#i spotted this on the book of faces and IMMEDIATELY had nerd thoughts

[marimeeko]

If this is not the very description of Katsuki and Izukus relationship....

[hazelfoureyes]

The Big Part

Alastor x Virgin FemReader smut

Part 2 Part 3

You were dead, it was time to divest yourself of your virginity. When you ask Alastor, he takes to the task immediately. Unfortunately, he seems to enjoy surprising you.

warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader smut, Alastor dislikes getting naked, virginity does not rock, possessive Alastor, head pats, reader is an adult she’s just a nervous idiot bad at words

Horny little deer cult: @frompeach , @chirimeimei , @poppingaround , @polytheatrix , @itsmskeisha , @stygianoir , @celestial-vomit , @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx , @amurtan

minors dni, this isn’t educational in the slightest and is just straight smut

It made sense, at the time. You didn’t want a relationship and you didn’t want to meet a stranger you couldn’t trust, that left very few people to ask. Husk would say no, and probably stop serving you drinks. Angel would most likely agree, but you were a little intimidated by his experience. That left Alastor. While you hadn’t spent much time together, your interactions were always cordial. And plus, this was hell. Isn’t this kind of situation a sinners dream come true?

For most, maybe. But you didn’t know Alastor. Not yet, not really. Everything he did had some ulterior motive. Perhaps nothing he had ever done was simply selfless. If Alastor wasn’t gaining something, Alastor wasn’t interested.

You caught him in the hallway one evening after redemption-oriented activities, deciding to get the moment over with as quickly as possible.

“It’s a favor, little… odd. But you’re the only person I have to ask.” Your eyes darted around his face, down the hall, up the walls, anywhere really but his eyes.

“I’m all ears!” Alastor tapped the microphone to the ground with a satisfying ‘thud’.

Oh— you had rehearsed this but you hadn’t prepared to be staring at that large, toothy grin. It wasn’t unsettling, it was just distracting. Would he be smiling the entire time he… ya know.

“I am,” you steepled your hands, pointing them at him, “a virgin.” You paused, hoping maybe he’d just infer the rest and you could stop talking.

His face was motionless save his eyelids rising up.

“And I don’t want to be. Anymore.” Your lips pursed together. C’mon, Alastor. Figure it out.

Alastor nodded.

You dragged your fingers down your face, “Would you help me with that?”

His head cocked to the side like a golden retriever being handed a book on ancient Egypt. Very nice offer but what exactly do I do with it?

“Help how, precisely?” He finally spoke, tone unchanged from any normal topic of discussion. Alastor watched your face scrunch up, mouth moving around words you abandoned half way through. You weren’t saying anything, just making panicked sounds. “I find annunciation most helpful when wanting to be understood, dear.”

You wanted to somersault out the nearest window. “Alastor will you take my virginity?”

“Take it where?”

You groaned, he laughed, “Just kidding, my dear! All in good fun. So, to be clear, you would like your first sexual experience to be with me?” He pointed the microphone from you to him.

You nodded, “Yes, please.”

His smile seemed to strain. Staring down at you, he tried to understand what your motivation was for this. But as he looked into your big, concerningly innocent eyes, he realized there was none. You really, simply, want him to be the first.

Ooh, as he thought it, he felt his pulse quicken in his lap. The first. A spot no one else could take. For the rest of your afterlife, he would always be the one who was first in you. A delicious thought. He could work with that.

“Are you free now?” He leaned down to your level.

“Oh. I wasn’t-,”

“Expecting immediacy? Perfect, the element of surprise has never failed me before.” His hand wrapped around your waist and drew you in to his chest, there was a rush of cold air over your skin before you felt yourself falling back.

It was soft, the room was dark, save for a small floor lamp in the corner. Your room, you realized.

“I didn’t know you knew my room number.”

“It’s my job to know everything about the hotel.” He said, tossing your shoes behind him. Was this happening now? Right now?

“I can do it, it’s, it’s fine.” You sat up and began undoing your pants. Alastor just standing there, watching. Smiling. Fuck, was it going to be this awkward the entire time? Should you say something? Touch him? You were lifting the hem of your shirt when you realized he was still fully dressed. “Are you going to take off your clothes?”

“Why would I do that?” Head lolled to the side.

You stopped mid-way through unhooking your bra, “Alastor you do know I was asking you to fuck me, right?”

He nodded. Maybe this was a mistake.

After taking off your bra, and finally your panties, you crawled to the top of your bed and drew your knees to your chest. Your feet hid your sex from view. Heart racing, but it wasn’t excitement, as you had anticipated. It was nerves. Would it hurt? Would you make a stupid face? What if he didn’t like the sounds you made? What if you regretted it after?

Alastor got on the bed on his knees, undoing his belt buckle but not his pants. The way he looked at you, your heart skipped a beat. You suddenly remembered he was called the ‘cannibal deer’ as you saw something akin to hunger in his eyes.

“What experience do you have?” His voice was suddenly low, deeper than before. This wasn’t the pun loving radio man you saw prodding the staff.

“I dated. Before. Kissing, um, I don’t know the bases. Groping?” You grimaced, it sounded so formal.

“Have you ever,” he began to slink toward you on his hands and knees, red eyes glowing in the dim light of your room, “been entered?”

Your cheeks burned, your head suddenly swayed as if it was half full of water and someone tipped you over. “Just myself, my,” you lifted your hand.

“Show me.”

All the air left the room, sucked out of your lungs and into his grin.

Uncrossing your feet, you tried to open your thighs without seperating your knees. It didn’t work, but you still managed to get a hand between your legs and to your entrance. You could have cried, you were soaking wet to an embarrassing degree. Your eyes return to Alastor, his gaze never leaving you. Even as you slipped a finger, then two, into yourself. You thought for sure he would want to watch your hands playing with your wet pussy but no, his eyes stayed on your face. Somehow, that was worse.

A shaky sigh escaped, your eyes closing as you tried to focus on relaxing around your digits.

Your head smacked against the headboard when you felt a third finger enter. Not yours. Your eyes flew back open to see him now directly in front of you.

“Two won’t do, dear.” He spun his finger around, pulling slightly at the thin skin of your entrance. “Unless you’d prefer this to hurt?”

You shook your head no, still stinging from the impact you had made. “May I?” His hand took your wrist and removing your fingers. Swiping your wetness from your ass to your clit, he coated his claw-like digits and pushed three back in. They were longer than yours, sharper. You could feel he moved gently, in and out. Your head was heavy, breath short and fast.

He laughed, bringing your consciousness fully back into the room, “Already wanting to change your mind?”

You shook your head side to side, still too embarrassed to speak, and took a grounding breath to help your body accept his fingers. He took his time, sliding in and out of you. His fingers picking up the slick and letting it lubricate your lips. It was so slow, the only pleasure for you was knowing it wasn’t your hand doing it.

But then his stretching of your hole stopped, and he grabbed both of your knees from underneath and pulled you down toward him. Now on your back, legs up and in his hands, you heard his belt slide through the loopholes, his zipper drop. You wanted to look, but you also absolutely did not want to look.

Your knees came together when you felt something hot and round at your entrance. “Ah-ah,” He opened them immediately. He reached for one of your hands, and brought it down to his cock. It was so hard under your fingers, but gave a little when you squeezed. It made him hiss.

“You tell me when to stop, little doe.” He pressed into your opening, pulled back. Pressed in, just barely making it past your lips, pulled back. He kept this pressing and pulling, head making slightly more leeway every time. Your fingers were holding right behind the tip.

“How about this, dear. I’ll just get the head in for now. Manageable!”

“Just— just get the big part in first?” You asked, the pressure at your entrance building with every shallow thrust.

He laughed, nodding as he held both of your knees further apart. When he attempted to get past the curve of his cock’s head, your hands flew down to press against his thigh, pushing back with the intrusion. Alastor stilled, sighed, and pressed his head fully in with a determined thrust. Instinctively, your feet came to his chest and tried to push away from him. It felt like you were being torn down the middle, your body forced apart at your most sensitive junction. He held you still now by the ankles, legs splayed in the air.

It burned where your walls were pushed aside. Stinging where the skin tore slightly just beneath your hole, unable to stretch.

“Breath, sweetheart.” He set your ankles down. “Does it hurt?”

You nodded.

“I’ll stay here for a bit,” he settled on his legs, looking down at where he was connected to you. Your pink little pussy looking positively overwhelmed by his cock. No one has ever been here before, and he could feel it. Your walls were pressing so hard against him his shaft was slightly curved from the force pushing his head out. You still had so much to take, there was so much more of you for him to explore. You tried to calm your breathing but your heart was racking against your sternum.

Hand reaching down again, you let your fingers count little paces from his core to yours. You knew the hardest part was over, but that didn’t bring much comfort as you felt how far you still had to go.

Alastor let his eyes wander away from your not-so-virgin cunt to your face. Your expression was twisted, not pained but clearly uncomfortable.

“How does it feel?” He asked, gesturing to your lap with a nod of his head.

“Full, so full.”

His cackle disheartened you, “Darling I am no where done filling you up.”

You clenched when he said it, earning a small groan from him. You were already too tight, when you spasmed on him it was nearly painful. There was more to do yet, more of you to claim as his. Just the tip of his cock was simply not enough.

His hips started moving again, the folds of his head pulling at the skin of your entrance but not actually crossing the barrier. He was gently rocking, barely making friction between you two. Your hand clawed at his knee, breath hitching. You let an airy moan slip, his head no longer an intrusion but something hot and melty barely rubbing your walls. It started to feel almost good.

Alastor’s cock was throbbing, his shaft touch-starved and desperate for the heat of your cunt. Your face was relaxing now, eyes blinking around new sensations. He wanted to see you experience more, more firsts and frighteningly foreign pleasures. He wanted to see you scared of how good he could make you feel. Alastor wanted you to never feel whole again without him buried balls deep in you.

“Can you take more?” His voice was like gravel, a radio static crackling in.

You met his eyes, glowing still in the dim light, wide and nearly frenzied in their dilation. His smile was practically beaming down at you.

“I don’t know.” You were scared to move forward, even though you wanted more.

“I don’t like liars.” A pop of electricity arcing at the end of his words. You pulled a pillow over your face, trying to hide from the reaction you knew he’d have as his voice made you tighten around him. “Your body says otherwise,” he hissed.

You wanted to say ‘yes’, if this could feel good then how great would all of him feel? But you were scared to vocalize it. Scared to make it start. Alastor lifted the pillow, “I need to see you, dear.” He set it beside his leg, “Do you remember what I said earlier?”

Brow furrowed, you shook your head. His grin widened to his ears as his hands slid down your thighs to your hips and he sank his cock to the hilt.

The element of surprise definitely made the nerves of saying ‘yes’ dissipate, but you were now choking on your breath, hands gripping at the blankets beneath you. Was this normal? Was he too far inside you? You felt nauseous, your guts prodded by Alastor’s member.

“How does it feel now?” He watched your eyes scanning the ceiling for an answer. You felt sure there was no way his head could leave you ever again. It was so snuggly fit in you, you feared you’d be pulled inside out. “Words, dear.”

You sat up on your elbows, sweating from the nerves of it all. “Like there’s a big stick stuck in me.”

“Accurate!” He laughed, and began pulling out. You whined, head dropping back. Almost taking himself out completely, he paused before thrusting back in. The head of his cock dragged against your walls, you could feel him with such detail. Every inch of him leaving impressions behind. Alastor could feel it too, how your soft warmth moved out of his way with every push. How pliable your womb was to his intrusions.

More. You could take more, he was positive of it.

Slowly, your moans began to get louder as the pressure faded into pleasure. Every time he bottomed out, you jumped. Every time he pulled out, you wanted to chase after him with your hips.

Watching your face soften, eyes now watery, Alastor was sure you were relaxed enough. He grabbed the pillow beside him, lifting your ass and sliding it under the small of your back. You didn’t ask, just waited to see what the point was. Dissatisfied, he grabbed another and added it under you.

Your hips were up, ass hanging over the ledge the pillows made, back bent upward. When he began to thrust again, you whinced feeling a new part of you widen for him. “Can you see me?” You looked at him when he said it, but he grabbed your hand and placed it beneath your belly button. When he pushed back in, you could feel his cock beneath your hand. Moving it, you watched your stomach bulge slightly when he was completely sheathed in you.

“Oh fuck-,” your head fell back into the bed, it was too much to feel let alone to watch, “Too deep.”

He hummed an acknowledgement, picking up his pace. “Let me see how you cum.”

Your face was hot, reluctantly bringing your hand to your clit and rubbing.

No, this wasn’t a mistake at all. If anything you regretted not asking sooner.

His thrusts now brought lightning to your core, your finger quickening in speed with the realization of just how good he could feel.

Studying your face still, he adjusted his angle until he saw the muscles in your neck tighten. He knew he found your g-spot, your moans dipping into cries.

“I can’t—,” You couldn’t get over the hump, knowing he was watching you, waiting for you.

“You can”, the lights flickered, his eyes now black with small red pupils illuminating your naked body, “and you will, my dear.” One of his hands stopped pressing finger sized bruises into your hips to instead push your own finger aside. The wide pad of his thumb took over and began thrumming you fast and hard.

That familiar build up of pleasure was stronger than you’d ever felt it, and when it finally snapped your muscles from your thighs to your toes cramped. How long had you been tensing?

You practically sobbed into the crook of your arm, Alastor’s hips slowing but still carrying you through your orgasm. They moved slower and slower, until stopping entirely. His head popped out of you, leaving you feeling hollow. Cold.

Eyes wet and blurry, you looked up at him, “Aren’t you going to finish?”

“If we do everything now, what ‘first’ will we have for tomorrow night? And the night after that?” He smiled, member already hidden away and pants buttoned. Your thighs twitched. “Same time tomorrow, little doe?”

You covered your face with both hands, and nodded.

His big hand came to your head and patted you gently, “Good girl.”

I hope you liked it 🥺 I don’t feel as confident about this one. Fun fact, my first time involved bondage. Very on brand, huh? 💖

༻Masterlist༺

Gonna start calling his dick ‘the element of surprise’. You look tired today! What happened? Oh the element of surprise kept me up all night.

[darlingsblackbook]

Between the lines - part 2

Gojo Satoru x Awkward!Reader

Summary : As the new teacher’s assistant at Jujutsu High, Y/N is used to being invisible—quiet, awkward, always on the outside looking in. She tells herself she prefers it that way, but when Gojo Satoru, the school’s most infuriatingly nosy teacher, starts noticing the cracks in her carefully built walls, she finds it harder to hide. He’s loud, he’s persistent, and worst of all… he might just see right through her.

Warnings : feelings.

English is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any grammatical or spelling mistakes. Feel free to point them out to me, but please, be kind with it♡

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Being at Jujutsu High felt… different now.

Not in a sudden, life altering way but there were just small shifts, subtle changes in the air, in the way people looked at me, in the way I existed within these walls.

At first, I hadn’t noticed.

I had been so used to lingering at the edges, to keeping to myself, that it didn’t occur to me when the distance started to close. It wasn’t anything drastic; just little things.

A small conversation here.

A casual greeting there.

Still, there was change.

°•♡•°

The lounge was comfortably warm, filled with the soft hum of conversation, the occasional burst of laughter, and the rhythmic tapping of rain against the windows. The heavy clouds outside had darkened the sky, casting a muted gray glow over the room, but inside, the atmosphere was bright, buzzing with the easy energy of people who had known each other long enough to abandon formalities.

“You can’t just let me die like this!”

“Then dodge, dumbass.”

The sound of arguing pulled my attention from my book.

Yuji and Nobara were pressed together on the couch, nearly headbutting each other as they bickered over their phones, the screen flashing rapidly between them.

“Sensei,” Yuji groaned, twisting around dramatically to face me. “Tell her she’s being mean.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden plea for help. “Oh, um—”

“She’s bullying me,” Yuji continued, tone exaggerated, hands clasped together as if pleading for justice. “And I’m just a poor, innocent boy who wants to live.”

Nobara scoffed. “Innocent? Yeah, righ!”

On the other side of the room, Megumi let out a quiet sigh. “Yuji, you literally threw her off the map five seconds ago.”

“That was an accident.”

A small, breathy laugh slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

Yuji gasped and pointed at me. “She laughed! I heard it!”

Nobara turned to me immediately, her eyes alight with amusement. “Oh, she’s got a cute laugh too.”

Heat crept up my neck. “I—”

“See?” Yuji grinned, leaning forward like he had uncovered some grand secret. “She likes us. She just doesn’t know it yet.”

I opened my mouth to argue—but stopped.

Because I didn’t actually want to.

Because I did like them.

°•♡•°

And then there was Gojo.

If I had thought he was persistent before, I had been absolutely wrong.

Gojo Satoru did not believe in personal space.

He did not believe in subtlety.

And he definitely did not believe in leaving me alone.

The first time he disrupted my peace, I had been sitting in my usual spot, surrounded by stacks of paperwork, the low murmur of the ceiling fan filling the silence.

And then—

SLAM-

A hand landed on my desk, loud and jarring.

I yelped and flinched so violently that my pen flew from my grip. My heart beat into my throat as I looked up

Straight into the too-bright, too-knowing eyes of Gojo Satoru.

“Let’s get lunch,” he declared.

I blinked at him, still trying to regulate my breathing. “What?”

He leaned down slightly, an easy grin tugging at his lips. “Lunch. Food. You know, the thing humans eat?”

“I know what lunch is.” I frowned. “I just—”

“You’re gonna sit here all alone and work again?” He sighed dramatically, tilting his head. “Live a little.”

“I like working.”

Gojo gave me a look of pure disbelief. “Yeah, yeah. Nerd stuff. Let’s go.”

And before I could protest, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet, effortlessly dragging me along like I weighed nothing.

And that was how it started.

Lunches. Walks. Interrogations disguised as casual conversations.

That overgrown paintbrush was everywhere.

He had for some reason made it his mission to pull me into his world, to chip away at the walls I had carefully built, to make me talk.

It was annoying.

It was exhausting.

And...

It was nice.

He was patient. He did not push me to talk and gave me the time if I needed to gather my words. I never felt like I had to hurry and say something before the conversation moved to another subject because he always paused to give room for my input.

And if I really did not feel like talking, it was never a problem because Gojo could effortlessly yap for a whole group of people 💀

And bit by bit, he succeeded in his mission.

°•♡•°

Weeks passed.

And something inside me started to shift.

I felt different.

Lighter.

Like maybe, just maybe, I was not as alone as I had always thought.

And there was a free space that I could occupy without a worry.

I could not remember when that shift had happened. Was it overnight? Probably not. In a few days? Debatable. Over the course of a few weeks? Mhmm

As I was thinking back, trying to pinpoint the time where that shift inside of me had happened there was one thing that kept popping up in my mind.

Well, one person.

Because really, it had all started with him. The lunches, the walks, the banter. It had all helped.

My heart skipped a beat.

My heart skipped a beat?

Why would my he-

It hit me.

There was more than just one shift that had happened. Somewhere along the way, I had gained feelings for Gojo Satoru.

I had a crush on Gojo Satoru.

The realization struck like a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs.

At first, I tried to deny it. There was no way but I could not help but think back.

Think back to how my heart would stutter when he leaned in too close.

Think back to the warmth in my chest when he looked at me like I was interesting.

With that realization, I did what I had always done best.

I withdrew.

I went back to avoiding eye contact. Went back to sitting alone. Went back to keeping my distance from everyone.

It wasn’t intentional at first—just small things. Skipping out on conversations, leaving rooms before Gojo could drag me into another one of his ridiculous antics. But once I noticed it, I doubled down.

Because this feeling was dangerous. And I was scared. I had gone so long living like a ghost and now I had a taste what it was like to be visible to someone- What if he found out? What if he thought I was digusting for having these feelings for him? Would he ridicule me? Would he laugh in my face? Would he tell everyone at this school? Would I be known as the weird girl who was so lonely she started crushing on the teacher she assist? What if-

Gojo noticed.

Of course he did.

The afternoon air hung heavy, thick with the remnants of summer as cicadas droned outside the open window. A warm breeze drifted in, ruffling the edge of the papers on my desk, carrying the faint scent of cut grass and lingering rain from the earlier downpour. The sky outside was still overcast, streaks of gold trying to push through the dense clouds, casting a dim, muted light into the quiet classroom.

It had been an unusually slow day. Most of the students had gone to their dorms early, leaving the rest of the school eerily silent, save for the occasional footsteps echoing down the halls.

I should have left too, but I didn’t want to go back to my empty apartment, to another evening of nothingness, staring at my phone, waiting for notifications that never came.

So I stayed.

I had been reviewing lesson plans, forcing myself to focus, but my mind kept drifting. Kept wandering. Kept returning to him.

To Gojo.

