”

“Wanna share one?” He asks. You nod. Cutting off a bigger piece for you two to split. The two of you ditch your cups on the table as you move towards him with the slice of cake and two forks. “You know I’m glad that we came tonight- I am actually having fun.”

“You always have fun with me Kento babe,” You point out as you raise your fork full of cake up. Offering him the bite.

 “I do,” He says, “you feeding me now?”

“Practicing for our wedding night,” You tell him. He nods. Moving to take the bite. You move to stab the fork into another piece. Taking that bite for yourself. “That’s so good- Gojo and his fancy bakeries… Maybe since he’s my maid of honor he’ll buy us a cake?”

“I would not trust that to him,” Kento points out. You laugh lightly.

“What you don’t want a cake with his face on it for our big night?” You tease. 

“He’ll actually do it,” Kento says. You shrug.

“It’ll keep things interesting,” You point out. You look back over to him smiling lightly.

 “I really love you,” He says as he looks at you. You smile.

“I really love you too,” You reply. Your brows furrow slightly. “Everything alright?” He nods. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I just am so in love with you,” He admits, “I never thought I could love someone so much.” You chuckle lightly.

“Well, I’m glad that I could be the one you love,” You say as you set the cake on the table. Moving to cup his cheek. “Because I love you more than anything or anyone in this world.” He smiles. You move meeting him in a sweet kiss.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if it could always be like this?” Nanami thinks to himself as he moves to peck your temple.

. 

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May I request a reaction(?)/headcanon?

(twst boiz }:‑))

Rook, Sebek, Idia, Jack and Azul reacting to a secretly ripped reader.

Explanation!: Reader wears a lot if oversized stuff, lazy af, tends to skip PE classes and etc. You know acting like they're weak and stuff while in reality they're just lazy. For some reason Vargas saw the potential and the true power in reader, so he decided to add them to the team of [insert a really brutal sport or smt]. Everyone r like: "Y?? They weak!" When it's Readers time to enter the game, they take their hoodie off and omG those muscles. I swear someone fainted right on spot. And someone went 🧎🤰 After Absolutely destroying opponents team, they're just like "ok, I did the thing! Now I want my super duper rare chips".

A/N: This is such a creative premise, thank you for sending it!!

MC goes by they/them pronouns :)

Warnings: none except that MC takes off their shirt

Honestly Y/N was known to be one of the most laziest people on campus, so lazy that it even rivaled Leona! Which there has to be some form of intervention for them because it’s just getting out of hand. And while it benefitted in certain situations, such as annoying Grim to actually start moving his lazy ass around the house, or bullies leaving them alone since Y/N couldn’t bother to muster a reaction.

However they continued to skip P.E classes, and just all around not doing anything. So it came to a surprise that when they were called to Vargas’ office.

“Wait. Y/N where are you going?” Ace questioned, as their friend went with their backpack toward the door.

“I got an interview with Vargas for something. Watch Grim for me please, later” they replied relaxed. And while both Deuce and Ace questioned what their friend was going to be interviewed for, the pair just looked at each other, shrugged and went back to their schoolwork.

Once Y/N got to Vargas’ office, they sat on the chair on the other side of his desk. The student gazed at the sports paraphernalia on the walls, before Vargas started talking.

“Well Y/N, I bet you’re wondering why I called to talk to you?” He asked.

“Yup” the student said, keeping their answers short and concise.

“You tend to skip my classes a great amount, and while both you and Grim are enrolled as one student your lack of participation is dropping your grade,” Vargas said while standing up.

Y/N started to feel bad, sure they didn’t really care to participate but they didn’t want to inconvenience Grim.

“But, I will promise you one thing, I can feel the potential in you Y/N!” the man said excitedly, slightly spooking you. “As a man who is incredible person overflowing with talent,” Vargas started,

‘Wowee, pretty narcissistic’ you thought, but then you started to pay attention again.

“I can see greatness within others, it’s almost like my 6th sense. And I can feel it within you. Now all I ask of you Y/N, is that you participate in the Great Dodging Tournament try outs. And I will raise your grade” The older man offered, Vargas really believed in you.

And that really put a smile on your face, “You know what, I’ll do it.”

