#v college au

[mblue-art]

once again i was fueled with coffee (did not sleep the whole night) but this time i doodled college au to cope bc ofc i did (also did not feel like sleeping wooo)

[cyberdragoninfinity]

rin my girl rin my dear friend rin arc-v i drew to celebrate her Duel Links arrival + some college AU rinrin and yugo

[amymbona]

University literature professor!Patrick Zweig ? Are you INSANE ? I’m gonna kiss you cause that’s so fucking hot please him bending you over his desk and pulling your skirt up…. I’m gonna go lay down…

He's so pissed of, steam coming out of his ears, and almost had to physically drag you into his office. You've done it again, completely humiliated him in front of the whole lecture room, and made him look like a complete idiot. But this time, he's had enough. Your stupid comments about him being a sexist and a prick have finally reached his mind. You think he's an asshole? Fine. He's gonna show you how much of an asshole he can be.

"You've taken this too far, young lady." he states, locking the door behind you two. He's not stupid, it's not like he's gonna leave it open for anyone to enter and catch the two of you together.

"Did I?" you mumble innocently, lashes fluttering as you gaze up at him. The longer this game has been going on, the more enjoyment you've found in it. For the last few weeks, you have been purposefully preparing for the lectures in advance, desperate to kick him when he stumbles, to make sure he gets as humiliated as possible. And clearly, it's been working.

"Don't think I didn't notice the game you're playing. You're too confident in it." Patrick scoffs at your attitude, moving closer.

You remain where you are, a small smile pulling on your lips as you focus on the details of his face. As much as you hate to admit it, he's far too handsome for being such a dickhead. It's a shame, really. He has the face of a model and you'd be lying to say it hasn't showed up in your dreams once or twice.

"I really don't know what you're talking about, professor."

Oh, how hard it makes his dick to hear you call him that.

"You're not gonna quit, are you?" he pushes, his hot breath hitting your cheeks. "You're gonna continue being an annoying little girl and piss me off everytime you get the chance."

He's so close to snapping, you can't help yourself and push him just a little further. "Clearly, professor."

If there was an award for the least controllable temper, Patrick would definitely be the winner, because he has you turned around and bent over his desk the next second. His hot body is pressing into yours, fingers tangled in your hair, pushing onto the back of your head and stuffing your face into a pile of ungraded tests. He's caging you in, hard dick pressing into your ass. "Seems like somebody needs to teach you a lesson."

Is it so wrong that his words and movements get you wet? That you rub your butt against where his crotch is pressing against it and moan when it pushes against your clothes cunt? Is it so fucking wrong that being handled like this, especially by professor Zweig, turns you on?

"Fucking slut." he spits, his free hand quickly balling up the fabric of your skirt and tugging it up, revealing your round ass to himself. "You enjoy playing it dirty, don't you? Pissing me off so bad."

"You're so easy to mess with." you giggle, grinding your crotch back into his erection.

"And you're a dirty whore that needs to be put into place." Patrick tugs onto your hair in demonstration, making you arch your back and moan once again. Fuck. His pants are so fucking tight he needs to rip them off and bury his dick in your dirty pussy.

"Mhm." you nod, a naughty smile practically glowing on your face. "Yes. Teach me a lesson, professor."

The way you say it awakens something deep and primal within Patrick, something incredibly dirty and vulgar, not worthy of a professor, that needs to be released immediately. He takes your stupid teasing as a clear sign of consent, so it's no surprise when he pulls your panties off and slides his cock into your slick, wet cunt.

Fuck. You're so tight, the way you clench around him, the way you move as well and let him bury the full length inside you. You are everything he has imagined you to be and even better, ten, hundred times better, exceeding all his imaginations.

He pounds into you with all the anger in his body, holds onto your hair so tightly that he might rip a few strands out, but he doesn't care. Not when he has the access to your pretty pussy, when he has you bent over his own desk and is fucking you in his own office. This is a dream, better than every single book he has read before, better than Lolita or The Cement Garden, even better than 120 Days Of fucking Sodom.