I squeezed my pen a little tighter.

It was ridiculous. I had spent weeks trying to push the thought away, to shove the feeling deep enough that it wouldn’t reach the surface. But it was there, clawing at the back of my mind, refusing to be ignored.

I liked him.

Too much.

And now all of my progress-every bit of confidence I had slowly built-was unraveling at the seams. I had been doing so well, learning how to talk, how to exist in a world filled with people who laughed and loved and lived so effortlessly.

But the moment I realized my feelings, it was like something inside me had frozen. Like I had regressed into the girl I had always been-quiet, withdrawn, stuck on the outside looking in.

Because how could I act normal around Gojo when everything about him made my heart ache?

His presence was impossible to ignore. The way he moved, so effortlessly graceful despite his ridiculous height, the way his voice always carried that teasing lilt, never fully serious, yet somehow always watching, always noticing. And those eyes-those endless, shifting blues-so sharp, so knowing.

I hated that he had become my favorite color.

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear him enter.

Didn’t notice his presence until a voice, warm and amused, broke through the silence.

“You’re acting weird.”

I jolted, heart leaping into my throat as my pen slipped from my fingers, clattering against the desk.

Gojo leaned against the doorway, arms crossed lazily over his chest. The dim light from the windows caught the edges of his hair, making the strands almost silver against the shadowed backdrop of the hall. His blindfold was gone, and those striking, inhumanly bright eyes were fixed directly on me.

I forced myself to breathe.

“I—” My voice caught, too dry, too stiff. I swallowed. “I’m not acting weird.”

Gojo tilted his head, his smile widening ever so slightly. “That’s exactly what someone acting weird would say.”

I didn’t respond.

Because he was right.

Instead, I lowered my gaze, focusing on the scattered papers in front of me, willing my pulse to settle down to its usual rythm.

Gojo sighed dramatically, stepping fully into the room. “You used to laugh at my jokes.”

I glanced up. “I never laughed at your jokes.”

He placed a hand over his heart, feigning a wounded expression. “Ouch. That’s just cruel.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, resisting the urge to smile.

Gojo studied me for a moment longer before moving toward my desk, leaning down just enough to invade my space, his voice dropping to something quieter.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

I froze.

The words weren’t a question.

I didn’t know what to say, how to refute something so painfully true.

“I haven’t—”

Gojo raised an eyebrow.

I sighed, “I really have not. Not intentionally.”

Lie.

For a moment, he didn’t speak.

The weight of his gaze lingered, steady and unyielding, as if he was trying to peel back my layers, trying to see something I wasn’t willing to show.

And then-

“If someone’s been bothering you, you know I can deal with them, right?”

I startled, blinking up at him. “What?”

Gojo’s voice was light, but there was something underneath it. He was serious. “I’m just saying. If someone’s making you uncomfortable, I could ruin their life. Legally or illegally. Dealer’s choice.”

I let out a surprised laugh, too caught off guard to stop it.

Gojo grinned. “There it is.”

My cheeks flushed.

I turned away, pretending to fix my papers, pretending that my heart wasn’t trying to break through my ribs.

Because this was exactly why I had been avoiding him.

Because even when he was joking, even when he was being utterly ridiculous- there was genuine care beneath it.

And it was dangerous.

Because it made me want to hope.

"Seriously, if you're in trouble, let me know. If someone here or outside of the school has b-"

I cut him off, "Thank you, really. But it's not that, I promise."

The room was quiet for a moment as Gojo studied my face. The way his eyes looked into mine, it was as if he was trying to see right through them and into my soul for answes

After a few seconds he let out a small hum, leaning against the desk. “Alright, fine. Be all mysterious and broody.”

I rolled my eyes, but my lips twitched upward.

Gojo smirked, pleased.

For a while, neither of us spoke.

The silence stretched between us, filled only by the rustling of the wind and the distant sound of cicadas outside.

And I could only think about how I was supposed to get myself out of this mess.

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[miumura]

━━━ NERD JAKE . . .

| nerd!jake headcanons >< |

pairing nerd!jake x gn!reader genre fluff

warnings none? word count 0.8k+ ( 844 words )

💬 — NERD JAKE BRAINROT the voices have spoken to me and told me to write this. guys you don’t understand how much i live for nerd!jake works … like i don’t know but they are just probably a guilty pleasure of mines 🤓 so you knowww i also had to do something about it !! enjoy <3

NERD JAKE who apologized a million times after bumping into you in the hallway, hurried to pick up your books instead of his scattered papers.

NERD JAKE who became rather flustered when you crouched down to help him, picking up his papers with an apology and a small "thank you” when he gave back the textbooks you dropped.

NERD JAKE who often takes a few glances at your work, purposefully lets you see his so you can correct your answers or ask him for help with anything specific.

NERD JAKE who easily tenses up when your arms touch, breathing sharply as you peek over his shoulder to compare his work with yours, his face turning a shade of pink as he tries to maintain his focus.

NERD JAKE who wears the biggest grin on his face while talking about topics he finds interesting, often uses hand movements to emphasize his words.

NERD JAKE who immediately turns off his phone after sending you a text message, gets overwhelmed with thoughts of whether he came off weirdly or said the wrong things, already considering unsending it.

NERD JAKE who always answers your text messages within the same minute, smiles to himself as you both talk about random things, often leading to late-night conversations.

NERD JAKE who offers to tutor you in the classes you're struggling with, is motivated mainly by the chance to spend more time with you — but also being able to help you too, of course.

NERD JAKE who loves your compliments and praises, is motivated to work even harder to impress you with his knowledge.

NERD JAKE who talks about how smart you are whenever he sees you frustrated with a problem, but often ends up rambling about how great he thinks you are, sometimes leading to his own embarrassment.

NERD JAKE who lets you sleep on his shoulder while he finishes the rest of your assignments.

NERD JAKE who always looks at you when the teacher explains there’s pair work, hoping you’d want to be his partner too.

NERD JAKE who listens to you attentively, making sure to remember to jot down your likes and dislikes later.

NERD JAKE who has a soft spot for you, unable to refuse anything you ask of him, even if it might get him into trouble.

NERD JAKE who keeps all the little notes you two passed around in class in a special box, often revisiting and rereading them whenever he misses you.

NERD JAKE who tries to focus on his studies, but his mind keeps drifting back to you, causing him to eventually plant his head on his desk, scattered with papers.

NERD JAKE who masks the things he does for you as friendly gestures to avoid feeling overwhelmed by the thought of potentially liking you, convincing himself it’s just being a good friend while his heart says otherwise.

NERD JAKE who can’t help but feel slightly jealous when you hang out with someone else, knows he can’t do anything about it and is left pouting.

NERD JAKE who comes up with random excuses whenever you ask to meet up, knows how much he wants to but can't let his feelings grow, especially after seeing you with another guy.

NERD JAKE who focuses on just admiring you from afar, doesn't want to take up too much of your time from your friends at school.

NERD JAKE who leaves an empty classroom with his face a red mess after you confront him about being distant and confess your feelings for him, his heart racing as he tries to process everything.

NERD JAKE who goes home and lies in bed thinking about the incident, replays the moment over and over in his mind before covering his head with his pillow and screaming into it in frustration and embarrassment.

NERD JAKE who stutters while trying to ask you out on a date, nervously fiddling his fingers as he waits for your answer.

NERD JAKE who spends so much time going through his closet trying to find the perfect outfit for the date, heavily debates whether he should wear one of his flannels.

NERD JAKE who gives himself pep talks, practicing to avoid fumbling his words and preparing enough conversation topics to ensure the date won't be awkward.

NERD JAKE who arrives at your house with a bouquet of flowers, complimenting your appearance with a gaze filled with admiration and nervous excitement.

NERD JAKE who spontaneously makes up jokes just to hear your laughter, cherishing the moments when he can bring a smile to your face.

NERD JAKE who completely loses his composure after you kiss him on the cheek, visibly flustered as he touches his face, wondering if he's actually dreaming.

NERD JAKE who walks you home, staying until he sees you safely enter your house before he heads off, a smile lingering on his face.

NERD JAKE who gathers all his courage to ask if he could be your boyfriend, his heart pounding with anticipation as he waits for your response, having poured his feelings into a website created just for this moment.

NERD JAKE who has been captivated by you since the moment you bumped into him, his thoughts fixated on you from the start.

💭 — should i make more works like these because these are lowkey fun to write 👀

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[minksstinks1]

A short fic of mine in progress (also on Ao3)

What a Nerd, Chapter 1

Ford Pines x Reader

Summary:

Ford Pines is an awkward, introverted university guy who doesn't expect to get attention from someone such as you. He's unfamiliar with romance and isn't quite sure what he's doing in general, but he's trying his absolute best.

You two are immediately drawn to eachother and aren't sure why exactly, but you both seem to be incredibly happy to have one another in the end.

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Working at the local library could be incredibly boring and isolating at times, but it had at least given you a quiet place to study while you waited for anyone to approach you to ask for help- which wasn't often.

You'd think that the closest library to your local university, Backupsmore, would be filled with students constantly, but you had to again remind yourself that this university was considered one of the lowest of the lows. 90% of the people would do the absolute bare minimum to pass their classes and get their degrees to move far far away from this town.

All of them, except for one you had noticed.

A man who came in almost every day with a bag that looked like it weighed more than him, and he would stay until closing time. You'd never seen him say a word or come in with anyone else. He'd move to the middle of all the bookshelves at the left of the entrance, and would study for hours like his life depended on it. Weirdly enough, you had never seen him actually check-out any books from the library. You wondered if he knew he was allowed to do that or not.

Some days, it seemed like he was studying for fun, but other times he'd stress himself out so badly, he'd leave looking like he'd got in a nasty cat fight. Brown hair messy, clothes disheveled and sweaty, and looking like he hadn't slept in days. You speculated on how long he'd actually stay in the library every day if there was no closing time.

It was a typical, quiet day as always. You were scanning over your book when you heard the large library doors creak open. Cold winter air rushed in, causing a harsh shiver to climb up your spine. You looked up and saw the same familiar man again. After barely catching a glimpse of his face, you watched him swiftly make his way towards his usual spot. It seemed he had a routine and stuck with it, he seems the type.

You attempted to get back to studying once more, but it seemed practically impossible. The words began to blur together and everything had suddenly become ten times more boring than previously. You weren't sure what it was specifically, but today you were particularly captivated by this quiet, peculiar man.

'I have to know what he's up to every day.'

'Does he study the same thing, or multiple?'

Thoughts swarmed your head.

'Is this even for his classes?'

You stood up and looked around for an excuse to head over there. Your eyes landed on the nearby half-filled book cart. Perfect. Your prayers were being answered today, you thought as you rushed towards the cart and began pushing it around, actually getting a good chance to do your job for once. You knew you couldn't immediately go right towards his little station he had set up; that would be too suspicious.

As you put books away lazily, you kept looking over your shoulder in the aisle to make sure he wasn't leaving for any reason. He seemed so sweet, you didn't want to freak him out accidentally. Maybe he just wanted to be left alone completely and that's why he was so secluded. Thoughts raced through your head, filling you with an overwhelming anxiety. Trying to get you to turn back at all costs and give it up.

You weren't quite sure what drew you to this boy so strongly, but it must be for a good reason.

Finally, after several agonizingly long minutes, you ended up in the same isle as that same man. He glanced up at you for only a moment when he heard the cart approaching and you pretended to be looking at something else. He then immediately went back to his intensive studying, brown eyes inspecting every word carefully, but quickly as well. You weren't sure why, but this made your face heat up slightly. He was always working so hard and was definitely the most nerdy guy you had ever seen, but you meant that in the most endearing sense you could.

You began to put books away and when you had a moment, peered over your shoulder and quickly checked over one of the numerous books he had open. Deciding to be bold for once, you took a deep breath and turned towards him.

"I take it you major in physics?" You softly spoke, you didn't want to startle him. "But I can't imagine you'd come in here every day for hours to study only that."

Ford was snapped out of his focus and looked around, completely caught off guard. "I- uh- pardon?" His eyes finally landed on you, looking right down at him. "Oh, uhm, yes- I mean- no," He nervously fiddled with his hands under the desk and took a moment to collect himself.

"I mean I DO major in physics, but I also study hyper-advanced engineering, fifth-dimensional calculus," he began counting on his fingers. You were absolutely shocked at how many things he was taking on in this simple university. "-Applied quantum phase theory, but that's just for fun, of course." He then got to his sixth finger and once he realized, immediately hid his hands under the table once more. Lucky for him, you barely noticed this detail. You assumed he was just nervous.

"Wow, I can't believe you're at Backupsmore doing all this." The surprise on your face was visible, though you were smiling still. "Why not attend some elite college or something? I'm sure you'd be able to get a scholarship or something."

He immediately cringed thinking about his past highschool incident with West Coast Tech and his brother. He wasn't quite sure what you wanted or why you were talking to him. In his eyes, you didn't seem the type to speak to people like him with kindness. He felt a pit in his stomach assuming that you were probably just making fun of him.

"Yeah, well, I'm here now." He spoke, bluntly.

You were a little taken aback by his sudden change in tone. Had you upset him somehow? That same exact feeling in your stomach was now present, almost as if it were mirroring his.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted," you began. "Or if I said something wrong... It's just that I noticed you work quite hard here about every single day and I'm impressed!" You gave him another soft smile, hoping to lighten the tone.

'About every single day?' He wondered how you knew that at first. It then hit him that you actually WORKED here as assistant librarian. He passed by you every time he came in here and he was just now realizing you were the same person? He started to feel a bit bad that he hadn't ever actually spoken to you before this at all.

"Oh, yes! I uhm," he was attempting to quickly think of something to say. Maybe you weren't as bad as he thought you were after all, and that you were genuinely interested in having a conversation with him. This made him feel even worse knowing that he was the one to always be judged by the other kids in school for how he looked on the outside considering his extra fingers, and now he believed he was doing practically the same to another in his own head. He stopped for a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking up once more,

"I apologize if I was a bit short with you, it's just that I assumed you were here to tease me," he nervously rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "-but, I shouldn't have assumed that; it was rude of me."

You wondered what would've made him think that you were going to tease him. Was this a common problem with him? You started to feel for him and looked down at him kindly. "It's alright. I promise, I'm genuinely interested right now."

He lightly tugged at the back of his own hair at your response. He was so anxious right now and didn't know how to contain it, but he appreciated your genuine words and gave a small smile back. Your gaze was practically killing him.

"Well, I'll let you be," you placed your last book back on the shelf for this section. Taking the cart handle in your gentle grasp, you began to leave, not not before looking over your shoulder one last time at the man. "By the way, the library closes in about twenty minutes."

The man watched you leave and once you turned the corner, he let go of the piercing air in his lungs that he didn't know he was holding in. He wiped the excessive sweat off of his hands onto his jeans before trying to get back to work.

If it wasn't clear, he wasn't exactly the most social type. People didn't typically approach him to converse with friendly intentions, so you caught him off guard. He felt a bit out of practice with talking to new people... which he had felt like all his life, but especially now since all the people he pretty much talked to these days were his dorm mate and his mother on the phone.

It's not to say that he disliked talking to you, it was just a very different and uncommon interaction for him. He almost wanted you to talk to him more.

He then noticed that two rows of bookshelves down, you were returning the rest of the books on the cart back to their original places. He leaned back on his chair carefully to get another look at you, attempting to make it as least obvious as possible. He couldn't deny that you were very pretty to him, which is part of the reason why he was confused that you were talking to him. He wondered what someone like you was doing in a dusty old library, as you came off as more of the average outgoing partying type.

He quickly re-adjusted his chair back to normal when you turned back towards his way. He had just met you and was worried he was going to freak you out unintentionally. He obviously wasn't trying to, he was just incredibly awkward, though also curious.

Curious about you.

The last couple minutes of closing, he stayed staring right down at his watch, completely zoning out. The man was completely caught up in his work one moment, and then felt his brain turning to mush the next. He didn't quite understand what was happening, but before he knew it, both hands struck eight on the clock and he had to leave. He swiftly gathered up his belongings and shoved the rest of his books in his large backpack. After struggling with closing his bag for a moment, he eventually was able to zip it up like normaland head out.

He was worried about staying to late as he didn't want to be an inconvenience for you- something which he never took into account before today apparently it seemed.

He began to leave and as he passed by your desk where you were gathering up your own items, he swallowed thickly and spoke,

"Well, uhm, see you tomorrow, I presume?" He begins to sweat again. 'Oh god,' he thought. Was he making a big mistake?

You look up at him. "Hm? Oh, oh! Yes, definitely!" You say, a little too enthusiastically for your own liking.

He gives a relieved smile at your response and can leave comfortably knowing his interaction with you went well.

Before he was officially out the door, you shouted out one last thing before he left, "Be safe walking around campus tomorrow, I heard it's going to be icy out!"

"Thank you, will do!" He waved back without turning around.

When the door shut and the cold air subsided, you both thought the same thing to yourself,

'I never got their name.’

[pupyuj]

sudden thought abt a stripper au,, like dom stripper reader and nerd (loser<3) virgin yujin.. yjn friends convincing her to go after exam week and yn having a weak spot cause yujin was so easy to get flushed arrrghg😩

im making this g!p IDCCCC IT'S SO PERFECTJDBCKFFJ YUJIN 🤤🤤🤤 idk how strippers operate so i kinda just .. did anything 😭😭😭😭😭😭 but thank you for this ask anon i was smiling the entire time writing it dkfnjfkdj

yujin really didn't wanna go there 😭 sure exam week ended but she still had lots to worry about, and the concept of having to 'unwind' and 'relax' just simply didn't exact to an overachiever like her, so she was pretty much fighting her friends about the whole thing until she finally caved in cuz she's spineless after all WHAT A LEWSERRRR 🤣🤣🤣 gaeul walking yujin through what she should do once she arrived at the club over the phone while yujin herself was otw there 😭 yujin asking a bunch of stupid questions and nearly choking on her spit when gaeul told her to 'get her virgin dick sucked dry by a hot girl'... she wasn't exactly a prude but god sometimes gaeul can be so... vulgar...

yujin stepping inside the club with her stupid glasses, academic decathlon varsity jacket, and a messenger bag that had a book inside.. who the fuck reads at a club???? her face immediately scrunching up at the sight of men, the smell of sweat and alcohol, and— oh god... there you were in the distance.. dancing in a sparkly dress that was too short, your lacy lingerie showing just a little bit to get the crowd riled up, smiling and winking as the losers at the bottom of the stage throwing bills at you... yujin was so hard.

JSJDNDKFJF YUJIN RUSHING TO THE BATHROOM, LOCKING HERSELF UP IN A STALL AND CONTACTING GAEUL 😭😭😭 gay panicking to the max, babbling about the prettiest girl she has ever seen and refusing to leave the stall and 'seize the moment' like gaeul was saying bcs of her hard on 😭 gaeul basically bullying yujin to fucking go back out there and try to catch your attention 😵‍💫 and yknow what... she does! there you were, doing what you do best on stage when you suddenly take notice of this unbelievably cute girl staring dumbly at you, her mouth slightly agape and legs closed tightly which of course you knew what that meant.. and usually you would grimace bcs you hated perverts but this girl was just too adorable to hate 😩😩

yujin's glasses being halfway down her nosehdjfhfkf, she was practically drooling and nearly suffered a heart attack when you winked her way. clutching onto her bag for dear life, which she used as a cover for her cock bcs goddamn she has never been this hard before... how can she even leave her seat without being noticed??! sjdbfkdkc yujinnie feeling overwhelmed by what you did to her body, and also the stench of men all around her so she runs for the bar bcs at least there wasn't a lot of people there :(( but you still watched her, and she still looked at you and god you were basically eyefucking each other yujin could have come in her pants right there 😭😭😭

omgomgkmf inviting yujin to a private room after your little performance ,, the loser almost literally shaking in her boots when she saw you sitting near the edge of the bed, already looking at her like you want to eat her whole... one leg crossed over the other, wearing a different dress this time but it wasn't any less slutty than the last,, yujin felt like she was losing her mind,,,

"figured you'd be cuter up close," were the first words you said to her, raising your chin and scanning her up and down. omg yujin could explode,,, timidly settling down next to you when you invited her, having to scoot closer bcs she sat far away 😭 "i'd like to know your name, darling." KHSDKBK yujin barely uttering a word but thankfully enough you were used to people biting their tongue around you so you understood her immediately .. patting her thigh and telling her to relax,, climbing onto the bed and coming up behind her,,, taking off her bag, slowly pulling off her jacket, coming close to her ear.. breathing down her neck while she leans back into you,, oh she was helpless, and now she couldn't hide her boner,, not when you were literally cupping it in your hands, chuckling softly in her ear when she whimpered,,

poor baby has never had her cock touched by anyone before :((( so she couldn't help but want more :(( "aw, baby, you need a lot of help, don't you? look how hard you are..." you were saying, watching as her dick grew and grew inside her pants sjdbffjfjjf making her take off her pants only,, the sight of this girl's big cock poking through her boxers, stained with precum, did things to your body but you had to be professional... after all, you couldn't just give your body away for free 👀

"ah, right. i'm still at work," yujin nearly whined when you separated from her and left the bed . standing in front of yujin, who was breathing heavily, fogging up her glasses, hair kind of a mess around her face but she was still the cutest thing you have ever seen 😩😩 "one rule: no touching, yet. be good and i'll reward you handsomely, yujin-ssi, deal?" you asked as you unzipped your dress . yujin nodded desperately, and you could swear you could just reach over and pinch her cheeks . but no, you had a job to do! 😤

yujin's jaw dropping slightly when your dress slid down your body, leaving you in your lingerie that gave yujin many many thoughts... thoughts of her ripping that bra off your body and feeling your tits in her hands, very vivid thoughts of her pulling your panties to the side and fucking your ass,, but no touching, you said... and yujin could definitely be a good girl, for now! 😏

the big loser staying frozen in her seat while you danced around her 😭 she kept her hands tucked underneath your thighs, doing everything in her power to bite down a moan as you pushed your ass against her bulge.. she was feeling dizzy... she could now see why gaeul loved these kinds of things so much 😵‍💫 turning around and straddling her, hands all over her toned body while you grinded your pussy on her cock... you couldn't resist holding the girl's face and kissing her, which you didn't normally do considering your customers didn't behave half as well as she did 😳😳 she was a good kisser too.. bravely pushing her tongue inside your mouth, actually making you moan.. then you're leaving kisses on her cheek, her jawline, her neck where you made sure to leave a mark.. and then you feel her body tense up, and you're hearing her moan...

