#he did slap that guy for bullying another student

[happyk44]

Jason as a stoic figurehead.

Jason as a feral wolf child.

Jason as cold and uncaring as the first snow.

Jason as warm and sweet as a summer's day.

Jason who would kill you without mercy for the smallest of slights.

Jason who always offers mercy before the final blow.

Jason who would kill his friends if they failed to meet his standards or provide use to the pack as a whole.

Jason who would protect his friends no matter what.

Jason who cannot see children, only potential soldiers.

Jason who sees children and does everything he can to prevent them from ending up like him.

Jason who thinks his past was normal.

Jason who thinks his past was cruel.

Jason who admires his father.

Jason who wishes his father was anyone else.

Jason who cuts his hair military short.

Jason who grows his hair long and ties it up with beautiful ribbons.

Jason who fights with a shield and sword, clean-cut and sleek, perfectly regal even in battle.

Jason who fights with his hands and teeth and lightning, covered in dirt and caked in blood, sparking like a storm.

[shaisuki]

Hii. Could I please request Geto (or gojo) who bullies insecure chubby reader but then gets stunned and almost offended when she starts to get close to another guy. And it's even worse that she's recently been trying to give the silent treatment since she's wants to be all strong and stand her ground and stuff. (maybe goes as far as smacking his hand away and all if ykwim)

❝ BITE BACK! ❞

FEATURING. GOJO SATORU AND GETO SUGURU

CONTENT WARNINGS. implied bullying + jealousy + hints of sabotaging.

SYNOPSIS. it takes a new guy for you to fight your bullies.

recently, you've been smiling a lot.

the kind of smile that reaches your eyes. the corners crinkling and there's the unmistakable twinkle in those round eyes of yours. a dimple showing in your cherubic cheeks. you think they wouldn't notice but they did. not with their prying eyes following your every movement and quirk of your face.

suguru noticed it first. there's the whispers and chatters of every student body passing by in the courtyard. he sees you in the midst of the crowd, alternating between running and walking like you were in a rush before disappearing in the next building. he paid it no mind, you may be running late and all the other reasons except meeting with someone.

it happened one afternoon, suguru and satoru was walking towards your class and then a familiar figure casually walks towards someone. a man. they didn't pay it no mind believing that you're off to talk to that guy about things relating to your classes and then a scene unfolds in front of them. one they thought wouldn't expect seeing.

they watched — transfixed. the cold hard stare being sent to both of you and then without a beat, the man raises his arm to pat your head and you — clearly taken aback — bloomed a shy smile. your head lowering to avert his gaze and from the looks of it, you were feeling bashful.

it didn't stop there, the hand that was patting your head descended down to cup your round cheek before pinching it. the action made their irritation trigger over something so simple. you didn't act that way when they do the same to you. (it always brought you to tears. gojo's pinches leaves bruises and geto squishing your round cheeks made you cry.) they didn't thought of it and that made them seething in anger.

fear not, they didn't confront you about it. waiting for you to crack under their scrutinizing gazes while you continue forced to be with them. thriving on the way you squirmed but nothing happened not the way they expected it to be that you'll go vulnerable at them for the pressure they're putting you on.

why does it bother to see you with that lowlife so much? they were much better than that trash. looks and popularity wise and they give you the same affection that guy does to you. (although the guy was much gentler to you, not the same way they've been treating you.) it gotten worst that your undivided attention is being stolen in broad daylight from them and they don't like to share.

you have gotten clever to. the excuses were so convincing and real. avoiding them was like the easiest task for you to do so and it left them no choice but to confront you about your behavior towards them. they can't have you hanging out with that guy.

the expressions on their face was something you were prepared for. their jaws clench, face hardening on what just occured.

did you just slapped gojo's hand away from you? with your big girl talks about not taking a shit for them and won't tolerate anything of the their stupid actions towards you. it cut deep to their unwavering assertion of their pride towards you. their little mouse is being hostile and brace towards them. that son of a bitch was really putting an influence with you. they ought to be taught a lesson and they just have the perfect thing on their mind but first they have to deal with their little mouse in front of them. staring daggers at them and aren't you just the cutest thing ever.

they will let it slide — just this time after they took care of that scum taking their little mousey from them and after that — there would be no more rambunctious attitude and you will be only left with your pliant attitude towards them. you will only be their mouse for them to play.

[calico-cheriies]

WASTED SUMMERS |Manjiro Sano x Reader Fanfic]

{Chapter one}

{Masterlist}

{WASTED SUMMERS Masterlist}

"Careful like an orchid, love survives forever. Age of paranoia, don't be such a modern stranger... oh angel..."

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The halls of school were buzzing as kids pushed past each other to get to their respective classes, some were standing in the halls chatting and others were sitting down, trying to keep their heads low to not be noticed. In the middle of the hall, there was a head of (H/c) shuffling through, that was you walking around with your head up high, your rather intense (E/c) eyes scanning the halls to look for the room number you were assigned to for the first period.

Despite having the room numbers memorized, you couldn't stop thinking of the numbers obsessively- it had to be right. Letting out a soft sigh, you pushed through a group of students who gathered in the front, probably just trying to catch up. But you were in no rush to see your classmates whom you'd been with since elementary school, so you passed through them.

(Y/N) (L/N), your name was known around the school as the top student, you were always the club president and the student body president, and of course the overachiever, to say the least.

Who knew how you did it...

But you seemed like the perfect student to all of those who knew you.

You let out a soft hum of pleasure as you pulled out a brand new notebook, of course you were excited as you ran your fingers over the top of the clean paper. You sat up straight while pulling out your pencil case and digging through to find that one favorite pencil of yours. The peace you felt at being back to school was unimaginable, and thus the focus started once you heard the familiar ring of the bell. So there you were, not hesitating to take down all the notes the teacher wrote down, and that's how it was until the middle of the day.

You were walking with your classmate and long-time friend, Tachibana Hinata. You two had met in elementary school and had been neighbors at one point, though unfortunately you had to move once middle school came around. But that didn't stop the two of you, in the moment you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh as the pink-haired female threw her arms around, talking about her boyfriend.

"I'm serious, (Y/N)! He showed up at my door crying... I think he got into another fight, and he defended me earlier..." Hina pouted before she stopped, causing you to stop as well. With a raised brow, you waved a hand in front of Hina's face. "Hello? What's wrong?" You waved your fingers more as Hina blinked and looked away in embarrassment. "I... I accidentally slapped a friend of his..." she admitted and that caused you to snicker, causing you to earn a glare. "Hina! How did that happen?" You started to pester Hina for details. It was only the first day of school, both of you still had the entire year and your usually calm friend had managed to create a strained relationship with a stranger.

The pinkette admitted that she thought Takemichi was getting bullied by these delinquents, and she ended up slapping the leader (causing you to immediately swear you were going to catch them and report them) but the pinkette assured you multiple times that it was a misunderstanding and Takemichi was defending her.

What a surprise.

You sighed before stopping in front of Hina, "Hina... don't you think it's dangerous that Hanagaki is hanging around those... boys?" You clearly seemed salty about the thought of those kids coming around and causing trouble, but you weren't going to stoop that low to call them names. Hina tilted her head, "Huh? Well yeah... but he's a good guy, and I trust that he picks good influences to be around..." her friend reasoned, which slightly satisfied you- for now.

Hina and you continued to your classes and separated. You both promised to meet up at the end of the day to walk home together since your house was on the way to her apartment. When you got out, you were gripping the straps of your messenger bag nervously before you noticed Hina.

Without thinking, you immediately waved before running over, "Hina!" Your voice happily called out, yet you didn't notice that two delinquents were standing close by. "(Y/N)!" Hina greeted before motioning you to look over to the two boys who were standing with Takemichi. "(Y/N), this is Draken and Mikey, these are Takemichi's new friends," she introduced and you bowed your head in a greeting. "Hello, I'm (L/N) (Y/N), it's a pleasure to meet you," you smiled at first, but then your smile tensed up once you finally recognized who was in front of you.

You took in no time in absorbing their appearance; Jackets that clearly didn't belong to school, but to a gang; tattoos, nikkapokka pants, and don't even get started on the unbutton oversized shirts!

What a mess!

"Ah... Ken-Chin... isn't this the class president?" the shorter blonde yawned before the taller one confirmed, "Yeah... the same one since middle school," he answered. You cleared your throat, you weren't acquainted with these two, nor did You have an interest in staying around them for too long anyway. "Well... good to meet you two," you eyed the blonde's. Hina let out a soft yet nervous laugh at sensing your wary attitude. "Well... let's start walking home, shall we?" the overjoyed pinkette grabbed your hand, "Right, (Y/N)?" she tugged you away from the two. Takemichi suddenly panicked and stopped his girlfriend, "Hina! W... Wait!" he stood in front of you two, "Let us walk you! It's getting dark fast you know..."

You wished you never went up to Hina... or agreed to Takemichi's insistence on having the gang members walk you home.

Takemichi ended up staying with Hina and the other one known as 'Draken' ended up leaving early because he got a call. Now you were stuck outside of Hina's apartment with the other gang member... Mikey was it?

"Say (Y/N)... you're quite the boring one," Mikey drawled out as the two of you walked down the stairs,  you immediately whipped your head towards the blonde with an annoyed expression. "Huh!?" You stammered and stopped walking, but Mikey kept walking. "Hey!? You can't say stuff like that? I don't even know you," you didn't realize you sounded aggressive as you quickened your pace to catch up with the delinquent, clearly not appreciating his childish attitude! "Hmmm... but you don't do fun stuff," the boy pointed out and you rolled your eyes.

Sure... you didn't participate in the dangerous activities that these delinquents did but you loved your clubs and your hobbies. "That's not true... studying is fun and I can ice skate," you argued, but later became aware that you did indeed not have much to say, or rather your nerves prevented you from doing so.

You had to admit that despite your fiery attitude and your ability to voice your opinions in certain occasions, you just felt somewhat self conscious about what the delinquent would say in response to your rant. You were quite nerdy when it came to the things that you loved, and you felt that he just wouldn't care and tease you or something to that extent.

"Whatever... I'm walking home... you can leave... Mikey," you finally huffed, deciding that it wasn't worth to spill to someone like him before turning around to walk in the direction of your house. But you then heard Mikey's footsteps beside you, to which caused you to stop walking. "Hello? Don't be creepy, go home," you had to gently urge him but he shook his head, a lazy smile on his face. "Nah... it's fun seeing you get upset..." he then looked up ahead to the night sky. "Plus... it's dark, there's always creeps. It's Toman's responsibility to make sure that no girls get hurt..." he seemed proud to say while standing still, but soon found out that you were already walking ahead. "Hey!" he pouted before catching up to you, which didn't take much effort.

The walk was quiet, you didn't have anything to say and Mikey seemed to be enjoying the silence and the view of the town at night. Suddenly, Mikey decided to speak, "Oi...(Y/N)... what exactly do you do for fun?" he asked, sort of going back to the conversation they had in the beginning. It seemed that he had noticed you had wanted to say something. He wanted you to elaborate on your response from earlier, this caused you to tense up before turning to face him, "Well... I started to get into ice skating, not really much but I compete sometimes," you cautiously replied. "What about you? Do you go around beating up kids?" You asked, trying to sound sarcastic but it was easy to tell you were kidding around.

Mikey let out a small laugh, "Only if they deserve it, I mostly spend it with my friends or sister..." he shoved his hands into his pocket. They continued to talk, mostly about what they did for fun or things from the past that they found funny.

You closed your eyes to enjoy the warm breeze that flew past you for a moment, you loved the summer more than anything. You hated the cold and loved seeing the flowers and the different animals that came out. "I see... so we went to the same school but never crossed paths... that's funny," you admitted, you were sure you had never seen him around school or even heard his name.

"I don't ever remember seeing you... or ever hearing your name." You added, which caused Mikey to jokingly pout. "Huh? Surely you would have remembered this handsome face!" he bragged, to which you simply giggled. "Huh... I guess that's why you're not the smartest of the bunch... you always skippped." You teased him, your posture relaxing the more the conversation continued.

You suddenly stopped in front of your house, turning to Mikey and looking up at him, your eyes holding a gentler gaze. "Um... thanks for walking me home, Mikey," you bowed your head in gratitude and you flashed him a small smile. Mikey chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, "No problem... I'll see you around," he had a cocky grin on his face, "Don't miss me too much..." he waved before walking away. "Bastard..." you muttered but you didn't realize you were smiling and headed inside…

{Chapter two}

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[gingernut1314]

As Sweet As Sugar Bonus Scene

Gojo x GN!Reader

Summary: Gojo calls a meeting with the whole school to announce your relationship.

Warnings: Set sometimes during season 1ish, just fun back and forth between characters, slight mention of Star Plasma Vessel Arc, poor Gojo can't ever escape his students bullying, pet name (reader to Gojo)

Word Count: 900+

A/N: I thought of this little scene and just needed to try and write it. This can be read as its own fic, but it is a little extra scene from As Sweet As Sugar which is technically it's part 1. I hope you all enjoy!

Taglist: @sordidmusings @lostfirefly

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“Since you all are my children and I raised you through blood, sweat, and tears, I thought it was only fair I told you all the happy news,” Gojo spoke, standing in front of the whole school in the auditorium. You knew he had been up to no good when he had convinced Yaga to hold this meeting. You almost had been delusional enough to believe he wouldn’t say anything about you and him becoming a couple. 

But who were you trying to kid? This was Saturo Gojo you’re talking about. Of course, he was going to announce it to everyone he could. 

You heard a murmur go up from the students--mainly them grumbling and complaining about Gojo “not being their dad”. 

“Me and that lovely professor over there.” He pointed your way, a wide grin crossing his glossy lips. “Are together. They’re my partner. He he my partner.” Gojo said, looking like a kid who had just opened his birthday present. 

The auditorium fell silent. So silent you would have thought Gojo had told everyone someone had died. 

“It’s pretty awesome right?” He beamed, looking right back at you with that bright smile of his. A smile that never failed to make your own pull to your lips.

“Really?” Maki started in that flat, ever-disapproving tone of hers.

“Holy crap. I think I’m gonna vomit.” Nobara said, slapping a hand over her mouth like she really would. 

“That guy?” Maki continued with a shake of her head, her ponytail swooshing behind her. 

“That guy?!” Nobara popcorned off Maki, flinging her hand from her mouth to point at Gojo who had yet to take his attention off of you. Attention that only made you more flustered and giddy the longer you were under it. “You know he doesn’t even moisturize! What kinda monster doesn’t moisturize!” 

“Awe…guys. Don’t you think you’re going a bit too far?” Yuji, ever the Gojo supporter, joined in, scratching the back of his head as he looking towards his friend. “They like each other isn’t that--”

“No. It’s weird.” Megumi added, arms crossed over his chest looking as grumpy as ever. “Gojo’s an idiot. Our professor could do better.” 

“Exactly!” Nobara popped in once more.

“Come on, Megumi. Can’t be happy for your old man?” Gojo’s attention unfortunately pulled from you then, leaning on the podium he stood behind. “So sad. Where did I go wrong?” He shook his head in mock disappointment. Megumi only stared blankly at his benefactor, utterly unamused.

“Tuna mayo.” Inumaki chimed in, making Gojo gasp. 

“Really? You too kid?” 

“Salmon roe.” The second year said with a shrug. 

“Uh…I think he’s right. Ain't there some kinda rule about this? Like teachers can’t date other teachers?” Panda said, turning to look toward Yaga who was watching the whole thing unfold from nearby, expression unreadable.

“Of course, there isn’t!” Gojo said exasperated. “That would be cruel and, frankly, unjust.” 

“There is,” Yaga said making Gojo groan dramatically, plopping his forehead against the dark wood of the podium he was all but sprawled over. 

“You all just don’t want to see me be happy huh?” Gojo moaned pitifully. “Where are the third years? They’d be happy for us.” He turned his head to look your way once more, a big pout on his lips. You knew if he wasn’t wearing his blindfold, he might have mustered up some crocodile tears for everyone.

“Mission.” You said earning another dramatic groan from Gojo. “Sorry, baby.” A round of displeased sounds boomed from the gathered students, even your fellow teacher Kusakabe gave a cringe. Gojo popped right up quickly, shouting back and fighting with the students like he was just another one of them. 

You might have stepped in and stopped them all did you not know Gojo loved this. He loved these kids, even when they were very very direct with their thoughts. He loved that they were comfortable enough with him to be able to argue back--to speak their minds. And you loved that it made Gojo happy. Loved that he was able to give these kids a bit of childhood you, him, and the rest of the alumni of this school never truly got. 

A shoulder bumped into yours, pulling your eyes from everyone. You instantly knew even without looking her way that it was Shoko. You knew just from the smell of the heavy perfume she wore to try and mask the musky scent of her last cigarette she had been trying, and failing, to not have.

“About time, huh.” She said, the bags under her eyes seeming darker as she looked back at Gojo, who was still shouting and playfully arguing with everyone. “You two deserve it. We’ve been through enough.” She said, eyes growing distant. You knew what she was thinking of. Who she was thinking of. “Be happy for the rest of us, yeah?” You nodded, nudging her lightly back.

“We will. But we’ll all be happy.” Shoko gave you a smile that seemed too weak to be genuine. One that never seemed to reach her tired eyes. Hadn't reached her eyes in some time.

“Hey. I’m happy as can be. Get to dissect bodies all day and heal paper cuts. My cup of tea.” You shook your head at the dryness of her humor. 

“I think you’re gonna have to heal Saturo’s ego after this.” You said, earning a huff of amusement and another light nudge from Shoko.

“Oh, but that’s your job now.”

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[bragganhyl]

not to compare Gale to Aloth again but ngl some of the stuff Gale says makes Aloth look... kinda vicious in comparison, like that one convo you have with him in Lenore's tower, he's all "haha in my academy days i got into some wacky magic hijinks and stole a powerful artefact and I damned near got myself killed when I accidentally teleported myself into the lair of a monster but I got away with a slap on wrist for it"

meanwhile Aloth (well, technically Iselmyr) on his first days of his academy years slapped another student, said student turned out to be the son of noble and a spellwright student (so like someone specifically studying to be an archmage), said student then subjected him to his bullying for pretty much the rest of his student years, then Aloth found out that he ran an illegal science club, joined said illegal science club (for reasons that i won't list here bc that would be the whole short story), then killed the guy in an experiment conducted by the illegal science club... maybe... probably... we don't really know, it's open to interpretation but Aloth is convinced that he did it

[gttinyprincess]

Willing chapter 3

TW: period typical homophobia.

