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shutit-haha · 6 months

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LowIron S/0- K.Bakugo

Because it's no secret Katsuki's my favorite and I was blessed with this wonderful ask.

@milfinthemaking74

Ok so maybe you weren't the most the organized person ever. But really some of that 'out to be blamed on Katsuki I mean he just enabled you so much.

"The hell's the matter with you," although it was a growl you didn't take it that way. He nudged you gently when your head fell onto his shoulder, leaning all your weight up against him.

"Forgot to take my pills," the nasty ones. You know. You know.

"The hell's wrong with you!?" He pulled you down to some random lunch table snarling at the people sitting there. So what if he didn't fuck ask first they could kiss his-

"You didn't remind me," the two of you sat face to face, straddling the bench. "And they're so nasty." And you have to take them twice a day or drink the nasty shit.

"I-" He felt like his mouth had gone dry, he had failed you in a way. "Shit I forgot-"

"It's not your fault I should have remembered," you were giggling. Why the fuck were you giggling.

"Ill get you somethin'" he flagged down Mina and Kirishima from the lunch line. It was this very action that caused the rest of the people at the table to leave. Frankly they were tired of the bullshit, and your dick of a boyfriend didn't care that he was being rude.

"OoOoh you're looking kind of pale," Mina had sat down right across from you. She leaned in real close to take in your eyes and the skin surrounding them, she then leaned out to look at the rest of you.

"You're being dramatic," you shook your head lightly only for your vision to spot. Instinctively your hand shot up to grab hold of Katsuki's shoulder.

"You alright?"

"Lightheaded," you mumbled.

"I heard strawberries good for that stuff," that was Sero who had taken Mina's place. The pink woman had moved to sit on the other side of you. "I think I should have some..." Sero paused when he noticed Kaminari was eating them. "What the hell are you doing!"

"They're sweet-" His mouth was stuffed with them, lips red from the juice.

"Shut up," there was Katsuki yelling. "You all are too fucking loud." He looked you in the eyes, serious yet gentle. "Drink some water and wait here with Shitty hair." He rose from his seat but didn't leave till the redhead came and took his spot. "I'm gonna run back to the dorms and get your shit."

"It's not that serious, besides I think they're supposed to be timed."

Your boyfriend wasn't listening to you anymore, instead he had turned his attention to the rest of the group. "Make sure that she eats somthin' if she takes those thing without eating she'll blow chunks."

Your face wrinkled with disgust, "you didn't have to say that part."

He bent down to speak to you, "who's taking care of you? Me right? So I get to emberrass you, 'specailly when I'm doin' shit like this."

"You're supposed to take care of me," you grabbed at his school uniform always wanting his warmth.

"I want to take care of you," he kissed behind your ear. "Be back."

The second it happened you weren't as sweet or delicate. You were pissed, absolutely fuming. "Dammit," you threw the bar down on the mat. All the head in the gym swiveled to look at you, some glares, some frieghtful.

"What," then there was Katsuki casual as ever. You couldn't lift his weight yet and don't think you'll ever be able too, but it'd be cool if you could. Just imagine picking up your big ass boyfriend and sitting him on top of the counter.

"My knees fucking gave out on me," you unwrapped the athletic tape around your wrist.

"You're lifting too damn much."

"It's my first set! I just fucking picked it up!"

"Watch your tone with me," he capped the water he was drinking from. You pursed your lips and sighed, taking the bottle from his hands so you could drink from it. "What's the weight?"

"What I normally lift."

"You did a warm-up?"

"With you," you sighed. You brought the water bottle up to your lips to take a sip, watching as he checked the weights you were just lifting.

"Lightheaded?" He crossed his arms, his wife beater ending where his black sweats started.

You nodded, shifting when his analytical gaze moved from the weights to you. "Period," he placed a warm calloused hand un your uncovered stomach. Your muscles clenched under his touch as if trying to escape him.

"Katsuki," you hissed at him, swatting at his large hand.

"Jus' a question," he grinned amusingly.

"Think it might just be my anemia," you shrugged.

"Wanna head home?"

"Nah I'll just try other exercises or...." or what? You're at the gym. "Or sit and watch you I guess," your smile had clearly fallen.

"We'll go home," he grabbed your hand, picking up the bar with the other.