"love, did you just come?" you asked with a laugh sjdbfjksf yujin hiding her face in your chest, ears all red, and that was all you needed to know 😭😭😭 "aww... i guess it is about time, anyway. you did a good job." you pet the girl's head before getting off her lap, and then you kneeled down on the floor, smiling innocently at the girl while you slowly pulled off her boxers.. dear god was her cock big!

"w-w-what are you about to do...?" she asked, both scared and horny out of her mind.

"you'll see."

and then yujin was whimpering :(( clutching the bedsheets tightly while you stroked her cock :(( then you leaned in and licked off her cum from earlier, making the girl moan loudly at the feeling of your tongue on her dick for the first time 😵‍💫 baby was so sensitive 🥺 nearly crying bcs it all just felt too good, losing her head when you circled her tip with your tongue,,, just falling in love with her voice and how cute she was making the smallest noises when you do anything at all🥺🥺

finally taking her cock in your mouth.. the poor girl struggling to keep her noises in 😵‍💫 head thrown back, legs already quivering, shaking her head as you steadily took in all of her length.. mistaking that action as the baby not liking this at all, so you pulled away, concerned :(

"would you like for me to stop?"

"w-what? no, i... it felt good.. do you want to stop? cuz i can l-leave if you don't actually want to do this... i wouldn't want to force you or anything..." oh, she was too cuteeee :(((((

ofc you didn't want to stop, this girl's cock was to die for.. so you went back onto slowly sucking her off, sometimes looking up to have a glimpse of her face, all flushed and red... "unnie, you're r-really pretty..." she says suddenly??? 😭😭😭 if it were anybody else, you would have rolled your eyes but something about this girl just made your heart skip a beat :((

finally moving your head up and down at a moderate pace, yujin's fingers threading your hair and she was moaning so much 🥺 "unnie.. unnie..!" such an endearing girl! 😵‍💫😵‍💫 yujinnie being driven by pleasure alone that she puts both of hands on your head and started controlling your pace.. all she wanted now was to come in her pretty unnie's mouth, so she was moving you fast, grunting as she dug her nails into your scalp... you didn't mind the pain at all, you wanted this girl's cum down your throat 😳

choking a bit while yujin finally came, the girl holding your mouth down on her cock not really realizing that it had gotten hard to swallow considering you could barely breathe sjdbfjisfk "oh! s-shit, sorry unnie... i'm sorry..." she was saying after you've forced yourself out of her hold,, see you should be pissed bcs she made a mess out of you but you were smiling at her, you might have a little crush now!

and ofc you cleaned her up with your tongue, you would be crazy to waste her cum 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 helping the loser put her jacket back on, feeling your chest warm up when she shyly pulled you in and kissed you 🥺 "unnie... can i see you again?" she was asking as if this was a first date 😭😭 you really could not express enough how cute she really was.

"of course. just ask for '(y/n)', and i'll be here."

yujin smiles widely "(y/n)... (y/n)-unnie... okay!"

it was safe to say that you crumpled up into a ball, giggling to yourself after she left 😩 it was the yujin effect 🤭🤭

[sundaydasnowleopard]

Armin arlert smut ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

(First time writing smut bare with me😭)

Sub armin x fem bimbo mean! Reader

(Warning)sub armin, dom reader, use of ma’am, pussy, cock, etc

Armins pov!

There’s this girl in my class, she’s super pretty and hot.. every time I see her pass by I can’t help but to get these dirty thoughts it’s gross i know but I can’t help it!

I’ve recently been purposely failing classes to see if our professor would maybe suggest her to tutor me, yeah besides her whole bimbo act she’s surprisingly has a very high score in this class. So my goal is to atleast try and get closer to her.. agh! I can feel the heat rise on my cheeks and..something else rise.

Ughh my professor just asked me to tutor armin, now I’m not mad that it’s him but like seriously me!? Tutoring someone, idk if I’m capable of that but oh well guess I have to.

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I gave armin my number so I could text him the time he should come to my dorm so I can tutor him, he got so flustered it was.. kinda cute! What no, no way that I think that about some whimpy nerdy guy like him.

As I’m lost in my thoughts I hear my phone ding! And I go and look at my phone to see a message from armin saying he’s outside my dorm now, So I jump from my bed and look at myself in the mirror and try and make myself look decent.

“Uh h-hi (name)”

“Hi armin!, come in and take a sit by my desk or where ever I don’t really care”

Armin walks over and carefully places his notebook and books next to all your other stuff, you look at him and see him admire your room and the way it’s perfectly decorated.

“So! Let’s get started on helping you in math!”

I say trying to start a conversation and make things less akward, I take a seat next to armin and and get started on explaining on something that seemed to be troubling him on the subject. I look up and noticed his eyes already staring into my own, I blush and continue to stare like if I’m getting hypnotized by his beautiful ocean blue eyes…

“Your very beautiful (name)”

My eyes widen in shock ‘where’d he get all this confidence’ I think to myself.

We stare into our eyes for a bit when suddenly he leans in closer closing the gap between us, soon the kiss starts turning into a heated make out session and things quickly start to escalate.

“Take that shirt off armin”

Armin does as told and starts to undress , then looking up at you as if he’s asking ‘what next’.

“Eat this pussy arminnn~” you say whine bending over the desk where you guys have abandoned your guys notebooks.

“Yes ma’am”

Armin immediately gets flustered and I can see the buldge Im his pants getting bigger, he then gets up and kneels on the floor infront of your pussy.

“May I-may I pull these down”

Armin asks in a shaky voice.

“Mhm take them off Angel”

‘Can’t believe I’m giving this nerd pussy right now..’ you think in your head

armin slowly pulled down your panties and took a good look at your pretty pussy just admiring and feeling lucky to get with the prettiest popular smart bimbo girl!

He then licks at your clit then starts taking bigger licks hesitantly.

“Mhm fuck armin- doing to well for me”

This gave armin the confidence to starts sucking and going at it on your pussy eating it like his last meal.

“Fuck- taste so good”

“Hah- fuck min,min”

You practically chant his name, seems like the only thing you can do is to just scream his name because hes eating you to the point where you can’t think straight. Soon you feel your climax coming through.

“Fuck! Min, cumming, cumming!”

And with that you came all over his face leaving you juices to go all over and making a mess on his face, he slurps up al your juices savoring the taste on his tongue.

“Hah- fuck your good at that”

You say and turn around and look down at armin and see that his pants have a wet spot.

Holy shit! Did armin really cum by just eating you out, damn that’s hot.

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Armin is now walking out of your dorm after that fun day you guys just had!

“Text me later Minnie”

“Of course darling”

You shut the door and jump on your bed happy with how your day went!

“Damn I love him”

(Anyways sorry if this is bad it’s my first time writing smut and only my second time writing to pls if there’s anything I can do to make this better let me know, thanks!)

[star55]

Fic: Misfits and Mishaps Chapter 2

Title: Misfits and Mishaps Author: Star Chapter: Two/Twelve Word Count: 3,778/47,000+ Pairing: Cait/Vi Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends) Rating: Teen and up Warnings: some bigotry, discussions of sexual assault.

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Chapter Two

“So… what are you in for?”

Caitlyn looks up, spotting that familiar pink head of hair as Vi slides into the seat next to her. She immediately makes herself comfortable, putting a foot up on the chair on her other side.

“Creative oppression,” Caitlyn replies without missing a beat.

“Huh?” Vi asks, shooting her a confused look.

“Uniform violation, I guess,” Caitlyn replies with a sigh. She’s still smarting over the conversation with Principal Marcus.

“Whoa,” Vi replies. “A Piltie getting a uniform violation?”

Caitlyn nods. “Mr Edwards is a bigoted jerk and I was proving a point.”

“What point?” Vi asks. Her body has shifted so she’s facing Caitlyn and Caitlyn can feel her face growing warm from the attention.

“That he’s been explicitly targeting the students who live in Zaun for uniform violations,” Caitlyn explains. She reaches into her bag for the notebook she started to make the list in. “See, here is the date and time of each incident I’ve noticed. Of course I can’t be there for all of them, but these are the ones I’ve seen.”

“Wow, you’re a nerd.” Caitlyn flinches at the remark. She snaps the book shut and slides it into her bag.

“I… I didn’t mean it like that,” Vi states. “I’ve just never seen anyone care about us that much to put actual effort into it.”

“Well, that’s because people are jerks,” Caitlyn replies. She closes her bag over and tucks her feet under her chair.

“Are those socks your uniform violation?” Vi asks a moment later. Caitlyn glances over to see Vi staring at her socks.

“Yes,” she replies. She doesn’t tell Vi that she loves these socks. They were a gift from Jayce after they had watched an alien movie last year. She told him that she unequivocally believes in life on other planets. He had called her a nerd, but with affection, and the next time they saw each other, he handed her a pair of bright pink socks with little alien heads and UFOs on them.

“Miss Kiramman, Miss Wolfe, might I remind you both that this is detention?” Mrs Walker, the supervising teacher states, staring at them with a pointed look each. “Be quiet or you’ll both be in for more detention next week.”

Caitlyn snorts softly, but only so Vi can hear. “I’ve already got two weeks’ worth of detention. What’s another day at this point?”

Beside her, she can see Vi’s eyebrows shoot up before she shakes her head.

Caitlyn reaches into her bag and pulls out some homework. She’s already caught up on most things, but she can always get ahead on other subjects.

A short while later, a folded-up piece of paper slides into her line of sight. Caitlyn glances up to make sure Mrs Walker can’t see and she carefully opens it.

How come you have two weeks’ worth of detention? The note asks. Caitlyn presses her red pen to the paper in response.

Because Mr Marcus is also a bigoted jerk. She replies, sliding it back towards Vi.

Is that your word of the week?

??

Jerk. You’ve used it a lot today.

Caitlyn smiles slightly to herself. If we weren’t at school, I’d call them something else.

She can hear the slight huff of surprise come from Vi in response before she slides the paper into the pocket of her trousers.

Caitlyn doesn’t know why her stomach flutters at the thought of Vi keeping something she’s written, but it does.

~*~

It shouldn’t surprise Caitlyn that she sees Vi in detention almost every single day the following week but it does.

Vi always sits next to her, even when there are other desks free. Caitlyn doesn’t mind. She shares her lunch with Vi and they trade notes back and forth. They don’t tend to talk about why Vi is in detention, or how Caitlyn’s parents handled the news (terribly – her mother was about to call the school and give Mr Marcus an earful when Caitlyn begged her not to. But she was proud of Caitlyn for standing up for herself, and for the Zaun students), but they share silly jokes, and it makes Caitlyn’s heart feel a little lighter in her chest.

Caitlyn continues to break the uniform code, too, whenever she can. She sees other students not getting pulled up about it, so she continues to do the same.

She hasn’t received any more warnings or detentions, which is good. She expects she’ll spend the rest of the school year in detention if every teacher confronted her about it. Now that she knows there’s at least half a dozen teachers in her year level that are bigoted towards the Zaun students, she’s made sure to keep violating the uniform code. It’s the very least she can do.

She wants to do more though, but being fifteen and a Kiramman is hindering her more than she’d like it to. Both of her parents are on the school board, and they’re both on Caitlyn’s side, so that’s a step in the right direction. She knows her mother won’t let her efforts go unnoticed. She’ll speak up about the treatment of Zaun students whenever she can.

Sometimes Caitlyn doesn’t get along with her mother – she wonders if this is something all teenage girls go through – but they understand each other. Which is all she can hope for when Caitlyn has all but decided to be a thorn in the side of Piltover High in the subtlest way possible.

It’s Friday again, one week after Caitlyn first got detention, when Vi slides into the seat next to her. Except this time, Vi’s knuckles are a little bloody. Caitlyn can’t help the gasp that escapes her when she sees it. Vi immediately tucks her hands under the desk and pointedly looks away from Caitlyn.

Caitlyn opens her school bag and quickly locates her small first aid kit. “Here,” she says softly as to not gain the attention of today’s detention teacher. “Let me.” She sets the kit on the table between them and gives Vi a pointed look.

With a huff, Vi places her left hand on the table. She barely hisses through her teeth when Caitlyn cleans the knuckles. She doesn’t talk. She doesn’t ask – even though she is desperate to know what happened. She just diligently cleans the wounds and places a cupcake patterned Band-Aid on the worst of Vi’s knuckles.

“Huh,” Vi mutters. “This matches your socks.”

Caitlyn beams at her. “They do!” she says happily, still whispering. She carefully packs away the contents of her kit and slides it back into its spot in her bag.

“You really have everything in there, don’t you?” Vi comments, nodding towards Caitlyn’s bag which she’s just set back on the ground.

“It doesn’t hurt to be prepared,” Caitlyn replies.

Vi gives her a crooked smile and opens her notebook – the one that is filled with notes between them both. They trade the book back and forth, and even though Caitlyn is still curious as to what happened to Vi, she doesn’t ask.

The rest of detention passes and before Caitlyn knows it, Vi is sliding the book back into her own bag and getting up just as the bell rings.

Caitlyn hastily follows, slinging her bag over her shoulder and exiting the room as fast as she can.

“You can ask, you know,” Vi says, startling Caitlyn. She thought that Vi had gone on to her next class already. But there she is, leaning casually against the wall just outside of the detention room door.

“Ask what?”

“About these,” Vi says, holding up her fist.

“Okay,” Caitlyn says with a decisive nod. “What happened?”

Vi smirks. “A good ol’ knuckle sandwich.”

Caitlyn shakes her head, unable to stop herself from smiling at Vi’s phrasing and the way she says it. “Who deserved it then?” she asks.

Vi gives her a puzzled look. “You’re not going to ask what I did to piss someone off?”

Caitlyn shakes her head again. “No,” she starts, “I know you don’t start fights.”

“I do finish them though,” Vi adds with a pointed look. Caitlyn just shrugs at her, not disagreeing with that point. She knows Vi gets into fights – she’s heard the gossip from other students. But she also knows how wrong gossip can be, too.

“It was Stan Humphrey from the year above us. He was picking on a Zaun girl from the year below us. Calling her all kinds of slurs, you know the usual ones.”

Caitlyn did know, and it made her bristle to think of it. Stan was two years older, at the very least, than the Zaun girl he was undoubtedly terrorising. She doesn’t blame Vi for getting involved.

“He definitely deserved it, then,” Caitlyn agrees. She’s glad Vi is opening up to her. She wasn’t sure if she ever would. But it’s nice to talk to her, Caitlyn muses.

“What class do you have next?” Caitlyn asks as they slowly make their way down the hall. There’s no one else around this area at the moment, so she’s savouring walking slower than usual.

“P.E. but I was going to skip it,” Vi says. “Want to join me?”

Caitlyn’s eyes widen at that. She’s never skipped a class before. But she finds herself nodding and following Vi out to the grassy area where she knows the smokers like to hang out. Thankfully Vi doesn’t seem to be one of those, she notices as they sit down and Vi doesn’t pull any cigarettes out.

Caitlyn crosses her legs, tucking her feet underneath her knees. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a chocolate bar. “Want some?” she asks.

Vi glances over and nods. “Yeah, I didn’t get to eat any lunch.”

Wordlessly, Caitlyn passes her the whole thing. When Vi gives her a questioning look, she shrugs. “I had lunch today.”

Vi practically inhales the chocolate bar and it makes Caitlyn wish she had something else to give her, too. She’ll fix that for next week. She’ll pack more food so she can share with Vi in case she misses lunch again.

“Do you have any plans this weekend?” Caitlyn asks, leaning her hands back on the grass and tilting her face towards the sun.

“Yeah,” Vi replies, “it’s my sister’s eleventh birthday.”

“I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“I have three siblings, actually,” Vi replies.

Caitlyn glances over at her. “You do?”

Vi nods. “Two adoptive brothers – Mylo and Claggor, they both go here, and Powder. She’s biologically my sister. We were all adopted at the same time.” She falls silent and Caitlyn watches her, wondering if she’ll continue to open up.

“I’m an only child,” Caitlyn says a lot quieter than she means to.

“That must be lonely.”

“You have no idea.” She falls silent as well, wondering if she’s said too much already.

“Did you want to come to Powder’s party?” Vi asks.

Caitlyn perks up. She nods and then bites her lip. “Are you sure she won’t mind?”

Vi smirks. “She’ll be fine. She’s got a bunch of friends from her school coming. She won’t notice one more guest.”

“Then I’d love to,” Caitlyn replies. “What can I get her? What does she like?”

“You don’t have to get her anything,” Vi says.

“Of course I do,” Caitlyn insists. “I’m intruding on her party, I can’t show up empty handed.”

Vi heaves a sigh, like it’s the most put upon thing to answer a question. If Caitlyn didn’t know that Vi was like this, she might have taken offence, but it’s a cute quirk of hers. “She loves art supplies. But don’t get anything too outlandish, she’ll go through it quickly. She’s really into bright colours right now.”

Caitlyn smiles, already thinking of exactly what to get Powder. “Do you have a photo of her?” she asks.

Vi nods and pulls out her wallet, not a phone like Caitlyn was expecting. She slides out a family photo, Caitlyn assumes when she sees Vi, a little girl, two boys about their age and an older man who looks huge but has a kind looking face. Vi looks significantly younger than she does now, so Caitlyn guesses this photo is a few years older. She takes in all of their smiling faces, noticing the way each of their smiles practically leap from the photo.

“You all look really happy,” Caitlyn comments, staring at their happy faces, feeling the warmth and the love of this family from one photo alone.

“That’s the day our adoptions went through,” Vi says. She scoots a little closer to Caitlyn, their bent knees pressing together. She starts pointing to people as she says who they are. Caitlyn recognises Mylo – one of the boys from a few weeks ago getting a detention for a uniform violation. She thinks she recognises Claggor as well, but can’t place him right at the moment.

“And that’s Vander, our dad,” Vi says softly. From that tone alone, Caitlyn can tell this man means a lot to her. She doesn’t want to pry and ask what happened to her birth parents, but she’s glad that Vi, and all her siblings, have this man who adopted all of them.

“I can’t wait to meet them,” Caitlyn says as Vi slips the photo back into her wallet before shoving it into her backpack. “Do you want to see a photo of my dogs?”

Vi nods. “What kind of dogs do you have?”

Caitlyn slides her phone out of her pocket and pulls up their photo album. “Dobermans,” she replies, passing the phone over. “This one is Bullet,” she says before swiping the screen. “And this one is Trigger.”

Vi raises an eyebrow at her. “Odd names for dogs.”

Caitlyn shrugs. “My mother is a shooter, too. She let me name them when I was seven.”

“Wait, too? Do you shoot?” Vi asks, giving Caitlyn a curious look.

Caitlyn nods and takes the phone back, pulling up another photo album. “Youngest marksman in all of Runeterra,” she says, showing the photo with her latest trophy from her summer competition.

“Shit,” Vi says. She sounds impressed, but Caitlyn isn’t too sure. Her thumbs swipe across the screen, taking in the contents of the album.