"You want some?"

(Y/N) blinks back to reality, picking his head up to look to his side. He's sitting on the bench hidden in the forest behind the school, a little spot for people to relax and smoke. He'd planned to sit alone and sort out his thoughts, however it seems someone had other ideas.

Beside the wooden table stands Hawkin high's most infamous student. Eddie munson. In all his long hair and denim clad glory.

The jock glances down to eye the hand held out to him, a joint pinched in between his fingertips. (Y/N) smiles but shakes his head at offer "thanks but I'm good, man." The metalhead shrugs "suit yourself" he says moving to sit beside the other teen as he feels around his pockets for a lighter. Any other time (Y/N) would take Eddie up on the offer, but he's meeting Billy soon and he's not too sure how the drug might affect his vampiric friend. He'd rather not accidentally spike the blonde.

Eddie's quiet as he lights up and takes a drag "it's been awhile since we last hung out" the tone has (Y/N) raising an eyebrow. Eddie clearly has something he wants to get off his chest. "Yeah, a good couple of weeks" he agrees, eyeing the metalhead as he waits for the other shoe to drop. "You've been hanging with Hawkin's kings a lot lately."

Here we go.

"I get that you had trouble with them in the past-" he sighs "it's not that, (Y/N). They're assholes" Eddie frowns, meeting his friend's gaze "I don't want them rubbing off on you." (Y/N) sighs leaning back on his hands, the wood of the table's surface is rough beneath his palms "I'm not going to forget about you, Eddie." He couldn't even if he tried to, the metalhead was an enigma. He's not someone you can get out of your mind easily. "They aren't bad guys" Eddie scoffs and (Y/N) shoots him a glare that has him holding his hands up in surrender. "Steve and Billy have changed a lot, they're good people" now it's Eddie's turn to glare.

"They're bullies and stuck up pricks" Eddie takes another drag "you're one of the only decent jocks around here, it'd suck if that changed" he sighs. "Aww, I'm only decent?" (Y/N) changes the subject knowing they'd just be going round in circles again if he tried to plead his case. Eddie huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes "well your company isn't terrible, but I just don't think you're weird enough." The jock laughs loudly "you should really fix that" he teases leaning his head on Eddie's shoulder.

He liked hanging out with Eddie. He didn't feel like he had to put up such a macho front like he did with the other jocks. He didn't have to put up with the slaps on the back or bum, Eddie was more of a hugger, clingy in a way but not overwhelming. He respected (Y/N)'s boundaries and always seems to know when he needs some quiet company. All in all the jock and the freak were an unlikely duo, but they made it work.

Admittedly (Y/N) knew it was a jerk move to ask Eddie to hang out after school, but he couldn't get over the idea of Eddie not getting along with his friends. It's a selfish thought, but he wants them all to hang out together. To prove Steve and Billy had changed for the better.

So a quick phone call and the promise of beers has Eddie agreeing to swing by after he gets changed, again. (Y/N) had caught the metalhead right after he'd gotten into his PJs for a lazy day.

"That's a yes from Eddie" the jock smiles as he hangs up the phone, turning to face the guests leaning against the kitchen counter talking quietly. Billy grunts his acknowledgement, pulling a face "I still need to feed" he points out, eyeing the expanse of (Y/N)'s neck "should probably get that over with before he gets here."

He doesn't need to say much more than that, his friend is already tugging off his shirt and setting it aside on the counter. "Take what you need" (Y/N) coaxes moving towards the blonde, tilting his head to the side to show off the smooth skin of his neck. Billy's hands find purchase on the teens waist as he leans in to trail his lips along his throat.

He knows it's just Billy's instincts. His mind reminds him of it every time the vampire feeds, but it's easy for his heart to want more. Easy to imagine what his lips might feel like against his own. Sometimes he wonders what Billy would say if he knew what went through his mind and he cringes. Unfortunately even his daydreams can't conjure a positive reaction.

He'd be pissed if he found out. Disgusted at the selfish reason (Y/N) allows himself to be bitten. Men shouldn't think the way he does about his friend. Billy could get pretty heated at the best of times, (Y/N) can only imagine the heat he'd get if he was ever open with his feelings. No doubt he'd lose his shit at hearing he'd been hanging around a fag this whole time.

Hands rub against his skin, running from his elbows to his shoulders in a soothing repetitive pattern. (Y/N) leans back against Steve's chest, accepting the comfort he offers them.

Steve is more than happy to take (Y/N) into his arms, smoothing his hands across the teens skin. "You're good" he mumbles, resisting the urge to bury his nose in their hair. It feels silly to admit that he's quite jealous of the situation (Y/N) is in. He had hated the idea of being bitten when he first found out about Billy's true nature, but ever since he'd let Billy drink from him it's all the jock can think about. Maybe he could suggest the vampire feed on him next time.

Billy's eyes flick up to meet his own, peeking up at him through long lashes. The vampire has his face tucked into (Y/N)'s shoulder as he drinks, despite those dark eyes being focused on him. So different to the blue eyes he had so often associated with the blonde. Come to think of it, both Billy and (Y/N) had been on his mind a lot lately. Their smiles, their laughs, they took up constant residency in his mind. Had he always thought about them this much? Maybe he had always had (Y/N) on his mind, but Billy hargrove? That was admittedly a little surprising. They had started off as rivals afterall. Yet here he is, mind still hooked on the vampire.

Steve's hand traces up (Y/N)'s bicep, eyes still caught on those icy blue ones. His hand continues up, hesitantly threading through Billy's golden curls. The vampire hums against (Y/N)'s skin, his eyes slipping closed as Steve pets his hair. Nails lightly tracing over his scalp, he hadn't expected Billy to allow him this.

A repetitive knocking has the three of them jumping, jolting from each other's embrace. "Shit that'll be Eddie" (Y/N) guesses. "It's okay. I'll keep him occupied and you..." Steve says pointing to Billy "clean up."

He leaves the room to stall for time. Billy didn't get nearly enough blood, they all know it. But he can't worry about that now.

Eddie is confused to find Steve Harrington opening the door for him, the jock plasters and easy going grin on his face despite looking so flustered. "Hey Eddie" he exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans on the doorway. Eddie jerks his head up in a nod "Steve." The air is awkward as Steve leads the metalhead into the living room, not long after (Y/N) and Billy hargrove make their way into the room with a beer for each of them.

(Y/N) taps his nails on the tin of the can as they sit opposite Eddie "sorry, I forgot to mention Steve and Billy were coming over" he apologises but Eddie simply waves him off. However it's clear that the metalhead is clearly more withdrawn than his usual self.

A few beers in and he begins to warm up to the group a little bit, though (Y/N) knows he's holding back still. Being weird at school in front of a crowd around his friends is one thing but being weird at a small personal gathering and knowing only one person there is a whole other situation.

Billy isn't fairing much better. The blond taps his foot repetitively as the group sit and talk. They know Billy didn't get nearly enough blood to sate him. He can still taste the sweet tang of (Y/N)'s blood on his tongue which only serves to invigorate his thirst.

(Y/N) offers to get new beers for everyone as he heads into the kitchen to throw away his can. The beverage hisses as he cracks the tab, basking in the refreshingly cool liquid as he takes a sip. The tense atmosphere in the living room feels suffocating. Maybe it had been a bad idea to try and merge his friend groups.

"What's on your mind?" (Y/N) chokes on his, jerking the can from his lips as he's startled. "Ah shit!" He curses, holding his free hand to his mouth as he turns to face Billy. "Dude, I thought we talked about this? Don't sneak up on me like that" (Y/N) hisses with no real heat behind their words.

Billy ignores his complaint, stepping closer to the jock. They still as he gently grips their chin, scrutinising their face with a concerned gaze. His cheeks feel warm under Billy's gaze, a thumb lifts to prod his lower lip. Ice blue eyes have him pinned in place, unable to look away. Any words the man might have stick in his throat as the blond leans towards him.

(Y/N) is sure he must be dreaming when cool lips capture his own. It doesn't make sense for the jock to kiss him. Billy makes his attraction to women known with every other breath, he wouldn't kiss another boy.

(Y/N) hisses as his lip stings under Billy's tongue. A cut, he'd cut his lip on the can. Billy wasn't interested in kissing him, he wanted the blood coating his lips. The realisation has his chest squeezing painfully. Just another instinct tied to Billy's vampirism.

A large warm hand cups his cheek, the thumb brushing his ear softly. Billy kisses the human deeply, groaning at the sweet taste of blood on his tongue. He wants more of it, needs more. He wants to drain (Y/N) of every precious drop, like a man dying of thirst.

(Y/N) is stiff against him, his lips remain frozen against him. It'd be disappointing if not for the sweet distraction he's chasing. A gasp from the kitchen doorway has Billy's head snapping up to find Eddie standing, mouth agape as he stares at the two men. He wants to growl at him to leave, let him go back to drinking in (Y/N). But hands on his chest force him to take a few steps back, breaking his mindset.

"It's not what it looks like" (Y/N) claims, voice climbing in pitch. "It's cool, I'm chill with it" Eddie attempts to reassure them with his hands held up. The jock groans, frustrated "no, you don't understand. I cut my lip and well he's" (Y/N) cuts himself off, shooting a truly pitiful look towards Billy. He's trying not to expose him and that's sweet but... "I'm a vampire." Billy could care less about his cover being blown right now, he's been interrupted whilst feeding twice now and it's really starting to irk him.

Eddie pauses to blink at them before he laughs "dude relax, I'm not against it. You don't have to make up weird ass excuses" he shrugs, still smiling. "You don't believe them?" Billy speaks up from their side to which Eddie shoots Billy a deadpan look "no, I don't" Eddie says rolling his eyes as if it's the most ridiculous excuse he'd ever heard.

And yeah, maybe it would be a stupidly weird excuse... if they had been regular teens. But Billy's never been a regular teen...

Billy moves too quickly for either student to react. He shoves the metalhead against the wall, hands fisted in his shirt, fangs bared in the teens face. "JESUS H CHRIST!" Eddie exclaims, hands held up in a fearful surrender. "That good enough for you?" The vampire's snarl is dangerously soft as he speaks. (Y/N) can only watch on, frozen in place as the vampire holds his friend up against the wall, Eddie's hands scramble aimlessly behind himself on the wall.

"Or maybe this?" Eddie scrunches his eyes closed, trying to push himself further back into the wall as Billy leans in to lick a slow purposeful line up the front of his throat. "Fuck, man! Please, I'm sorry!" He whimpers in the vampire's grip.

Eddie smell so good, so fucking good. He presses his nose to the skin, breathing in the sweet aroma of blood pumping just beneath the skin. He draws his lips against the throat, opening his mouth to graze his teeth along the surface. He feels intoxicated.

Finally (Y/N) manages to shake himself from his stupor, quickly moving to put himself between the metalhead and the vampire. He flattens a palm against Billy's broad chest, keeping him at a safe distance. "Billy" (Y/N) warns softly "you don't want to hurt him" he keeps his tone even, but that look on Billy's face keeps casting the poor teen back to their first encounter.

A feral look shining in those pretty blue eyes, pinning the two humans to the spot. Billy had terrified him back then, but not now. Not when he knows that his friend would never hurt him.

Meanwhile Eddie clings to (Y/N)'s shoulders, eyes wide and shaking with terror. "I know you're hungry...I can help with that. But not him, you promised no randomly feeding on strangers anymore" (Y/N) speaks softly to the blonde, trying to keep his attention on them.

Billy shifts his gaze to meet Eddie's big brown bambi eyes. He looks so on edge, terrified even. Pretty. "He smells good" his voice is low and dangerous, eyes never leaving Eddie's. (Y/N) pushes on Billy's chest when he tries to move forwards on impulse, Billy's eyes flick down to the hand pressed firmly against him. Warm and solid. "I smell good?" Eddie panics, gripping the teen's shoulder tighter which has (Y/N) reaching back with his free hand to touch the man's side in what he hopes is a comforting gesture.

Luckily he's saved from having to try to talk Billy around that as Steve enters the room. "I heard shouting, what happened?" He eyes the scene and suddenly Billy is focused solely on him, icy blue slowly beginning to bleed into the red of his eyes. He'd forgotten about Steve momentarily. But now with him standing in the kitchen doorway he remembers. He's been replaying the moment he fed on the man over and over in his head every day since. He and (Y/N) were so tempting. But he was allowed to taste (Y/N), all he had to do was ask. But Harrington had been a one time thing.

"Eddie knows. Billy slipped a little, I'm trying to bring him back" (Y/N) fills him in whilst not taking his eyes off of the vampire. Steve nods, turning his attention completely to Billy. "Hey Hargrove" he greets softly. Slowly he raises his hand palm up, outstretched to the man who glances at the limb and then back to Steve's face. "You're still hungry right?" He coaxes gently.

The crimson completely overtakes his eyes again before the blue bleeds back into them slightly. "You can feed on me but we need to go to the living room first, yeah?" Billy eyes Steve's neck, licking his lips before nodding and stalking towards the human, having completely forgotten about (Y/N) and Eddie.

The two stay quiet as Billy takes Steve's hand and allows the jock to lead him out of the kitchen. Giving it a moment (Y/N) then steps away from Eddie to turn and face him. Now the hard part. He grasps Eddie's shoulder, but fails at drawing the metalhead's attention. "I get that you're scared and that was a lot, but if you just trust me I'll explain everything." Eddie turns his eyes away from the door Billy had disappeared through to look at (Y/N). "I won't let you get hurt" (Y/N) promises looking so damn determined that Eddie almost believed he could fight the vampire off bare handed if he needed to.

"Five minutes, then I'm gone" the brunette mumbles, already regretting his agreement but the smile (Y/N) gives him is too bright for him to care about the possible consequences.

Leading Eddie back into the living room, (Y/N) convinces the metalhead to sit down. Billy and Steve are on the opposite couch, the vampire is too busy nosing at Steve's to notice the two humans. He can't see Steve's face since it's hidden in the crook of Billy's jean jacket, Eddie flinches watching Billy sink his fangs into the jock's neck. The arms around his waist tighten pulling the man closer, flush against the vampire as he feeds and Eddie can't seem to look away from the disturbing scene. He subtly pinches the skin of his forearm, wincing at the pain. He's awake, this isn't a dream.

Eddie finally tears his eyes away from the scene to look at (Y/N) who sits quietly beside him, observing the scene with no shame or fear present on his features. How long had they been 'feeding' Billy?

"So how did you find out he was a...vampire?" It feels weird to acknowledge that this is reality. The question breaks (Y/N) from his staring and he turns to face Eddie. His friend seems reluctant to answer the question for a moment "by accident" he shrugs "kind of how Steve found out, caught him feeding and well that was that." The answer is vague at best and as Billy pulls away from Steve it's clear he's debating saying something, but decides better of it.

Billy wipes the small traces of blood from his lips, shifting Steve's limp form to lay back against the couch back. Eddie flinches when he stands up and (Y/N) puts his hand on the metalhead's knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Billy eyes the action but says nothing as heads out of the room.

He almost wants to protest when (Y/N) switches to sit beside Steve on his couch, pulling his loose body against them as he speaks softly. "This is normal," he brushes Steve's hair back. "We think Billy has some kind of...thing in his bite to relieve the pain and coax his meals to be more compliant." Eddie grimaces at his friend referring to himself as a meal.

He nearly jumps out of his seat when Billy sits down beside him, having magically appeared out of nowhere. The latter seems unbothered by his reaction, sliding a toastie across the coffee table. (Y/N) thanks him with a soft smile "you don't have to be so on edge, Eddie" he talks as he coaxes Steve to eat the food Billy had made him. "Billy won't need to feed till next week." It's an attempt at reassuring him. "We have a schedule that works for us, so I don't get too worn out." It's then that it hits him. It's not Steve and (Y/N) feeding Billy, just (Y/N). Steve is simply a one off.

Pushing the new knowledge aside he finally gets the courage to ask a question. "What did you mean by I smelt good?" He eyes the vampire cautiously. The blonde doesn't seem bothered by the look, leaning back on the couch with his arm resting over the back. Completely at ease. "Some blood just tastes better than others and you..." he shoots Eddie a grin as he looks the metalhead up and down "smell delicious." If he was trying to unnerve the human then it's working.

"Billy quit freaking him out" (Y/N) scolds, shooting him a sharp glare. "So you're not going to bite me?" Eddie asks tentatively. "No, unless you're offering?" He grins and Eddie leans further into the armrest, eyes wide and freaked out only for Billy to throw his head back and cackle at his reaction. He gets scolded by (Y/N) once more, the jock lobbing a pillow at the vampire's head for good measure.

The room settles down after that with (Y/N) managing to convince Steve into finishing most of his toastie. Billy's eyes stay glued to the duo under an almost protective gaze, that is till he feels eyes boring into the side of his own head. "Can I help you?" He asks, turning his head to face Eddie and smirking when the metalhead jumps. "Sorry, you just don't look as vampiric as I would've expected" he rushes out.

The blonde grins, making a show of running his tongue along the large fangs that hadn't been there before. "Sorry I'm not as ghoulish as you'd hoped for" to which Eddie sputters. "Billy don't taunt him, he's not used to you yet" (Y/N) cuts in and to Eddie's suprise Billy backs off. He moves over to the other two humans, taking Steve into his arms. He holds the former king bridal style as he lets (Y/N) know he'll take the teen to bed.

Billy heads upstairs, holding Steve close to his chest as he climbs them. "Should we really leave Steve alone with him?" He asks once the blonde is out of sight. "Billy isn't going to hurt him, they're friends...of sorts" (Y/N) reasures.

"How long has he been feeding on you?" Eddie asks after a moment. "About ten months ish" he explains "a couple of months, about mine I think" he shrugs sitting back with a soft smile as Eddie moves to sit beside him "any other questions?"

[hyperdragon24calm]

SickFic Haikyuu.

Mention of Abuse.

Sick/Sad : Oikawa

Caregiver : Hinata

×

Oikawa, or the Great King known as by Hinata, is quite the misunderstood person.

Oikawa grew up being told that failure meant weakness, that failure should never be celebrated, only punished. Oikawa was punished in his home as a child if he ever failed a task.