"Fuck. You're so good." he groans into your ear, laying his chest onto your back. "Pretty fucking pussy."

You nod, moaning when his dick hits the spongy spot in your cunt. He's so good too. Better than good. "Don't stop."

Something between a chuckle and a moan slips past his lips and it goes straight into your brain, the dirtiness of the situation only fuelling your arousal. "You're so dirty, aren't you? Dirty little girl."

"Says you." you snicker lazily, fingers wrapping around the edge of the desk to hold onto. "Dirty fucking professor."

"Say it again?"

"What?"

"Prof - fuck - say it."

Oh, so he likes that. You're definitely gonna exploit that knowledge as much as possible. "Mhm, fuck me, professor."

It makes Patrick go insane, mind fuzzy and clouded only by your tight, warm cunt and the stupidly high sound of your voice reminding him who he is. Thank god the door is locked, because if anyone was to walk in on you two and witness this mess, he'd definitely be fired. His life would be fucking hell but he's willing to risk all of that for you. For your pretty pussy.

You take him so well, so fucking well, and manage to stay cocky and full of yourself. Oh lord, how he despises you. If he wasn't fucking you at the moment, he'd pull you over his lap and spank you until you're a whiny, sobbing mess begging him to stop. You deserve to be punished, to be showed where you belong, not fucked and made love to.

"Mhm, professor, yeah. Right there." your voice is like honey, caressing his ears and pushing him forward. His dick is buried so deep in your cunt, he really doesn't wanna pull out. But he knows he has to, because there's no way he'd risk making you pregnant during your first sex.

"Fuck. I wanna cum in you." he announces, biting into your shoulder to silence his moans.

"Don't you fucking dare." you hiss, eyes rolling onto the back of your head as the muscles of your stomach tighten, orgasm quickly approaching. "I'll kill you if you do."

The dirtier you talk, the more he wants to slap you. "Dirty little bitch."

You're both a mess of moans and limbs, clothes sticking to your skin, high pitched sounds filling the room. All the papers on his desk are crumpled and scattered all over the floor, everything's a fucking mess but somehow, you both love it this way.

"Fuck... I'm gonna- Call me that again."

"Professor."

Patrick pulls out just in time to cum all over your ass and thighs, the final slip of the pink tip over the walls of your cunt evoking an orgasm of your own. It drips down your thighs, the mix of both your and his cum sticking to your skin. But you couldn't care less, as his body collapses onto yours, the heavy weight pressing you into the wood of the desk. Damn. This was, by far, the best sex of your life.

[hawkp]

imagine this Sam Seaborn

friends with this Josh Lyman

[tastefulbean]

MY MD FIC IS FINALLY HERE!!

All the human au art I made finally has context now lol

[timaeusterrored]

My lil college au dreams came true! I got to comm the amazing @chaaistheanswer for my boys. She was so kind and amazing and truly brought them to life🥺💕

I think this made me fall in love with it again.

Art by: @chaaistheanswer

[lovelycupid47]

Yandere! Kim Taehyung College AU! One-shot

a/n: This is my first fan fiction in a while. I'm trying to get the storyline readable and not cringe. So, if it does, I'm sorry

pairing: yandere!college student! Taehyung x college student! female reader.

TW: manipulation, slight abuse, and one swear word.

Everyone was jealous of you. They envied you. The reason is your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung. Your boyfriend was the most handsome, kind, loyal, and perfect man that every girl wished they had. Your boyfriend made sure that everyone knew that he belonged to you. Always staying by your side, blatantly ignoring any girl that tries to flirt with him, leaving hickeys every time you stay over in his dorm, deleting any messages from women that would try to seduce him, and even tattooing your name on his collarbone. Yet it has become overwhelming for you.

You met him in your first year of college. You were struggling to make friends and were finding adjustment a little difficult. It wasn’t until you met him through a classmate who invited you over to a club. You guys hit off great. You thought he was such a gentleman and handsome guy that befriending had become easy. Oh, how so wrong were you? 