“Oh, wait, I know her,” Vi says, stopping at a photo of Mel Medarda and Caitlyn from her last tournament.

“She’s on the Council with my mother,” Caitlyn says.

Vi shakes her head, a lock of pink hair falling forwards. She quickly swipes it out of her eyes with a practiced hand. “Nah, she’s dating my aunt.”

Caitlyn’s eyes go wide. “She is?” She didn’t know this. She doesn’t really know much about the Council members outside of who they are and what they each bring to the Council. But she had no idea that Mel was dating someone. Especially someone from Zaun. This piece of information makes Caitlyn’s heart thrum a little harder in her chest.

“What’s your aunt’s name?” Caitlyn asks.

“Sevika,” Vi replies, passing Caitlyn her phone back. “She’s not biologically my aunt, but she’s family. She and my Vander – my dad – go way back. They grew up together. They were both in the military together, and she lives two houses down from us.”

Caitlyn’s brain files all of this away for future reference. “Will she be at the party?”

Vi nods. “Yeah, of course. Powder loves her.”

“Then I look forward to meeting her.”

“You’re going to get teased by my family for the way you talk, by the way,” Vi says.

“What’s wrong with the way I talk?” Caitlyn asks, curious.

Vi gives her a lopsided smile. “You have such a proper Piltie accent.”

Caitlyn sniffs slightly. “I can’t help that,” she says.

“It’s okay,” Vi assures her. “But my brothers will definitely tease you for it. If they give you shit, just punch them.”

“…I wouldn’t know how,” Caitlyn admits. “I’m from a family of shooters, not brawlers.”

“Here, I’ll show you,” Vi says, abruptly standing up.

“What? Right now?” Caitlyn asks. Vi nods and holds out a hand to Caitlyn to take to help her up. She slides her hand into Vi’s, noticing how warm her palm is against her own.

“First, make a fist,” Vi instructs. “Never put your thumb on the inside, it’s the quickest way to break it.”

Caitlyn lets Vi move her fingers so she’s making a proper fist. Vi carefully explains the technique of how to make a fist, and how to throw a punch perfectly. Caitlyn fumbles a few times, but she quickly gets the hang of it.

When Vi tells Caitlyn to punch her in the arm, she doesn’t expect the force she puts behind it, and Vi stumbles a little. Caitlyn opens her mouth to apologise but the massive grin on Vi’s face stops her in her tracks.

“Now that is a punch, Cupcake.”

“Cupcake?” Caitlyn repeats, her cheeks growing warm at the unexpected nickname.

Vi holds up her fist that has the cupcake print Band-Aid on it still. Then she gestures to Caitlyn’s socks that are visible under her trouser hem. “And because you’re sweet, like a cupcake.”

Caitlyn’s entire face flushes at that.

[persephoneacts]

“Okay, y’know what? I usually hate when customers ask me for recommendations. It’s like fuck, Debra, I don’t know your life. But you look like you might keel over if I don’t put you out of your misery, and I don’t need you dying on me and for people to start thinking I'm the Ted Bundy of the Baking industry.” 

She flashed him a smile, making it clear that for all intents and purposes she was joking. Persephone had a penchant for sarcasm, her dry humour usually going amiss as people stared back at her like she was the rudest, most uncivilised individual they’d ever encountered. Admittedly, that was probably also true, but she didn’t think it had anything to do with her sense of humour. 

“Anyway, the vegan brownies. They’re vegan, so it’s unlikely they’ll kill you, though I guess you’ll just have to take my word on that,” she shrugged. Turning on the spot, Persephone retrieved a still-warm plate of the brownies in question, sliding them on top of the glass display to give him a better view. “And they’re salted caramel, too. I know that’s probably considered kinda basic, but they’re sorta the best. Like, my literal kryptonite.” 

Pausing, she mulled over that analogy, lips curling into a pout as she begrudgingly thought of Billy and the way that he used to chastise her whenever she misused comic book terms. She’d leafed through pages of Wonder Woman and Black Cat comics back in her teens, muddling the two universes up much to the dismay of her older cousin. She’d enjoyed them, but not enough for them to leave a lasting impression, and she tended to avoid things that reminded her of her family these days. Still, an incessant niggling in the back of her mind told her that now was exactly the time to be pedantic. 

“Well, I mean that in a makes-me-so-weak-that-I-keep-going-back-for-more way, and not in a you’re-gonna-die-an-untimely-death-if-you-eat-these weakness type of way,” she clarified, cringing at the sound of her own voice. She sounded like such a nerd, all of a sudden. 

In truth, Persephone made a habit out of not engaging too much with customers – the idea of prolonged conversation with a middle-aged man while he bought shortbread in abundance genuinely made her skin crawl a little. Yet, the more the man in front of her rambled on, the more amused she was. She found it strangely entertaining to watch him trip over himself, wishing for the ground to swallow him hole, seemingly incapable of just not talking. 

His introduction somehow felt entirely on brand while also deeply confusing. Though Persephone didn’t really care what his name was, amusement got the better of her as she laughed at the visible way that Bradley seemed to shed himself of any last semblance of dignity that might have remained. 

“Thank you for that dazzling introduction, Bradley by the way,” she grinned.  

Persephone wasn’t really in a habit of handing out her name to strange men – or anyone, for that matter. Be it at work or a random party she’d been dragged to, it always left her with an unsettled feeling lodged in the pit of her stomach. If people didn’t already know who she was – immediately eyeing her with a look of either intrigue or open disgust – they normally pieced things together when she dropped the P word. If the look on Bradley’s face when he’d first gotten to the front of the queue was anything to go by, he definitely already recognised her – unless he’d just been staring because he found her hot, but she somehow doubted that. She could only assume his nervous disposition had something to do with his growing discomfort at being stuck in her presence. 

Unsure how to broach the topic of her name – she didn’t want the entire store hearing her – she tapped absently at the name badge on her apron, drawing his attention to the cursive scrawl that read Sephy. She’d begged to have her nickname down as her identifier and, with the insistence that her full name would only bring the establishment negative attention, it hadn’t been a difficult battle to win. 

“You can call me Seph. Or Sephy, or... Rando Girl Who Served You At Whisk and Wonder,” she shrugged, keeping her voice low.  

It felt strange talking to Bradley. Persephone wasn’t really in the habit of making friends these days. And usually, when she did, it was either an introduction through another friend, or a random encounter at some rager that Maggie or Charlie had pulled her along to. She was entirely out of practice, feeling like a fish out of water. What if he thought she was flirting? Was she flirting? God. Had she really sunk so low that her taste in men had been reduced to weirdly sexy nerd with too much limb to make sense of? 

“So, how about that brownie?” 

He wasn’t sure what he’d been hoping to achieve with the Ted Bundy rant, but as far as results went, it could have been a lot worse than the blonde staring at him like he’d just spoken Klingon to her. At the very least, she hadn’t immediately picked up the phone to call the cops on him, so he supposed that was a win.

“Yeah, super bad,” he agreed, faintly.

If Maia could see him now, she’d probably die of embarrassment. He glanced over his shoulder to where his little sister had found them both a table, a group of pouting teenage girls giving her the stink eye as she tapped away at her phone, completely oblivious. Knowing exactly how Maia could be, Bradley could only surmise that she’d stuck her elbows out and gotten scrappy when trying to acquire the table for them. God, what a pair the two Prestwicks were: one of them waxing lyrical about Ted fucking Bundy and the other starting a turf war in the otherwise quaint little bakery.

When he eventually turned back to Persephone, there was a tight smile on his face as he waited for her to work her way around the realisation that the stick man come to life in front of her with a pistachio allergy had just ordered a dessert which was chock full of nothing but. As if it would somehow help her process the news quicker herself, he reached up with his hands to massage his own temples, eyes scrunched shut as he attempted to will away his impending headache. It had been a long fucking day, as most days were when a person woke up and remembered they were Actual Human Disaster Bradley Prestwick.

As Persephone briefly went over their inventory, not without pointing out that there were a number of sweets available that wouldn’t send him straight into anaphylactic shock, Bradley nodded in understanding.

“I mean, given everything that’s just happened in the past two minutes, it’s not like a death wish would be totally unwelcome right now, would it?” he pointed out with a small sigh.

Scratching the back of his head as he surveyed the range of desserts that wouldn’t immediately kill him, he felt a little helpless as he stared through the glass. He felt like he’d suddenly lost his appetite but not ordering something seemed out of the question.

“Uh, what do you recommend?” he asked. “Just so you know, I’m sort of… dairy intolerant as well. But I can push through. I can eat something made with milk and not like, need an Epipen, so whatever you have that sells the best just… throw it right at me. Not literally! Or you can. If you want. I’ve probably earned that.”

He pressed a hand over his mouth again as if to physically prevent any more word vomit. However, as soon as he dropped his hand back by his side after roughly chafing the space between his thumb and forefinger against his lips, the unthinking, mindless admissions didn’t stop.

“I’m Bradley, by the way,” he introduced himself. Maybe she needed it for the order. Probably not though. Why the fuck did he think she wanted to know his name?

[starhrtz]

꒰ ৎ୭ ꒱ . . ⠀𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖦𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗍. 𝖧𝗎 𝖳𝖺𝗈 ‹𝟹

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. Xiao (𝖿𝗍. 𝖧𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗈)

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗈𝖼 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 :')

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒. 𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖷𝗂𝖺𝗈, 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗄𝖺 𝖧𝗎 𝖳𝖺𝗈!

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍. 1180

𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾. 𝖨 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽... </3

He didn't plan for this to happen especially on a school day.

Xiao thought it was just another day of school, the same boring schedule which he had grown used to for the past 2 years yet before he could even take a bite of his well deserved lunch a notebook was shoved into his face by none other than Hu Tao, a middle school friend of his. Hu Tao was definitely the opposite of Xiao's calm yet distant personality, she was energetic and interacted with almost everyone even though some found her a bit much at times he didn't mind her company at all and was rather… entertained at the stories she told him about her encounters in the early mornings.

He raised a brow at the notebook that Hu Tao was excitedly flipping through the pages of, did she steal someone's diary? Xiangling's or Chongyun's person, Hu Tao did love teasing them a lot after all. Perhaps sensing Xiao's intense stare at her, Hu Tao giggled before flipping to the right page of her physic's notebook. Except instead of writing down notes, Xiao saw what she wrote was… how can he confess to you?! He shot her a glare, oh how regretted telling her about his crush on you but he honestly didn't want to tell Venti or Zhongli mostly because the former acted like a drunk person half the time and the latter because he felt Zhongli didn't have much expertise in the love department.

"Oh don't look at me like that~! It's time you stop making googly eyes! Seriously I can run to the art club to get those googly eyes and compare it to your eyes whenever you look at (Y/n)! There wouldn't be a difference at all."

Hu Tao joked having seen Xiao dazing off whenever you were in his view, let's just say you caused him to walk into a lot of poles and walls during school hours. Xiao sighed before nodding, it wouldn't hurt to try right? Maybe you might like him back as well?

01: Share about your hobbies.

He took a deep breath in and out as Hu Tao pushed him closer to you, you noticed a shadow towering over you as you looked up to see Xiao who was slightly red and his brows furrowed. "Ah, Hello Xiao!" you greeted as you turned off your phone, as Xiao looked down slightly and said a soft hi while scratching his neck. Xiao didn't share much hobbies since all he did when he got home was homework and studying which Hu Tao would boo at saying he needs to do something fun instead of being such a nerd.

"I.. I.."

Xiao was stuttering as he tried to find the right words so he doesn't seem like a boring person in front of you even when he was stuttering he was doing it under his breath which made was incoherent in your point of view but you were patient enough to wait for him as to what he have to say. Before he was about to say he enjoyed gaming, the bell rang signalling the next class was about to start. He slightly cursed at himself as you excused yourself to head to your next class.

Before he could leave to also attend his next class, he saw Hu Tao sighing and slapping her forehead with her hand as she saw the failed interaction between you and Xiao.

"You know, you could have walked (Y/n) to their class right."

02. Ask help for something.

"You sure this is going to work?

Xiao asked, unsure, he was still slightly embarrassed from what had happened during lunch since he was sure he made a complete fool of himself in your eyes." You worry too much, (Y/n)'s nice so don't doubt me!" Hu Tao affirmed Xiao as she continued stacking books in his hands, and right on time you came in talking with Xiangling and Yunjin. Upon spotting Xiao, you immediately waved to him. Of course that was before you saw he was holding a stack of books so he couldn't even wave or see you, Hu Tao was nowhere to be seen… Wait, even Xiangling and Yunjin weren't present but they were just right next to you? You sighed as you shook your head before lifting a few books that were covering Xiao's face, without books covering his eyesight now he was greeted with you smiling brightly at him.

"Did Hu Tao make you carry all her books to her next class?"

You asked, laughing a bit in which Xiao nodded right this was his time to start a conversation with you! "Hu Tao told me you played a lot of games these past few days and you have been doing your assignments at the last minute." Xiao stated trying to remember what Hu Tao had told him about you, but of course what he said was something rather… negative yet you paid no mind to it and laughed it off. "She said that? I mean she isn't wrong, although I think she isn't one to speak." You replied as both of you recalled how Hu Tao would text you both at 12am asking for answers.

Part two of this guide seemed to go well!

03: Let it slip out that you like them when they are near.

"Are you insane…"

Xiao mumbled as he closed the notebook, just as he was trusting this little guide Hu tao did a 360° on him and wrote something like this. Hu Tao rolled her eyes, he hasn't really changed since middle school has he?

"Alright Alright, gee you're no fun."

Hu Tao huffed, as she flipped to the next page which she was sure would make both you and Xiao a couple.

"You should really study instead of helping me with your love life,and isn't your physics teacher going to check your notebook?"

"Hey! That's not something you should say to your matchmaker! Plus that teacher sucks to the point I don't even remember her name!"

04: Walk them home.

As Xiao ended class, he was surprised to see you standing outside the door waiting for him. As both of you walked to your home, there was silence between you both yet it wasn't awkward the slightest it was rather comforting.

"So how was Hu Tao's little guide?"

Your question broke the silence between you both as Xiao stopped in his tracks and his body stiffened as he looked at you with wide eyes. "How… How did you know?" Xiao asked, he was curious yet nervous for some reason perhaps the fear of rejection? And you finally explained that you saw Hu Tao writing something down in her notebook, of course when she saw that you were looking she immediately pleaded you don't tell the teacher and confessed about the guide. Xiao was stunned by the story which made you chuckle.

"Well, see you tomorrow Xiao~!"

You waved goodbye but not before stealing a kiss on Xiao's cheek leaving him a red mess in the end.

© astrinityy — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works!!

[hitomisuzuya]

Omg pls this idea has been on my mind forever. Fem! Reader making fun of wanderer for having smaller hands compared to readers but then in closed doors Wanderer fingers them like crazy and degrades them 😳😳 taunting them as well for saying hes got smaller hands and such

a/n: Oh my my, what a delicious ask😳 I hope you enjoy, anon❤️ I hope this wasn't too much. also, do the gifs look blurry to anyone. I always worry about it. Please let me know if they do so I can start grabbing them off of Google instead.

Wanderer x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering. Degradation and taunts.

It started with a simple jest, all in the name of teasing. You couldn't help yourself. It was so easy to ruffle Wanderer's feathers. "Your hands, they are so small," you giggled, "I think they might be smaller than mine"

Before you could press your hand flat against his for a size comparison, Wanderer scoffed, yanking his hand away. "Whatever, I know you have stuff to do today for Nahida. Hurry up and give me your reading list before I change my mind, nerd."

You'd started assisting Nahida in her duties as an Archon. It was the only way you could think of to pay her back for hiding the man you loved hidden safely away from everyone after suffering his defeat at the hands of The Traveler. Nahida told you it wasn't necessary, but you insisted. Your knowledge of humans and how they act would help her out, even having you act as her vessel a few times to speak to people.

Wanderer had offered to check some books out of the library for you. He had nothing going on all day, spending his time walking through the wilderness while you were with Nahida.

You found the books in a bag on your bed later that afternoon. The titles varied, some books about the history of Sumeru. Some Akademiya essays. And one just for yourself. Wanderer would've labelled it as a dumb romance novel.

Your eyes speed through the words printed on the page, your cheeks flushing. You looked around your room. Wanderer wasn't back yet, so....

There were curious noises coming from your room. Ones Wanderer was very familiar with. He opened the door. There you were, pleasuring yourself, moaning his name as you thought of him doing the things you'd read in the book to you.

You yelped when you saw him, hastily pulling your fingers out of your dripping hole. "Go on, don't stop on my account," he taunted, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

You were frozen like a deer in headlights. Embarrassed you looked away from him. You know what a shit eating smirk looks like? That's the expression on his face. "or is it because you can't get yourself off? What's wrong, y/n, can't reach your fun spots with your fingers? And you said I had small hands."

Sitting down on the bed, Wanderer picked up the hand you'd been fingering yourself with. He licked your slick off them, biting down on the tips for a moment.

"I..I..ahhhh," a stammer was all you could manage as he buried his fingers inside you. You'd already made such a mess of yourself that his fingers slid easily against your walls, immediately hitting your sweet spot.

Your clit swelled with blood at the sudden stimulation, making you grind up into his fingers. His pace quickened, his eyes never once leaving your's. "You stupid slut, your pussy is practically sucking my fingers inside."

Every hook of his fingers against your g-spot drew a louder, lewder moan from you. His pace was ruthless, his fingers making wet noises fill the room. "Ha, you are almost there aren't you? It must be such a relief for you to have your pussy stuffed by my small hands." He practically spat the word small.

"Wanderer I'm sorry! I-AH- gonna cum," you babbled, bucking your hips up in time with his thrusts.

"Then cum, you needy whore. Maybe next time, you'll think twice before insulting me."

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Lightning Bug - Chapter 5

Previous Chapter // Master poster for Lightning Bug 

Warnings: self-harm, self-doubt, physical abuse, panic attack  

Word Count: 5.3K

“Wake up!” Kate said, knocking on America’s door. “Wake up!” No answer from the teen on the other side. Kate groaned, leaning her head against the wall. Yelena yawned, stretching her arms above her head. She wished she was back in bed but the archer dragged her out. 

“Maybe she’s already up.” The Russian suggested. 

“It’s tradition,” Kate said. “Every time one of us comes back from a mission we have breakfast together.” Yelena had to stop herself from laughing at the pout on her girlfriend’s face. Instead, she wrapped her arms around her waist and rested her head on Kate’s back. Physical touch was Yelena’s love language but after years of experiencing pain by the hands of others she was still learning to trust. Immediately, the archer relaxed into her girlfriend’s arms. 

“Maybe she’s with her new friend. Did you see the glances she was trying to be subtle about?” Kate spun around in Yelena’s hold. She had a mischievous smile on her face, a look Yelena had seen when on her and Peter when they were up to no good. 

“Do you think our little America has a crush?” Yelena shrugged. She was still hesitant on accepting a stranger into a place she finally felt safe in but with chocolate and dogs they found some common ground. “Well then we have to have breakfast to question her.” Kate wiggled her way out of the Black Widow’s arms. 

“Wait,” but it was too late, the young Hawkeye resumed banging on America’s door. “Der’mo (shit).” Yelena mumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose. The teen’s door swung open and Kate’s hand stopped midair before she accidentally punched America. 

“The building better be on fire.” She looked like she just rolled out of bed. 

“Nope,” Kate said, popping the ‘p’. She linked her arm with America’s and dragged her to the kitchen. “But it is breakfast time.” Yelena chuckled, closed the teen’s door, and followed the pair into the kitchen. America clumped into a chair while Kate started on the coffee. “I want to know all the details on your relationship with Y/n.” The mention of the newest addition caused America to perk up but her cheeks blushed. 

“Woah. Time out. What are you talking about? We are just friends.” As a widow, Yelena was trained in the art of reading body language. It was a vital part of her job but she knew it didn’t take a trained Widow to see that America was developing some sort of feelings for the girl. 

“Yes friends,” she said simply. “You and I are friends and I don’t blush like you just did when I think about you.” America stared at the blonde, mouth open slightly as if her brain was trying to comprehend what she just said. 

“Well I’m offended. I thought our relationship was really going somewhere.” Yelena rolled her eyes, flicking the forehead of the young girl in front of her. America rubbed the spot she hit. “But seriously we are just friends. She’s been through a lot and she needs a friend before anything else.” Yelena understood that feeling and she felt a little bad about teasing her but it was payback when America teased her before she started dating Kate. 

“So you don’t mind us inviting her to breakfast.” Kate said, placing a cup of coffee in front of America. America took a sip and shook her head as the archer asked if she was up. 

“It appears Miss. Y/n fell asleep in the library.” FRIDAY answered. America shrugged standing up. 