He fell off his bike, failure, broke a glass, failure. Anything he did wrong was seen as failure, and he was punished by being refused food, being locked alone in a room with nothing.

Oikawa was even beaten by his father when he failed at what was supposedly the easiest of things.

When Oikawa met Iwaizumi in elementary school, Oikawa was happy to have a friend. However, Oikawa grew up to be very cocky because of how he was raised, his family was always bragging about their perfect life.

When Oikawa failed an assignment, he would get whipped with a belt, and if he cried, he would get beaten even more. Oikawa learnt to suppress all his emotions. He never cried.

Iwaizumi never noticed anything wrong with Oikawa. He just thought that Oikawa was a cocky rude guy. So Iwaizumi would slap Oikawa on the head whenever he did something stupid.

Oikawa had a trauma response to this because he thought that Iwaizumi was his friend, but getting slapped by Iwaizumi made him realise that he was safe nowhere.

During middle school, Oikawa became a bully because he thought that behaviour was normal. He bullied students who were younger than him.

When he met Kageyama, he was pissed because Kageyama was better than him, and Oikawa had to be the best. So Oikawa gave Kageyama the most crap. Kageyama came to hate Oikawa.

Once highschool started, Oikawa had moved out of his parents house, he couldn't handle the abuse and beatings, he kept failing assignments because of how stressed he was, and on top of that he was forced to go into Volleyball.

Oikawa was in his third year, and the captain of the team, he made everyone do everything a certain way. Nobody could make any mistakes. Especially not Oikawa.

Oikawa was a jerk for all the wrong reasons. He was just misunderstood. He wanted someone to tell him that crying was okay, that failure didn't need to be punished.

Oikawa didn't have anyone there to help him or love him.

Oikawa served the ball. It just missed and hit the line.

" Damn it! Again! "

Oikawa yelled, asking for another ball. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and handed Oikawa another ball.

Oikawa served the ball again, this time getting it perfect.

" Yes! That's what I'm talking about! "

Oikawa celebrated. Oikawa then slapped himself in the face.

" Stupid! "

He failed a serve. He must be punished. That's what went through his mind.

Iwaizumi scoffed.

" You should get more than a slap in the face, you idiot. "

Oikawa looks at Iwaizumi and nods.

" Alright. "

Oikawa went outside and ran laps until his legs were numb.

At the end of practice, Oikawa had to walk home. He staggered his way home. On the way, though, he heard a familiar voice, one from a certain orange haired boy.

" Okay, mom! I know, I will be careful going to the store! "

Oikawa knew that it was Hinata. They had met when Aoba Josai and Karasuno had a practice match together, Oikawa thought that Hinata was such a kind soul.

" Alright, mom! Let me actually go now! "

Hinata said. Hinata turned the corner and saw Oikawa.

" Omg, it's the Great King!!! "

Hinata said, super excited but also nervous.

Oikawa gave a weak smile, waving slightly to Hinata.

" Hello there, Chibi Chan. "

Oikawa said softly. Hinata blinks.

" I didn't know you lived on this street!!! "

Hinata was his usual bubbly self, so happy and cheery.

" Yeah, I do.. I live alone. "

Oikawa mentioned. Hinata's eyes sparkled.

" Wow!! I want to, but mom says I'm not mature enough or whatever. "

Hinata says with a pout on his face.

" Hey, do you want to come over for dinner? I'm just about to go to the store to get a few things. You can join me! "

Hinata asked, his eyes sparkling with joy.

" You... want me to come over for dinner? "

Oikawa asked, to which Hinata vigorously nodded his head. Oikawa chuckles.

" How could I say no? Let's go to the store then. "

Oikawa said, a newfound energy in his body that was previously exhausted. He wanted to spend time with Hinata.

Hinata and Oikawa went to the store and got a few things that were needed for dinner. They then went back to Hinata's home, where he lived with his mom and little sister Natsu.

" Mom! I'm home, I brought a friend! "

Hinata's mom peeked around the corner.

" Oh! Welcome in, please make yourself at home! "

She said cheerfully. The whole family seemed so wonderful. Oikawa wished that he had family like that.

" Thank you, Ma'am.. "

Oikawa said graciously.

Hinata brought the groceries to the kitchen.

" Come on, Oikawa! Let's go outside and toss the volleyball around! "

Hinata said, grabbing Oikawa's hand and leading him outside. Oikawa was taken aback but followed Hinata outside.

" Thanks for inviting me over Hinata. Honestly, I haven't eaten properly in a few weeks. "

Oikawa said with a laugh. Hinata looks at Oikawa with a pout.

" Really? You should come over more often then! My mom wouldn't mind, and I love the company! "

Hinata said with cheer.

" Don't you have other friends, though? "

Oikawa asked. Hinata tilts his head.

" Oh, not really... the team is nice and all, but they sort of treat me like I'm just a dumb nobody. "

Hinata said sadly. Oikawa frowns.

" My team does similar things. "

Oikawa said, laughing nervously. Hinata's eyes widened.

" But aren't you the captain?! They should respect you! "

Hinata said with such shock. 

" Yeah, I guess sometimes it doesn't matter. "

Oikawa said.

After 20 minutes of the two talking back and forth, Hinata's mom called them in for dinner.

Hinata helped set the table and helped his mom serve the food.

Oikawa graciously thanked her for the delicious food, and they all began to eat.

Once they were done, Oikawa offered to help clean up.

Oikawa grabbed one of the glasses that had water in it. He went to take it to the sink, but the glass slipped from his hand and fell onto the floor and broke.

Oikawa froze in place.

" Oh! Let me help you! "

Hinata said as he went to get the broom. He came back, and Oikawa was on the floor, picking up the pieces of glass with his bare hands.

" Oikawa! "

Hinata yelled with pure worry, and he rushed over and pulled Oikawa's hands away. Oikawa's hands were now bleeding from the glass.

" I-I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry! "

Oikawa yelled, his whole body shaking. Hinata stared at Oikawa, a realisation going through his body as he quickly pulled Oikawa into a hug.

" Hey hey, it's okay... shhh, you aren't in trouble, Oikawa. "

Hinata said soothingly. Oikawa started to cry, his body trembling as he held onto Hinata for dear life.

" Don't worry, Oikawa, I'm here for you.."

Hinata said as he continued to hold Oikawa until Oikawa was ready to let go.

Oikawa stayed there for a few minutes before he let go.

" I-I'm sorry... "

Oikawa said as his voice faltered.

" It's okay, let me clean this up, and then I'll take care of your hand, okay? "

Hinata said with a gentle smile on his face as he swept up the broken glass and put it in the trash can. Hinata then helped Oikawa stand up and took him to the bathroom.

Hinata sat Oikawa down on the toilet after putting the lid down.

Hinata grabbed a wash cloth and dampened it, Hinata cleaned the blood off of Oikawa's hands.

" Oh, Oikawa... you poor thing. Who hurt you? "

Hinata said softly as he treated the cuts on Oikawa's hands.

" Everyone..."

Oikawa muttered, tears streaming down his red cheeks.

" I-I didn't mean to.. "

Oikawa sobbed. Hinata placed his hand on Oikawa's cheek.

" It's okay, it's okay.. you aren't in trouble, you didn't do anything wrong. "

Those are the words Oikawa needed to hear. Oikawa realised that his whole life had been a complete lie. His life was filled with abusive people.

Hinata placed bandages on Oikawa's hands.

" Oikawa, do you want to move schools with me? You can't stay at Aoba Josai, and I won't let you be alone. "

Hinata said. Oikawa looks at Hinata, nodding his head.

" Y-Yes... yes, I want to move away. "

Oikawa stuttered. Hinata nods.

" Okay... we will organise to move away from here. Maybe to Tokyo? "

Hinata said sweetly while he just played with Oikawa's hair.

×

The End. Does anyone want another part? I'll make one anyway, lol.

[ibusukiss]

Boueibu Rewatch

Thursday's for the Boys! 8

Season 2 - Episodes 10-12

CW: I dont like s2 very much and talk about it pretty openly, please don't read if that's a bummer for you

Episode 10

THE HOME STRETCH YALL

tawarayama being piloted by womsan is me after work

maybe ive been watching too much of game grumps playing danganronpa but why does binan land immediately make me think of the theme park in danganronpa 2

deadpan, without looking up, my gf about yumoto: 'why is he screaming'

i just realized how strange it is they made the choice to make it a cloudy day - like its so normal for anime to automatically go 'oh theme park ep? its sunny!' but...its cloudy! im reading too much into this!

i dont hate the 3d shockingly but in this era 3d usually meant they were running out of time to animate haha

YEAH YUMOTO BACKSTORY NEEDS DRAMA TO BE EFFECTIVE hmmm i wonder what they couldve been forshadowing

probably the most nothing monster in the whole show

omg its seitokai <3

at least they know theres a ton of exposition lmao

p sure the crab guy is jakurai?

NANDATTE moment, iconic

En said yeah yall can talk to my lawyer

ok. gora sleeping beauty moment does slap i must say

Episode 11

oh boyyy more backstory

good to know theres deadbeat dads and bullies in space

i do LOVE the twins kinkshaming eachother lmao

aaaaAAA the student coucil music makes everything ok <3

ok kinshiro's bed placement has such terrible feng shui

oh boy weirdly sexual dadacha torture time!

this episode is wild actually

dadacha omorashi fanfic when oh wait its canon

the composition of a lot of these shots is so fascinating, they were definitely running out of time to animate...boys are all standing so close together. and some things look really good! im wondering if they got help from another studio or animator or smthn

god i keep remembering the plot as it happens.....

i must say im proud of them for not using any 3d for the idol moments, that wouldve been a huge bummer

ah yes classic dead boueibu

seitokai!!!! yay!!!!!

the show immediately gets better when they show up

KINCHAN LEGGGGG

AKOYA PRETTY HAIRRR

aaaand the ep is over

Episode 12

hhhhhh one more;;;; i can do it;;;;

kinchan i miss you no 3 meters disagrees

"the seitokai doesnt sing" just say we couldnt pay hiroshi kamiya enough for him to sing again this season

oh wait;;;; they did use a bit of 3d :,)

imagine if HK spent this much time on kyoata backstory T_T

i am sitting with the seitokai watching all of this passively rn

ok vepper calling them Bimbos is very good

LOVERS QUARREL

aaaa kinchan so cute, hes all red

'have you ever been part of a show where the writing sucks' a little too self-aware there

i dont even know what theyre fighting about at this point

kinchan thanks for the help with understanding whats happening

akoya wouldve loved having those wings :(

i made it;;;;; i made it to the end;;;;;

the good news is i never have to watch s2 again!

in all seriousness, i know boueibu is supposed to not be taken seriously, so my expectations of s2 are impossibly high. i am glad there are those that get enjoyment from s2 ^_^

OVA next week! then HK time! Ata's beautiful face! in 2 weeks!!! yippee!!!

[kxlinthesky]

EPISODE 6 PART 2 LIGHT NOVEL Chapter 5-9 English Translation

“... The flask...?!”

Krinos only had to take one look at the girl in front of them to know just what she was. Their hand rose to reach out to her.

But Ellie shrunk back from them with a shake of her head. “I’m not the flask, I’m Ellie,” she asserted.

“Hold up, why is Ellie here?!” Nick yelped. She’d just shown up out of nowhere! And it was dangerous here! Why – did Louis actually bring her? He stared at the student, jaw agape.

“I just invited her out for a midnight stroll,” Louis replied, easygoing and calm. “... I found all the carriages scattered across the city in a short amount of time, but I needed her ability to sense alchemic energy.” His face fell into a more serious frown as he continued, “You ought to observe her power as well.”

He took something from his pocket and passed it to Ellie. It was a red stone – azoth. “This stone is my last one,” he warned her. “We absolutely can’t mess this up.”

“... Got it.” Ellie gripped the rock tight and pressed it against her collarbone, and her little body absorbed the stone in an instant. A massive surge of energy wreathed her tiny form.

Louis whipped out another card. “Let me show you the power you want!” he shouted and slapped it on Krinos’ body again.

At the same time, Ellie swept her hand down, sending all the energy within her into the card. “You bullied Owl... you’re a bad kid...!”

“Now FALL, angel!” Louis yelled.

BOOOOOM! The ground shook again with earth shattering force, far stronger than before, as Krinos’ body was crushed into the ground once more. “AAAAAHHHHHH!!!” they screamed. Their spine snapped and cracked. Their neck twisted in the completely wrong direction. Surely they couldn’t move anymore....

But their eyes snapped open and their wandering pupils landed on Ritz, standing there silent and motionless. “What, are you doing, just standing there watching?” they wheezed, each word straining out of them with supreme effort. “Dispose of them. Brutally. Make, their deaths, long and painful.”

Ritz twitched. Hollow, soulless eyes turned to Louis. “I will – dispose – of them,” she uttered, her tail rising ominously behind her.

“Ritz, NO!” shouted Nick. He dashed forward to plant himself firmly between her and Louis.

Blank eyes shifted to him. There was no spark, no hint of recognition. “... Brutally...” she growled. One webbed hand waved through the air. “Twist....” A ball of water appeared in her palm, swirling like a miniature whirlpool.

Before she could toss it, though, Nick shouted, “Ritz, you dummy! If you keep listening to what that guy says our friendship is OVER!!” He darted up and lashed out with a kick that demolished the projectile in her hand, then grabbed both her wrists tight. “You keep saying you don’t wanna be controlled, but that’s what they’re doing to you right now, stupid!”

“Stupid....”

“And what about Owl, huh? Don’t you care what happens to him?!”

“... Owl.” Ritz’s head swayed from side to side for a moment. However, she soon stopped and whispered, “Control – is bad....”

A massive blast of water sprayed out of her palms. Nick jolted as the liquid slithered around in midair like a snake and coiled around his neck, constricting tighter and tighter by the second. “Don’t ignore me!” he screeched even as the water threatened to crush his windpipe. “You don’t really want to do this!”

Lightning crackled around his hands, still locked around Ritz’s wrists. She stiffened for a moment as the tiny sparking fireworks lanced up and down her wrists, but she disregarded them soon enough and turned her attention to creating another ball of water in her hand.

“I’m telling you, STOP! I don’t want to burn you!” Nick blasted the water ball apart with his lightning, but Ritz stubbornly began forming another one, groaning under her breath. “Quit fighting me,” he begged. “C’mon, STOP!!”

“You will – surrender....”

“Quit it already! You....” More water twined around his neck. Blood flowed freely from slices in his skin. But he ignored all that. “You incompetent policewoman! We’re THROUGH!!”

More lightning crackled from his palms, ready to blast her away... but then he noticed her pause, noticed her eyes flicker. The pressure around his neck loosened ever so slightly.

“Ah....” Ritz sucked in a shallow breath and met his gaze. There was an ache in her eyes, a sort of longing, trickling in and filling the hollow void. “N... Nick...?”

“Wha –?”

Her head swayed again. A marble pattern flashed across her black sclera for a brief moment. She stared intently at Nick for a moment. But then her brows furrowed and she shook her head, muttering, “No... not him... he’s not – a Demon – he’s not – Nick... Nick – is a clever – boy....”

“Ritz? You know who I am?!”

Ritz violently shook her head. “No – Nick – is not – a Demon...!!!” She couldn’t tell whether the boy in front of her really was Nick.

More water gushed from underneath her, swallowing him whole and sweeping him away from her. “Ritz! It’s me!” he pleaded, but he might as well have been talking to air. The water sent him tumbling all the way back to the gate.

Where something grabbed his hand. Nick started and glanced down....

“Owl?!” It was Owl’s hand. “You’re awake?!” he cried.

The detective was still collapsed on the ground and didn’t seem to have moved, but his eyes cracked open just enough to squint at Nick. “... Nick, who’ve you... been talking to...? No, doesn’t matter... use that....”

“Use what?”

“It’ll project your voice....”

Owl pointed outside the gate. Nick followed his finger with a befuddled frown to the burning carriage. But no, Owl wasn’t pointing at the carriage itself, he was pointing at something underneath it. Fragments of the coach had broken off during the explosion, and among them were a few pieces of the mechanism that had been strapped to the roof, thankfully spared from the flames.

“... The megaphone,” Owl groaned.

“Huh?”

“You’re... the only one... who can....” Owl’s consciousness seemed even now to be a hair’s breadth from fading again, but he still mustered all his remaining strength to point at the detached megaphones lying beside the carriage.

“!!” Nick rushed up immediately, grabbed one, and dashed back to Owl. “You mean this?!”

Owl reached out and brushed his fingertips against the metal. “Transmute...” he whispered. As the circle flared to life, more blood trickled down his face.

“Owl! You need to focus on healing yourself!” Nick yelped.

But Owl simply gripped the megaphone in Nick’s hands tight and told him with earnest gravity dripping from his tone, “I’ll... give you... one spell.”

“You’ll give me one...?”

“To bring her back... I know... you can do it.”

Nick’s eyes widened. He shook his head frantically. “... M-Me? No way!”

“Yes, you can... because you’re my partner....” Owl carefully worked the circle into the megaphone. The alchemic power enveloped the tool, golden and glowing, the metal gradually warming with the gentle heat of sunlight. “Go tell her... to hurry up and come back. Because we’re friends... right?”

“... Owl.” Nick’s eyes slid shut, the sensation of warmth tingling in his hands. In his mind’s eye, he saw their genial daily lives in the agency, everyone sitting side-by-side on the sofa eating snacks. Owl, Nick, Ellie, Ritz... and all of their other friends, too, all smiling and laughing. Just a typical day with nothing going on, nothing to worry about.

It was nothing, and yet it was everything. He would never, ever want to give up something so precious.

“Got it.” Nick’s eyes snapped open. Lightning arced off his body, and as the sparks faded, so too did his Demonic form. In the blink of an eye, he was a regular old human again. “It’s always me you rely on in the end, huh?”

Owl was silent. His eyes had slipped shut again after using the spell, but the corners of his mouth ticked up just a touch.

“Welp, guess there’s no helping it!... Don’t worry, Owl. You just wait there for a bit.” With a bitter smile, Nick rose to his full height and turned to scowl at Ritz.

But another voice cut in before he could open his mouth. “What on Earth are you cretins doing to Lord Krinos?!”