Taehyung thought you were amazing and beautiful. Seeing your smile created a spark in his stomach that he didn’t want to go away. When he saw you in the sunlight, he believed that you were an angel that was sent to him since you were so perfect for him. He was so perfect for you. He knew he had to have you, so he asked you for your number and you being naive, said yes.

It started with texting each other every single day to daily luncheons to dating by the end of your freshmen semester. You guys were the perfect couple and everyone on campus knew you two could never be separated. It’s not like you want to separate. It's more like he doesn’t want to at ALL be separated away from you. At first, it was lovely and sweet, but your friends started noticing some signs that weren’t so lovely. 

“I thought you told Taehyung, you are spending time with the girls.” One of your blonde friends, Nayeon, said.

“I did, but you know him. He gets really anxious when I don’t text him back over 30 minutes.” You defended. 

“Isn’t that a little too much? He has been nonstop texting you since you sat down.” Your Burnett friend, Jihyo, questioned.

“Yeah, but he has really bad anxiety, so if I don’t text him quick enough, there is a chance he can get a panic attack. Last time, I forgot to text him before my test and he ended up calling me 20 times and left 50 messages about if I was okay and if I was in danger.” 

Both of your friends looked at each other wearily and back at you who was oblivious to how manipulative it sounded. Taehyung had never acted like this before, especially since they had known him longer than you. They've seen his previous relationships, and he never acted that way with any of the girls. This raised concerns among the girls and gave them a slight suspicion of something that wasn’t right. Since then they started observing you guys interaction in public. 

What they noticed was how subtly possessive he could get. It started with just grabbing your hand and never letting go unless you need to use both hands. They saw how he would beg for your attention when you were talking to another guy. The worst of all is the death stare he would give to any guy or girl who tries to flirt with you. Instead of voicing their concerns to you, they kept quiet. 

You, Taehyung, and your friend group decided to go eat out since exams were over. It was a moment to destress and eat/drink all of their worries away. It was going so perfectly until your boyfriend took it too far. 

“Who are you texting?” Taehyung asks.

“Oh a relative, they are wondering if I’m coming home during break.” You proclaimed. Out of nowhere, you felt arms wrapping around you and a sudden whine.

“Who told you you can leave me alone? Who is going to cuddle with me at night then? What about our morning breakfast together? You can't leave your boyfriend here by himself.” He whined out loud. Usually, this behavior would be cute to your friends, but now it has become really annoying. 

“You can wait a couple of months without her. It's not like she dying,” Nayeon mumbled, head down and moving her food around. 

“No, that is a crime. I need the love of my life with me at all times. She is my other half.” He defended while slightly glaring at her. 

“Well, have you ever thought that maybe giving her space?” Jihyo argued back with the same glare intensity as him. “It becomes overwhelming when you don’t leave her side, especially when she needs to use the restroom.”

You didn’t like where this was going, especially since it started raising some tension on the table. “Are you tired of me, baby?” Taehyung pouted pulling his most unforgiving puppy dog's eyes. The eyes he knew that you can’t say no to. 

“O-of course not!” You defended, “I would never think like that because I know how much it affects you, and you know how much I love you. I-I love the affection you give me.”

“Yeah, it is endearing, but Taehyung, it does become overwhelming even for us when all you talk about is Y/N. We get it, you are a hopeless romantic and are head over heels, but hearing about it even when she is not with us is getting really annoying.”Jungkook, Taehyung’s best friend, retorted. He heard from both Nayeon and Jihyo how Taehyung doesn’t set boundaries and is always in your space. At first, he didn’t believe it, but he started paying attention and saw what the other two girls were mentioning. Whenever Jungkook and Taehyung hang out with other guys, Taehyung is always gushing about how pretty and wonderful you are. Then he would be stuck on his phone texting you instead of talking to them. There was even one-time Taehyung yelled at Jimin, a close friend of theirs, for telling Taehyung that he could do so much better than you and that you were just going to be a college fling that he would forget about in the future. Jungkook remembered that day being the only time he saw Taehyung almost get physical with someone. The rage he saw in Taehyung’s eyes was something he could never forget and would haunt him in his sleep. 