“You have a crush on a book nerd.” Yelena laughed as America blushed again. The Black Widow made a note to talk to Kate to pull back on the comments a little bit. The trio took the elevator to the common area where Sam was in the kitchen making a smoothie. 

“Look who's back,” he said with a smile. “How was France?” 

“People were shit. The dogs were better.” Yelena said. Sam laughed, shaking his head. 

“Well Vision, Rhodney, and I are going to the training room if you want to join us.” He invited them.  

“Maybe after breakfast.” They continued to the library. The doors were slightly open and Yelena felt the warmth from the fireplace as they walked in. She was fast asleep on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. 

“Awe cute.” Yelena whispered. America smiled and walked to the other side of the couch. She knelt down but kept her distance, Yelena remembered Natasha said she didn’t like to be touched. 

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” America whispered. “It’s time for breakfast.” She groaned and pulled the blanket over her head. 

“Not hungry.” The teen mumbled. “5 more minutes.”

“Now that's adorable.” The sleepy teen wasn’t expecting another voice and she bolted straight up throwing the blanket off of her. 

“Woah,” America said calmly, putting her hands up. Yelena noticed the small flinch. “It’s just Yelena and Kate.” It took a minute for her to even recognize America sitting in front of her as her shoulders were tense. But soon Yelena watched her body relax and she slowly turned around. 

“Morning,” Kate said. Yelena opted out of saying a morning greeting as she saw the fear still in the young girl’s eyes. 

“Hi,” she said, clearing her throat. “Morning.” 

“We usually go out to a cafe for breakfast.” America said. “None of us are that good in the kitchen.” 

“Oh,” she said. “I can cook.” Yelena’s eyes widen slightly at the confession. “I can cook breakfast.” 

“You-”

“Sounds good.” Yelena said, cutting America off. She nodded and stood up, shutting off the fireplace before exiting the library. 

“We always go out.” America said, waiting a beat before speaking. “Why did you say she can cook?” Yelena crossed her arms against her chest and looked down at her feet. She needed a minute to gather her thoughts - she understood when Natasha said she saw herself in the blue eyed teen. Kate gently nudged her shoulder against Yelena’s sign of comfort. 

“I don’t know what happened to her,” she started. “But I know the feeling, an abused kid dropped in a place where you can finally be safe.” Yelena looked up at America. “She needs to feel like she’s earned this. Her entire life she’s had to work for anything good.” Yelena witnessed it first hand with the Widows she’s saved. They were constantly asking herself or Melina how they could help in exchange for the room they were staying in or the food they could eat. “Allowing her to cook breakfast gives her that sense of responsibility. One day that feeling will go away, just give it time.” America nodded, standing up. 

“Yeah of course. I get that feeling too.” Kate put her hand in Yelena’s hand giving it a squeeze. 

“The tower seems to attract those who need it.” The Black Widow squeezed the archer’s hand back. 

“Come on, let's go eat.”    

*

Once you were in the kitchen on your floor, you let out a shaky breath and forced the bile that was rising in your throat back down. As soon as you woke up and saw America you were transported back into your nightmare. You couldn’t help but flinch when she raised her hands. You went through the cabinets and grabbed pancake mix and a tea bag. While the water was boiling, you made the pancake mix and whisked some eggs. You were more aware of your surroundings so you noticed Yelena, Kate, and America enter the kitchen. “Do you need help?” Kate asked. You heated up two frying pans and chopped some chocolate you found and put in the pancake batter. You shook your head. 

“I’m okay.” They sat down in the empty seats. 

“Did you cook at Java House?” America asked. 

“Wait!” Kate said. “You worked with Annie?” You nodded. “Do you know how to make her beignet?” You gave her a smile. 

“I do.” You paused. “But it’s a secret.” It was a family recipe. You helped her make it one day after a rough night at the homeless shelter. 

“She’d have to kill you if she told you.” The blonde added, sending you a wink in your direction. You giggled as Kate sighed dreamily. 

“It would be so worth it.” You shook your head. 

“I cooked a little.” You answered America. 

“Where did you learn to cook then?” She asked. You flipped a pancake and mixed the eggs. America was a friend you reminded yourself of and if she saw Kate and Yelena as friends were they your friends too? You weren’t sure. But Yelena gave you chocolate and you both liked dogs. You mixed a little sugar in your tea and held the warm mug in your hands.  

“I had to teach myself.” You said simply. “Someone had to feed me.” You turned your back to the trio and focused on the food you were preparing. You didn’t know how to tell them that Sundays (when you weren’t needed to power the church) were your favorite because you were home alone and as long as you cleaned up everything you could cook. You placed the plate of food in front of everyone along with knives and forks. “Sorry if it sucks.” You mumbled, pouring syrup on your own pancakes. 

“This is so good!” Kate said. 

“You're making breakfast now.” America nodded. You smiled down at your plate and heard a door open. 

“Is my job being taken?” Wanda asked, braiding her hair. 

“Only breakfast.” Yelena said. “I like your cooking too much for you to stop altogether.” She had too much pancake in her mouth so it was a little hard to understand. You made enough food on the off chance Natasha and Wanda were going to join. You made Wanda a plate and placed it in the empty spot. 

“Thank you.” You nodded, losing your ability to speak as the witch got close. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. 

“Where is Nat?” Yelena asked. 

“Maria stole her this morning.” Wanda said, taking a bite of her food. “They are right, they are good.” You nodded. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. 

*

America wasn’t sure if it was a good idea for her to meet Sam, Vision, and Rhodey all at the same time, especially in the training room. But once breakfast was cleaned up and put away, Kare invited her to join them. The archer was still recovering but she enjoyed watching the ‘flying boys’ as Tony called them. America was surprised she accepted the invitation. So they walked to the training with Yelena and Kate at the lead and America and Y/n trailing behind. She was fidgeting with the rubber gloves. “You know,” America said slowly. “You don’t have to meet them if you aren’t ready.” She let the statement sit with her for a bite before replying. 

“I know but I live with these people. I can’t ignore them forever.” America nodded. She loved her family but sometimes they could be a lot. As they got closer, the sound of Vision’s beam going off caused her to stop. America gave her a smile as Kate opened the door. “Woah,” she said, stepping into the room. They were playing a makeshift game of monkeys in the middle. Sam and Rhodey were passing a metal frisbee (the size of Steve’s shield) back and forth while Vision tried to hit it. America shut the door and they moved to sit down on the bleachers to watch the game. She had to admit, it was cute. Y/n had a child-like wonder as she watched Sam and Rhodey pass the frisbee. Vision floated in the middle, watching and waiting. As Sam let the frisbee go, Vision shot it and hit his target. The frisbee broke into pieces and fell to the ground. 

“Nice shot Viz.” Kate cheered. The three landed and walked over to them. Sam retracted his wings while Rhodey removed his helmet. 

“Thank you, Miss Bishop.” Vision said. 

“Guys this is Y/n.” America said. She gave a timid wave. “Meet Sam, Vision, and Rhodey.” 

“Nice to meet you, kid.” Rhodey said. 

“It’s good to finally put a name to the face.” Sam said. 

“Hello Miss. Y/n.” She stared at the trio in front of her for a beat. 

“Hi.” She cleared her throat. “Pretty impressive flying up there.” Sam’s smile grew. 

“You’ve seen nothing yet wait till you see Wanda and Tony up there.” He looked at the group. “We are thinking about playing Spud, do you guys want to join?” He asked. 

“Yes!” Kate said, standing up. 

“Kate,” her girlfriend said. “You are recovering from an injury.” The archer rolled her eyes. 

“Cho said no heavy lifting. She said nothing about a little game of Spud.” Kate said, running to the middle of the training room. Yelena tried her best to look annoyed but a found smile appeared on her face as she followed her girlfriend. Sam and Rhodey laughed and joined them. 

“Will you be joining us, Miss. Y/n?” Vision asked. America looked at her. She shook her head.

“I’d like to watch if that’s okay.” She seemed okay, maybe a little shy. America nodded. 

“Let me know if you need anything.” She nodded with a small smile.     

*

You watched as America ran off to join the others and let out a shaky breath. “Can I join you?” Vision asked. You forgot he was standing next to you. You nodded and he sat down, making sure to leave space between you two. “Are you enjoying your time at the tower?” You looked at him, he was looking forward. He looked at you. You were fixated by the stone in his forehead. The colors seemed to swirl inside it. You blushed, quickly looking forward. 

“It’s okay. A little different from what I’m used to.” He nodded. 

“This is the only home I’ve known.” He said simply. 

“Do you enjoy it here?” You asked him. 

“I think I do.” His answer confused you. “A home requires an emotional connection and a sense of belonging.” He looked at you and this time you didn’t look away. “The tower fulfills those requirements.” 

“I guess it does.” He smiled. 

“Then welcome home, Miss. Y/n.” 

“Viz, are you joining?” Kate asked. 

“I do apologize,” he said, standing up. “I hope we talk again.” Vision joined the others before you could respond. You weren’t sure if Vision was right, did you belong here? Worthless. Killer. Disgrace. Monster. You squeezed your hands into a fist and focused on the game. Sam had a red ball in his hand and threw it high into the sky. 

“4.” FRIDAY called out and Yelena ran to catch it. She caught it easily and everyone froze. The Russian threw the ball at America, who ducked out of the way and she stuck her tongue out at Yelena as she ran over to get the ball and throw it again. “2.” FRIDAY said again. Rhodey ran to catch it and the game continued. Each time someone threw it in the air, the AI said another number. They were laughing and joking around with one another. But their voices kept getting louder and louder as adrenaline was pumping through them. You let out another shaky breath. You wanted to leave, escape to someplace quiet but you felt frozen to the spot. 

“Hey,” America appeared in front of you. “I want to show you the roof. Do you want to get out of here?” She asked. 

“Uh sure.” She smiled. You followed her close behind out of the training room and to the elevator. 

*

America held open the door to the roof so you could walk past her. The window was blowing as it wasn’t obstructed by the other buildings. It sent a shiver down your spine. She closed the door and sat down in an empty chair. She pointed to the chair next to her, a silent way of asking you to join her. You sat down looking up at the blue sky. “Coming up here at night is my favorite.” America said. “The city lights and you can see some stairs.” A mutual silence based. It wasn’t awkward, which you were grateful for. Being up here was helping, the tight feeling in your chest was fading. “Can I ask you a question?” America asked. You nodded. She looked down at her hands. “This morning,” she started slowly. “When I woke you up you looked scared. Did you have a nightmare.” You couldn’t look at her but you nodded. “Was I in it?” You didn’t answer but your silence was all she needed. “What happened?”

“Doesn’t matter,” You said. “It wasn’t you.”

“Of course it matters. It’s better to talk about it then keep it in.” America paused. “I have them.” You finally looked at her. She was looking towards the city skyline. “They are about my mistakes and people who have tried to hurt me.” Your stomach dropped at her confession. She looked back at you. “They aren’t fun.”

“No,” Your voice cracked. You cleared your throat. “They aren’t.” You sighed and ran your hands up and down your legs. “I haven’t had one in a really long time.” You confessed. “On the streets I never felt safe enough to fully fall asleep but here.” You trailed off. 

“You feel safe.” You shrugged. 

“Maybe. I don’t know.” You looked down at the roof. “My dream took something that happened to me but added you, Natasha, and Wanda.” 

“And in your mind, they hurt you.” She concluded. You slowly nodded. “It won’t happen. You are safe here.” She said it with so much conviction that you almost believed her. ‘You are a parasite. You attach yourself to good people and kill them.’ “You don’t believe me, do you?” She asked. You folded your hands and leaned forward on your knees. 

“Bad things follow me.” You whispered. “To me or the people around me.” Before America could answer, the door opened. You turned around at the sound and saw Natasha standing there. 

“FRIDAY said I’d find you up here.” She closed the door and closed the gap between you and her. “Everything alright?” She asked. You looked away from the Russian. 

“Yeah,” America responded. “We are just talking.”

“Okay,” she said slowly if she didn’t believe her. “I was wondering if you want to go shopping for stuff in your room. You can join us.” You stole a glance at America as she shook her head. 

“Kate and I have plans but thank you.” She looked at you. “I’ll see you later.” You nodded as she stood up and left the roof. The Black Widow took her spot. 

“I’m guessing you don’t want to talk about it.”

“You would be correct.”

“Shopping makes me feel better especially when it’s not my money.” You watched as she pulled out a credit card from her pocket. You made out Tony’s name on the card. “He has enough money.” You gave her a small smile. “Let’s go kid.”

*

You weren’t sure what to get as Natasha pushed the cart down the isle of the Target’s Home Decor section. This was the first time you’ve had a room to call your own. It was also the first time in a Target. Natasha was patient, she let you look at everything for as long as you needed. She didn’t make any remarks on the few items you did choose which you were grateful for. You stood at the poster section, skimming through the options they had. “Yelena told me you met some of the guys today.” You nodded, not looking at the Black Widow. “How did it go?” She asked. 

“They seem nice.” You picked a poster that allowed you to scratch off books as you read them. “Vision is..” You trailed off not really knowing how to describe him. 

“Unique.” Natasha said. You smiled. 

“He was nice to me. He asked me how I was enjoying my time at the tower and welcomed me home.” You said, moving onto the next section. Natasha pushed the cart so she was walking next to you. 

“And do you like living at the tower?” She asked. You stopped to smell a candle. It was rose scented with a hint of vanilla. The smell reminded you of your mother’s perfume. She only wore it on special occasions but the scent was so engraved in your mind. 

“Yeah I do,” You answered the Russian’s question. “It’s just different.” It was the best and only way you could describe living with the Avengers. 

After Target, Natasha stopped at a bodega. She needed to pick up a few things for Wanda for dinner. You got out of the car and stared at the store in front of you. There was a weird feeling forming in the pit of your stomach. You knew this place. “Kid, are you coming?” You nodded, walking over to the Black Widow as she held open the door. “You don’t have to come in,” She said. “You can wait in the car.”

“I’m fine.” You said, stepping into the small store. The smell hit you like a freight train. It was so familiar. You’ve been in this store but you couldn’t remember why. You followed Natasha closely not wanting to be alone while your memories were all mixed up. It was bugging you why you couldn’t remember. You pride yourself on having a good memory. You had to remember schedules, guard rotations, and the stores that gave you food instead of kicking you out. Your body knew this place but what happened? 

A candy aisle caught your attention and you parted ways with Natasha. You stared at the candy selection and picked up a piece you recognized from Lucia. “Hey!” The thundering voice made you jump and drop the candy. “I thought I told you aren’t welcome here.” The owner stormed over to you and grabbed you by the collar of your shirt. “You good for nothing -”

“Get your hands off of her.” Your eyes locked with Natasha’s. Her green eyes showed how angry she was but she kept her facial expressions calm. “I said remove your hand or I’ll do it for you.” Her tone sent a shiver down your spine. But the man didn’t let go of you. He tightened his grip and lifted you off the ground. You yelped in surprise. 

“Just because you are with an Avenger does not erase what you did.” He said to you. He looked back at Natasha. “This little girl is a criminal.” The man threw you to the ground. Natasha stood in front of you blocking him from getting to you again. “I want her out of my store.”

“You won’t be having a store anymore unless you think very carefully on what’s going to happen next.” She threatened. You stood up on shaky legs. The tingle of your palms returned. You let out a shaky breath, trying to get your feelings under control. “We will be leaving this store and I promise you no Avenger will ever set foot in here again.” The man went to speak but Natasha raised her hand. “Did I give you permission to speak?” He didn’t respond. “I didn’t think so. I do not care what happened between you and her but putting your hands on a child is uncalled for and you will be hearing from Stark Lawyers.” You watched the color leave the man’s face as the Black Widow took a small step forward. “Now we will be watching this place very closely and the smallest issue we will not hesitate to shut you down. Did I make myself clear?” She asked. He nodded. 

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good.” She looked back at you. Her face softer and a smile. “Let’s get out of here.” You nodded, leaving the store and getting into the car. You felt it. The energy building inside you and around you. It needed an outlet. You moved your hand in your glove and dug your nails into your palm. The feeling was fading but you weren’t sure how long it was going to last.  

*

Natasha didn’t know the teen could be more quiet as she stared out the window. She sighed and parked the car. The sudden stop pulled her out of her daydream. “What’s going on?” 

“One more stop before we head back home.” The Black Widow got out of the car and before she closed the door, she heard a sigh. She got out of the car and leaned on the door as Natasha walked in front of the car and onto the sidewalk. Without a word, the Russian began to walk down the sidewalk. She didn’t have to look behind her to know the teen was following her. Today was supposed to be a good day and Natasha was going to end it on a goodnote. The Black Widow stopped and the teen looked at the store. 

“Ice cream?” She questioned. 

“Yes, ice cream.” Natasha brought her to the Inside Scoop, an ice cream shop she had brought Wanda after the Battle of Solovkia and Yelena when she moved to New York City. “Another thing that makes me feel better.” She shrugged and opened the door for Natasha. The Russian had a feeling she was going to like this spot. The place was decorated with old newspaper clippings from different parts of history. There was a small line so Natasha let the teen look around, there was a whole wall dedicated to the Avengers. She was reading about their fight in Wakanda against Thanos. 

“Are you guys ready to order?” Still the girl didn’t pull her eyes away from the headlines. 

“Do you know what you want?” Natasha asked her. 

“Chocolate peanut butter in a cup, please.” The Black Widow nodded with a smile and ordered. She got herself a small strawberry in a cone. Natasha paid for their treat and found Y/n by the door. She took the dish with a smile and opened the door again. They sat on a bench outside the small shop. 

“I was 8 when the Battle of New York happened,” she said, breaking the silence. “Were you scared?” The Battle of New York seemed like a lifetime ago. She was trying to put together this team while trying to save Clint and protect the citizens.

“Yeah I was scared,” She answered honestly. “I was scared, worried, and angry.” She nodded and stared at her ice cream. The New York traffic provided some noise to cover the silence.     

“I’m sorry.” She finally said, taking a spoonful of her ice cream. The apology shocked the Russian. 

“Why are you apologizing?” Natasha asked. She shrugged. “I get it. We all had to do stuff we aren’t proud of.” The teen sighed. 

“It wasn’t for me,” she explained. “One of the mothers at the homeless shelter needed formula for her baby. I didn’t have many people that cared about me like she did.” She cleared her throat. “Well I thought she cared. The store manager called the cops and the cops brought me back to the shelter. The cops said that if someone could be accountable me then they wouldn’t arrest me.” Natasha saw tears form in her eyes. “She didn’t come forward.” She whipped her eyes angrily. “Thankfully, another crime took place and I ran from the cops.” She laughed bitterly, Natasha decided it was a sound she hated. “I learned that I could only rely on myself. No one was going to come and save me.”

“Not anymore,” Natasha said. “You have a whole group of people to lean on.” The teen shrugged her shoulders and threw her ice cream away. 

“Maybe.” Natasha threw the napkins away and followed the teen back to the car. The Black Widow enjoyed being an Avenger, it allowed her to do some good with the skill set she was given. The downside, she was a public figure and she was used to watching eyes everytime she left the trailer. She felt eyes on her immediately but when she saw where they were coming from, a group of teenagers were at the corner. The group of 4 weren’t looking at her but Y/n. 

“Do you know those kids?” Natasha asked. She looked to where the Black Widow was looking. Her shoulders tensed up. 

“No, I don’t” She opened the door and got in. The Russian stared at the group as they took off in the opposite direction. It didn’t take a mind reader for her to know that she was lying. But Natasha wasn’t going to push the issue, she just hopped she would come to them if she needed help.   

* 

You stepped out of the elevator with the few bags that you and Natasha bought. Yelena, Kate, and America were on the couch playing a video game. You recognized the XBox controller in Kate’s and America’s hand from a youth center you’ve visited before. “Hey,” Kate said, without looking away from the TV. “How was shopping?” You shrugged, pushing down the words the manager threw at you. 

“It was okay.” You glanced down at the bags you were carrying then looked back up at the trio, Yelena was watching you. You stared into her green eyes as she stared into your blue ones. She gave you a smile. “Uh,” you cleared your throat. “Do you guys want to help me decorate my room?” You asked. America paused the game. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” You confessed. “I’ve never had a room of my own.”

“Yeah of course we’ll help you.” 

“Okay cool. Finish your game, there is no rush.” You walked to your room and opened the door, you stopped yourself from closing it. You put the bags down on your bed and fidgeted with your gloves.

“Knock, knock,” Yelena said. You spun around and saw them standing in the doorway. “Can we come in?” You nodded and they walked in. 

“Alright,” Kate said, walking to the bag. “Let’s see what we are working with.” She began to pull out the stuff. The box of string lights, the poster of book recommendations, and a few other things. 