A man suddenly came sprinting through the gate shouting his head off. In a flash he bodily shoved Ellie away from Krinos, and as she stumbled with a quiet yelp, the force of gravity keeping Krinos pinned evaporated.

“Ahh! Ahh, how pitiful you look, my lord! There were explosions all over the city, and then Demons suddenly started pouring out of every nook and cranny... I thought something may have happened, so I simply had to come and check if you were all right...!”

Freed from the constraints of the spell, Krinos shakily got to their feet with an unpleasant grinding sound and got to work fixing their twisted arm. The man made no move to help them, instead falling to his knees in a panic. He yelled at everyone else, “Were you the fools who treated my lord so disrespectfully?! Do you understand the true depths of the sin you all have committed here today?!” His screaming cut off, however, the instant he caught sight of Leviathan floating nearby. He froze in place. He might have even stopped breathing. After a few seconds, he gasped and drew back a little. “Are you by chance that...?” It seemed he recognized the girl underneath the Demon of Envy.

Nick was the first to find his voice again. “Duke Fitz?!”

It was indeed Duke Fitz, the very same man who had just earlier thrown such cruel jabs at Ritz.

“What are you doing? Get out of here! It’s dangerous!” Nick started dashing toward the duke. “You’ll get turned into a Demon too if you stay here!”

The duke didn’t seem to hear him. He stood as still as a statue, lips parted, pale as alabaster, cold sweat shining around his temples, his focus squarely on the Demon before him.

Ritz gazed down at him with her black eyes. “Ahh,” she whispered. “You – hurt – Maud... you – dominated – Matilda.” Each word fell from her mouth like a stone, echoing like the bang of a gavel in the air, as her head shook back and forth. She may not have recognized Nick, but she definitely recognized the man in front of her now. “ApoLOgize....” Her eyes were still empty, but those were still Ritz’s words, Ritz’s feelings. She was still in there somewhere.

“S-Silence!” screamed Duke Fitz, even as he shook with fear.” I will not take orders from a lowly Demon! You lot are unforgivable, opposing this esteemed individual as you have! Hold your tongues and....”

“Shut – UP.”

The duke let out an undignified squeak as Ritz’s thick, lustrous tail rose threateningly above him. He instinctively cowered away from the massive appendage. Ritz’s upper half leaned forward. “S-Stay away, monster!” he shrieked.

“Controlling – wiTH Force – is WROng... take – YOUR just desSERTS....”

“My just desserts? Matilda had the perfect temperament for an offering to Heaven! She didn’t understand the honorable teachings I tried to instill in her and ran off, and she simply returned to her correct path in life!” he argued, even as his eyes shone with fear. “Tell me, how is that wrong?!”

Ritz’s head stopped its rocking motion. For a brief moment, she gazed at him in silence. Then she murmured, “SO – you WON’T – apoLOgize...?” She raised both hands overhead, her inky black gaze still fixed firmly on him. Several balls of water swirled to life in her palms. They rose into the air above her, where with a snap and a crack they reshaped themselves into icy blades. “Then at LEAST – I will MAKE you – a JEWEL – as well... like HER....”

A single webbed hand waved through the air, and the spears of ice fell like rain over Duke Fitz.

“WAAAAHH!!” screamed the duke. The needle-sharp icicles buried themselves into the ground with audible thunks, creating a veritable forest of ice all around him as he squealed.

... Yet there was no accompanying spray of blood.

“Come on, man! Don’t say stuff like that if you can’t defend yourself!”

Before the blades could pierce the duke through, Nick sent him careening all the way to the edge of the yard, none of the worse for wear. With an irritated huff, the informant called, “Better keep your mouth shut, ‘cause I’m not saving you twice!”

The duke simply nodded, too terrified to speak and too shaky to get up from his spot sprawled in the dirt.

Nick straightened up and turned to Ritz, who still hadn’t torn her gaze away from the duke. “Hey, Ritz!” he shouted, tossing a card at her.

The tiny square of paper erupted into a tiny ball of fire that sparked like a firework as it slammed into her shoulder. It barely even left a scorch mark, but it was enough to divert her attention to Nick. “... Hurting – others – is wrong...!”

“Oh, shut up!” Nick spat back. “Like you haven’t been attacking us this whole time! Hey, if you’re a police officer, how come you’re taking orders from a suspicious guy like that, huh?!”

“Po... police – officer... I’m – a – police officer....”

“That’s right, you are. And police officers arrest the bad guys! Even though you’re still in training, you work so much harder than anyone else! I know you do!”

“You – know?”

“I know you’re trying to be the very best, most decent cop there is! I know there’s people like this jerk here –” Nick gestured wildly at Duke Fitz “– who don’t accept that, but I do! I know you’re gonna be the nicest, bestest officer in the city, because it’s you...!”

“....”

“So now’s not the time for you to be turning into a Demon of all things. Owl’s in trouble. You gotta help him!” Nick breathed in deep and hefted the megaphone in his hand a bit higher. A golden twinkling circle slowly rotated in front of the wide end.

“Help – him....” Ritz swayed from side to side as she slowly approached Nick.

“Yeah, help him! You’re a police officer, and you’re his friend, aren’t you?!”

Ritz’s breath hitched, almost too quiet to catch.

“So let’s save Owl and go home together! Otherwise I’m gonna eat all of Byron’s chocolate cake without you!”

Water spilled from the tip of Ritz’s tail, which she slid on like riding a wave to close the distance in a flash between her and Nick. A ball of water spun in her hand, the ends already hardening into ice.

“Ritz...!” Nick’s eyes flicked to the sphere in her hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice how hurt you were. I thought, since you were a cop, you were strong. But even a strong cop can still be hurt. I mean, duh, right? And you’re kind, so you hurt easier than most people. That’s why, from now on, you can cry if you want. You can scream and rage and get mad if you want. You can whine all day long if you want. Because even if you do, you can still stand proud afterwards and say, ‘I’m a police officer,’ right?” His voice suddenly rose, his words blasting out of him in a scream. “... Because that’s the you that I like!!!”

Then, with a deep breath, he shouted:

“NOW HURRY UP AND COME BACK TO US, YOU INCOMPETENT COP!!!”

So loudly, so forcefully did he scream, that it was a wonder he didn’t tear his throat apart.

“!!”

And his words carried the alchemical circle coiled around his megaphone all the way to Ritz, where it slammed into her chest. The glowing gold shockwave burst into sparks as it made contact and sunk into her body. She stopped in her tracks. A tiny, high-pitched wheeze escaped her lips.

When the white light finally died down, Leviathan still floated there stock-still, seemingly unaffected. Yet as he watched, the black in her eyes began to drain away, and the rose markings along her face faded... though her body was still that of a Demon.

“Ritz?!”

“The separation....”

Nick and Owl watched carefully to see what would happen, but Ritz merely took in a single gasping breath, then turned a fierce glare on Nick and raised her tail high. He flinched as the tail whooshed through the air with a sonic boom straight toward him....

“Who are you calling incompetent?!”

Except the tail instead grazed past Duke Fitz’s head and smashed into the demonic dog creeping up behind Nick with an impressive THUD. The dark lump careened away with an animalistic whine, smashing through several walls before it finally skidded to a halt. It was... Low, now horribly beat up and lying prone amid the rubble, keening quietly under his breath. “D-Damn you!! Damn you ALL!” he cried as he once again slipped into the building’s shadows and disappeared from view.

That, apparently, was the last straw for Duke Fitz. His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed to the ground, completely out for the count.

Ritz paid him no mind, because she was too busy shaking her fist at Nick, her eyebrows flying off into space. “NICK!!”

“Wha...?” Nick blinked at her, stunned.

“I can’t believe how rude you are sometimes! ‘Incompetent!’ And what was that about hogging it all for yourself?!”

“Huh?”

“The cake! Byron’s chocolate cake! If you actually eat it all I absolutely won’t forgive you!!”

“Wha – R-Ritz? You’re... you’re back?”

She was still in Demon form, but that was definitely Ritz angrily waving her fist about and shouting. Owl stared at her, still lying prone on the ground, and whispered, “Did they attune with each other...?”

“You useless...!”

Just then, Krinos finally managed to stand up. Their limbs were all bent the wrong way, but they ripped them off and back into place. Everyone froze and turned in their direction.

“How dare you... how dare you interfere with my plan....”

Their face was utterly blank, devoid of anything that could be construed as an emotion. A perfect mask, a perfect void.

The air beneath Krinos’ feet swirled up, up, up around their knees, their thighs, their hips... crawled up their entire body, until it entirely enveloped their thin frame.

And when it vanished without a trace, the Krinos standing inside the whirling air was not the same Krinos as before.

Plumage sprouted from half of their face. Mechanical wings emerged from their back. The limbs they’d ripped off had returned good as new, their newly pointed feet floating above the ground. They held a trumpet that looked rather like a white lily in their hands, which they elegantly twirled in their pure white fingers.

Nick and Louis saw that gorgeous, almost girlish fairy figure appear, and they shuddered in unison from the sheer beauty, from the sheer terror of it all.

With a sharp squeal, Krinos’ wings fully unfurled. “I will never forgive your transgressions,” they proclaimed icily.

Their voice echoed in everyone’s skulls, powerful enough to nearly bring them to their knees, but Nick ground his teeth and managed to stay upright, shifting to cover Ritz behind him. Louis urged Ellie toward Owl, still lying by the gate, and she immediately darted over and clung to him.

Somehow Owl managed to clamber to his feet, keeping Ellie hidden behind him, and scowled at Krinos as their gaze roved over them all. Sweat poured from his face. He tried to stand firm, but he’d lost too much blood and he hadn’t finished healing himself; he could only stay upright for a moment before he fell to his knees again.

“Owl!” Ellie’s tiny hands gripped his coat.

Krinos’ eyes settled on her. “The flask....”

Ellie ducked her head away from them. “I hate you!!” she screamed.

“It is entirely unnecessary for you to possess emotions,” Krinos murmured with a serious frown, “and yet....”

They turned their attention to the group below and gazed upon them for a moment in silence.

Then, in a whisper, they declared, “I am Krinos, the angel that heralds the end.”

“It is a great honor, no? For me to personally reap your souls?” Krinos’ mouth opened wider, poised to launch another shockwave of sound. “I will reclaim the flask and ascend back unto Heaven with all the azoth...!”

They flew up to hover above the building. A spell circle flared in front of their face emitting a high-pitched whine, which wrapped around their voice and aimed straight at Nick like a razor-sharp needle.

“Tear him through...!” Krinos cried.

The glowing missile fired like an arrow. Nick might have been able to follow it if he was still in his fairy Demon form, but right now he was human, and his human eyes couldn’t hope to track it. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he wouldn’t be able to dodge. This arrow was going to pierce his heart –

“Stop this at once!!!”

But then something sliced through the air in front of him before the projectile could reach, and a thick appendage covered in blue scales slapped the arrow away. It was Ritz’s tail.

“What do you think you’re doing to my friend?!” she shouted, glaring up at Krinos with burning golden eyes as her tail shifted and spread to shield the others. “... Krinos, I... I believed in you...! I believed everything you said! But you never once told me what I actually wanted to hear!”

Her hair began to float around her like an undulating liquid halo that rushed Krinos like a tidal wave. “You gave me sweet nothings, and I clung to them like a fool. But... I don’t believe in you now! The words I really wanted to hear... were right beside all along...!”

The water reared up and swallowed Krinos whole in a flash... or it would have, had Krinos not whispered at the last second, “Dissipate,” and blown the entire wave to smithereens in an instant. “What do you think you can accomplish, lowly Demon that you are?” they spat as another glowing arrow formed from their voice spun to life before them. “You, a newborn small fry, would dare to oppose me....”

The new arrow swiveled to point at Ritz.

“You deserve nothing less than death.”

The missile launched straight at her heart.

“Not on my watch!!”

But before it could reach her, the second arrow also shattered, this time by a staff that came flying through the air to meet it halfway, striking it square and true.

“... You ever heard the saying, ‘If you run after two hares, you’ll catch neither?’” It was Nick who’d thrown the staff, once again in his Demonic form. He summoned a new staff and fluttered up into the air to hover at Krinos’ level in a flash, waving his crystalline weapon around in a sweeping motion. “You can sweet talk people all you like, but you’re not some priest. No one’s gonna listen to your pretty little lies.” And with that, he hurled the staff.

“Silence!” Krinos’ voice, however, shattered Nick’s staff like it was the nothing more than fragile glass. The shards blew back into Nick’s hands, forcing him to shudder to a halt for a moment. Krinos took advantage of his momentary distraction to slip between him and Ritz and swoop down on Ellie, still clinging to Owl’s coat. “This is not where you are meant to be!” they shouted, their arms outstretched to grab at her. “All the rest of these fools can just disappear!”

This time, instead of one large arrow, their voice transformed into dozens upon dozens of smaller arrows that fell on the group like a hailstorm of needles. Owl had been trying to keep healing himself for as long as possible, but he switched tracks and hastily tried to throw up a defense against the oncoming barrage. “Ellie!” Unfortunately, he’d exhausted too much of his power to put up anything more than a token shield that did little to weather the growing storm of arrows.

“For the love of – you are so damn difficult...!” Louis tossed several cards Owl’s way, forming a ring around the detective that formed a barrier of light. The arrows harmlessly shattered against the shield.

“Pesky human!” Krinos’ voice, however, instantly shattered the light shield in turn. “Return to me, flask!!” they yelled, reaching out for Ellie.

She leaped out of Owl’s arms and dashed back toward the building. “No! I won’t!”

“Ellie?!” Owl was a second too slow to stop her from running off.

“Owl! Everyone! Run!” she shouted back, just before disappearing through the doorway.

“Are you trying to be a decoy?!” Owl struggled to run after her, but his legs refused to cooperate. He was still too weak.

Krinos hissed, “... I do not have the time nor the patience to play these childish games, yet here I am.” They changed course, zipping off in Ellie’s direction.

“Miss Ellie!” cried Ritz. “Come back!!” She sent a wall of water after Krinos to block their path. Nick and Louis followed up with their cards, turning the liquid into a solid glacier, an impenetrable frozen barrier through which the angel couldn’t hope to pass. Louis tossed more cards, forming an icy path that he used to speed after Krinos.

“Weak!” Once again, a single shockwave from Krinos’ voice was enough to shatter everything in their path. “You can play hide-and-seek all you wish on the other side... though you will find no places to hide there.”

Another circle flared before their face.

“Yes, if I were to destroy everything, there would be no places left to hide.”

This time, they didn’t form an arrow, or even a storm of tinier arrows. No, this time they summoned a gargantuan fireball, burning white-hot like the sun, growing exponentially larger by the second, ready to immolate everything in its wake. This wasn’t just an attack; this was devastation of the highest caliber, and it was going to reduce the building and everything around it to ash.

“This is more than enough. As a final act, accept this blessing of mine, this small act of mercy. Everyone kindly gather and prepare to return to Heaven from whence you came.”

The air vibrated from the colossal force overhead, loud enough to shatter eardrums, powerful enough to rock the foundations of the building. Larger and larger the burning white mass swelled... large enough to blot out the sky. The land could only withstand its awesome power for a few seconds at most; the walls began to crumble and the floorboards around the entrance began to peel off and float away in ever splintering pieces, caught in an invisible tornado of sheer energy.

“ELLIE!!”

Owl turned to the disintegrating floor with a terrified cry. But it wasn’t just Ellie – everyone was trapped in the clutches of the overwhelming power above them.

And then a shadow appeared before the light with a flap of their wings.

At the same time, Ellie vanished inside the building in an instant, almost as if she were a tiny mouse snatched up by a gigantic hawk.

In the next instant, the brick walls finally gave up the ghost, and the entire structure came crashing down.

Where did Ellie go?

Everyone’s thoughts were on the red-robed girl, but they didn’t have to wonder for long. In the blink of an eye, she appeared in Ritz’s arms. Or rather, someone tossed her into Ritz’s arms.

“Wah –?!”

“Wha –?!”

“HUH?”

Ritz instinctively grabbed Ellie as the girl was unceremoniously flung into her arms. As Ellie clung to Ritz, bewildered as anything, Nick’s attention turned elsewhere. “How...?” he murmured. Apparently, he was the only one who could see it... though he didn’t get the chance to be surprised over what exactly it was.

“Peering Windows of Twilight...!”

Because a voice shouted directly above them, and Krinos was suddenly surrounded on all sides by a dizzying number of red windows.

Owl’s eyes blew wide. “That’s...” he mouthed to himself, barely above a whisper.

The name he spoke was lost underneath the cry up above.

“Pierce through, Prison of Stakes...!!”

Massive crimson stakes shot forth from every single window. They slammed into the ground, forming a cage around Krinos from which they couldn’t hope to escape. Their freedom was, at least temporarily, gone.

“Ggh...!!!” Krinos’ head tilted in the direction of the new voice, their expression warped beyond measure with sinister intent. “You wretch...!!”

Standing there, the target of their wrath, was...

“If a newborn Demon isn’t enough, tell me, will a full-fledged Demon be enough to slow you down?”

... a vampire.

He wore a violet justaucorps and a pure-white cravat, a saber in one hand. His eyes glowed the bright scarlet of fresh blood. Fangs peeked out from behind his lips. He cut a stunning figure, this textbook captivating creature of the night.

The vampire twirled his saber. “I wouldn’t look away, if I were you,” he chided, pointing across from him with the tip of his weapon. “Your true opponent is over there.”

“My what...?!” Krinos followed the saber and turned –

“Shoot them down, Daybreak Moon....”

A new voice spoke, this one quiet and low, and the sky blazed white.

“AHH...!!”

Everyone turned and ducked their heads. It was too bright...! It was like their little circle of land had suddenly rocketed forward in time to midday with this new ball of light. No one could crack their eyes open even a sliver.

Meaning no one could see what happened next.

A rain of arrows fell from the new light source, and as the air filled with an earsplitting ringing noise, the arrows combined into a single mass that twisted and reshaped into one gigantic spear.

That spear –

That attack –

“... Byron?!”

Louis tried to squint through the dazzling display, and the instant he saw that spear he screamed his guardian’s name. But he could only manage a single look, a split second’s glance, before he was forced to squeeze his eyes shut again lest he go blind.

He thought he’d seen someone there standing in the center of that light... but he couldn’t make them out.

“BYRON!!!”