“Thanks kiddo!” the man boomed with a great smile on his face while ruffling your head.

I mean, if he’s this excited you can try for him.

~

It was tryouts, Deuce and Ace were a little apprehensive for Y/N to be participating. I mean the Great Dodging Tournament involves one person dodging great magical attacks from the opposite team, in order to get at least one of the balls from the other team. And while you didn’t technically need magical powers to compete, it certainly did help.

“Y/N L/N, you’re up!” It was their turn. Whispers broke out, everyone didn’t understand why they were even allowed to participate.

“Have you even seen them run?” Someone whispered.

The heat was rising despite it being the afternoon, “Damn, I’m getting hot” Y/N says and they start to strip, taking off their oversized shirt.

What came to a great surprise was their physique, incredibly ripped abs. Strong shoulders, back and arms now exposed to everyone.

They did absolutely fantastic for their tryouts, moving across the field with great speed, dodging every single attack and they were able to take 2 out of the 7 balls from the other team. Y/N was excellent, and absolute essential to the Great Dodging Tournament team. Every person was in great shock, they didn’t even break a sweat.

“Alrightie! Now where’s my snacks?” They said, sitting down on the bench.

Rook:

-Oh mon cherie, what have you been hiding from him? ~

-Rook had alot of information on almost everyone at the school, so this definitely came to a shock to him

-A strong advocate for keeping them shirtless all the time

-I mean Y/N lays around all the time, they might as well look good while doing it

-It's just him and Sebek arguing (well it's Sebek who is actually arguing) about what Y/N should do once they come back: Shirt or no shirt?

-He’s very impressed with their strengt and willpower to get that physique

-Very mischievously looks down at Y/N while they complete their audition

-Rook I love you but what are you planning-

Sebek:

-He goes bright red, and starts yelling at Y/N to put a shirt on

-”I-it’s inappropriate for you to be walking around like this! Do you humans not have any shame?!”

-”D-don’t come closer! I don’t want a hug from you!”

-W-what? How could he miss that this mere human held this much power?

-He was incredibly observant (or so he claimed)

-Sebek didn’t know weak, puny humans could possess that type of strength

-If Y/N as a non-magic user were able to obtain this level of power, you were a threat

-Definitely not intimidated by them (he lowkey is intimidated by them)

-While he’s still incredibly opposed to Y/N’s lazy behaviors, he has a newfound respect for them

-Later on he thinks about it more and is marching to their dorm inorder to force them into doing more powerful stuff

-”YOU COULD HAVE GREAT LEVELS OF POWER, JUST WORK YOU LAZY HUMAN!”

-” Naw man, but since you’re up can you get the tv remote? It’s pretty far.”

Idia:

-Of course this happens the one time he goes outside in person!

-Erupts into flames and has a bright ass blush

-Has Ortho calm down his flames with his built in fans

-Idia literally hides inside his hoodie so that no one could notice him

-But I mean it’s kinda hard since at this point he’s looks like a campfire but go off-

-He literally can’t look Y/N in the eyes omg

-Idia tries to talk to them but he just ends up spluttering

-He thought that Y/N had put their shirt back on so he takes his head out of his hoodie and NOPE they still have it off and the cycle of embarrassment repeats

-Idia manages to compliment Y/N, comparing them to a powerful anime character from a show he watched

-The man cannot look at Y/N the same anymore now that he knows what’s under all that baggy clothing

Jack:

-Jack definitely did not see this coming

-Can admit that he is a little flustered (Alot of people teased him since his tail started to wag at the sight of Y/N’s body

-He couldn’t imagine the Y/N he knows doing all of this activity, let alone dodging such powerful magic attacks with this much skill

-They’re a perfect candidate for the team and Jack grows really passionate about you wanting to pursue sports

-Has alot more respect for you

-He will drag Y/N to do a bunch of brutally, active shit with him since the whole “I’m too weak” jig is up

-”Jack pls no”

-”But when you were soaring through the air during Dodging tryouts I heard no complaints. Get your ass up, Y/N”

-While their P.E grade is saved, at what cost?