"Two hands with that babe," you let him go. "We don't have to go home."

He kind of just stood there staring at where your hand used to be, it was as if he had lost something close. Then there was this dramatic look of betrayal when he saw you standing there behind him. You had let go of him. Over gym equipment. You let go of him over gym equipment. "Give me your damn hand or I'm beating you with this," he half flexed the bar.

"That's domestic violence," you then gasped, "and after I told you I felt weak."

He snatched up your hand, "got people staring," he grumbled. "After I told you I felt weak," he mocked. Even with him being high pitched his voice was still way too low to be yours. "Fuckin' ingrate, dumbass." More grumbling, "it's my first set," more mocking.

"Katsu-"

His head whipped around to glare at you.

"I'm sorry I let go of your hand," you were bashful now. All sweet and coy.

"Next time your cold," brief pause to add some weight. "I'm not laying with you."

"That's not fair," you whined as you followed behind him. The two of you were an odd pair; this pouty muscular guy and some whiny chick in a sports bra.

Anemia didn't always hold you back, most times you forget all about it. It just had this way of showing up at the wring times. It's rear it's ugly head for all to see in a moment that was supposed to be yours. Sometimes- on those really rare occasions it made moments all that more wonderful. Like that one winter.

It was picturesque, first snow, sunset flickering on the streetlights. You were freezing, your teeth were chattering, body shivering and the winds today were so unforgiving. "I told you to bring an extra jacket," Bakugo unzipped his coat, sliding it off.

"I couldn't find any." You slid on his coat, leaning into his side when he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Yours will work."

He pinched your hip, "very fuckin' funny." The ash blonde sighed, puffs of air cascading from his nostrils. "Means we gotta do laundry."

You shrugged, "Yeah I guess." You narrowed in on the angry red sun setting in the winter sky. "Hey Katsuki?"

He only grunted in response, the lower half of his face hidden behind a scarf. He had dressed himself really well today, the shirt, the fleece, the jeans. You had then tweaked your outfit to match at least one of his colors.

"Your eyes look like the sun." When he looked at you you were already staring at him. "I think you might just be it," though you were speaking your gaze seemed so distant. It was startling in a sense, he was afraid he's break this memory, this feeling that swept over the two of you with the wind. Katsuki Bakugo felt like a bull in a china shop and it was frightening because the shop held your priceless porcelain heart.

"You emit this heat and light that- without there'd be no life. You're always a sunny day to me," you smiled brightly. "And you have this pull- it's gravitational, I can't help but get sucked in. Without you there to paint my sky I think I'd be lost. And you're definitely made of stardust, because you're there in every breath I breathe."

His face was pink and it wasn't from the cold. "Don't-" How the hell was he supposed to reply to that!? "Don't say sappy shit like that," he shoved at your face. He could feel your laughter under his palm, your erratic breaths and the way your lips moved.

"But why? I love you," more laughter.

"You know I'm not good with this shit."

You moved your head so that you could still look at him. "Katsuki," your hands reached for him. Luckily he resigned dropping his hand from your face and leaning into your touch. "You don't have to say anything back, I just wanted to. I want you to know I love you, and how much."

He kissed you. It was rough in the sense that his face literally slammed in to yours. It wasn't slow, or tender, it wasn't a soft kind of loving. It was instantaneous, something you had to catch by chance and further more experience. If that didn't define your relationship then webster needed to be out of business. It was aggressive but endearing, once you were past the pain though it was all bliss.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #x reader #fluff #anemia #low iron

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xaiblood · 9 months

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Taekwondo and School

A/N: Tap here if you want read part one.

You two sat down, you drinked your water while Taehoon drink his water, but he stared at you. You sighed, "Stop looking at me with those eyes, Taehoon."

"What eyes?" he shrugged, pretended he didn't stared at you earlier. But he did, he was staring at you just now. You just sighed again, and you just looked at Taehoon's friends—Hobin, Jjiksae, and Gaeul.

You could see, they were talking to the viewers. Several times you can hear people sending donations via superchat, you bet that was Taehoon's fangirls based on what you heard Hobin read the contents of the chat in the donation.

You admited that Taehoon had handsome and pretty face at the same time, so that was obivious he had many fans.