Louis lunged, his fingertips stretched as far as they possibly could, but he didn’t know if his desperate shout reached Byron’s ears.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

At the same time, Krinos’ right arm was ripped from its socket. Their death throes echoed all throughout the city.

Cracks spiderwebbed across their mechanical body. Their wings tore from their back. Ball joints went flying from the fragments of their shattered arm.

And as those fragments fell, they turned to motes of warm, gentle light that were sucked into the cross Clemens held.

original written by Nagaya Kawaji here

[marksbear]

"Fuck you Hargrove."

TOXIC BILLY HARGROVE X TOXIC MALE READER

  Warnings!  Cheating, being abusive, arguing, fighting, smoking and drinking, ANGST TO FLUFF, getting better, football and popular male readers

The both of you loved each other, but wasn't made for each other.

You and Billy were sitting at an empty lunch table in silence watching other students pass by yall. Some girls walking past yall giggling and blushing to one another pointing at you or Billy. Billy smirks and checks the girls out with no shame hiding it earning a death glare from you and a knee slap.

PAST

The two of you ruled the school. Always out shining King Steve and both of you sharing a mutual hatred for him. Billy was popular with the girls and bullies and you were popular with the mean girls and jocks. 

You both used to hate each other until in the locker room you two accidentally kissed. You had slipped on some water going forward and lips landed on Billy’s own. Billy had quickly pushed you away. The both of you just stared at each other like did that really happen. Billy grabs you by your hair pulling you down for a kiss. The two of you make-out for almost half the period only pulling away from each other when other people enter.

You two became official when it was after a party in the middle of the night rain pouring down on the two of you. You were taller than Billy so you wrapped your arm around his shoulders and walked him to the park. He was confused why were you taking him to the park but didn’t argue. Once you two were at the park you walked to a bench table, took your shirt off and lay down on the table.

“Cmon blue, lay down with me.” Billy was taken back by the nickname but takes his shirt off and lays down next to you. “Aren't they beautiful?” You ask pointing at the stars while the rain hits y'all's naked stomachs and chest. 

Billy doesn’t respond verbally just giving a little nod yes. “Billy…” Billy turns to look at you. The rain makes you look hot. Well that's what Billy thinks anyway. You cup one of his cheeks with your hand pulling him closer to your heads resting against each other.

“Be mine blue. I can change your life.”

Billy looks up into your eyes like are you serious look. You take note of the look and kiss him lovely and passionately. The two of you stay like that for a long time. Kissing each other and hugging. You two stay at the park for hours until you take his hand pulling him off the table with you walking in the dim streets. That moment was the best thing that ever happened to Billy.

Too bad that the both of you were a mess. 

After that night the two of you stayed with each other most of the time day and night, never apart from each other. Well one day you wanted to surprise Billy and with the help of Max you snuck in the house.

The parents of the two were gonna be gone all week so it was the perfect time to see your boyfriend. It was music blasting in his room which you didn’t mind and opened the door. “Hey Bill, oh…” Billy was on the bed fucking some chick from your school.

Billy quickly was about to shout get out thinking it was his annoying sister but freezes when he sees it's you. He quickly scrambles for his clothes telling the girl to get out and the girl rushes out of the room. You stare at him with anger and slap him across the face. “Fuck you Hargrove!” you spat.

And this time you punch him walking out of the room ignoring your boyfriend's pleas and prays for you to stay. You walk to max room and give her a quick thank you and bye before heading out the house. 

NOW

After that day You and Billy were still together. But this time the relationship have so much tension. The two of you mostly sitting in silence drinking or smoking. Never sparring the other a glance only when needed. Sometimes when you felt petty you’d kiss a guy or a girl in front of Billy. Yall two always fought each other.

Not even as a playful way I mean full out choking,punching and kicking each other. And the arguments were heated some even turning into hate sex. 

But the two of you weren’t always like this. When one another is having a bad day it's the non toxic side of you wanting to take care of him. When his dad gives him a hard day you’ll hug him and give him gentle kisses not sharing a word. While he crys onto you holding onto you for dear life. 

Another thing yall two do with each other is just going on dates. Like taking him to movies and bowling. Billy's favorite thing to do with each other is when you just walk around town sometimes driving to a new city before coming back home. Holding hands as the two walk around the town smoking and the few words yall say is “I love you bills.” or “Y/n I love ya.” 

It doesn’t matter how much the two of you argue and fight yall still care about each other. Helping each other fight. Yall even jumped Steve in the locker room. Walking each other to class not caring if anyone sees. He used to care about PDA until he realizes that he cares more about you than his reputation. 

He begins to stick up to his dad, showing off your relationship to his friends and family and not giving a damn. You two ultimately run away with each other after the both of you graduate getting the hell out of Hawkins when things get weird.  

When the two of you get older and go to college y'all get yalls relationship act together.

No more cheating, no more fights and especially no more arguing. The both of you do great in college with you getting a scholarship in football and Billy gets a scholarship to engineering. Both of you end up buying a house together and adopting a son. 

THE END.

[lluzionz]

HEYYAAA can I please request(modern AU) xiao x Female reader when xiao finds out y/n is being bullied from some girls from the class because she dates xiao and she keeps it a secret then one day he goes looking for her in lunch time and sees her getting cornered and beaten up by other girls amd stuff...if that makes sense- feel free to ignore this >^<

"Cost of love"

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Xiao x fem!reader

Tw: reader getting bullied and beaten, cursing, violance, mentions of blood, bruises, comfort

A/n: I got carried away and this came out long and a little bit too much

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Never in your life you would have thought that you would get bullied for dating the gloomy emo guy of the school, Xiao. But here you were getting bullied and even beaten for falling for him, the emo guy who everyone hated or made fun of.

Well everyone except you. You were the exception amongst this cruel people whose only goal in life was to make Xiao's life a living hell. You were the only one who treated him with so much kindness that you made his heart beating in a different way. A way that he hadn't even imagine could be possible for him. But it was. He had fallen in love with you and the only thing he wanted to do was to let you know about his feelings. He wanted to let you know that you made him really happy the first time you talked to him even tho he seemed unfaced by your presence. To let you know that he felt him heart beating faster everytime you were close to him. To let you know that you made him feel alive.

But he was scared. Scared that all of this was a dream and that one day he would wake up and you wouldn't be in his life any longer. Scared that you were acting nice to him only to humiliate him once he comfessed his feeling to you. But there was no way for him to know for sure if he didn't tell you how he really felt about you.

Gathering all his courage he had, he approached you and without even thinking, he comfessed the feeling he had for you for a while now. After hearing that he had to say, you took a step closer to him, placed your hand on his cheek and pulled him closer to you. "I like you too Xiao." The words left your lips as Xiao placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to his body as he left a small, quick but sweet like candy kiss on your lips. Who knew that these five small words and this dreamy kiss could ruin your life. You surely didn't.

The day after you and Xiao made it official that you were a couple, some girls from your class came up to you and started saying some mean things about and your now boyfriend, Xiao. You of course ignore their mean, full of venom words and tried to walk pass them but they blocked your way. "Where do you think you're going? I'm not done talking to you yet." One of the girls said as she grabbed you by the arm tightly, her grip leaving bruises to your skin. "Let go of me!" You yelled, trying to yank your hand away from her grip.

Suddenly, your arm was once again free as a slap landed on your cheek, causing you to see stars. "Don't you ever dare to raise your voice at me again, bitch!" She spat in your face an her friends laughed. You placed your hand on your cheek, still trying to understand what just happened when suddenly the same girl pushed you hard, causing you to fall donw on the ground. Tears started rolling down your face as other students gathered around you, laughing as they saw you suffering.

Without spending another minute, you picked yourself up and ran to the only place suitable for you at this moment. The girl's bathroom. At least there, you could hide yourself from the judging eyes of the students and let it all out. You felt embarrassed, hurt but most of all, comfused. You didn't know why she suddenly started harashing you. What did you even do to her? You haven't even talked to her once up until this point. What was the reason behind her reaction. You didn't have the answer to that question so you decided to just forget what happened and move on with your life. You weren't even going to talk to Xiao abou this because you knew very well that he wouldn't let the matter drop that easily.

Since that day, the girls from your class didn't miss the chance to harash you with their words and cover your body in bruises. Xiao of course had noticed the purple spots all around your skin but everytime he asked you about it, he was met with the same, lame excuse. "I'm just clumsy that's all." Followed by a smile. But he wasn't stupid. He knew that someone was causing you all this pain but he hadn't exactly figured out who they were. He had noticed tho that some girls from your class gave you death stares everytime you two were together but he didn't really pay much attention to it. He just thought that they were jealous of your beauty and wished to be like you.

Meanwhile, going to school had become unbearable for you and you often skipped it just to avoid the torture which awaited you there. You wanted to escape this hell, even for just a day or two. That of course didn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend but when he cornered you and asked you what was up with you, you lied to him, again and told him that school was boring and that you just didn't feel like going. Knowing you, Xiao got even more suspicious and decided to keep a clorer look on you, just to make sure that you were alright. Which you weren't. In fact, you were far from fine but you weren't exactly going to let him know that.

Things continue to go like this, you getting bullied and beaten by those classmates of yours and Xiao asking you what was wrong with you. It got to the point where you started avoiding him just to get him to stop asking you. You knew that he cared about you and wanted you to be happy like you used to but it was all too much. You even thought about breaking up with Xiao just to get those bullies off your back, you couldn't do that. How could you? Xiao was the boy that you fell in love with, the boy who made your heart beating faster, the boy who gave you all the love you deserved and even more, the boy who you would give up your life for. Your everything. And you were his everything too. His love, his entire life. He would do anything for you, all you had to do was to tell him and he would do everything in his power to make you happy. Even beat up those girls.

The day that everything happened started of as usual. The girls gave you their usual death glares as you walked pass them. The unusual thing was that they didn't say a word to you all day. Not a single insult came out of their mouth and this terrified you. "Why they haven't said anything to me? Why is it so quiet today? What is going on?" This thoughts ran wildly through your mind as your adrenaline kept on increasing. You didn't know what was coming and this terrified you.

Lunch time finally came and you left the class to go to the cafeteria to have lunch with your boyfriend. Once there, you took a tray with your food and started looking for Xiao, spotting him at the very back at the cafeteria, all by himself. A smile appeared on your lips as your landed on him. He looked so beautiful and peasful as he just sat there, waiting for you. Without wasting any time, you walked up to him, giving him a light tap on the shoulder as you stood next to him. "Ah, you came." Xiao acknowledged you, moving away so you could sit next to him. "Wait, I need to wash my hands first." You remembered, placing your tray down as you walked away, towards the bathroom.

When you got there, you washed your hands as quickly as possible because being alone there, gave you the creeps, considering the fact that you haven't seen those girls anywhere in the cafeteria. As you were drying your hands with some tissue, the bathroom door creaked open as your worst nightmare came to life. Those girls, the same girls who made fun of you every chance they got, where standing in front of you and one of them was holding something. Scissors. You took a step back. "W-what are you doing h-here?" You stuttered as the girl with the scissors took a step closer to you. "I was looking for you you know. Why did you make me look for you?" She asked as she came closer and closer to you. You took as many steppes as you could back, until your back hit the wall behind you. "Don't come any closer!" You yelled as you raiser your hands up, ready to defend yourself if needed. "How pathetic." She commented as she grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks until a red hue covered them. "Hold her girls!" She commanded as the other girls held you still. "Time to have some fun."

Xiao was waiting for you to come back for some time now. You only went to the bathroom to wash your hands, not to stay there forever. "What's taking her so long?" He wondered out loud as he got up from his seat, walking towards the girl's bathroom. He had started to get really worried because it had taken you way too much time.

Weird muffled noises and the sound of girls laughing were coming out from inside the bathroom. Something was wrong. Without thinking about it, he bursed inside the bathroom but what he saw there, shook him to the core. You where crawled up into a ball on the bathroom's floor as some girls from your class, the same girls that were glaring at you whenever you passed by them were beating you up and one of them even had the audacity to film the entire thing. Blood were coming out of your lips and mouth as you tried to protect yourself from getting even more hurt.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Xiao's voice echoed through the bathroom as he walked up to the girl who was kicking you and grabbed her hand, pulling her away from you with such a force that she fell down to the cold bathoom floor. The other girls immidiately stopped torturing you after seeing what happened to their friends. "What the fuck did you just do?" The girl asked as she got back on her feet, walking towrds him, seeking to get revenge for what he did to her but before she could do anything, Xiao wrapped his hand tightly around her throat, slamming her back against the wall.

"Listen here fucking bitch. You can harash and make fun of me for as much as you want. You can beat me up too if you want but if you touch or even look at y/n's direction ever again, I will make you regret the day you were born." He spat on her face as his grip aroumd her neck tightened until she couldn't breath anymore. He was choking her. The other girls launched towards him, trying to free their friends from the enraged boy, but with no use.

With one swift movement, he shook them off of him, sending them all flying. "Please..." The girl's voice came out barely a whisper as she pleated with him. Her face had turned red as she was barely breathing. Slamming her head against the wall, Xiao let go of her as she fell down to her knees, coughing as she struggled to find her breath.

Without wasting anymore time, Xiao kneeled next to you as he took you in his arms. "Y/N, are you ok?" He asked, his voice sounded nothing like it did a minute ago. It now changed to a softer, more gentle one as he picked you up in his arms and carried you outside of the bathroom, leaving the rest of the girls there. Exiting the bathroom with you still in his arms, he took you straight to the nurse's office for your inguries to be treated. The nurse wasn't in the office at the moment so Xiao decided to take care of you by himself.

Laying you down on the bed gently in order not to hurt you, he brought out the first aid kit from the cabnet and started treating your inguries. "Ow, it hurts!" You grimaced from the pain as soon as the cotton came in contact with your skin. "Just stay still. I know it hurts but I need to take care of you." He said as he continued treating the wounds caused by those girls.

Neither of you said a word the entire time. Xiao was still trying to calm himself down and you were trying not to burst into tears. Not out of physical pain but out of shame. You felt embarrassed for getting beat to the point where you passed out, just because you were dating the boy you liked. What was wrong with that anyway? "You should had told me what was going on when I asked you if you were okay." Xiao finally broke the awkward silence as he bandaged you up. "Don't you trust me?" The question that came out of his lips caught you off guard but you were quick to reasure him. "No no no, Xiao it's not like that. I trust you more than I trust myself, it's just that I didn't want to worrie you and besided, I felt ashamed." Those last words came out barely a whisper but Xiao was still able to hear them.

"Ashamed? Why should you feel ashamed?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because I wasn't able to protect myself and just let them bully me and beat me up-" Xiao placed his index finger to your lips, shushing you. "You aren't the one who should be ashamed of what happened. It was all their fault. They are the ones who should be ashamed of theirselves." Xiao corrected you as he sat down next to you on the bed. "But tell me something, why they started bullying you? He asked even tho he already knew the answer to his question. "It was..." Your voice trailed off. You didn't want to tell him the reason why because it felt like you were blaming him for what happened to you.

Taking a deep breath, you finally told him the reason why those girls started all of this. "I knew that it was because of me. Loving me had caused you so much pain..." Upon hearing those words, you made him look at you as you started telling him how you felt about him. It felt lieke you were comfessing your love for him all over again but it was worth it. He was worth it. "Even tho loving you costed me so much, I would never, ever changed a damn thing about it. I love you Xiao and I always be not matter what happens." You said as Xiao took you in his arms. "I love too y/n. With all of my heart. Never forget that." He said as he stroke your now shorter hair. Thankfully, the girl had enough common sense to just cut your hair with the scissors, not to hurt you. "I won't." You said as you pulled his closer and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips, making his cheeks turn red. You just wanted to show him how much you loved him.

[sukirichi]

sweet lies [02]

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. explicit smut, slight body worship, public sex, dirty talk, praising, toxic megumi, fwb dynamics, slight angst, body marking, sukuna bullying megumi, age gap, scratching, mentions of oral (m receiving) and mutual masturbation, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 also UHM do you guys want me to make the ending angsty or fluffy? i wrote out two versions so LOL let me know what you think! we’ll get more of the megumi scenes on the next chapter though~

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Sukuna isn’t kidding when he said he’ll have you unable to walk by the end of this.

You’ve lost count of how many times you guys have fucked.

Once more in the stalls when you thought of repaying the favor by sucking him off, followed by him growing impatient and hauling you inside his car. Both of you were too tired to go for another round, but were still very much addicted for the other’s touch that mutual masturbation seems like the best option.

Thankfully, Sukuna’s cut his nails, so having three of his fingers buried knuckle deep in you feels like absolute heaven. He’s not complaining about your smooth hands wrapped around his shaft either, especially not when you’ve had enough practice with Megumi to know just how to make a guy lose his mind. By the time you’ve made it back home, Sukuna’s grown hard again, too impatient to make it to the bed before he just fucks you raw against the wall. You’re trembling at his hold, left with no choice but to trust his strength to drop you on his cock and bounce you to his pleasure.

It’s a miracle you’ve made it on the bed.

His digital clock reads a quarter at three in the morning, and for a moment, you worry about how tired you’ll be in class tomorrow when Sukuna’s large hands grips your thighs sharply.

“Goddamn,” he hisses through clenched teeth, chuckling at the irresistible sight of your breasts bouncing before him. Limbs tangled, minds controlled with the primal need to fuck, and moans shared with his deep grunts – you somehow end up on top of him, your thighs feeling like they’re on the verge of giving up as you continue to ride his thick length.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he slaps your ass and causes your hips to rut deeper, forcing that delicious curve of his cock to meld with your walls. You throw your head back, palms planted on his chest, focused only on that burning pleasure between your thighs. “I could fuck you all night long.”

Even though you truly have no wish to, you shake your head, fingers balling into a fist. “I have class tomorrow, need to wake up early,” you protest, the words falling into deaf ears as Sukuna thrusts up into you. He must’ve noticed how you’re growing tired and took matters into his own hands, feet grounded on the mattress to pound deliriously into you. You’re debating whether to be thankful or frustrated he still has so much energy even after hours of fucking, but it honestly doesn’t matter. You’re falling into his chest, arms slipping on your equally sweat-covered bodies. Right now, you just wanted to cum – once more, again, one last time! “Ah, Sukuna, t-too much!”

“Too much?” he laughs and tangles his hand to caress your scalp, the gesture too soothing that you almost forgot he’s fucking you into oblivion. “Want me to go slow?”