Taehyung didn’t say anything. He was looking down at his lap staying silent making you even more worried. “Guys, I understand your concerns, but I don’t mind it. Besides, you guys are not considering his separation anxiety. I thought you guys knew about his trauma. So, leave him alone, please.” You begged, it hurts seeing your boyfriend being judged by the people he trusted the most. 

“Y/N, he doesn’t have separation anxiety. He just saying that so you can feel pity for him. I asked his mom two days ago and she said he never experienced any trauma.” Nayeon bickered. At that, it was Taehyung’s last straw. He stood up and grabbed your hand. “We will be leaving. Seeing as none of you guys support our relationship.” And you both left the restaurant without listening to your friend’s protest. 

The car back to your dorm was silent. No words were coming out of him. You tried lightening the mood, but all you got was one-word answers. It was concerning to you because you never saw him like this. It has been close to two years since you guys started dating, and you have never seen this side of him. Yes, there were also arguments between you, but he was always the one asking for forgiveness whenever you made a move to leave the room.  This is something that can actually take a turn in your relationship. 

Once at your dorm room, it was just you and him. Your roommate already left back home once exams were finished, so you had the room all to yourself before you headed back home. “Y/N. Give me your phone.” Taehyung demanded in his monotonous voice. A voice he avoids using on you. He was standing by your bed while you were still near the door.

“Why? Can we talk about what happened back at the restaurant first?” You questioned. In the car, you thought about what Nayeon said. Was it true? Were you being lied to?

“I don’t want to talk about it. Especially with people that want to separate us. Now give me your phone.” He extended his hand out expecting you to oblige to his demand, but you were hesitant.

“Those people are our friends. They weren’t trying to separate. They are just concerned for my well-being because you can become overbearing!” Yeah, you were mad at your friends for ganging up on your boyfriend, but they were your only friends since Freshman year. Besides them, no one wanted to be your friend for some odd reason.

“So you agree with them. You can’t stand being with me... Am I annoying you with my love, babe? Is my affection and love something you don’t like? Do you not love me anymore? D-do you hate me?” Taehyung gave you the most heartbreaking expression that you have ever seen. 

“Taehyung, you know that is not what I mean.”

“Really? Because it sounds like you don’t love me anymore. Is it because Jihyo and Nayeon are brainwashing you to stop loving me.” He started advancing towards you.

“They have nothing to do with this Tae.” You started slowly backing away.

“They have everything to do with this since they started the whole thing. Obviously, they are trying to persuade you to leave me. Unless…” He had you against the wall while gripping your shoulders tightly. 

“Are you cheating on me with Jungkook? After all, he is the only man you interact with and he was quick to make sure to separate you from me.” He was staring straight into your eyes which were diluted with anger while his grip on you was tightening every second. 

“Taehyung you are hurting me! You are jumping to a conclusion. There is nothing going on with me and Jungkook, okay? You know that I love you and only, so why would I want Jungkook.” You try reasoning with him, but it seems like nothing is getting to him.

“Prove it. Block them.” He declared, and from the expression on his meant he was serious. 

“Block them? Do you mean our friends? The one that has been with us since the beginning? Taehyung this is getting out of hand.” You tried getting out of his grip but he ended up digging his nails into your skin.

“The friends that got us in this argument. The same friends that insulted me in front of you, your boyfriend. The same friends that made fun of my condition, Y/N. What about the time that they picked on your outfit because it was too childish? What about the time they talked shit behind your back and yet you forgave them. You know and I know that they are the toxic ones, so I’m going to ask you one more time. Block. Them. Or help me god I will do it for you.” You were helpless because you knew he was speaking facts and you couldn’t argue back. To you they were facts, but to him, they were lies that he made up and manipulated to make sure you believed him. You defeatedly handed your phone that was buzzing with missed calls from your friends. 