Azul:

-Azul thought that it was going to be a fun little attempt on Y/N’s part

-Were they joking? I mean he’s never seen them move a muscle for extracurricular activities like sports. Honestly-

-And oh dear oh it’s them shirtless

-Azul is so caught off guard

-He turns away so that Floyd and Jade don’t see his face, but those sneak boys know what’s going on

-”Boss you’re so red!”

-”Ooooh, are you flustered by shrimpy taking off their shirt~”!

-So that’s what you’ve been hiding under your clothing!

-He’s very impressed by your strength, Azul is wondering why you decided to hide it?

-Are you involved in shady business too? Hence why you’re laying low? (Sounds like projection but okay Azul-)

-He’s also thinking about getting you to sign some form of deal so that they can take advantage of your strength (Sorry Y/N)

[alreadyblondenow]

Box of crayons

“We were just two kids back then, but now we have two kids.”

Pairing: Jaehyun x female!reader Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, angst if you squint, childhood friends to lovers, growing up au, college au, to being married. WC: 3,522k Warnings: mentions of getting bullied during kindergarten, alcohol consumption on a college party, getting drunk, swearing, spitting, oral sex: male and female receiving, slight cum play, overstimulation, fingering, cream pie, unprotected sex, switching positions, smut scene is kind of long. A/N: I just want to post something.

Meant to be. You and Jaehyun are meant to be. But not as lovers, at least not yet. For now, you believe that you and Jaehyun are meant to be best friends.

It all started when you saw him starring at his blank paper, close to tears while other kids are teasing him for not having a box of crayons. You came in bolting and scaring those kids with your wrath and told Jaehyun, “stop being such a loser,” and shared with him your box of crayons.

On the next day, you forgot your colors at home and you felt like such a loser because everyone was busy drawing and coloring their works while you’re stuck with this great idea in your mind for your artwork.

“Stop being such a loser,” Jaehyun said and sat beside you to share his box of colors with you this time.

That was the day you learned, at a very young age, that boxes of crayons that has a hundred colors are meant to be shared. You and Jaehyun became friends starting that day and your friendship became like a box of crayons that you’re willing to share with each other.

As long as you both have some colors left on your box, you’re willing to share and got each other’s back.

Your friendship grew and grew during kindergarten, grade school, and high school. Until your families acknowledged your friendship and thought that maybe someday you’ll end up together. On top of that, you and Jaehyun grew up together and watch each other achieve different kinds of great things. May it be through sports, academics, or your hobbies.

“Hey loser,” you sat beside him during lunch break and distract him from doing his assignment.

“Hey yourself” he smirked and continued writing.

It was a busy day in school, the student body organization was busy the whole week because of prom. And to be honest, you are too, you were busy with your dress and you were busy looking for the perfect tie for Jaehyun. And now, you’re just waiting for him to pop the question and finally ask you to prom, which he will because you’re best friend right? So that made you very excited and giddy.

“What do you think of Yeri?” He asked out of nowhere. Smiling and playing with his pen while waiting for your answer but you already felt nervous.

“Popular- She bullied you when we were kids? Why?” you answered short and cold. And you wonder why the man beside you is smiling like a fool.

“I’m taking her to prom, she said yes. It was yesterday in the library, I talked to her, and went straight to the point. I made her blush like crazy...” he proudly told you the story of how he asked someone else to prom but your ears started ringing and you can't hear anything he says already. Turns out when you were busy looking for the perfect tie for him yesterday, he was busy asking the girl he likes to prom.

Everything shifted after prom, you and Jaehyun stopped talking to each other but he was too busy with his new girlfriend to notice that.

Graduation came and summer took place, you and Jaehyun are going to the same college but now you’re not sure if he still wanted the same thing because rumors are he and Yeri are so in love that they will go to the same college. It's useless to reach out if life will eventually separate you and Jaehyun might as well accept it.

As you enter college and made great new friends, you forgot about Jaehyun and focus on your studies during freshman year. But during the start of your sophomore year and while you were at the library to borrow a few books you bumped into him and were forced to catch up and had coffee for old times sake. He paid for the drinks and snacks, obviously, he was happy to see you but you looked uninterested.

And when he noticed that he’s probably taking too much of your time, he finally started a conversation. “I transferred just this semester and I was actually looking forward to seeing you. How are you?”