“No…”

“Thought so, sweetheart,” his grin is absolutely cocky as he bends his knees in a fold, pushing you until your back rests on his muscular thighs. Your mouth falls open at his hands wrapping around your threat, keeping you right there, hips flat and grinding on his cock. “Come on. Come for me,” Sukuna urges, tightening his hold around your neck a little harder.  

That’s all you need for your vision to blur and see stars, your body’s shaking uncontrollable. He’s thrusting with all his power and energy that it feels like you’re nothing but a hole on top of him, tongue falling open in a wanton manner as your drool trails down your chin.

You look filthy, you feel filthy, and yet, Sukuna sees it entirely different.

“So – fucking – gorgeous, fuck. I woulda fucked you sooner if I didn’t feel weird about it.”

“What?”

“Aw, come on, sweetheart,” he smirks at your half fucked out state. Sukuna rolls his hips in such a mind numbing manner that you end up staring at the ceiling, trying your hardest to decipher the colors of his room to get a grip of yourself. But he feels so hot, cock throbbing and pulsing inside you, your puffy lips encasing him with a translucent ring of cum and it feels so fucking good you don’t really understand what he’s saying anymore. “Did you really think I never saw you in my dreams?” he slaps your ass again, the reflexive response of tightening around him pulling a deep groan from the beautiful man beneath you. “I have such a sexy roommate, I couldn’t help it.”

“Then why didn’t you – ah, right there, shit – tell me?”

“Cuz,” he snickers and finally lets you breathe, your pupils blowing wide from the sudden flow of air. Sukuna kneads your breasts greedily, never stopping his mind-numbing rhythm of ramming deep into you. Your body burns, your thighs ache, your pussy feels sensitive but you can’t find the energy to stop him. Instead, you fall prey, failing in your mission to keep him wrapped around your fingers because now you’re wrapped around his cock, and you were quite fucking addicted to it. “You’re my friend’s student. Felt so fucking wrong.”

“What’s the difference now?”

“The difference is,” Sukuna’s face contorts into something of discomfort for a moment before he leans forward, his sturdy grip homing in on your hips again. You feel his searing breath on your ear, so parching it puts the warmth of your pussy to shame. “Having you like this has never felt so right, and I’ll keep fucking you if you let me.”

“I-I’d let you,” you concede absentmindedly and capture his lips for a sloppy kiss, tongues giving up on a battle of dominance. You’re always so clingy when you’re about to come, something Megumi never fails to chastise you for, and you fear Sukuna might push you away as you wrap an arm around him, nails painfully scratching down his back. Red marks leave a trail on its wake until his blood pierces through the sheets, the pain manifested through the increasing roughness of his pace. Now it’s your turn to whimper in his ear, pulling the man close and tugging harshly at the ends of his hair. Gosh, were you actually crying? “Sukuna, I’m close! Yes, yes, right there!”

Sukuna groans at the erotic sounds you reward him with. “Come for me, that’s right, ohhhh,” he stills inside you, his seed spilling deep inside you. You wince at the burst of warmth spreading all over your belly and Sukuna chuckles at your bulging belly. He presses down on it to coax his cum to trickle all over his cock, and he’s fucking filthy – you learn easily – to watch you make a mess on his cock with a childish smile on his face.

You push yourself off him and fall to his side, him following suit not long afterwards. The room feels completely stuffed from your intense fucking, the bruises on your body and scratches on his back a huge attestment to that.

Your legs remain wide open as you clench around nothing, his cum oozing out like a waterfall. Sukuna (that damned pervert) dips two fingers into your hole for one last moment just to drench his fingers in it, his eyes lit up in wonder while he lets it web around his fingers. You snicker at his actions and roll to his side, eyes fluttering close from the wave of exhaustion that comes into full force.

The lingerie set you intended to wear for Megumi was now ripped at the other side of the room, discarded, forgotten – merely evidence of a moment that had never been given to him.

Oddly enough, you don’t feel bad, not even when Sukuna faces you, his cheeks squished by his soft pillows. “I’m spent. I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired. My gym sessions can’t compare to this.”

“You go to the gym?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t born this gorgeous, you know. I had to work hard for this,” Sukuna gestures to his body. You can’t help but follow the gestures and admire the hard planes of his muscle ripped above one another, the smatter of dark hair leading down his hips adding to his already immense sexual charisma. It makes you want to jump on him all over again, and you have to bite your lip to resist that urge, rolling your eyes at him in favor of letting him know you could totally go for another round.

“Dork.”

“Got me laid though, was worth the effort,” he jokes, and you both laugh.

It’s actually…weird, to laugh so casually with someone like this. It might be normal for Sukuna in his past sexual endeavors, but it’s totally a different thing for you. You and Megumi had never even bothered with aftercare. As long as he’s satisfied himself, he’d clean himself off in the bathroom and wear his sweatpants, winking at you before he leaves you alone all over again. The memory – albeit not really a regrettable one – is still painful each time you’re reminded you’ll keep coming back to him.

But are things different now? Could you go back to Megumi? You only ever wanted to fuck Sukuna because you’re sad and horny, but it wouldn’t be fair to him, especially when your roommate has been nothing but nice to you. Besides, him being a little more decent doesn’t immediately equate he’s different than Megumi.

For all you know, you could just be another cheap fuck. Sukuna is older and sexier, after all, he’s clearly had a lot more experience than you do.

As if reading your mind, Sukuna rests his head on his palms, elbows flat on the bed as he turns to you. The expression on his face is unreadable, but there’s some sort of softness behind it – a softness you’re not really familiar with.

“Hey. I don’t exactly know what you’re going through, not everything, anyway, but whatever we have right now, I want you to know it’s not because I see just as a pretty pussy, okay?” he says with a straight face, but you really shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up because Sukuna smirks, mischievous eyes darting back and forth to your soaked pussy and bare breasts. “Although you do have a pretty pussy. Can I eat you out again?”

With that, you snatch the pillow underneath him and whack it straight at his face. Sukuna laughs at your protests, the sound growing louder and a lot more mocking the harder you hit him. “Gosh, Sukuna, shut up!”

You end up hitting him way too many times in the face that he can’t get his words through, and before you could react, Sukuna’s ripped the pillow away from you. He cages you in his arms and hovers over you once more, his boneless dick grazing the insides of your thigh. It’s not meant to be sexual, and nothing about his stance gives off anything that shows he wants to do it again, but you can’t help but feel aroused, shifting your legs up and down the bed as you squirm.

“Seriously though,” he repeats, “We can be casual, or this could be a one time thing. Card’s all yours to play. If you want to forget everything tomorrow, I’d gladly do it. Let’s just go back to the way we were-”

“Sukuna.”

“Yes?”

“Did you really think I was only using you to distract myself?”

Sukuna’s lips flatten into a line. “I’m not stupid,” he says somberly, “I could tell you were still thinking about him. Not that I mind, though, you can’t stop yourself from loving someone,” Faintly, you’re distracted by his thumbs rubbing at your pulse point. It’s so lulling you want to fall asleep, but Sukuna isn’t done talking. “My point is…you don’t have to worry about being weird with me. We could just be friends with benefits, if you want, and not the kind you have with your boy toy either. ”

His blatantly catches you off guard and your eyes widen before they narrow at him, trying your best to hide your embarrassment. If Megumi was painfully honest, Sukuna’s ridiculously blunt that his mere words make your heart do weird things you’d rather not feel.

Careful, you remind yourself, Megumi is the one you want. You have to keep reminding yourself that before your feelings get the best of you. It’s Megumi, it’s always been Megumi and it always will be Megumi. Sukuna is just your roommate who’s nice enough to take your mind off things. You only wish you weren’t lying too much in case he gets the wrong idea you’re leading him on, but then again, isn’t that what you’re doing?

Friends with benefits or not – you still have no plans on getting involved with this guy any longer.

It’s always Megumi. You just really needed a quick fuck, someone whose dick didn’t belong with the guy you’re so hung up on over. The change feels nice and you definitely feel a lot better than the last time you met Megumi, but this guilt…it tastes bitter on your tongue, too heavy to swallow and ignore. It’s always Megumi, you tell yourself again in an attempt to relieve your pain.

Though it doesn’t subside and you huff in exasperation, turning away from Sukuna. You can’t stand looking at him right now.

“I’m not,” you mumble weakly, but the tears – the guilt, the heartbreak of not being Megumi’s lover, the regret and the ironic need to be closer to Sukuna feels all so confusing – all threaten to burst through. You don’t want him to see you cry, that would be lame, so you scoot closer to him and kiss his shoulder as you shyly ask, “C-can we cuddle?”

“Of course,” he chuckles, pulling you closer, “You don’t have to sound too nervous to ask.”

“Sorry, it’s just-”

“He never does that?”

“…Yeah.”

“Well, I’m not him,” Sukuna answers confidently, surprising you when he grabs your ass to press you flush against him. You’re both sweaty and hot to the point it’s uncomfortable, but Sukuna smells so sweet with his lingering cologne that you can’t help yourself from planting your face in his neck, breathing in the little hums he makes. Sukuna kisses the crown of your head – which is a little too sweet than you’d like – while his other hand runs down your back in a slow, sensual manner. Hell, it feels close to body worshipping, and you hate that you silently want more of this. “I’d cuddle you every day if you asked me to.”

“You’re surprisingly sweet,” you voice with a smile. Sukuna’s chest rumbles from the low laughter, and like that, you cling to him like he’s the only sturdy pillar in your life. It’s pathetic, maybe even desperate, but if he doesn’t mind, then why should you?

However, the moment is quickly ruined when the bell rings. “Shit, I forgot he was coming over!”

Sukuna glares at the door and holds you tighter, almost possessively, and refuses to let you go even as you squirm under him. “At three in the morning?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to meet him right now,” you groan helplessly.

Sukuna shoots you a blank look after that, then shoots out of the bed in an instant. You watch as he quickly dresses up in a fresh pair of sweatpants, grabbing a random hoodie from the back of his chair, presumably to hide the scratch marks. You have to hide your smile behind your hand because he looks so drool-worthy with marks littered on his already marked skin, and the fact he lets you mark him is even hotter.

He pauses at the door for a moment, pointing a finger at where you peered up at him curiously. “Stay there. I’ll talk to him and say you went out or whatever. Just make sure to silence your phone in case he calls. Better yet, turn it off.”

Sukuna closes the door behind him, already on the way to the entrance just as you press your ears against the door to eavesdrop. There’s a slight shuffling before the door unlocks, then, “Why the fuck did you lock-” Megumi pauses in his words, and you can perfectly picture his infamous scowl painting his handsome features already. Gosh, you wish you could actually see it, but if Megumi catches you sleeping with someone else, he might totally lose interest in you. That’s not something you could afford to happen.

“Oh. You’re her roommate.” You snigger at his usual what the fuck tone – how Megumi of him.

“Hey, kid, it’s a little too late for a visit, don’t you think?” Sukuna taunts, and it takes everything in you to not burst through the door at that moment. You’re stuck between wanting to laugh and crying, mostly because you would love and hate for Megumi to get riled up. “Do your parents know you’re here? Kids shouldn’t be out this late.”

“I’m not a fucking kid, I’m in uni,” he defends, “Do you know where Y/N is? I need to talk to her.”

Deciding fuck it, you open the door by an inch, just enough to peek. As expected, Megumi is glaring behind Sukuna’s shoulders in search of you. Meanwhile, Sukuna’s completely calm, checking his nails boredly as if Megumi isn’t fuming in front of him. And boy, do you know how much Megumi hates being ignored. “Oh, I think she went out, I don’t know why though. House was empty when I got here.”

“She didn’t tell you where she was going?”

At Megumi’s imposing tone, Sukuna tilts his head to scrutinize Megumi. Now that you’re seeing them together, Sukuna’s twice the size of Megs, their height and shoulder width too different to start comparing. But knowing Megumi, he’s not going to back down from a tattooed guy twice his size, not even as he sarcastically remarks, “Ain’t you her friend? She should be telling you that kind of stuff.”

Truthfully, you expected he would put up more of a fight. The two of them share a heated staring competition before Megumi scoffs, the first one to look away. “Whatever,” he dismisses, “Tell her to pick her damn phone up. I’ve been calling for the past hour.”

“I think I should tell her to get better friends.”

“What was that?”

“I said get home safely,” Sukuna chirps. Even with his back turned to you, you could tell Sukuna’s just further pressing his buttons with a grin that’s not meant to be inviting at all. Just when you think it’s done, however, Sukuna finishes off with, “Kid.”

Megumi rages. His blue eyes flame into something feral, his fists balled at his sides. He’s always had a temper issue and you nearly reveal yourself to stop whatever fight is about to ensue, but Sukuna’s already closing the door, ridding any opportunity for the younger one to retaliate. At the sound of the door closing, Sukuna leans against the door, his smile still plastered on his face as if he knows you’re watching the whole time. He meets your eyes from the slight peep of his door, waving his hands sarcastically.

“Sukuna, you didn’t have to be so mean.”

“Sorry,” he isn’t apologetic at all. “Next time I’ll be nicer to your asshole crushes,” he adds with a slight roll of his eyes and you punch his chest playfully. You don’t stop him from grabbing your wrists to embrace you in a hug that doesn’t seem so platonic – but not so suggestive either. Sukuna rests his chin on top of your hand while he sways you both side to side, his voice muffled in your hair. “I understand why you’re attracted to him though. He’s really handsome.”

“Yeah, he is,” you agree sadly, thinking of how much it’s really all a waste Megumi has to be like that. “Just sucks his personality ruins everything.”

“A pretty face is always deceiving,” Sukuna suddenly pulls away and holds you an arm’s length away.  “Hey, want to have early breakfast?”

“I think that would be late dinner,” you frown at him.

“Whatever, food is food,” he responds rather excitedly, and you watch as Sukuna rummages through the fridge. Now that you think about it, having sex so much really took a toll on you, and your stomach grumbles loudly. Sukuna hides his chuckles through the fridge but you hear him anyway, shouting at him that you’re not hungry. “Wasn’t asking, sweetheart. Now go get cleaned and changed, I’ll make something for you.”

If anyone were to tell you that a good fucking is all that’s needed for you to immediately form a new kind of friendship with your roommate, you’d call them weird. Sukuna isn’t necessarily out of reach, you and him just simply didn’t cross paths.

But now, you’re dressed comfortably in his boxers and the oversized shirt you stole from him, eating the slightly burn cheese sandwich he’s made, sharing conversation and laughing with him like you’ve been doing it for such a long time. Your sandwich is actually half forgotten on the plate as you whack your palms on the counter, “That’s how you and Prof Gojo met? I never would’ve expected you guys fought over a girl!”

“He was fucking annoying in high school,” Sukuna grumbles over an angry bite, “He was getting all the girls that when someone confessed to me, the hottest chick, no less, he straight up punched me in the face,” you laugh as you imagine the memory of a younger, already rebellious looking Sukuna getting smacked by the even more intolerable Gojo Satoru. Sukuna is lost in his own memories as well, shaking his head from around the last bites of his bread. It’s clear he hates the burnt crust judging from the way he turns a little green, but he’s bragged about his cooking skills so proudly that he has to save face in front of you. “Ah, such good times,” he muses before wincing at his own words, dropping his bread in disgust. “Damn, I sound old, don’t I?”

“You’re only like, five years older than me, it’s fine,” you giggle, “I like the maturity that comes with older people. You’re a lot easier to be with than guys my age.”

“Please,” Sukuna smirks, “Just say you like fucking older men. I won’t judge.”

If anyone were to tell you that you would be jumping over the counter to strangle your roommate who’s now running like hell, your laughter bursting through the once silent apartment, you would call them a liar. But now, you and Sukuna are panting on the floor, too tired from sprinting all around before calling it quits. Maybe it’s a lie – maybe this connection will never really be that much of a big deal – but as long as this lie and play pretend of friendship lasts, you’ll just enjoy every sweet moment of it.

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[hyunsuks-beanie]

Claim

Pairing: College badboy! Jay x afab! reader

Genre: Fluff ending in a smut

Content Warnings: Non-idol au!; college au!; brief mention of Heeseung being Jay's enemy; smut; nipple play; clit slapping; oral (f. receiving); fingering; piv

Word Count: 1.8k words

Mellow speaks: My beloved Jay is back!!! I really really really loved writing this, so a massive thank you to the nonnie who had wanted it! I really like how it turned out and I hope you guys do too!

Tagging: @ivyvesisi @sweethyuka

"I like you too."

It takes Jay a solid minute to register that words that slip past your lips, and even when he does, it takes him another minute just to wrap his head around the fact that he's not, in fact, hearing things. And the smile that graces his lips once he does realize is like the sun shining its brightest, his college fuckboy persona going away for good.

To be honest though, he had waved it goodbye the second he had laid his eyes on you for the first time, feeling a sudden urge to fall in love, with you. Before he met you, his life was pretty simple: Go to college, pretend to not study but actually be a decent student, sleep around with anyone and everyone he took a fancy to, and ruin anyone who dared cross him.

But that was before you stepped into his life, turning his world upside-down in the best way possible. You made him from a guy who was scared of the idea of love, into a guy who longs to catch just one glimpse of your smiling face between classes, swearing that it makes his day better. You taught him how to love, and you showed him what it feels like to have your heart skip a beat when your crush talks to you.

Yes, Jay Park, the notorious campus badboy, has had a crush on you for months. And those months, in his own words, have been nothing but pure agony. He's gone from the person who used to only smirk while he bullied someone, to the person who can't help but smile whenever you whisper something as little as a "Hi" to him.

And the best part is that it isn't your typical "Badboy falls for goodie-two-shoes," simply because you just aren't that "goodie-two-shoes." Not that he wants you to be one anyway, loving you the way you are just now. You're feisty, fully capable of leaving his jaw hanging as you come up with witty replies to his flirtatations or downright rudeness. But at the same time, he has always known they did have an effect on you, never missing the flustered look on your face whenever he teased you.

In his mind, you already were his, and it was only a matter of time till you admitted it too. In the meantime though, he had taken the liberty of threatening anyone who so much as glanced at you, so that even if you yourself didn't know you belonged to him, the whole campus sure did. So it's not surprise that when today morning, he saw you casually leaning against your locker, talking to his enemy with your lips painted with the smile that's only reserved for him, it didn't sit right with him.