“FRIDAY,” America said. “Play my pump up playlist.” The AI began to play the playlist and music began to fill your silent room. You gave her a questionable look. “What? We need music for inspiration.” You laughed, shaking your head. America and Kate took the reigns of decorating your room. They asked for your input and you gave it to them when you could but you were happy to give them control. You and Yelena were sitting on your bed as they were hanging up the lights. The Russian handed you a small chocolate bar. 

“Do you just carry these with you?” You asked as you took the small candy. She shrugged with a smile. “It’s like your Lupin from Harry Potter.” She looked at you confused for a second. 

“He’s the boy that does magic, right?” You nodded. “I’ve seen the first movie.”

“I’ve only read the books.” You said, taking a bite. The blonde looked at the floor, at your makeshift bed. 

“Not sleeping on this?” She questioned, patting on the bed. You forgot about it before you invited them to your room. You shook your head. “Too soft?” You looked at her, seeing nothing but understanding in her eyes. 

“Yeah,” You whispered. “Something like that.” You finished the candy. 

“It gets easier,” she said, handing you another piece. Like everyone here, you desperately wanted to believe her.    

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taglist: @yourmamacom

[itzy0megaverse]

Dude alpha nerd yeji would be so cute like this hot ass alpha with glasses who just gets so shy any time you're in the same room as her -D

I loved this idea so damn much 😭😭😭

Science Classes (A!nerd!Yeji)

Requested : ✔️

Reader : Gn / I also left this ambiguous in terms of a/b/o assignment

Tw : none

New semester and new classes. New subjects and new topics. New seating and new bench partners.

Your first science class of the year was both exciting and dreadful. It's fun to see who your new teacher and classmates are but the subject itself is always difficult to grasp. Walking into the classroom, you find a simplistic layout of the classroom and its tables on the board with the names of each student lined up to each table. You find your name, translate that to the real life classroom and take a brief look at who your seating partner is.

"Yeji..." You whisper quietly to yourself. One of the students that most people know the name of but don't know the face that applies to it. You recognise the name but still have no clue as to who it is you're expecting, other than you know you're looking for a girl. You dismiss the thoughts and move out the way of the board to find your seat.

Unlike normal, your head stays upright staring at the classroom. Watching each person as they leave the board and trudge towards their new seat, looking out for the one who'll sit next to you. Next up at the board is a small framed girl with glasses and brown hair holding a few notebooks up to her chest. She takes one look at the board before immediately landing her eyes on you.

You sit somewhat stunned as she beams you a beautiful smile and happily walks over to the empty spot next to you. "You must be Y/n?" She says as she places her books on the table and her bag underneath. This girl is an alpha!? you think to yourself. The scent is un-mistakable but her shy dimenor throws you off that scent. Your breath hitches in your throat for a second before snapping out of it with a light cough. "And you must be Yeji!" You gladly respond while offering your hand to shake.

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The class had begun 10 minutes ago and you're already struggling. Things tend to take a little longer for you to process so all the math-like problems and note taking takes longer for you than most. On top of that, the teacher going through things at Eminem speed was not helping. Thankfully, the teacher stopped talking shortly after and gave all the students space to solve some questions on their own. It gave you a chance to catch up on the note taking.

"Need help?" The whisper in your ear startled you a little and Yeji, the owner of the voice, began giggling slightly at your adorableness. "Eeehhh-..." Looking back at your notebook, you're a little too shy to admit you do in fact need that help and the only noise that comes out is a strange groan like sound.

Yeji ended your suffering and created an entirely new suffering by pulling her chair just a little closer to yours and leaning over to help you. "To balance an equation you need the same amount of atoms on each side of the equation." Yeji begins gently explaining each and every step much slower than the teacher did and you almost understand it.... but it's very difficult to concentrate when you have a really cute alpha practically wrapping her arms round you.

"See, that means you now have 5 hydrogen atoms on each side BUT it also means you've up the carbon atoms on the left side. So in fixing the hydrogen atoms you've ruined the carbon at-....o..ms....." A blush crawls across Yeji's face as she notices the already deep blush on yours and she finally registers just how close you both are. "OhmygodOhmygadOhmygod- I'm so sorry for that I didn't think. I didn't reali-"

"It's ok." Yeji had jerked herself away from you and back into her space after noticing the little distance and began apologising profusely before you cut her off. "I'm actually starting to understand this whole balancing equations thing now so thank you." You give her a genuinely happy smile but you're still a little to shy to turn and show her. So instead your book receives it.

You never were to keen on science classes.... but you could get used to this one.

[justaself-shipper]

Yandere!Golden Guard x Reader x Yandere! Edric Blight- Golden Psychopathic Lovers

Request by @fLoweRcaSe00 on Wattpad It was a new year at Hexside. Another year of school for Y/N. Clutching her books tightly, her nervous mind fluttered to all the terrible things that could happen on her first day back. She jumped as she felt a hand tap her shoulder. “Hey kitten. Been a while, hasn’t it?” A smooth voice whispered into her ear. Turning around, Y/N lets out a sigh of relief when she realised who it was. “Oh, hi Edric! Has been a while, hasn’t it? About two weeks?” Edric smiled at the H/C girl in front of him, humming in response. As the two chatted, a certain human walked up behind Y/N, covering her eyes. “Guess who?” She giggled. Y/N gasped. “The Grim Reaper! You’ve finally come for me!” The two girls giggled, as Luz removed her hands from her eyes. “Close!” While they interacted, Luz glanced over her shoulder to see Edric glaring darkly at her. A little unnerved, she waves as she gave an awkward smile. “Hey Edric! How’ve you been? C’mon, give me a high-five!” Holding up her hand, she chuckled nervously when Edric refused, simply staring at her with an evil glare. “Don’t leave me hanging??” Y/N took it upon herself to high-five the human. “Ok! Luz and I gotta be getting to class Edric. See you after school?” The green-haired witch finally smiled, his dark attitude disappearing for a moment as he talked to Y/N. “Of course kitten! See you then!” Y/N waved goodbye, grabbing Luz’s hand as they headed to class. Luz felt her face heat up when her witch crush did so. Yes, Y/N was Luz’s crush. She tried covering her face as they walked. This didn’t go unnoticed by the Blight twin, though. Watching them go, he growled to himself. “You won’t get a chance to be with Y/N, Luz. I’ll make sure of that.” Luz and Y/N had just finished their first two classes, and were making their way to the cafeteria. Edric watched them enter, observing how Luz blushed whenever Y/N smiled, or laughed aloud. Eyes narrowing, he felt his sister place a hand on his shoulder. “Hey Ed, you ok? You’re spacing out again.” Smiling at his sister, he replied that he was fine, probably just sick. Emira didn’t really believe him, but let him be. Back with Luz and Y/N, they had sat down with Willow, Gus and Amity. As the gang laughed and chatted, Y/N felt something land in her hair. Another table erupted into laughter as Boscha threw more of her lunch, this time hitting Willow. “Oops, sorry weirdos! Just practising for Grudgby! And you happen to be my target!” Throwing another part of her lunch, Luz huffed angrily. “Didn’t she learn her lesson last time?!” The bell went off, signifying the end of lunch. Sighing, Y/N got up. “I’m just gonna go clean myself up. You guys can just go ahead to class. Willow, do you wanna come with?” Willow nodded shyly, still glancing over to the pink-haired demon witchling. Boscha glared back at her, smirking. Luz stood up as well. “I’ll come too! I can help!” She yelled eagerly. Laughing, Y/N and Willow let her come. After leaving the bathroom, Y/N let Luz and Willow head back to class while she went for her lockers. Upon arriving, Boscha was leaning against it, throwing a rock up and down in one hand. “Heya nerd, thought you needed some company.” She smirked, throwing the rock at the H/C-coloured witch. Y/N lifted her arms for protection, dropping her belongings. Boscha let out a laugh. “Here, let me help you with that-“ “Boscha, Principal Bump wants to talk to you immediately.” The two female witched looked up to see Edric. Y/N was relieved. Boscha scoffed. “What does he want me for? What did I do?” Edric only smiled. “He says it’s important. Now, would you please follow me?” He says kindly, walking away. Boscha shrugs, following the Blight. Y/N picked up the rest of her books, rushing away to her class. “So, what does Bump want me for? And where are we going?” Boscha says. Edric smirked. All was going according to plan. “Just in this room right here.” He says, stopping as he held open a door. Boscha looked inside, scrunching her nose at the smell. “Why this room? And where’s-“ She was cut off as Edric pushed her in. She let out a yelp as she stumbled, catching herself in time as she turned angrily towards the Blight twin. “What the hell?! Who do you thi-“ “Just someone who’s gonna make you pay for hurting my kitten.” Edric smirked darkly, producing a flame in one hand. Boscha gasped, backing up. “Th-that’s not real! You’re an illusionist! It can’t hurt me!” She shrieked. Edric’s smirk didn’t falter, advancing on the witchling he brought it closer to her face. Boscha’s face paled as she felt the heat come closer and closer. “Does it feel like an illusion to you?~” After school was finished, Y/N was on her way back home. She glanced around nervously. Boscha was no where to be seen, but seeing as she’d pretty much harassed her a few hours before…it kinda put her on edge. Watching all the students walk by, she waited patiently for Edric. After seeing he wasn’t coming, she let out a sigh. Maybe he was busy? It didn’t matter. I’ll just head home by myself. Walking along the streets of Bones Marrow, she glanced around at the residents. Busy marketers yelled out their products to passerby’s, while demon and bounty hunters wondered the streets, glaring at anyone stupid enough to get in their way. As she walked by a dark alley way, Y/N felt someone grab her arm roughly, pulling her into the darkness. She tried to scream, but a hand covering her mouth prevented her from doing that. Kicking and screaming into the hand, the monster hauled her away to an unknown location. She tried making a circle in the dirt underneath her, but failed miserably. “Hey!” Someone shouted off to the side, and Y/N only saw a golden mask before the monster holding her let out a grunt of pain, dropping her. Falling on her knees, Y/N scrambled to her feet, facing the monster and her saviour. The monster was lying on the ground, and her saviour was walking over to her. “Are you ok ma’am?” He asked kindly. Y/N immediately knew who he was, bowing down on one knee. “Th-thank you, Golden guard! How can I repay you?” She stuttered. The Golden guard was silent for a while, looking down curiously at the witchling at his feet. Smirking under his mask, he held out his hand. “Well, you can start by calling me Hunter Darl.” He said. Y/N took his hand shakily, blushing a bit at the nickname. “And may I know your name, m’lady?” “I-i’m Y/N. Y/N L/N.” She replied back, feeling a little more comfortable in the mans presence. Hunter looked around for a bit. “You on your way back home? Maybe I could assist you? Make sure you get back safe and sound.” He offered. Y/N nodded her head eagerly, not wanting to be left alone again. The two headed off, leaving the dead body behind them. “Thank you for walking back, Hunter.” Y/N said shyly. The two had just arrived back at the L/N manor, and were about to part ways. Hunter waved his hand about. “No problem. Anything for a cutie like you.” Y/N felt a flush on her cheeks, and she smiled. Leaning forward, she placed a hand on Hunter’s mask. “May I?” After a moment of hesitation, he nodded. Taking off the mask, Y/N gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Nice to finally see my saviour’s face.” She giggled, running off up the steps and inside the house. Hunter felt his heart flutter, his eyes widening in adoration as he watched the female witchling run up the steps and out of view. “So, you helped my kitten get home safely. Well done. You can go now.” Hunter turned to see a green-haired male witch walk out of the shadows, glaring daggers into him. A little taken aback, Hunter smirked at the newcomer. “And you’d be?” “Edric Blight. Now run along Golden guard. You wouldn’t want to become a part of my list.” He smiled maliciously. Hunter wasn’t scared so easily. Walking away, he smirked at the Blight. “See you tomorrow Blight.” Watching the guard go, Edric scowled. Guess there’ll be another body to bury later. The next morning… Y/N walked out of the her home, smiling widely at the boy waiting out front for her. “Edric! I’m so glad you’re here! Where were you last night? I waited outside Hexside for you, but you didn’t show!” Edric placed an arm around the female witchling’s waist. “Sorry kitten, I was…busy.” He said. Y/N blushed a little at the nickname, but kept her composure. “Oh, it’s fine! Just tell me next time, please?” Edric smiled. “Alright kitten." They finally reached school, and Y/N noticed a familiar blonde-haired witchling walking around Hexside, wearing a yellow uniform. He seemed to be glancing around for someone. She started frantically waving her arms, causing Edric to glance at her in concern. “HUNTER! HI!” The blonde witchling looked up, his face brightening as he spotted Y/N. Jogging over, he almost tripped as Y/N hugged him. “I can’t believe you’re here! I didn’t know you went to Hexside!” She exclaimed excitedly. Hunter blushed, scratching his neck for a minute. “Yeah uh, I just transferred from Glandus. So how are you this fine day, m’lady?” He questioned, as the H/C pulled away. Hunter glanced up to see Edric glaring at him. Edric leaned forward. “Well, sorry to interrupt kitten, but we gotta head to class-“ he said in the most innocent voice he could muster. Y/N shrugged, looking at the clock in front of the school. “Well, we still have 10 minutes. There’s no need to rush Edric! We have plenty of time!” She said. Before Edric could say anything else, Luz came up to the group. “Hey guys! Y/N! You’ll never guess what I found on my way to school!” She shrieked, jumping up and down in excitement. Y/N tilted her head curiously, walking over to the human. “What is it? A new demon? Ooh! Another hide-out?!” Luz blushed, grinning widely. “It’s a surprise! I’ll show you tonight after school! Meet me here after last period?” She asked. Y/N nodded her head excitedly. “Of course!” The bell went off, and Y/N gasped. “Oh shoot! We gotta go! See you after school Edric! See ya Hunter!” Y/N rushed, grabbing onto Luz’s hand as they ran off to class together. The two boys watched them go, filled with jealousy and hatred. “I see that there’s another rival.” Hunter muttered, and Edric hummed in agreement. Turning to the guard, he eyed him down. “Well, I guess I won’t be able to get rid of you. But maybe together, we can get rid of the human. That way, she won’t get in between us.” Hunter smirked. “Are you proposing we work together to win Y/N’s affection? Instead of against each other?” “Exactly. So?” “You’ve got yourself a deal, friend.” At lunch, Y/N, Luz, Gus, Willow and Amity were sitting together. Hunter came up to their table, glancing around nervously as he carried a notepad and pen. Reaching the table, he tapped Luz on the shoulder. “E-excuse me.” The human turned to him, smiling brightly. “Oh, hi! What can I do for you?” She asked. Hunter almost smiled at her innocent aura, but kept himself under control. “I-uh, I’m doing an assignment on heroic figures, and since you’re the one who saved Eda the Owl lady at the petrification ceremony, i wanted to ask if I could interview you?” He asked nervously, giving a small, hopeful smile to Luz. Luz was thrilled with the idea. “Of course! When would you like to do it!” “W-would right now be too much?” “Of course not!” Standing up, Luz announced that she’d be back soon. Walking out of the cafeteria with Hunter, Edric followed a few minutes later, making sure no one saw as he left.

Y/N was waiting outside of Hexside once again. She sighed, watching all the students once again walk by. Yet, there was no human amongst them. Where was Luz? She said she’d be here! Two pairs of hands landed on Y/N’s shoulders. “What’s wrong kitten?” “You look upset Darl.” Y/N turned to the male witches. “Luz said she was going to show me something, but I guess she forgot all about me.” She said, hurt filling her voice. Edric wrapped a comforting arm around her. “Hey, it’s ok Kitten. If you want, we can show you our special place!” He said. Hunter looped his arm through hers. “Yeah! We found it together! How does that sound?” Y/N smiled gratefully at the two male witches. “Thank you Hunter. Thank you Edric. I would love to see it.” Walking along a forest path, Hunter and Edric kept the directions in mind as they made their way to “their” secret place. “Not far to go kitten.” Edric said. Entering a clearing, Y/N gasped at the sight of a small creek running through a cove. “It’s beautiful! Thank you guys!” She exclaimed, giving both boys a kiss on the cheek. Sitting by the creek, they peered up at the night sky. Edric and Hunter smirked to each other. Luz the human was very helpful. Getting the information out of the human was easy. Disposing of the body was the hard part.

A/N: OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO FREAKING CHEESY AND BAD AT THE SAME TIME I’M SORRY-

[taechaos]

No More

from Textbook Love drabble series

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: dark romance, college au

synopsis: Perhaps love isn’t all you need to be with Jungkook. Maybe it's a sign you and him weren't meant to be.

warnings: fluff, daddy kink, public sex, degredation, mild angst

word count: 6.7k

a/n: dedicated to a good old gemini, known as pretzel anon. happy birthday! this was shit! 💞 can someone let me know if i made a stupid mistake i was really high while writing this lol

If every couple goes at their own pace, how does one know if the relationship is rushed or a slow burn? What is considered a date, and how many do you have to go on to stop calling it a date? Maybe there’s a book called Dating for Dummies.

Jungkook has taken you out once: a fast food meal on the curb across your campus. Romance is subjective, so you thought it to be very romantic when he fed you a french fry under the streetlights while you were too stuffed to finish your food. “I paid for it,” he’d said, “so you have to eat it all.”

“I’ll eat anything from your hand,” you’d replied bashfully. He got a bit awkward after that, and you regretted saying it until he began feeding you and even holding your drink to your mouth. It was a successful first date, but you wanted it to last longer; feel your heartbeat out of rhythm with every smile he threw at you until the sun came up. Unfortunately for you, he walked you to your dorm a little after dinner.

Luckily for you, you know that wasn’t your first and last date. You’re going to ask him out for the second one because it’s a beautiful day outside and you’ve studied all morning for your finals to clear up your schedule for Jungkook. A walk in the park sounds nice, then a picnic, maybe he’ll even hold your hand! Is it too soon for another date though? It’s only been less than a day… 

You’re wearing your favorite outfit for the occasion: a pale blue floral dress that has a rectangular collar on the chest—without cleavage, God forbid—and sandal heels to match. You even styled your hair, and hopefully dressing to impress works; you don’t want him to say no. The current issue is finding Jungkook, and you don’t want to be that person, but you’re avoiding calling him in case you bust him with another girl by searching instead. It makes you guilty for having trust issues, but infidelity has its impacts.

Regardless of your internal concerns, you’re happily humming as you skip on the sidewalk, checking every corner for a certain someone. So far no such luck, and if he isn’t in his dorm, and if he doesn’t go off campus on Sundays, where could he be? In someone else’s dorm…?

“Stop,” you scold yourself with a roll of your eyes and continue your hunt. Next location: the back of the building. The front is cleared out, so is the dorm; what’s happening in the most secretive area? “God,” you sigh. Is this how your thinking process has always been? You hope it is.

The beat in your steps has gone missing when you’re rounding the exterior of the building because of your reluctance. You’re contemplating calling him until you see the back of a man with a girl in front of him by the benches, presumably kissing from the smacking noises. You clench your phone in your dress pocket as you watch them, hesitant to find out who the guy is.

“Jun–” Your voice goes quiet when you see the tattoo of a dragon on his shoulder, peeking out from his black loose tank top. It’s not Jungkook’s tattoo. You bite your lip and ignore the relief in your tight muscles; he’s dating you now, that’s what he said. It’s different, so there’s no point in worrying about his loyalty. 

You shake your hands off and walk faster to the taboo spot. There’s no point in worrying, there isn’t, not when he told you he would make it up to you. There’s no reason for your heart to race from expecting the worst when you make the final turn.

A shaky breath leaves you and a small smile follows when you see him smoking with his friends by the back exit. There are four people with him, Taehyung included, who is sharing a cigarette with him. He notices you first because he’s facing you whereas Jungkook is facing the clear forest across. He waves you over with a wide grin, his eyes lighting up.

“I see a pretty girl at 9 o’clock,” Taehyung says and Jungkook turns his head, the rest following his lead. You take tiny strides while approaching them and bite down on a shy smile.

“Hi,” you greet in a small voice. Your eyes immediately lock with Jungkook’s, who looks baffled.

“Hey yourself,” Taehyung greets back. “Care to share?” He holds a burning cigarette out to you with a slight bow, as if offering you a rose.

“She doesn’t smoke,” Jungkook answers for you without looking away. Is he displeased?

“Have you ever tried it?” he persists before inhaling the stick and blowing it in your face. You cough and hold a fist to your mouth, shaking your head. Jungkook slaps the back of his head before taking the cigarette from him and putting it out on the wall he’s leaning against. “You owe me a whole pack now.”

“Care to introduce us?” a guy you don’t know asks curiously. 

“Oh, right–”

Jungkook cuts him off before putting names onto the three strangers’ faces, Namjoon being the one who asked for the introduction, and when he comes to you, he says, “Meet… my girlfriend.”