“Great- look I have to study and I can’t be out this long, uhm...” you started to gather your stuff and ramble. “Maybe some other time Jae,” you said and left with a fake smile. You almost feel bad about what you did but he can’t just waltz back into your life like he didn’t forget about you the moment he had a girlfriend. Now ex-girlfriend.

And as your college years continue, a catch-up never happened again. Although he tried so many times to take you out, but you always refuse and avoid him with all your might whenever you see him around the campus. He was so consistent with bringing you back to his life but you just don’t care anymore because truth be told you were hurt when he left you. Maybe this is revenge? Maybe not? But one thing is for sure, you got hurt and you hated him for it.

Now that you’re in your senior and everything is very stressful, you decided to go to this party with your friends and you were so unlucky that Jaehyun was there with his set of friends, busy playing beer pong and being loud as fuck. Of course he saw you and it halted his moves, he wanted to come say hi to you or hand you a drink but you will for sure pretend that he is invisible so he didn’t.

The party was fun. Thankfully, there were a lot of snacks and overflowing alcoholic beverages as well as non-alcoholic beverages. And because you suck at drinking games, you were downing tequilas and vodkas the whole night and that’s how you got batshit drunk that Jaehyun found you on the bathroom inside the empty tub, sleeping like a baby with a red cup in your hand.

He knew right then and there that he is responsible for you.

“Y/n, it’s Jae. Can you walk?” he asked while patting your head softly. But you can’t talk right now, so you just shook your head ‘no’ and reached for him. You knew that it’s him and you can hear him perfectly but your brain is not working right and the room can’t stop spinning. And you can’t believe you’re saying this but you’re happy that he’s here to take care of you.

You had this same feeling when you forgot your crayons back then and he came to rescue you from your little situation. He’s the same Jaehyun after all.

He offered to drive you back to your dorm which you accepted without any argument, you could’ve thanked him if only you can talk properly. He was so concerned to you that he cleared the backseat of his car and let you lie there comfortably with his jacket covering your legs. And when he brought you to your dorm safely and in one piece, he can't just leave you sleeping with your dirty clothes and helped you clean yourself with closed eyes. Everything was a challenge for him, especially when he had to close his eyes before he removes your blouse, pants, unclasp your bra and make you wear something comfortable to sleep.

Jaehyun then pats your head softly and told you “I’ll get going then, good night” before he leaves and thankfully, you were quick to stop him and you had enough energy to tell him to stay. He smiled so big and felt so happy that he wanted to scream and jump around your room. But he controlled himself and removed his shoes before he lies beside you in your comfortable bed.

To his shock, you swing your arms around him and pulled him closer to you for a tight embrace that he eventually returned. Caressing your back as he melts to your embrace and enjoys the happiness that he’s feeling right now.

“I’m sorry,” he started and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you. Never hurt me again like that, Jaehyun I swear-“

“Shhh. I will never do that to you again,” he said and hummed a song oh so softly until you fall asleep together and meet in each other’s dreams.

Just as you thought that your friendship will never come back, it did and this time it came back with love. But even though that this time love is around to make you two stick together, you never admitted your feelings to each other. You just let your actions do the talking. From him holding your hand during a scary Netflix movie, to you holding his hand while he drives. It was a simple and comfortable ‘relationship’ and you wish he would make it official.

But during a beautiful rainy day when you and Jaehyun decided to stay at your place and enjoy the cold bed weather together instead of going to the movies... everything suddenly fell into place.  

“Mmm. Feels good” Jaehyun moaned as you concentrate on lining the face mask on his face properly. You’re sitting comfortably on top of him, your legs placed on both of his sides, while he’s leaning on your headboard with closed eyes, feeling so relaxed as you pamper him with skincare.

“Stop moaning, my dorm mates might think we're having sex,” you giggle and rake his hair away from his covered face. Holding it nicely as you lean closer to his chest to enjoy the comfort of being on top of him.

“Comfortable?” he asked and placed his hands on your back and made you lean on him completely. He started caressing your back and his soft touches are making you sleepy. You may not know, but he’s very much in love with you and that he will do everything just to keep you this time. He’s just waiting for the perfect time to admit his feelings to you and make everything official.