What had ensued only moments later had been something that had left you with tears in your eyes, your voice hoarse from yelling as you tried to stop Jay from beating Heeseung into a pulp. By the time you had managed to do that, your "friend's" shirt was askew, his hair ruffled in his left cheek red after he took a hit. "At least it won't leave a mark," you had thought to yourself, smiling internally because even in that instant, you still found him cute.

Your smile was soon wiped off your face, however, because the very next second, Jay did something he's done only one too many times. With his hand on the locker right next to you head, he had you trapped against him, his face dangerously close to yours. You've been through this countless times before, and yet, it somehow felt different right then.

Maybe it was the way he looked so hot with that anger dancing around in his eyes, or maybe it was the way that same anger faded away and his gaze softened when he glanced at you. Or it could also be the way he seemed to have inched even closer to you, his hot breath fanning your lips. Whatever it was, you found yourself getting lost and losing your train of thought, registering only distantly that he was rambling about something, though you couldn't really figure out what it was.

But that was until you heard him raise his voice, his hands now gripping your arms as he told you that he liked you. That's right, your crush, after incessantly toying with your emotions (or so you thought) for months, finally confessed to you, while also claiming that you belonged solely to him. Back to your senses by then, you couldn't help but feel as if it was some sick joke, but the earnest look in his eyes made you think otherwise at last. Maybe that's the reason why you took a deep breath, and decided to plunge in at last.

And that brings you to now, thrown onto Jay's bed wearing nothing but your lingerie, your eyes wide and expectant as you wait for him to do what he wants to, with you. Your boyfriend can only smirk at the sight, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt as he pulls it off his pants. "You've always been mine, but now I finally get to claim you," is what he says, the mattress dipping under his knees as he reaches out for your wrists, the belt still in his left hand.

When he's done making sure you won't move or run away, Jay pulls back, his lips meeting yours halfway before he makes his way lower. His kisses are feather-light, in sharp contrast to the leather jacket that he was wearing only minutes ago. The straps of your bra slide down your arms, the cups pooling around your boobs coming into focus and making him let out a breathy sigh before leaning down again. His mouth feels like heaven against your nipples, sucking on them while his right hand moves up to play with them too. You can't help but moan at the feeling, arching your back as your pussy rubs against his obvious hard-on through the fabric of your panties.

In that moment, you feel thankful for the fact that the two of you had held it in inside his car, settling with a more-than-satisfactory makeout session and just a little bit of grinding. Even the thought has you breaking into a sweat, the image of him sucking on your bottom lip while your tongue ran along his upper lip, your hands entangled in his hair and his own slapping your butt making you even more horny than you were before.

The ride home had been rash to say the least, and trip from the parking to his apartment was nothing short of painful, because neither of you seemed to be able to keep your hands off the other. But you had somehow managed to last just long enough for him to strip you piece by piece, before lifting you up and throwing you onto the mattress.

You're still deep in your thoughts when you feel his teeth dig into the area near your collarbone, sucking on it in the hopes of leaving a hickey. And a hickey does he leave, following it up with a couple more on your neck, eliciting yet another moan from you as your hands slip into his locks again. He takes a moment to let his own hands run over the waistband of your panties, pulling away only to get rid of them as they slide down your legs.

Having you completely naked for him by now, he places one last kiss to your mouth, your hands running along his bare back for a second before he's spreading your thighs apart, blowing air on your mound before licking a stripe up your pussy and kissing your clit. He soon adds his fingers, his tongue lapping around your folds while his index and middle fingers push into your hole, stretching you out.

The moans that escape you are an incoherent mess by now, your hands gripping Jay's shoulders as eats you out and finger-fucks you, at the same time. His tongue works wonders on you, slipping inside you as his hand starts massaging your clit, before slapping it softly and making your eyes fly open, your toes curling. "Liked that, hmm?," he smirks against you, biting down on your bud before slapping it again, harder this time.

He's good at what he's doing, the knot in your stomach tightening so fast you can't help but feel embarassed. You know you're close, your orgasm approaching closer the longer he keeps at it, making your chest heave. But just when you think you're about to cum, the feeling is gone, his smirking face coming back to haunt you as he smacks his lips, telling you how good you taste.

He climbs back up, his teeth digging into your skin again as he begins grinding against you, his boxers generating friction against your panties. He kisses you once more, smirking into your mouth when he hears you mumble, "I want you" against his lips. Lucky for you, that's all he needs to hear before pulling away, causing you to lift your head up so that your eyes follow his moves, watching him as he pulls his boxers down his legs, his member springing free and making your mouth water.

In a blur, he grabs a condom from his nightstand, rolling it down his length before climbing back up onto the bed. "You ready?," he asks, his voice more gentle than ever as he awaits your response. You simply nod, feeling him cup your cheek as he pushes into you, his size making you squirm just a little. He's big, causing your insides to feel as if they would burst. But the feeling is exquisite, your tongue getting a taste of his mouth again as he begins moving in and out of you, slowly building up the pace.

It's like he was made just for you, filling you up to the brim as your walls clench around his girth. "You're so tight," he grunts, his tip hitting your G-spot with every thrust and making you inch one step closer to your high. You won't last long, that's for sure as he continues to pump you sore, your legs shaking and your abdomen bulging out just a little.

"One," Jay says, starting a countdown till the time he has you cumming. And true to his word, all he needs is one last thrust as he mutters a "Five," and you come undone, your juices spilling all over his length as he keeps chasing his own climax. Soon enough, he's releasing into his condom too, the sheath filling up with his seed as he collapses on top of you.

Taking a minute to catch his breath, he lifts his head up, a smile on his face as his eyes meet yours.

"And now I've claimed you as mine, forever."

[sugawarassoulmate]

thinking about yandere prof!suga catching another student hitting on you, teaching that guy a lesson and punishing you afterwards... wowza 🥴

hahhaha this has been in my ask forever 🥴

words: 447

cw: college au, student/professor relationship, jealousy, power imbalance, spanking, fingering, dubcon, orgasm denial, punishments, degradation, yandere themes, minors dni

“see where your fucking mouth gets you? now i gotta make your punishment worse,” he said, pushing you face first into the desk. he flips your skirt up, tugging your panties down before laying a firm slap on your bare ass.

you stormed to your professor’s office after class to give him a piece of your mind. one of your friends had gotten a failing grade on a paper that he worked hard on because professor sugawara felt that there might have been something going on between you two.

“you know he deserves a better grade, koushi, how could you do that?” you had said, locking the door behind you.

“when we’re on campus, you call me ‘professor’, miss l/n,” he responded, not looking at you as he continued grading papers.

“sometimes your jealous really gets on my nerves,”

he had put his papers down after that, his hazel eyes darkening while he turned his attention to you. “watch your mouth there, princess.”

“we’re on campus, remember?” you knew you were pushing it, but you were pissed off. how stupid you were. sugawara, quiet in his anger, calmly cleared off his desk and stood up before grabbing your hands and pinning you in the position you were in now.

“be happy all i did was fail him,” he said, smacking your bottom once more. “you think i don’t know what college boys like?” sugawara fingers at your slit, smirking when he sees how wet you’ve gotten from getting roughed up.

“dirty fuckin’ slut, hm? you like getting slapped around like this?” the way his fingers force themselves inside has you crying out, quickly covering your mouth so as to not alert anyone outside the small office. “next time you want to talk to me like that, i’ll invite that stupid boy over so he can watch me teach a whore like you a fucking lesson.”

sugawara fucks you with his fingers, not giving you any time to get used to the intrusion. he brings you closer and closer to the edge until your thighs are trembling. when he knows you’re about to cum, he pulls out, slapping your ass a few more times.

“only nice girls get to cum,” he bites, pulling your hair so he could see how red in the face you’ve become. sugawara laughs at the tears in your eyes and mocks the whimpers falling from your lips. “don’t want your apologies right now, baby. gotta make sure you learn not to do this again, yeah?”

he sweetly presses his lips against yours before he bullies his fingers back inside your cunt. that would only become your first ruined orgasm of the day.

©sugawarassoulmate 2021 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[zeeroweenies]

omfg but purposely pissing off bully megumi by letting someone else give you a hickey once you tired of being his toy but he won't let you go that easy, even if his girlfriend walks in... :)

your brain is sexy <3

cw: cheating, jealousy, manhandling, slapping, light degradation, megumi is a piece of shit

You had really gone and done it now. One of Megumi’s rules for you was always that you weren’t allowed to fool around with other guys, he didn’t even want to see you breathe in the same direction as another guy. But you broke that rule when you decided to hook up with someone else.

Megumi was used to you acting out, but you really pissed him off this time. This was apparent when he could be heard storming down the hallways of the school, his loud voice bouncing off the walls in search for you.

It was after school hours and the building was usually empty by this time, except for students who participated in extracurricular activities, excluding you who stayed holed up in the computer lab to catch up on homework.

“Where the fuck is she?” you recognized that voice anywhere, it belonged to Megumi, and you could almost hear the threat in his words.

“Over there,” the only other person in the room pointed to you who was sitting at a desk space and immediately your head ducked down, slumping in your seat as if to make yourself less noticeable.

It was to no avail though, Megumi was already making his way over to you. You could feel your very being trembling as he approached you, steps heavy as he snatched you out of your seat, not allowing you to pick up your bag or materials as he dragged you out of the lab.

“What are you doing? Someone will see—”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Megumi never talked to you in front of others, and you weren’t allowed to talk to him. It was just another one of his rules. He was always so mean to you in front of others; pulling your hair, breaking your glasses, tripping you and making all of your books scatter across the floor.

“Wait— Can you at least tell me where you’re taking me? Ow—!” his grip on your wrist tightened, pulling you harder as if you were a ragdoll. You could barely keep up with the pace he was setting, tumbling over your feet like a klutz until you reached his car.

You feel yourself being pressed up against his car, the metal cold on your back as Megumi traps you between it.

“So it’s true, huh? You fucked him?”

Shit. He found out. You got tired of Megumi treating you like a toy, so you hooked up with his friend. He said he wouldn’t tell anyone, but somehow it got back to Megumi and now he’s furious. Its not like it was a big deal. He has a girlfriend, why can’t you have fun too?

You just wanted to piss him off a little, you didn’t expect him to be this mad. You didn’t know what to say, in your mind you were panicking. Maybe you could lie your way out of this.

“I don’t know what you’re talking abo—”

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I see the mark on your neck” he yanks the collar of your turtleneck down, revealing the dark bruises that decorated your neck and collarbone. He caught you red handed. There wasn’t anything you could say to absolve yourself of this.

Megumi releases your collar, beginning to make his way around to the other side of the vehicle. “Get in the car.”

“No.”

His head flies back at your statement, shocked at the shift in your tone. “What did you just say to me?” he approaches you again, invading your space.

You gulp, a wave of confidence urging you. “I said no.” you snap back, instantly regretting it as Megumi grabs you up by the throat, shoving you against the car before opening the door.

“You think I’m fucking around with you? Get in the fucking car.” he lets go of your throat, forcing you into the passenger’s seat before loudly slamming the door.

He walks around to the other side, nostrils flaring as he settles into the driver’s seat, twisting the key in the ignition before pulling out of the school’s parking lot.

The entire ride is dead silent, no words being spoken except for you asking where Megumi is taking you, none of your questions receiving an answer.

You feel your hands trembling as the car comes to a halt, the gravel crunching underneath the vehicle and you see that you’ve stopped in front of a building.

You stare at Megumi with wide eyes as he shuts the car off and sits as if he’s a statue, staring at the road in front of him.

Fear is evident in your voice as your words come out shaky, “Megumi where are we?”

He pulls the key from the ignition, fingers curling around the latch to open the door as he slams it closed, making you wince.

Your heartbeat picks up, staring at your hands as he comes around to the other side, the door flying open. “Get out.”

“Megumi, my parents are gonna be worried where I am—”

“Get out, or I’m gonna drag you out.” his eyes are ahead of him, averting your eyes as he holds the door open.

Whimpering, you slowly swung your legs over the seat as you stood up, jumping as the door slammed shut behind you.

“Walk.” You learned it was best to do as he said, you’d be in big trouble if he didn’t. One time he caught you staring at some guy and spanked you for hours on end until your ass was bruised and numb.

You walked up the stairs of the porch to Megumi’s house, trembling with each step you took as he trailed behind you. He shoved his key into the top lock, twisting it to the right and then the bottom.

The door swung open, you barely made two steps inside before Megumi was throwing you over his shoulder, heavy steps trailing down the hallway to what seemed to be his bedroom. It was surprisingly clean, except for the pile of clothes that was scattered across the floor.

He throws you onto his bed, your body bouncing from the impact and your glasses nearly fall off your face.

“Do you you know how much trouble you’re in? Huh?” Megumi’s dark blue eyes are staring down at you and you can’t even return his glance, you just look down hoping to avoid his stare.

His hand comes down to grab your jaw, forcing your head upright to look at him. There’s pure anger in his eyes, and a hint of... lust?

“Do you?” he shakes your head in his grip, forcing you out of your thoughts.

“‘M sorry,” your voice comes out small, tears forming at the bottoms of your eyes. You just hoped this punishment wouldn’t be as bad as the other ones.

“Oh yeah? show me how sorry you are,” his hands move to his belt buckle, skilfully undoing the metal and strap as you drop to your knees, eager to earn his forgiveness.

You sit at your knees, doe eyed as he rubs his tip between your soft lips, letting you take his cock into your hands. Looking up at him through apologetic eyes, you plant little kisses along the head before you swirl your tongue around it.

Megumi stares down at you nonchalantly when you take his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down pathetically. He scoffs, you can’t even take his whole cock into your mouth.

“You don’t seem like you’re sorry” he looks at the display beneath him, your eyes float up to his in panic as your mouth slips from his cock.

“I am sorry!” the words come out franfic, and your mouth gapes open from him yanking your hair down, your neck exposed.

He grits through his teeth, face close to yours. “Then suck my dick like you mean it.”

You whimper as you take his length into your mouth once again, using your tongue to slide against the underside of his cock, bobbing up and down as much as you can.

Your glasses begin to fog up, the thin layer obscuring your vision while you struggle to breathe. Each movement of your mouth sends his cock to the back of your throat, choking as you struggle to take it.

Megumi sighs, obviously annoyed of your ministrations as he forcefully tugs at both sides of your head, moving your head back up and down as your nose hits his pubic bone repeatedly.

“You’re still not fucking doing it right,” he fucks your mouth angrily while spit leaks from your mouth like a fountain as you gag, your vision completely blocked from the fog covering your lenses.

“Use that worthless mouth of yours, I bet you sucked his dick a hell of a lot better didn’t you?” you can’t even breathe at this point, with the way Megumi’s fucking your throat you don’t have a chance to catch your breath, and you tap his leg signaling you need air.

Megumi lets out a series of ragged breaths, feeling his release approaching “And with one of my teammates? You’re a fucking slut”

The degrading words that spew from his mouth shouldn’t turn you on but they do, your cunt clenches and your clit is throbbing through your underwear, soaked with arousal and dribbling down the sides of your thighs.

“Fuck, fuck— you’re my toy, mine” he gives your mouth a few more thrusts before he’s pulling out, pumping himself to completion as white strings of cum coat your face and tongue.

Megumi pulls you up by your throat, tossing you onto the bed with your legs splayed open, your clothed wet cunt on display for him as he removes his pants fully and shirt before he approaches you, ripping your panties off.

“Megumi, ‘m sorry” you sniffle, tears cascading down your face

“Aww, I know baby,” he says with faux sympathy in his voice as he removes your glasses, laying a sweet kiss on your lips as his cock rubs up and down your slit.

“But you should’ve thought about that before you opened your legs for someone else like a slut, you know what happens when my toy doesn’t know how to behave.” he sheathes himself inside you at once, causing you to throw your head back from the painful stretch.

His hips snap against you hard and fast, each stroke bumping against your cervix not giving you time to recover. The squelching sounds of your cunt fill the room, Megumi’s hand pressed down on your stomach while he rams into you with fervor.

A pleasured moan escapes your lips, earning a slap to the side of your face from Megumi, the action only makes you tighten around his cock.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying your punishment. Why are you enjoying your punishment?” his hand lands against your cheek hard, only making you clench around him more, eliciting a groan from him.

You feel so fucking good around him, your pussy sucking him in, clenching like it doesn’t want to let him go. You’re the perfect toy, always so good for him and—

“Megumi what are you doing?” a different voice comes from the other side of the room, the figure appearing to be his girlfriend.

The look in her face is twisted in a variety of emotions: anger, hurt, jealousy. She looks like she wants to hurt someone.

Megumi scoffs, continuing to fuck you like his girlfriend didn’t just catch him in the act. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“I’ve been worried sick about you and I find out you’re fucking her of all people?”

“Why not? She feels so much better than you. Look at how good I make her feel, she’s moaning like a bitch in heat” your orgasm is forming in your core at his praise, beginning to soak the sheets underneath you.

“See how wet she is, how good she’s taking my dick?” his hand snakes up from your stomach to your neck, lightly squeezing the sides eliciting moans from you that sound throughout the entire room.

“You better get over here now, or I just might let her steal me away from you.”

[taechaos]

Silent Treatment

from Textbook Love drabble series

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you.

warnings: slight angst, drugs, arguing, dubcon, cunnilingus, mild degredation

word count: 4.2k

tags: @mwitsmejk @1-in-abillion @kooookie

a/n: the request (contains some spoilers). i'm gonna take a very short break from this couple to write other requests!! hope u enjoy 💗

The shift in the Spring weather is unpredictable. One moment it’s chilly, and the other sunny. Humans can only adapt so much, and it causes an outbreak of common colds. Most people recover easily, handy medicine soothing their sore throats, syrups suppressing coughs, and nose sprays ridding the blockage. You, on the other hand, are not that lucky. With a weak immune system, you’re very careful to not get sick, but there must have been a slip-up because you’ve somehow lost your voice after catching a cold.

You sniffle and cough, but you can’t speak. It’s advised to not exert your vocal cords in cases like these, and that is just so unfortunate for you. The last thing you’d ever want to do is spread your sickness to Jungkook, and that meant not getting too close to him; it meant no kissing. 