You whistled while elbowed his right arm, "Damn, man ... You've many fans. You will make a lot of money from your channel later," you chuckled. "Next time, take me when you're broadcasting live, I'm sure there will be lots of people watching." you said with serious tone but you were joking.

Suddenly, you heard Jjiksae called your name and Taehoon. "Someone ask you two, they ask about ... 'Since when can you be close friends? We didn't know that the two Taekwondo athletes were friends'. Well, what do you say?"

You curled your hair with your finger, "A long time ago, I saw a boy in the class when I was about to sleeping in the class." you answered with honestly.

"Yeah, you're a sleepyhead until now, [Name]." he commented your answer.

"A sleepyhead?"

"Oh! I once saw her sleeping straight after a competition on live television."

"She was tired after her competition that day."

"But she's still cute tough🥺"

"[Name]'s simp^"

"Just look at you, Taehoon's simp^"

You rolled your eyes, "Atleast, I didn't sleep during art class," you gritted your teeth. He just shrugged his shoulders.

▪︎🌱

This morning, your body felt fitter than before, and your mood wass good. You went to school with a happy feeling. You hummed you favorite song while you walked.

But, you felt someone walked beside you, that was Seong Taehoon, he walked with you. You just silent and turned your head to the street.

Just you, Taehoon, and the silent morning in the street.

You took your smartphone from your pocket, then you spoke to Taehoon, "Man, I hope I can skip the history class ..." you annoyed with history class that bored you to death. "I mean, why are the girls still listening to the new teacher while listening to his babbling?!" you added.

He shrugged, "Maybe he has something that steal their attention," he replied.

"His face?"

"I think yes."

"Really? He has handsome face, but he's literly 40 years old!" you rubbed your hair, "How could they—" you groaned.

Taehoon raised an eyebrow, "I thought you're attracted to old guys, you like guys younger than you?" he snickered.

You shooked your head, "Nah, I like someone same age as me." you whistled.

"Oh yes, I like someone who often calls me 'Bookworm'," you chuckled. Your head turned toward him; he stood behind you, frozen there with an incredulous look fixed on you.

You grinned, "What? Hurry up, we have history class." you walked toward him and hold his hand. You pulled him to ran toward your school which was near. "I don't forgive you if you're make us late for our class." You giggled.

Taehoon? He just followed you as you hold his hand. He felt his heart pounded and his face warmer than usual, is it because of your action or his feeling toward you?

Uh, oh~ Someone feel in love.

#seong taehoon x reader #seong taehoon #how to fight #htf #viral hit #manhwa

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cicimunson · 2 years

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Dollhouse

So this fic may be confusing to follow, my brain is always all over the place and my ideas don’t always make sense, but I’m going to try my best to explain. So basically, you’re Max’s older sister. Billy is still alive, and is a complete ass in this story. You don’t live in the trailer park. Your family is kind of…snooty? Well, your parents are, when they’re actually in town. You also have a little sister, Sarah, who is four. In this story, Chrissy doesn’t exist. You’re Jason’s girlfriend, but you’re not Chrissy, if that makes sense. I’m not sure if I’m going to incorporate any of the season 4 drama into this story, or if this is more like an AU where none of that happens. I hope that doesn’t confuse anyone, let me know if I need to clarify more or if you have any questions! Also, you’re 18 and Eddie is 20 in this story.

Characters: Reader as Y/N Mayfield, Max Mayfield, Eddie Munson, Jason Carver, OC Sarah Mayfield. (There will be more added to this list.)

Pairings: ReaderxJason/ ReaderxEddie

Warnings: Drug use, physical and verbal abuse. (More will be added)

Word Count: 2k

Part 2 3 4 5 6 7

You never meant to fall for Eddie Munson. You never saw it coming. Honestly, no one did. It became a Hawkins High scandal, especially when you two got caught doing what you were doing in the woods…you know what, let’s start at the beginning.

“As long as you’re into band, or science, or parties.”

You turn to see Eddie Munson standing on a cafeteria table, yelling loudly. He points to where you and the other athletes are sitting.

“Or a game where you toss BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS!”

Your boyfriend shoots to his feet. “You want something, freak?”

Eddie grins wickedly and makes a guttural noise, sticking out his tongue and making devil horns behind his ears. You fight the urge to laugh.