He grabbed it and blocked your friends on your phone and any other social media platforms. He wanted to make sure that none of them had any contact with you. Heck, he would even make sure that they don’t even be in the same room with you. 

“See, was that hard.” He cupped your face with his veiny hands and kissed your tears away. You didn’t know you were crying until you felt his lips on your eyelids.

“Don’t worry. We have each other. Isn’t that enough? We can be even more affectionate without the nagging people insulting us.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders while you wrapped your arms around his waist. His head was lying on top of yours while swaying you both from side to side. 

“It is me and you against the world. Forever.” If only you saw the smirk he had on his face, you wouldn’t be nuzzling his neck.

[jamiethebeeart]

College Intern Jazz Fenton

[fluffypotatey]

y’all help i’ve got two hangster x twister aus haunting my brain and one is mostly silly and fun while the other is angsty Bradley character study

[poopiefart420]

So when i said i was gonna make Ozai and Ursa as 2000s baddies i meant it

(ursa is the only one with a actual 2000s outfit, ozai is just whatever. Ursa deserves it more than he does it’s payback for his war crimes)

[queenusagiblog]

unnamed au...

[freakshowtwopointoh]

finished the vague outline for next to normal (college au) - heres some select chapter covers for ~vibes~

and im mostly done w the next chapter of all ive ever known

[cyberdragoninfinity]

gleefully taking arc-v characters, picking them up putting them in kansas putting them in college shaking the jar observing them like an ant farm etc etc etc

[mariejordans]

when gen v ends next week i vote we all just collectively rewatch sky high and have a sky high renaissance or something idk

[euphorajeon]

crooked frames | kth

— pairing: photography student!tae x reader

— genre: fluff | college au

— word count: 0.3k

— warnings: nothing! just tae and oc being sweet together.

— summary: crooked frames, blurry backgrounds, messy lights—taehyung loves you through them all.

— author's note: a love (and all of its complications) drabble.

masterlist

The weight of the camera in your hands is unfamiliar, the black object more of your boyfriend’s expertise than yours. The strap around your neck ensures its safety as you tilt the camera to look at its viewfinder. Taehyung’s face fills your vision, the finger you have on the shutter pressing down slowly to capture it as a click is heard.

“See? Not so hard, is it?” Your boyfriend grins, covering your hands around the camera in his to look at the picture you just took. “Now you just do that as you follow me around town.”

You frown. “Take pictures of you while walking?” There’s an unsure lilt in your voice. “What if I tripped? Stumble on thin air? Then I fall and break your camera? No, no, I can’t do that, Taehyung.”

“You won’t, Love.” The nickname sounds calming coming from his lips. “Now let’s go!”

You’re not sure why Taehyung asks you to be the person behind the camera for this project, as most of the pictures you take only consists of his back with the bustling city around both of you serving as the background. Your angles are awkward and the composition of the picture is all over the place, you feel bad that Taehyung has to sort through this when you go back home later.

He stops walking abruptly and turns to look at you, and you almost drop the camera in shock. A click is heard from the shutter, and you’re sure the result would be a blurry mess of lights, your boyfriend’s face distorted into some weird shape.

“You okay?” Taehyung chuckles, stabilizing the camera in your hands. You nod distractedly while looking at the most recent picture, a crooked frame focused on Taehyung’s figure while the background blurs around him.

“Hey, that’s a nice shot.” Taehyung’s face is giddy as he examines the picture. “You’re good at this, Love.”

“It’s crooked, Tae.”

“No one said photos can’t be crooked.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “I like it.”

Taehyung continues scrolling through the pictures for a few seconds before patting the top of your head affectionately. “My personal lovely photographer.”

And as he gives you that boxy smile of his, you think you and your crooked pictures are fine. Taehyung likes them, and he loves you. That’s all that matters.

— a/n: thanks for reading! tell me your thoughts here :)

[emry-stars]

Five letters?

(more modern college au wip)