A very large white placard is spread out in front of you on the wooden table, and you’re plastering printed images of a specific global issue on it. You’re sitting on a bench with two of your friends as they chatter mindlessly while you work. Jungkook has a project about climate change due in a few days, and it’s supposed to be very important for his final grade. You’ve already written him a script for his presentation along with a stick prop to point at specific pictures. It’s fun, glittery and he’s going to love it. 

“Hey,” Minnie, your friend, calls for you, “we’re going to get some coffee from Starbucks. Want us to get you green tea?”

Soyeon laughs when your eyes light up; it’s your favorite beverage, and it’s supposed to help with your sore throat. They leave with a smile after you give them a hyper nod and you’re alone as you adjust your woolen scarf around your neck. You need to heal as fast as you can so you’re no longer missing your beloved’s affection.

Jungkook has been feeling more inclined to approach you without reason lately, but that doesn’t mean it’s a common occurrence. Getting teased by his friend, specifically Taehyung, about having a sissy crush on a girl like yourself angered him to no end. A hit always got him to shut up, but not for long. He’s walking your way today because there’s no one around to judge him for talking to you. 

You’re tearing a double-sided tape when he sits on your table, carefully avoiding your materials. Your breath hitches as his eyes gloss over your work in progress. “Working hard, I see,” he comments with disinterest. He doesn’t say anything about your efforts, but he’s impressed. The corner of his lip tugs upwards before he leans in for a kiss. You have enough self-control and concern for his well-being over your desires to lean back before your lips make contact. His face is close to yours as he pauses and slightly frowns before trying again. He receives the same results and finally pulls back. 

“You did well,” he frowns at you and speaks as if you’re a child, “I’m praising you.” Your eyes are darting back and forth awkwardly and you don’t know what to do other than sit in silence. You put your hands on his knees as a resort and his frown deepens as he watches you. “I can take a hint, you know. You don’t have to fucking ignore me.” He roughly shoves your hands and stands up before storming off with a scoff. You’re torn between following him and being responsible over your belongings. You can’t let his grades go to waste because of a small misunderstanding, so you decide to text him instead. There’s always a possibility someone might steal his project. Or maybe after he’s cooled off? You delay the message, but somewhere in your heart, you’re satisfied by his reaction because it’s clear that he wanted to kiss you.

Heavy footsteps clomp against the sidewalk before Jungkook slumps on the seat next to Taehyung. It’s an isolated area for smoking students at the back of the campus, and his friend group is no exception to this role. They’re taking drags of cigarettes individually as Jungkook glares at his boots. They’re chunky and a bold black, and his dark outfit paints him as the big bad wolf. It fits, because he’s ready to attack when he’s filled with so much resentment. Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you. It doesn’t make sense, but you also grimaced at him, but then why were you doing his homework? He’s feeling frustrated, and upset all the same.

“Someone’s troubled,” Seokjin points out with a mouthful of smoke. “Kookie?”

Said boy only grunts in response.

“Did the lousy girl finally see you for who you really are and leave you?” Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to mock him with a pout. “Tragic.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tae,” Jungkook spits and sends him a death glare, fire flaming in his fierce eyes. “Go actually talk to a girl or something, and leave me alone. I can’t take your shit right now.”

The low blow doesn’t affect Taehyung in the slightest as he holds up his hands in defence with comically wide eyes. “Relax, tiger.”

“Moving on from Tae’s inability to talk to girls in broad daylight, what’s up with you Kook?” Namjoon butts in, earning a fake cough from the receiving end of the insult.

He pauses for a moment before babbling, “I hate those bitches. My mother for one, couldn’t stand wearing clothes whenever she saw a dude. Moving on from guy to guy, unless they’re a fucking asshole. What do they want? Why are they never fucking satisfied?!”

A moment of silence passes among the huddled friends before Yoongi breaks it with a joke, “Who’s the lucky girl?” It doesn’t land as Jungkook deeply sighs in response. “Did she cheat on you?” he tries again.

“No,” he murmurs.

“Then…?”

“She… I don’t fucking know, she gave me the silent treatment. She leaned away from me too,” he shakes his head with a quiet groan, “it just doesn’t add up. I got mad and left.”

“No way that could’ve ended up badly,” Taehyung chuckles but purses his lips when he’s sent another dirty look.  “How long was the interaction anyway?” 

“Like 30 seconds.”

“Are you coming out tonight?” Yoongi asks and puts out the burning tip of his stick. “Could help you feel better.”

“And we’ve got molly,” Namjoon adds.

“Yeah, fine, whatever.”

Alcohol’s effect on a person differs in moods, and Jungkook is usually a horny drunk. Being a sad drunk is a first for him tonight, but he’s just so confused. It made his heart drop when you outwardly refused his advances and anxiety blossomed in his chest, which he has no idea how to deal with. It kicked in fight or flight instincts, and he just… hated the idea of you not loving him, even if it’s momentary. He can’t bear staying in a situation that makes him feel so insecure, and that feeling is supposed to be left in his childhood. You just about brought out the worst in him without doing anything. 

You didn’t do anything.

It’s 10PM and he’s waiting on your usual good night text that he never responds to. It’s so pathetic, and he hates himself for being so used to your affection that it worries him when he’s deprived of it. He’s never doubted your love for him, but his insecurities are churning his gut. It’s an overflow of all of his pent-up emotions, and he can’t handle it.

“Here,” Taehyung pops in out of nowhere, clutching a pill in his hand. There’s a bottle of water in the other as he holds them out for Jungkook to take. “Stop moping and get laid.”

“I’d say the same to you, but you’d probably start crying during sex,” he mumbles and uncaps the bottle before throwing in the pill and washing it down with the water. “Thanks.”

“See that girl over there?” he ignores him and steps behind his miserable friend to point at the owner of the sultry gaze directed at Jungkook from the bar. “She wants to fuck you. Or maybe me, but I’m passing her onto you.”

“How kind of you,” he sarcastically replies.

“Uh-uh, so you’re gonna be in ecstasy in about 10 minutes. Don’t fuck this up.” He slaps his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen. It’s a lonesome party because not a lot of people are allowed in when drugs are involved. Causing a ruckus, receiving a noise complaint and then getting arrested is out of the question. 

He isn’t interested in sex with a stranger - not today at least -, but he hopes for it to change as he waits to approach her. Maybe drugs will rile him up enough to have fun with someone else and rid his mind of you. It’s an annoying itch on his brain, so he rests his head against the couch to comfort himself with the soft fabric. He’s sleepy from the beer he drank earlier, and he doesn’t know how time goes by so fast when he closes his eyes.

A few minutes must have passed, because he’s starting to feel dizzy in his seat. A smile carves on his face as his mind grows slightly fogged, and he opens his eyes to find the girl quietly chatting with a friend. When she glances at him, he beckons her to come over. She mouths a “be right back” to her friend before strutting in his direction.

“Hey,” she smiles down at him before sitting on the couch. She’s aristocratic, chic and pretty. “Sorry if I weirded you out earlier.” Her voice is sweet like honey, and her words flow out of her tongue so naturally. A dream girl, really, and Jungkook is starting to get horny.

“I don’t mind,” he reassures with a subtle seductive tone, “what’s a girl like you doing with this crowd? You look too innocent.” He wraps a finger around a strand of her hair and twirls it. It feels strange.

“My friend sent me here, told me to watch over someone,” she lowly speaks. “I’m Soyeon.”

“Nice to meet you, Soyeon,” he breathes before crashing her lips with his. His hand reaches down to grip her thigh, tongue poking out to swipe the sticky gloss. It’s flavored, and it tastes of strawberry. When she kisses him back so slowly, innocently, it turns him on so much. His pants feel tight around his crotch as he runs another hand through her soft hair. Compared to him, she’s passionate whereas he’s sloppy. He’s starting to get dizzier, and it feels so fucking good, but he hates it.

There is not a single reason for him to not enjoy this, not when his mood is lifting so high. The hand on her thigh lands on her cleavage instead and she’s so submissive and shy, but something’s off. He groans into her mouth before biting her lip, ripping a whine out of her. Why does she sound so sexy and annoying?  

He pulls away from her before sighing in irritation. “Fuck, I can’t do this.” 

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks worriedly.

“No, just, fuck.” He starts laughing before rubbing his palms on his eyes, “I really want to fuck, but I just can’t.”

“We can just chat,” she softly suggests. “What’s your name?”

“Jungkook.”

He removes his hands from his face when she goes silent. Her eyes are wide and she’s gaping at him… guiltily? “Crap,” she hisses quietly, “I was supposed to make sure you were okay. My roommate is like, super in love with you and asked me to come here.”

He says your name in a question, wondering if it’s you. When she nods, he asks for your dorm instantly.

“She’s in room 124… Why?”

When he stands up, there’s a sway in his posture but he recovers quickly. There’s an involuntary grin on his face as he thanks her ignorantly. He’s out of the villa in a rush, and he has the overwhelming urge to just run. The campus is a bit far away from the house, but he doesn’t care as his footfalls echo in the dark streets. He has so much energy to waste, and with his current stamina, he’s confident he’ll find you before dawn. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and he doesn’t care for catching his breath as the corner stores pass by him in a blur. 

Throughout the two hours of his reckless jog, where he mixed up directions multiple times, his mind is starting to clear up little by little. He’s happy because of what Soyeon told him, and he feels relieved upon seeing the familiar college building. He’s not allowed in dorms at this time, but he’s done this too many times to get caught. Except he was drunk in those instances, and being on MDMA was different. Sneaking past security was tough because he couldn’t bring himself to tiptoe without making so much noise. When they glanced at him, he thought it to be the only choice to just run past them. He’s in the elevator by the time they catch on, and the numbers look wonky in his eyes but he presses the button for the right floor. 

He’s shifting his weight repeatedly in an attempt to contain his excitement; he wants to see you so bad. The moment he hears the ding of the elevator, he’s running past the halls and stops upon seeing 124. He has to squint, but he knows this is your dorm. 

You wake up with a silent gasp when there’s a pound on the door. You clutch your sheets in fear until someone starts to sing your name. “Jungkook?” you mouth to yourself. You stand up and look through the peephole and there’s a man on the other side who’s bouncing on his feet impatiently.

“Open up,” he sings loudly. You’re worried when you swing the door open and yank him inside so he doesn’t wake up any other students. You try to talk but only a wheeze comes out, so you switch on the light to see him instead. The brightness hurts your eyes as you close them for a few seconds. “Well, well, well, look who we have here…”

He starts to circle around you slowly and stumbles behind you. “Sending people to spy on me after rejecting me like that.” His words are slightly slurred and you turn around to face him with a pout. You point at your throat to give him a hint, but his eyes don’t waver from your pleading ones. “What are your intentions, huh?” he weakly pushes you, “Sending me mixed signals. Who- who do you think you are?”

You hold his hands and place them on your neck, trying to communicate with him by mouthing, “I’m sick,” but he only chuckles. He seems sickeningly joyous, but he’s not over his anger. “Still not going to talk to me? What did I even do?”

You deeply inhale from your nose because he’s not paying attention to you. You’re frustrated with yourself until he yells, “WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?” The surge of serotonin, his state of euphoria is crashing down on him the more you ignore him. He had believed the drug would only make him happy, but it intensified his sadness and anxiety just as much when he saw you. It helped him forget you in a social circle, but you confused him so much after he was reassured for so long - coupled with your silence, he’s raging.

“Why are you ignoring me?! What did I do that was so bad that you can’t bear talking to me anymore? You told me you loved me, please,” he chokes and tries to swallow the lump in his throat. “I-I’ll make it up to you, I’m so sad right now. Just say something…”

You’re watching him in shock and a hint of fear from his fluctuating mood. You want to cry at how pitiful he looks, but instead you aim to grab a piece of paper from your bedside table. He misreads your actions and pushes you against the wall. “Stop this. Stop!” He has your arms pinned and he’s trying so hard to intimidate you so you give in. A dry sob leaves you because he's going mad, but then he has a sudden epiphany. “Maybe you’ll love me again if I fuck you hard enough and engrave it in your brain that you’re mine. Yes, yes!”

He starts unbuckling his belt and you immediately try to stop him; he’ll get sick! He shoves you again and pulls down his jeans before mashing his mouth against yours. All of your efforts have gone to waste when his tongue forces its way down your throat. There’s no point to denying him now, so you hesitantly kiss him back. You’re so guilty, and he’s so careless as he roughly pushes his hand down your white cotton shorts. You’re wearing a navy blue sweater to match so you don’t get cold in the night, but the shorts are meant to prevent a fever. What’s the point now, then? He hasn’t even read your texts that you only remembered to send before sleeping. He missed a whole paragraph of your explanation and confronted you so angrily.

“I’m going to fuck you all night,” he growls against your lips, “then you’ll remember how much you love me.” Your moans are quiet and hitched as he presses down on your clit through your panties. His other hand is on his cock as he strokes it eagerly, ready to get inside you. “I missed you so fucking much in one day,” he whispers in a croak. Hearing it makes you feel even warmer inside as you nudge his hand to urge him to enter you. “You missed me too, huh?” he takes notice of your neediness. “Shouldn’t have fucking brought it upon yourself then.”

He removes his hand from your shorts and taps your thighs before demanding, “Jump.” You bite your lip in consideration until he taps them harder and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist. Your shorts are relatively short, resembling loose boxers, so when your back is pressed against the wall he only pushes them and your underwear to the side before thrusting into you. A scream gets caught in your throat, and you forget all about your aches as he roughly fucks into you without caring for protection or lube. It stings only slightly, but the pleasure in feeling so full of him outweighs the pain.

Jungkook is moaning and groaning as he bruises your thighs in his hold. Your panting is all he can catch, and though the feeling of you is an amplified sensation because of the drug coursing in his system, he wants to hear you chant his name as well. “Still quiet?” he tuts and carries you to your narrow bed and you cling onto his shoulder while trying to catch your breath after the sudden attack. “Your cunt is throbbing though,” he says as he pulls out of you and drops you on the bed. He manhandles you by flipping you on your stomach and holds up your ass. He finally takes off your bottom clothing, but he’s slightly dizzy as he yanks them off your ankles. He spreads your thighs apart and you’re on your knees with your head against the mattress. “I wonder why that is,” he says before slapping your pussy, making you whimper quietly. “So wet, yet you don’t even make a sound. Some whore you are.” You purse your lips and muster a whine, but it’s interrupted when he pistons his cock inside you without warning. Your sounds are hoarse as he pounds into you from the back, hands kneading your ass to the shape of his hands. He gives it a spank as he moans loudly; the new position makes it feel so much more intense, and Jungkook loves it. His ears finally get to hear your pathetic mewls as he thrusts so deeply inside you that your vision blurs with tears and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You feel like a doll that can’t speak or move, and he’s evidently enjoying it going by his rushed pace. You’re challenging him with your silence, and he loves proving himself.

All of a sudden however, he stops moving. You look behind you with a pout and he quirks a brow at you. You grit your teeth because you know he's waiting for you to tell him to continue, or rather daring you to do something. A sudden surge of confidence overcomes you and you gently slam your hips against his, fucking yourself on his cock with your eyes screwed shut.

“Yes, baby,” he strains, “show me that you're still my good girl.” At his encouragement, you meet his thrusts faster and you're seeing stars at how amazing it feels. You want to be his good girl so bad, and you arch your back to savour the pleasure. “Your pussy is mine, all mine,” he affirms to himself and stills your hips to turn you around without removing his length. His fingers are digging into your flesh and your tits bounce under the fabric as he rams into you restlessly. Your mouth is open in a silent scream and he can barely make out your pupils, the whites of your eyes stirring his climax at how attractive you look under the poor lighting. “I love you so fucking much,” he cries, “say it back, baby.”

You try to, but you can only dryly cough. “You fucking bitch,” he hisses at your defiance and pulls out of you to pump his length. He’s close to his release, and he pushes up your sweater to see your hard nipples that make him salivate. He crawls to slide his cock between the valley of your breasts and it hurts when he harshly pushes them together. “Stick out your tongue,” he commands in a whisper, and you do so while panting like a dog. Every time he thrusts upwards, the tip of his head grazes your tongue and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. He’s massaging your tits as he stutters between whines, and eventually his load spurts out to land on your chest and cheek with a particularly loud groan. His cum surges down his shaft as he rides out his high with the last slow thrusts. 

“Oh fuck,” he sighs airily and collapses next to you in the tiny space available. You clumsily turn on your side to give him more room and he pecks your swollen lips. He zips his pants back up and you’re still naked from the waist down. You’re staring at each other adoringly in the romantic, fragile atmosphere; another first.

“I love you,” you croak finally. It’s quieter than a whisper, and it makes you cringe at how hideous you sound; it’s painful as well.

His face lights up once he registers your words before noticing the tone. “What happened to your voice?”

“Sick.” You can’t bring yourself to say anything more as you snuggle into his side and he instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Shit,” he murmurs, “why didn’t you tell me that sooner, idiot?”

You slap a hand on his front pocket where his phone is, and he hastily takes it out to see a bunch of notifications from you. “You sent it at night, you’re still the idiot.” You giggle and roll your eyes. “A promise is a promise, though,” he purrs before cupping your bare heat. “I did say I would fuck you all night.” You widen your eyes when his head lowers down to face your sopping wet cunt, and he slowly licks up a stripe over your soaked folds, making you shudder and grip his hair. He’s leaving kitty licks all over your sensitivity, the tip of his tongue lightly brushing against your clit every now and then. Your hips lift involuntarily, and he finally takes your clit in his mouth and sucks on it loudly. He slurps your arousal before spitting it back on your hood, and you can only squeak in response. Your hazed mind only tells you that you want more, and he doesn’t fail to provide.

Two fingers enter your clenching hole, and he’s scissoring your walls as he messily eats you out. The pleasure from earlier returns all too soon and you know you won’t be able to last long. His lids are hooded when you glance down at him and the way he’s looking at you makes it even harder to resist your orgasm. The knot in your stomach picks back up right before unraveling and your moan is raspy as you start twitching under his relentless mouth. He grows gentle and leaves kisses all over your vulva until your body falls limp on the sheets.

After another round of penetrative sex, the two of you fall asleep from exhaustion in your bed. It’s a first for the both of you, and Jungkook decides in his drunken mind that tonight won’t be the last. It feels so intimate when he cuddles you, and you won’t ever forget his love confession.

The next morning is not so pleasant however, as Jungkook wakes up with a loud sneeze and in his now nasal voice says, “God fucking damn it.”