“Okay times up,” you excitedly said and started removing the face mask. While wiping his clear and handsome face, you see redness on his cheeks and his ears are turning red. You smiled and let out a giggle because that only means Jaehyun is flustered right now.

“Can you blame me? You’re so close to me and you’re literally on top of my dick. Don’t make fun of me if I get hard,” he said with a shy smile. Eyes turning into crescents and his cute dimples are deeper than ever. So instead of making him shy, you decided to make him nervous by grinding on him slowly but with enough pressure to make him in the mood and hard in no time.

His eyes went big when you rolled your hips once. Then it became even bigger when you rolled your hips a few times again which made him tensed up and hold his breath. “Stop it,” he said, but with a smile, that’s so big. He’s completely aware that you’re teasing him.

“But do you really want me to stop?” you said and put more effort into what you’re doing to him. Grinding slowly and deliciously, rolling your head and parting your lips. But the thing is, you’re not acting anymore. Jaehyun does feel so good right now and you’re liking what you started. And now that you’re letting out small moans, Jaehyun came close to you and caught your lips. Holding your head steady and kissing you like how he always wanted to.

“If you don’t stop now, I’ll really, really, really take advantage of this moment,” he said and went back to kissing you. A mixture of happiness and lust and you both feel like your hearts are about to burst because of what's happening right now. Kissing each other while smiling in between, kissing each other even more deeper by every second. It’s like your kisses were saying, ‘i love you’ ‘no, i love you more’. And as you two are busy with your lips, you felt Jaehyun’s hands slip inside your shirt and draw small circles on your skin while kissing as if he wanted you to lift your shirt but he’s just too shy to tell you. So without any warning, you stopped kissing him only to remove your shirt and remove your bra in front of him.

This may not be Jaehyun’s first time seeing a naked girl in front of him, but you sure did make him shy that he avoided looking at you. Flashing those dimples again, and witnessing his ears turn bright red. Brighter than ever. “Stop being shy and touch me,” you command and put your hand on his nape and reached for his other hand to place it on your shoulder. Giving him the freedom to touch you and roam his hand around your body as you continue to grind your clothed pussy on his hard dick.

Soon his hand finally started to move, touching your boobs first and kneading them slowly and carefully until Jaehyun became comfortable and confident to request that you remove your shorts too. Which you did gladly, so now you’re left with only your panties, kissing Jaehyun on the neck and making the man moan and feel good. Lifting his shirt without any hesitation and exposing his very hot body before your eyes and left kisses on it immediately.

Kisses after kisses you made him weak until you reach his sweat pants and pull it down together with his boxers brief so you can plant kisses on his happy trail, lower abdomen, and finally his hard cock. And there it is again, his handsome dimpled smile that shows his shyness. His cock twitched when your cold hands made contact with his cock, pumping it slowly while you watch him close his eyes and roll his head back. He watched you spit on his cock, and slowly put his whole size in your mouth. Gripping the sheets as he loses his mind, gripping the sheets as he breathes in and out heavily, letting out deep groans and making sweet moans.

“Y/n, s-stop. I’m about to cum,” he pleaded but you didn’t stop. Instead, you moved your head even faster, worked with your tongue, and made sure to never let him forget this moment that his whole cock is in your mouth for the first time.

After a few minutes of pleasure, Jaehyun came into your mouth and you witnessed him shaking and moaning on your bed with a satisfied smile. Still, with a sensitive body, you lay on top of him and teased him from cumming so soon. “You’re dead,” he said and smiled so sweetly at you. Encircling his arms around your body and kissing you a couple of times before he changed places with you. Finally, removing your panties and making you spread your legs for him, holding you with utmost care and kissing you with a mixture of love and lust.

If you tortured him earlier with your trail of kisses on his body, now it’s Jaehyun’s turn to torture you with him kissing your inner thighs oh so softly that it sends tingles straight to your spine and making your legs close automatically. “Uh-uh, I endured everything you did to me earlier,” he said, teasing you before he slides his fingers up and down your slit and finally licking it slowly. Spitting on your cunt just how you spit on his dick earlier and started pleasuring you with his hot tongue. Your hand automatically landed on his head, gripping his soft locks as he licks you slowly and torturing you with that damn wet muscle.