“Thought you said she was a lousy nerd, Taehyung,” Yoongi comments before chugging from his flask. “Doesn’t look like it to me.” Taehyung chuckles uncomfortably before rubbing the nape of his neck as you tilt your head at him, the glint in your eyes never fading at Jungkook’s words.

“I didn’t get a close look at her before, didn’t know she was a real beauty,” he recovers with a flirt. Another slap on the back of his head. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Seokjin diverts the topic. He appears very nice and seems to be the only one not smoking. His friendly smile puts you at ease and you politely tell him, “The pleasure is all mine.” Good first impression on all of Jungkook’s friends: check.

Your boyfriend ignores the interaction and stares at you until you gaze at him as well. “What are you doing here?” You can’t read his expression.

“I wanted to ask you…” you play with your fingers nervously, “if you wanted to go to the park with me?”

Jungkook quirks a brow as Namjoon and Seokjin wiggle their brows, Taehyung frowns, and Yoongi smirks. Quite brave of you to ask him out in front of his smoker friends, and it’s impressive that you play into such a role of textbook love: only caring about what your crush thinks. When Jungkook peeks to see their reactions, more or less weighing their judgement, he’s satisfied when he realizes none of them give a flying fuck about him being with a girl next door; someone outside of his type of rather than a free escort, really. 

He doesn’t care about what they think when he smiles down at you and says, “Let’s go.” You bounce on your heels when he swings his arm over your shoulder and walks away from the scene. The unsteady heartbeat is back for the same reason as last time, but you’re waiting to request something else.

The park near the university is peaceful with groups of friends hanging out; couples sitting on benches; the sun shining down on the trees and grass as you aim for the ice cream stand. You try to muster up the courage to ask him first, but you’re feeling courageous as you pull away from his arm and instead latch onto his hand and intertwine your fingers. You glance at him with a blush to see his reaction, but he doesn’t look at you and only squeezes your hand nonchalantly. His grip is tighter than yours. Maybe it’s from the heat, but his cheeks are tinted in a light pink shade. 

You stumble on your heels when you stare at him for too long, but you recover from a fall last second. He holds onto you anyway, furrowing his brows at your shoes. “High heels? Are you trying to reach my height?”

“You like them,” you giggle and continue your struts more carefully. When he frowns, you worry, “Do I not look good in them?” 

“Why would I like them if you can’t walk in them? You look pretty in flats too.” 

After a whole afternoon of eating ice cream, blushing at anything nice Jungkook said, listening to his music while sitting under the sun, the evening has come. Throughout the day, you were dreading the end of it because every second with him is so enjoyable. The warmth of his hand when you play with his fingers is a feeling you never want to forget, and you didn’t notice the little smile on his face when you were lying on his chest as he watched you do the most endearing and innocent thing one could think of. 

“So precious,” he’d thought. It makes the argument from yesterday feel all the more terrifying when he remembers how close he had gotten to losing this moment. It’s nothing he’s ever experienced or even seen before; plain jackpot.

You’re off the school grounds as you walk on the streets passing cafés with Jungkook, hands locked and feeling perfect. You wonder if he has ever done this with anyone before, but then he’s never been in a relationship. Who are the people that comment in his Instagram posts then? A question strikes you, and you admire his side profile as you ask, “You don’t like it when people call you– Ah!” Your balance wavers as you stumble again, this time falling on your knees after your ankle bends. With the pain tolerance of a baby’s, your eyes instantly water and you let go of his hand as you hold onto your ankle. It’s sprained.

“Shit, are you okay?” He crouches down and picks you up bridal style before sitting you down on a nearby chair. The café’s lights allow him to see the scrape on your knee and the bump on your ankle. “Hey, hey, don’t cry now,” he rubs your injury soothingly as he cringes at your tears. He doesn’t know how to comfort you as you whimper and sniffle. 

“Damn these heels,” you cry quietly. 

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your wording. “This is my second time hearing you swear. Swearing apparently helps with pain though. Say ‘fuck’.”

A chuckle leaves your mouth, but you decide to try it anyway; the throbbing muscle hurts too much. “F-Fuck.”

“Fuck these heels,” he encourages.

“Fuck these fucking heels,” you level. Maybe the theory is correct, because it feels slightly better when he laughs at your rare vulgarity. A minute passes with you trying to keep your tears at bay while he lightly massages your wound.

When he notices you calm down, he asks, “I don’t like it when people call me…?”

You sniffle and rub your eyes before saying a few seconds later, “Daddy.”

He blinks, stares at you, and his heart skips a beat. With your soft pout and red nose, you look so little to him. “... Yes?”

“Huh?”

“Oh,” he smoothly snaps out of his shock, “I don’t have that kink… Um, say it again?”

“Daddy?” 

It sounds different hearing it from you. Without the drawn out whine or the eggplant emoji next to it, and with your voice, it actually sounds cute. “What does that word mean to you?” he shifts the conversation with a subtle blush.

“I don’t know. You call a fatherly figure daddy, right? A man who takes care of you. People say it during sex too. You’re being a daddy right now.”

“Stop,” he warns lowly, “we’re in public.” He stands up from his kneeling position and picks you up in his arms again. “Have you ever called anyone that?” 

You clasp your hands behind his neck as he walks with ease, as if he isn’t carrying anyone in the first place. “No. My dad walked out on my mom when I was little, and I haven’t met anyone who treats me like you do.”

“Wait, you… think of me as your… daddy?” His eyes are wide and he’s gaping at the path in front of him with knitted brows. He looks so intimidating when you scrutinize his features, but you know he’s just flustered. You timidly nod against his shoulders. “Christ. Why?”

Your answer isn’t immediate because you don’t want to come off as too strong, but he’s impatient as he squeezes your waist. “I know you don’t want people to call you that,” you whisper understandingly, “but you’re so mean to others, and you hurt anyone who upsets you.” He rolls his tongue around his cheek uncomfortably. “Whether it be with words or actions. But you’re so sweet to me… You can be really rude, but you care a lot too. You don’t even smoke around me,” you laugh lightheartedly. 

“I mean, you are a baby. You make it difficult to not treat you like one,” he jokes with a hint of truth. You snuggle into his neck with a lopsided grin and your breath fans his tan skin. “I don’t like being an asshole to you, but I’m not exactly a nice person either.”

“You’re carrying me to my dorm,” you point out as a counter.

“I’m only nice to you; somewhat. And… I don’t like being called daddy by horny women, or men for that matter. I’ve never liked it, so I’m not exactly sure why I’m hard right now.” You tense against him. “Something about your sweet, innocent voice calling me daddy is really fucking hot.” He sighs to collect his thoughts; he can’t wait until he’s in your room. It would just be torture. “Did you get on birth control, baby?” He keeps his volume low in case of someone eavesdropping.

“Yes,” you mumble and grow nervous at what he’s thinking.

“Good girl,” he exhales and swiftly enters an empty alley between two restaurants. “Quite the slut too, telling me all this in a crowd.”

“I’m sorry,” you breathe as he presses you against the wall and has you wrapping your legs around his waist. He’s so thoughtful, carrying you even when he’s shaming you so you don’t put pressure on your injured foot. The shadows casting from the walls in the narrow space limits your vision, but you don’t need to see anything when he’s doing all the work by rendering you immobile from the press of his hips.

“Good choice with the dress,” he says while pulling out his belt and releasing the buckle. You hold onto him tightly without the security of his hands. He pushes his jeans down and has you towering over him by adjusting your position from the back of your thighs. Your breathing is quick and shallow from the anxious anticipation of the raw stretch, but he’s so nice to you today: he shoves your panties to the side and rubs your folds to collect your arousal as lube. He’s being thoughtful by relaxing your walls with his fingers first, and you bite down on a moan at the sensation. He’s still taking care of you by silencing you with a bruising kiss. 

“Thank you,” you sigh against his lips. His two knuckles are deep inside you as they curl and scissor. As nice as he is, he’s also very impatient and it’s not long before you feel his tip lightly poking at your entrance. 

“Ideal for a quick fuck.” He flashes a dazzling smile before it falters in order to concentrate on positioning himself. He closes his eyes and bites his lip as he slowly enters you, a lot more gentle considering the setting and knowing how vocal you get. A hum rumbles in his throat as you gasp when he’s halfway inside. When he bottoms out, he waits a few seconds for you to adjust before his rough nature returns. “You gonna stay quiet for me, little girl?”

“I’ll try.” Your heart is pounding in your chest when he leans in your ear, his breath tickling your neck. 

“You know that’s not what I wanna hear,” he whispers. He isn’t going to fuck you until you say what he wants, and your diffidence doesn’t make an appearance when his fingers are digging so hard into your thighs, his breath is hot on your skin, and he’s completely nestled inside you.

You lean into his ear as well, and meekly say, “I’ll try my best, daddy.” You can feel him shiver under your hands and hear him grunt, “God,” before he starts moving. Fast. You’d think he’s in a rush from how his pace picked up so quickly—roughly—but he may have just discovered his new kink. 

There’s no point in being quiet when the slam of his cock is enough noise deep in the alley, and he realizes that before you do. You’re bouncing in his arms, mouth open in a silent scream with only huffs leaving to not expose your doings, until he growls, “Say it again. Again and again.”

The chilly breeze from the night weather doesn’t affect you when he has you flush against him, and heat creeps all over your body not only from his hard and impatient thrusts but also from his words. “Daddy,” you whine, the same drawn out whine that he used to hate hearing; it makes his abs contract and clench now, a groan catching in his throat. He sounds almost animalistic, and your eyes screw back in pleasure. 

“Quiet, you fucking slut,” he reminds with a following moan. 

“I-I’m sorry, daddy,” you whisper in a strained voice. You can’t keep your vocal cords steady when he’s knocking the breath out of you every time he hits your cervix so deliciously. Jungkook’s a total paradox when he’s being so aggressive yet sweet at the same time, but it feels too good for you to complain. Your head is in the clouds when he bites on your shoulder to practice what he preaches: being quiet. 

“Do you love me?” Maybe that’s not the way you should go on about asking to hear his sweet nothings, because he bites you so hard that you feel his teeth break your skin. 

“The fuck kind of question is that?” he snarls. He licks a drop of your blood off of his lips when he faces you, but the bruising pistoning of his cock doesn’t differ; maybe slams into you even harder. “Hm? Answer me, dumb little slut.” He pinches your thigh cruelly, emitting a pained gasp from you.

 “I just want to hear you say it, please daddy,” you mewl. “I love you so much.”

“Keep fucking begging.”

You initially thought Jungkook became more honest and affectionate when you’re being intimate, but it seems that one word brings out a different side to him: wild and sadistic. Perhaps there are two sides of him being a daddy, one not so much of a fatherly figure. Controlling, dominating, and violent. You’ve received too many bruises in one night.

“Please, please, please, pretty please,” you comply in a cry and hug him tighter.

“Missing something,” he tuts with a breathless laugh. “I love you, stupid girl, more than anything.” He stops ramming into you, and the drag of his throbbing length loses its pace but not its strength. “So, so fucking much,” he strains before slamming into you one last time for his release. With him stuck brushing against your sensitive spot and his shaky moan, your lashes flutter and you clench down on him with the intoxicating wave of your orgasm coursing through your trembling figure. You whimper his name as his cum fills you, the warmth coating your walls while you lose your sense of awareness. 

“Stand on one leg,” he breathes. You know he’s referring to your safe foot, so you disentangle your legs from his waist and stand. The only sound aside from the drown out dialogues from the restaurants nearby is your panting. Though he’s just as drained of energy as you are, he adjusts your dress and underwear for you, even fixing your hair before he pulls up his pants and lifts you. “Don’t call me that around others by the way– especially Taehyung.”

“I promise,” you assure with a chuckle.

The next day, a dreadful Monday, is not so bad when you get to link with your boyfriend and other friends by your usual spot on the benches. You don’t have a lot of lectures throughout the day, and you sit next to Jungkook who’s chatting with Taehyung and Yoongi after your long morning lecture in the afternoon. You peck his cheek as a greeting with a lovesick grin, and the former annoyed look on his face vanishes when he sees you. Soyeon and Minnie are close by, and thankfully there’s no tension between anyone. You’re forgiving, but you aren’t going to forget.

“So you two are actually back together, huh?” Taehyung says with a mocking smile. “What goes around comes around, Kookie.”

“Taehyung, you’re not making this any easier on yourself,” Yoongi murmurs.

Jungkook scoffs and rolls his tongue around his cheek—an irritated habit. “Well then Tae, I’m going to be polite and ask you to not be a homewrecker.”

“I have been hanging around Soyeon too much lately…” he jokes with a tilt of his head.

“Don’t turn this on me,” she says with a quirked brow, tone as soft as Jungkook remembers. You sit back and sigh at their bickering. “I didn’t know his name, you have no excuse to be flirting with her.”

“He isn’t–” You can’t get a word in when Jungkook agrees, “She’s fucking right, you know. Stop tailing around me to get a look up at her skirt.”

“I am not–"

“Oh for God’s sake,” Yoongi sighs like you do. Both of you share a guilty look, apologizing on each other’s behalf. It’s only when you start tracing the tattoos on Jungkook’s arm that he finally looks at you.

“You like it?” he asks, a bit smugly. You nod with a tiny smile. His tongue darts out to lick his lips before he pecks yours, and says, “I’ll add your name to the collection. Thinking of inking my knuckles.”

A blush from his kiss, and a bashful smile from his idea graces your face when you cutely pout, “No…” He laughs at your very obviously fake denial and closes in on you, teasing in a whisper, “Yeah? You like that?”

“Look at you two being so adorable,” Taehyung interrupts with a dreamy sigh, “but I want ice cream.” He holds his hands up by his elbows on the oak table and leans his face on them with fluttering eyelashes. “Kookie? Ice cweam? Pwease?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jungkook winces at the disgustingly cutesy face he makes, and you release a humoured breath at the friendlier banter. “Go buy it yourself, moron.”

“I don’t have money and I want her tea on how you two made up,” he flutters his lashes again with his fingers intertwined; begging so silly. “Pretty please.”

“Now I’m definitely not going to leave you alone with her.”

“Baby,” you interject, and his eyes widen at the nickname. “I want ice cream too.”

He flashes a quick glare at Taehyung, easily giving into your needs with a sigh. “You’re paying, fuckface.” He snatches his wallet the moment it’s out of his pocket and walks off while spinning it between his fingertips.

“He stole my fucking wallet,” he frowns without offence. “Oh well. So…” his eyes trail to you with a mischievous glint, “you never smoked before, right?”

You shake your head, a bit curious—albeit amused—as to where he’s going with this. 

“You wanna know something? Jungkook reeeaaally likes smokers,” he stretches his hands for emphasis. It piques your interest, and you raise a brow. “I can teach you. We have to do it fast, before he comes from the store. Okay?”

“Um… okay,” you laugh as he switches seats from across you to Jungkook’s spot. 

He takes out his pack where his lighter is also stuffed as he speaks, “So what I’m gonna do is teach you how to shotgun.”

“You can’t do that with a cigarette,” Yoongi states in boredom, a plain contrast to Taehyung’s hyperactivity. “Don’t listen to him. He’s lying to you.”

“Oh, shut the fuck– okay, sorry, didn’t mean to say that.” He turns to you with glimmering excitement, “It’ll be easier on you if we do it with a shotgun.” You merely shrug because you don’t even know what that means. He sticks a cigarette in his mouth before holding up a hand to his lighter, inhaling until the tip burns. Smoke flies past his lips as he explains, “You inhale from the filter, but don’t inhale too much. You’re going to cough, maybe feel a little lightheaded since it’s your first time, but try to hold it in, okay?” 

Taehyung peeks behind Yoongi before shifting his attention to you. He takes another drag from the cigarette but doesn’t exhale. “Okay,” you say with a nod, sharing his excitement at a new experience that Jungkook could potentially approve of. You can rely on Taehyung’s honesty, though the bad memory from before leaves a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach, but you’re ready to create better memories with him. He flips the stick until the filter is between your lips.

He wraps his lips around the tip and your eyebrows shoot up at the proximity. He holds your face between his large palms, and the cigarette is hidden behind his hands. He leans closer and nods at you, and you take the cue to inhale. You hear Yoongi blow out a deep breath just as you take in a shallow one. The urge to cough strikes you instantly, and you hold it in the best you can; your cheeks puff out as you slightly wheeze, and smoke leaves from both your mouth and nose. That’s when Taehyung pulls back, the intense eye contact gone, and you hear Yoongi scoff and the heavy footsteps of someone else. You cough into your hand when Taehyung slips it out of your mouth and holds it under the table.

“What the fuck?” Jungkook asks incredulously and throws three wrapped popsicles on the bench. You feel slightly dizzy when your small coughing fit ends, and you grow confused as to why your boyfriend is glaring at you with such intensity as his eyes flicker back and forth between you and Taehyung.

“Had to take you up on the homewrecker offer–” Taehyung’s sentence is cut off when Jungkook pulls him up by his collar, hesitates with his fist flying midway, then forcefully pushes him onto the pavement instead. He’s also confused– frantic, and doesn’t know what to do.

You’re semi-conscious of what he’s doing, but consuming nicotine for the first time leaves you feeling quite strange. You feel like you’ll stumble if you try to stand up, and slur if you speak, so you just wait it out.

“What– Why are you just sitting there?” he asks you with violent gestures. “What the fuck?” He holds onto his head, and all of your friends are quiet as they watch him. They must have missed you smoking for the first time. Yoongi waits for him to stop pacing.

“It’s not what you think, Jungkook,” Yoongi calmly tells him. What is he thinking though? “I know it looked–”

“The fuck it did! Right fucking in front of me? How the fuck are you so calm?” he yells. 

“Hm?” you say. He watches you in astonishment: bottom lip jutting out and brows scrunched. If he didn’t see you shamelessly kissing Taehyung out in the open, he would be doubting his own vision because of how unbothered you seem. It bewilders him; why aren’t you reacting at all?

“They weren’t–”

“It took almost one fucking week of dating for you to resort to this?” Taehyung is still on the ground as he sends you a warning glance, Yoongi is unbothered by the ordeal because he’s constantly interrupted, and Jungkook is fuming at you while you just sit there.

“I was just curious,” you relate to the cigarette that is still lit beneath the grass next to Taehyung.

An astounded laugh is his only response as Taehyung smiles at you, but you’re only looking at Jungkook. “And here I thought, like a fucking idiot, that you were the only girl unlike my mother. And you,” he looks at his old friend with menace, “show your face around me, and I won’t hold back again. God, I need to kill someone,” he sighs before storming off. So he doesn’t like cigarettes?

When the fog in your mind begins to clear up, you stand to go after him just as Taehyung blocks your path. “I need to tell him I won’t smoke again,” you try to push him aside, but he doesn’t budge.

He laughs. “It’s not about that. He thinks you and I kissed because I made it look like it.” Just as you’re about to confront him, he clarifies, “Listen, I just want his reaction on this, okay? Don’t you want him to feel how you felt when he kissed your friend?”

“I’m over that.”

“Are you though?” No, you aren’t. “Aren’t you paranoid? All nervous when he’s around other girls? Or even when he’s just not around you?” Your silence prompts him to continue, “You’ll truly forgive him if you take revenge. You know he won’t do it again if he feels the same way you felt.”

“But that’s cruel…” you try to reason.

“And what he did wasn’t?” 

Like the little devil on your shoulder, he enters your mind and reads it for his own agenda. What is his intention? Do what he couldn’t do with his ex? Is he… helping you? What he did was bad, so why aren’t you calling him out for it?

“What do I do?” you dodge his question. He knows the answer anyway.

He smiles with satisfaction. “Let’s talk it over a few cigarettes, hm?”

Back to square one– no, square zero. At square one, you could at least interact with Jungkook, do his homework and have him kiss you when he was satisfied; you don’t have anything to do with him now. Taehyung warned you of this, told you Jungkook would start seeing other people and avoid you unless he wanted to hurt you. How he knows him so well is beyond you, because that’s exactly what happens in the next four days.

You watch him from afar like before, see that scowl on his face that you haven’t seen in a long time after you met. Only two aspects have changed: the eye contact and Taehyung’s lack of presence around him. Jungkook’s eyes are always on you, filled with so much disdain and hatred, even when he’s kissing another girl. Smoking stops you from crying because of how dizzy you get, and Taehyung is always with you – waiting. Both of you are waiting for Jungkook to do something, and it’s a surprise Taehyung still hasn’t been beaten to a pulp for just talking to you.

Maybe it’s a sign that you and him weren’t meant to be. In the span of a short while when you were together, only problems have surfaced. So much misery and anger in a relationship isn’t normal; it’s toxic. But you wait anyway.

“Look at him glaring at you with a girl on his lap,” Taehyung chuckles before lighting up his cigarette. He’s leaning on the wall next to the campus entrance with you.