And when he finally made you cum and had his sweet revenge, he kissed you all over your body and put his entire weight on top of you. Letting your nipples brush on his chest and his hand soothe your sensitive body.

It was quiet for a moment, and only your heavy breaths can be heard in your room besides the air conditioning. He nibbles your earlobes and spreads kisses on your neck while slightly grinding his hard cock on your very wet pussy, waiting for you to calm down so he can finally fuck you.

“I was planning to take you out on a proper date first before we go to this stage. You just have to be so impatient, huh?” he shook his head in disbelief and kissed your lips again before he pulls away, putting both his hands on the sides of your head. His cock was very hard that you almost thought it wouldn’t fit, “Don’t worry you’re so wet. It will slide in easily” he said before he told you to line his cock so he can finally push in.

Slowly he stretches you out, rolling his head back and so are his eyes, while you on the other hand grip your boobs knead them as you feel Jaehyun’s cock slide in and out. “Jaehyun, deeper-“ you requested and let out a moan that made him gave in to your request. He adjusts your position, folded your knee before he spreads you open, thrusting deeper than before that his lower abdomen touches yours. Losing your mind whenever you take a peek at the motion of his hips while fucks you, Jaehyun was so hot as he moves his waist and kept his eyes only to you, this time he’s the one making you feel so shy.

“You like it this way? Deep and slow?" you only nod, “Wanna go another round after this?” you smiled and nod again, “Do you love me?”

And then he started thrusting faster and harder that your body was dragged on the mattress, and your boobs are bouncing up and down because of his hard thrust. Jaehyun came close to you for a kiss, still waiting for your answer. Although he knew already that you do love him by the way you kiss him, still he needed to hear it from you. “I want to hear it Y/n,” Jaehyun pleaded again and hold on to your waist tightly as he fucks you harder than before.

“I do Jae- fuck, slow down. Almost there” you croaked but its too late, Jaehyun’s thumb is on your clit, ready to torture you again and make you cum for the second time tonight.

Locking your legs around his waist as you enjoy your high and oversensitivity, you didn’t expect that you’d ask for more and beg for more the moment you hit your high that Jaehyun got more excited that he almost forgot to pull out. And when he did, he came on your pussy lips, watching his cum paint your wet folds and throbbing cunt. Of course the man above you isn’t satisfied with all the torture he did tonight, so he slides his fingers on your cunt, playing with his own cum and finger fucked you to give you another mind blowing orgasm.

The eventful bed weather ended with you and Jaehyun cuddling in your bed with his hands on your thigh and you’re wearing nothing but his black shirt and a pair of panties while he stays handsome and so irresistible in his boxers briefs.

“I promise to love you,” he whispered to you while drawing small and soft circles on your thighs, his eyes never left yours. “I promise to stay even though you’re so stubborn,” he added which made you giggle and happy.

FIVE YEARS LATER

During a very quiet night where Jaehyun’s hands are intertwined with yours and his embrace was tighter than ever because he was really tired from work, Jaehyun was having a cute dream. He dreamt about how you saved him from the bullies back when you were only innocent kids. He was smiling through his dream until he hears a cry. A cry of an infant and opened his eyes immediately. You stopped him from getting up and told him, “I got it Jae, go sleep. You’ve been up the whole day,”

Jaehyun has become a great provider for your small family now. And he was working hard to the bone that he barely gets enough sleep during weekdays. “Thank you,” murmured and closed his hands again. And after you put your babies to sleep again and went back to Jaehyun’s embrace, Jaehyun was deep in his sleep that he’s sleep talking and murmuring sweet nothings, the kind where you only hear whenever you have slow sex.  

“We were just two kids back then, but now we have two kids. I will buy them boxes of boxes of crayons so bullies will never touch them,”

You giggle and pulled him closer. Hoping that he will ramble more because he’s so cute right now. “I love you,” you said, you weren’t expecting something in return but he responded.

“I just realized I never thanked you for sharing your crayons with me back then, thank you” he said and opened his eyes and went on top of you to kiss you sincerely. His wife. “I love you”  

[silversatoru]

Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

word count: 3.4k

“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy — that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

“no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.