“Nothing new,” you croak and take a drag from yours, coughing again. It’s déjà vu, if anything. One has to learn from their mistakes to reach success, right? This situation is just one of them for the better of your relationship. Has to be. 

“Worldstar,” he sings with a laugh. “I kind of miss hanging out with him, though; and the rest of my friends.”

“Yeah.” You can’t exactly pay your utmost attention to his words when you’re having a staring contest with Jungkook, who is practically devouring the unidentified girl’s mouth. It doesn’t sting as much as long as he has his eyes on you because you know what it means now: he’s trying to make you jealous. You didn’t know that before, but you didn’t know Jungkook as well as you do now before either. 

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“You somehow always do.”

Your reply humors him. “You want to go up to him, tell him what I did. But you know I’ll stop you.” His eyes squint as his cheeks hollow to inhale the nicotine. It’s a Marlboro Red, not exactly fit for a starter like yourself. You hate that you can’t even stand without using the wall as a leverage, but the effect is a necessary distraction.

 “Why are you… so invested in this?”

He shrugs. “It may not seem like it, but it’s going to help strengthen your bond. It also gives you enough time to stop liking him and fall for me instead, but that’s just a plus.”

“What?” you slur. The cigarette is hanging on for dear life between your fingertips because of how weak you feel.

“We should kiss– for real this time,” he blurts. “He’ll talk to you sooner. God, I really want to kiss you.” He drops his stick before grabbing your face and softly crashing his lips against yours. You don’t close your eyes, you don’t really do much of anything while he does what he wants. It goes on for twenty seconds before he slowly pulls back. “He’ll talk to you tonight,” he exhales. “You’re welcome.” He pecks you again.

You finally close your eyes and your head hangs limply. “You’re the real problem,” you murmur, “you keep tearing us apart. The villain.”

“That kiss was on me,” he admits, “but I’m just making you face reality. Sometimes you have to be the bad guy, right? Only reason I can smoke with you is because Jungkook cares a fuckton about me. I’ll make it up to you as well, when your relationship isn’t a fucking lie.”

Couples go at their own pace, don’t they? Maybe this is how long it’s supposed to take for you to be one with your betrayed boyfriend. This is the real beginning; Taehyung is just the catalyst. 

You see it when Taehyung is gone and Jungkook isn’t kissing back anymore. He isn’t even glaring. He’s just blank.

Perhaps love isn’t all you need to be with Jungkook.

It’s late in the evening and the nicotine still hasn’t worn off. You haven’t moved an inch from your spot and neither has Jungkook from a distance, still on the same curb across. The girl left when she didn’t receive any responses from him for a minute straight. An emotionless “fuck off” was enough for her to angrily storm off.

You have no idea where Taehyung went and you’re sitting on the ground with your knees to your chest and hands on your sides. Jungkook is staring at you from the bench. You just need to wait because he’s going to approach you like his friend told you.

People aren’t in the yard so it’s mostly empty in the open space. The lights from the streets and inside the building you have your back against don’t allow you to see your boyfriend clearly enough. He doesn’t have an issue with making out your features though. That kicked puppy expression on your face is drawing him, but he hasn’t been cruel enough.

It’s been difficult treating you like shit, so he doesn’t bother. It’s pathetic anyway, more pathetic than having smeared lip gloss on his mouth that he hasn’t wiped off. He knows he shouldn’t be so immature – he’s twenty years old. He’s old enough to be able to communicate, but no one’s been making it easy for him.

He has to decide whether he wants to be with you or just end it all before he feels any worse. 

As the saying goes, no pain – no gain.

Jungkook slides down the wall and sits next to you after trudging in your way. It’s silent at first, and he doesn’t return your gaze when you look at him. You wait, and so does he. But he’s more impatient than you are; more hurt. 

“What did you see in him, for God’s sake?” His voice is tired; words merely a sigh. You stay patient. “I mean, right after I opened up to you? Why?”

“I was paranoid,” you croak quietly, as if you’re about to faint, “terrified of you being with someone else. Maybe if you felt what I felt…”

He lightly shakes his head. “No, you didn’t think of that on your own. You didn’t kiss him either.” You lean your head on his shoulder. “You didn’t want to smoke, didn’t want any of this to happen. What are you doing, my love?”

You sigh. “I didn’t do anything. I don’t do anything.” The issue is that you let yourself be manipulated and molded into anything Jungkook likes, but he’s never told you what he likes. “All I know is loving you. That’s it,” you shrug tiredly, “that’s all I do. Everything I do, I do for you.”

“I’ll ask you for one thing– okay, two. Scrub your fucking lips and never talk to that piece of shit again. I’m not friends with good people,” he turns to you, “I don’t want you around them. I’m stuck in a constant cycle of toxicity and you’re the only good fucking thing in my life right now. I don’t want you to smoke or talk with my friends.”

“Then why do you?”

He stammers, “I-I’m used to it, I don’t fucking know. I know how to protect myself, but you’re too… untainted for them. Look at us, we don’t even fucking dress similarly. You and I have nothing in common.” He huffs to himself and looks up to the sky. “If you know what’s good for you–”

“You are good for me,” you interject.

“Don’t fucking lie to yourself,” he scoffs at you, “I’m anything but good for you. Do I give a fuck though? No. I’m selfish, and I don’t want to lose you. But if you–”

“I don’t.”

“Okay.”

Another moment of silence passes. He’s the one to break it again. “I don’t want to have an issue like this ever again. No more infidelity, or whatever the fuck, no more silence. Communication, right?”

“Right. And no more getting involved with your social life.”

“Thank you,” he bows his head and licks his lips with a sigh. “I can’t deal with this again. I don’t want to leave like my dad, whore around like my mom; I just want to have normal fucking relationship problems.” His anxiety translates to his body language: nibbling, knee bouncing, cracking knuckles. He doesn’t like to talk about his family, friends or even you. You’re calmer in comparison. “Tell me… we’ll start over.”

“I’m not resetting my love for you,” you playfully nudge him.

The corner of his mouth curls. “Not like that. Let’s go back to you doing my homework.”

“Really?”

“I missed a fucking assignment today, okay?” he laughs. “I want to forget about all of this sad shit, you ever meeting my friends, Sooyen or whatever, all of it. Just you and me, okay?”

“Set our own pace,” you add with a nod. “No one interfering with our… bullshit.”

“Don’t fucking swear,” he puts a hand over your mouth and pushes your face with a wide grin. You giggle with him. 

Now that Taehyung and Soyeon’s over, there’s nothing left to chance with the involvement of someone else. Trust blooms instead, and it’s not so bad when Jungkook shares a cigarette with you as you take tiny puffs per his instruction. You are safe with him; not dizzy, lightheaded, manipulated, nothing. 

You’re happy, and so is he. Maybe that was the intention, but it means nothing. Taehyung sought vengeance through your relationship, and that’s that. No one can hold Jungkook against you when he’s in the palm of your hands, ready to tell you more than anyone else can offer. 

Jungkook’s love and trust: check.

When he flicks off the ash of his cigarette, you snuggle into him and whisper, “I love you daddy.” His ring glimmers under the moonlight as he pets your hair.

“Love you more, babygirl.”

[erensrag]

bimbo!reader x judgmental nerd eren

eren x y/n (wc: 3173)

warnings: nswf, slut shaming, slight dubious consent

i don’t think i did this correctly….

"no please, take your time. it's not like we've been here for hours." eren's sharp voice brings you out of your thoughts.

his piercing gaze is right there to meet yours when you finally stop staring at the wall. you chew on your pencil, quickly diverting your attention to the paper in front of you. you've done your best to avoid looking at him the majority of the time you've been here.

it's not your fault you can't look into his eyes for longer than a second. he's the one who's always observing you with that cold, calculating stare. you've been on the end of judgmental looks and not so quiet whispers for years now and have learned to not let them bother you—well you thought you mastered the art of simply ignoring those kinds of people. until eren.

you didn't even know he existed until a few weeks ago. the introduction for you two consisted of a simple bumping into each other in the crowded hallways of school, it ended with him bitterly muttering something about idiot cheerleaders as he stumbled away. not even sparing you a second glance. after that, you saw him often and he made his dislike for you evidently clear.

which makes no sense. how can someone not like you?

it's usually jealous girls giving you the stink eye and making up the ridiculous rumors. they're the ones who don't want to associate themselves with you. not nerdy nobodies who can't walk without stumbling over their own two feet. no, people like him usually worship the ground you walk on. or at least drool a little.

seriously you've tried everything to get rid of that menacing stare and frigid tone he always greets you with. it's like he's immune. "jesus y/n, how dumb are you?"

and they definitely don't talk to you like that. you know you're not the brightest, which is why your teacher got this jerk of a nerd to tutor you right before exam week but is that really an excuse for him to treat you like this? biting the inside of your cheek, you nudge a corner of your sweater until your left shoulder is exposed. leaning forward and batting your eyelashes which gets no response from him other than a blank stare. "i'm not dumb. i just don't get it." you pout. "can't you just tell me the answer? we've spent like thirty minutes on this question."

"thirty minutes cause you're an idiot." he mutters more to himself.

"i'm trying my best!"

"you should've learned this months ago. you would've if you didn't spend your time skipping class to hang out with your pig muscle boyfriend."

"he's not my boyfriend..." you go back to chewing on the pencil.

"so you just make out with any guy behind the bleachers?"

"you seem to know a lot about me." you look at him again, that stupid cold stare looking back at you through those glasses.

"who doesn't. you're y/n. the whole school knows of your...activities."

"those are just rumors." some of them are. most are true. you enjoy living life to the fullest. it's not your fault the people in your school saw a confident, attractive woman and instantly decided to put less than appealing labels on her. "and besides they're none of your business."

"whatever. just solve this, this is taking longer than our usual sessions and my mom will be home soon."

you groan, looking down at the textbooks and not understanding a single word. “please just tell me the answers.” you ask one last time, desperate.

“no.”

you huff, returning your attention to the book. “you’re going to age badly with all that scowling you do. just so you know.”

“shut up.”

"eren..." you say after five minutes which causes a frustrated sigh to leave his lips. "do you have an issue with me?" it's been four sessions of the frigid tension he always puts between you two and there's a lot more to come before graduation so you just want to get whatever problems he has with you out of the way.

it takes a few seconds before he's looking up from the textbook, pushing his glasses up as he sends you probably the most intimidating glare you've seen from him. "excuse me?" the very tone of his voice has goosebumps forming on your skin but you force yourself to stand your ground. you're not going to let some loser who's probably never even kissed someone to look down on you.

"you— you just seem to—"

"i don't have an issue with you y/n." he slams the book on the table causing you to jump. "having an issue with someone like you would imply i care enough and trust me i'll never care for such a ditzy little slut who doesn't respect herself."

you've been called worse than that and usually by scorned boys you hooked up with. but they were popular gym rats, not some overconfident lanky freak. you had a snarky reply on the tip of your tongue but with the cogs in your brain suddenly malfunctioning, you could only stutter out a pathetic, "i—i'm none of those things!"

"really?" he scoffs, actually getting up and walking over and as he does you think maybe it would've been a safer option to just keep your mouth shut. "wide doe eyes without nothing behind them. check." he starts. "plump lips perfect for what you do best. check." and the asshole has the nerve to slowly swipe his fingers across your bottom lip.

you should stand up, tell him to go to hell and get out of here but you're frozen. limbs not moving an inch as he continues, "empty little head. check. skimpy outfits to attract attention. check. i mean let's face the facts.."

you never would've thought the loser that always sits in the back of the class with his nose buried deep in a book would speak like this to you. it's insulting. freaking degrading. he knows nothing about you and yet he has that expression on his face like he does. "if i'm such a ditzy little slut as you so nicely put then i'd be jumping at the chance to hook up with you but here we are." you seethe.

that seems to finally strike a nerve as he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. you cut him off before he can defend himself.

"is that it...you're angry i haven't made a move on you because that's what sluts do isn't it? bone everything they see? is your pride wounded that i don't see you in that way, eren?" you let out a mirthless laugh. "well news flash, pretty girls like me don't go for freaks like you."

you got up, ready to grab your things and run out all while trying to ignore the nerves inside of you. he just stands there, rigid and glaring. "really?" he asks once your books are back in your bag.

"y—yes. now if you'll excuse me—" your wrist is being grabbed before you can take another step and for a second both of you are stunned, you mostly frozen in your spot because this creep has the audacity to touch you after everything he just said. you don't know what his excuse is but he only stands there like a shocked puppy before pushing you on the desk.

a gasp escapes your lips at being manhandled by him  of all people, what the fuck is he doing? you're on your stomach, feet on the ground as the fucker puts a hand on your back, keeping you there. "w-what are you doing?" you pant out, bewildered at everything that just happened.

"i..." he trails off, not saying anything before manhandling you again. only this time it's for you to lay on your back and fuck, you could fight back. he's surprisingly strong for such a lanky freak but you're a cheerleader who does complex moves out on the field almost every day. you could kick him off, slam that big textbook in his face to the point his nose breaks and run out, making sure to report him.

but you don't. it's not that you can't. for some reason, you just don't want to. maybe it's curiosity, to see what exactly he plans on doing. to see if a loser like him actually has the balls to do anything but back away and apologize profusely.

"you're not fighting back." he simply says, sounding a bit confused as he comes to lean over your body. his hands on either side of your head as he stares down, those stupid piercing eyes staring down at you. "why?"

"shouldn't i be the one asking the questions here? like why the fuck you have me on this desk?"

he raises an eyebrow, leaning back and grabbing your thighs causing you to squeal in surprise. he spreads them, raising the dress you’re wearing until it's pooling at your stomach before you can even blink.

shit. what's wrong with him?

what's wrong with you? you should be kicking at him, you could easily shove him off. you could do it in a blink of an eye so why the hell aren't you.

where there's supposed to be fear...there's only anticipation. "you really are a slut." he laughs cruelly, pulling your panties down until they're completely off. where he throws them, you don't know. probably in some corner to hide so you forget about them, who knows what a pervert like him would do with it?

"you barely know me and yet...look at this." you shudder as his finger circles your clit before swiping across your cunt, bringing his hand up to show you your slick as if for emphasis.

"shut up." you grit through your teeth. "you're—" you don't have time to finish your insult before he's kneeling down, tongue immediately latching onto your clit.

your nails instantly scrape against the desk, shuddering as he begins to suckle on your clit. his tongue delves into you, fingers digging into your thighs on purpose as if the freak wants to hurt you. you can play that game too if he wants, fingers going to grab at the strands of his dark hair, pulling as you ground your hips against his annoyingly experienced tongue.

usually, your sexual partners don't willingly choose to eat you out but here is he. practically eager to get to business. he acted so high and mighty and still has the gall to continue doing so yet he's the one on his knees right now. freaking nerds are so easy. even overly judgmental ones with sharp gazes.

he’s basically lapping at you, moving from sucking your clit to eagerly drinking up your juices. never coming up for air as if he was made to simply do this. "f—fuck." you didn't want to make any noises, any implications that what he's doing is actually making you feel good but dammit it's hard when a tongue is diving deep into your most sensitive parts.

a particular bite has you instantly bringing your legs together but he quickly grabs them, forcing them apart to shove his face in between your thighs again. your breath catches in your throat as he licks up your dripping pussy. he doesn’t relent even once and the moans won’t stop escaping your lips, “sl—slow down. gonna…dammit.”

his tongue licks…freaking everywhere. the obscene noises causing you to hang your head back, he’s licking and sucking everything up as if it’s his favorite meal.

and it’s embarrassing. how fast you come. but how can not you? you mercilessly pull at his hair and shamelessly moan when you do. somehow you're the sweating and panting one as he stands up. "so that's what all the hype is about?" he tsk, seemingly bored.

it takes a few seconds for you to find the breath to say “don't act like you didn't enjoy that, with the way you were eagerly—”

"shut up." he takes his glasses off, putting them to the side before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

"you're disgusting, you know? the nerve you have—"

"i spent the last two hours teaching you simple biology and somehow you couldn't do one question by yourself, if i'm testy that's all on you.

"it's not my fault." it comes out as a whine and you hate it, you were supposed to be insulting him. at least have some pride when you're about to be fucked by the guy who looks at you like you're nothing but a dirty piece of gum.

"shut up, for crying out loud. shut up." his voice is raspy as he unbuckles the belt to his revolting khakis.

you can't help as your eyes widen once his cock is in view. for such a nerd, he's actually packing. one hand holds your hips as the other guides his dick towards your leaking area and slight panic starts to take over. "a-aren't you gonna prep?" as orgasmic as that oral job was, you doubt just that will be enough to prepare you for that.

he grins, probably the first smile you've ever seen on his annoyingly handsome face. "don't worry, i'm sure a slut like you has a loose enough cunt."

"you little shit! that's—" your words get caught in your throat, back arching as he moves his hips forward, piercing inside of you. "fuck."

a broken sound leaves your lips as he continues to push his length in. it doesn't hurt like you expected it to but there's still a strong ache that you know will leave you limping tomorrow morning. it burns, burns so good you have to squeeze your eyes shut. you need something to hold onto as he starts to move, anything to give you some sort of balance but the flat surface underneath you offers no help. "ngh...eren..." you're not sure what you want to say but he doesn't give you time to think of something before he sets a rhythm.

it's surprisingly slow at first, like he wants you to feel every vein on his cock and you do. your walls desperately clench around him as you bite on your bottom lip, the room suddenly feeling too hot as his fingers grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. into that stupid gaze he won't stop staring at you with. his mouth is slightly open but no sound comes out. he's perfectly collected and you hate it. people like him should be cumming the second you touch them but he's...it's annoying.

his pace starts to speed up—he doesn't even give it another second before he's ramming inside of you. holding your hips with both hands as he sets a brutal pace that has you moving up and down the desk. "p-pretty decent for a nerd—ah!"

still, he stays silent. ugh, what's wrong with him? you bring your arm up to your mouth, muffling the moans spilling out of your lips in spite but his hands are immediately pulling them off. he chuckles, coming close enough that his breath fans against your face and a lewd moan comes out of you as he hits an even deeper spot. "don't do that, we all know this is what you want. to be fucked hard and fast to the point you're nothing but a mindless whore whose only purpose is to scream in pleasure."

you don't respond, biting down hard on your lips. his thrusts became more aggressive as he scoffs, "fine." his hand finds its way to your throat, squeezing slightly.

you suck in a shuddering breath just as his hold tightens, bordering on dangerous but for some reason the lack of air only makes your pussy throb, clenching tight around him. why does it feel good? why does everything he's doing to you only make you want more? his thrusts have now gotten erratic, almost forcing your body off the desk but the hold on your hips and throat keep you right where you are. you want to let out the moan clawing out from inside your throat but his grip stays, merciless as he pounds into you.

you don't know how much of this you can take, everything feels too hot. it's too much. "fuck look at you, didn't think you could look even more dumb." he pants, staring down. he finally removes his hand from your throat and you cry out the second he does.

"eren, please i'm—fuck...too much, it's too much." you gasp even though a sick part of you knows you could do this all night.

but right now...with the way his voice is dripping with cockiness— you hate it, hate the way he looks at you and talks to you. it's infuriating and too much. a tsk comes out of his mouth, "who knew you had a limit?" he rolls his eyes and in the next second, he's spilling inside of you. spilling and spilling until some drip on the floor.

like he's been holding himself back all this time.

fuck. he could've at least let you release a second time. you didn't think the asshole would be finishing right after you said that. you're panting, eyes staring at the white ceiling as he pulls out. he zips up his stupid ugly looking khakis as he steps back. "can you get off my desk now?"

the nerve of him...ugh. you slowly sit up, dress sticking to your skin due to the sweat and you have to refrain from asking to use his shower before leaving.

he gets you your bag and you slowly take it, throat aching and dry. there'll definitely be bruises around your throat and hips tomorrow and you're sure he's secretly delighted at that fact. "uh...." you trail off.

this is usually the part where they ask for your number, pleading for a second night with that desperate look in their eyes but he doesn't even send you another glance as he gathers up the papers on the desk, putting them into a binder. "make sure to study before sleeping tonight...if your body can handle that." his lips slightly curve up at that last part but he's not bragging, no just mocking you.

"o...okay." you lick your dry lips, suddenly needing a mint. "uh...bye?" you stand up too fast, cursing at yourself for it but his arm is around your hips before you can fall.

you bite the inside of your cheek, the proximity too close even though he was just inside of you a minute ago. he sighs, "do you need a ride home?" he asks grudgingly.

and you should say no. you don't need to be in an enclosed space with this asswipe for another second. just say no and walk into class the next day, demanding for another tutor. and then you'll never have to talk to him ever again.

but instead a weak nod comes out.