Jason balls up his fists.

Damn it. Not today.

You stand as well, sliding an arm around his waist. “Jason, baby, don’t you know you’re not supposed to feed the animals?” You tease, kissing his cheek.

His jaw twitches but his hands relax. “I can’t stand that freak.” He mutters.

“Come on, finish your sandwich before we have to get to class. Don’t waste your time with that mess.” You tug him back to the table. He sits back down and resumes his conversation with his teammates, seemingly calm for now.

You pick at your food, barely listening to what your friends are talking about. The party last weekend, the team they’re playing tonight, none of it strikes you as interesting. You just smile and nod when you’re supposed to.

No one notices that your head is another place, or if they do, no one cares enough to mention it. Jason doesn’t even pick up on it.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel someone staring at you. You glance around at your friends, but none of them are looking your way.

You can tell someone is watching you. You look from table to table, your gaze coming to a stop at the “freaks” section.

Eddie Munson is staring at you. He almost looks…concerned?

Can he tell I’m not myself? Can he sense it somehow?

He raises an eyebrow and you look away from him, but find your eyes drifting back towards his table.

He’s not bad-looking, you know. He’s got that whole grungy thing going on, but his hair is clean and his smile is…he’s smiling at me.

The corners of your lips tug upward and you find yourself smiling back at him. He winks, and you feel your cheeks flush.

“Babe? You okay?” Jason slings an arm around your shoulders.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired. I was up late practicing the routine for tonight.”

He kisses your temple. “You’re gonna be amazing. You always are.”

You nod and peck his lips. “I’m gonna run to the lady’s room before class, okay? Save me a seat.”

You dump your food into the trash and set your tray on the counter, heading for the hall. You can’t resist looking back over your shoulder. Eddie is still watching you, his eyes meeting yours once more. He glances down and smiles to himself, then looks back up at you and winks again.

To your surprise and his too, you wink back and even wiggle your fingers in a friendly wave before leaving the room.

__________

You stay late after school to go over the routine with your cheer mates a few more times before heading home. You’re barely in the door before your step-brother grabs your arm and pushes you into the wall.

“You’re fucking late.”

“I told you I had practice. The game is tonight.” You wince but don’t dare try to pull out of his grasp.

“And I told you that I wasn’t going to watch the kid all night. The little bitch got into my stash.”

Oh my God, no.

“Is she okay? Where is she?” You try to push past him. “Billy, where the fuck is she?”

“Watch your mouth when you speak to me. She’s asleep.”

“Did she put anything in her mouth? Did she take something? Let me go check on her, please.”

“She didn’t. She spilled my weed everywhere. A whole half ounce on the goddamn carpet.”

“She’s just a kid, she didn’t mean to.” You will yourself not to cry out as he squeezes your arm tighter.

“I don’t give two fucks, Y/N. She’s your responsibility. Her mistakes are your mistakes. That means-” He jerks you toward him and you stumble. “That means you owe me. And I want an entire ounce to make up for my troubles.”

“I have no idea where to get drugs, Billy.”

That’s not entirely true. You had friends that had bought weed off Eddie. You never joined in or tagged along when they made their transactions, but you knew from word-of-mouth that he had a steady supply.

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something. I want it and I want it tonight.”

“The game is tonight, Billy. The championship game. I can’t miss it.”

“Like I said, you’ll figure it out.” He finally releases his grip on your arm. “Take the brat with you. And when Max gets home, she can go too. I need some peace and quiet.”

You nod and he saunters down the hall, slamming his bedroom door. You hurriedly peek into your sister’s room. She’s curled up in the middle of the bed, sucking her thumb.

I bet he yelled at her when she spilled his weed. Fucking asshole.

You sit in the kitchen and try to study, waiting for Max to come home. A half hour later, she comes barging through the front door.

“Shh. Billy is trying to sleep.”

“It’s five in the afternoon.” She rolls her eyes.

“You and Sarah are coming to the game with me tonight, okay? He needs a break.”

“From sitting on his ass?” She retorts, grabbing orange juice out of the fridge and taking a long swig from the carton.

“Glass, Maxine, please. And please don’t argue.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine. But I hate basketball.”

You giggle. “You and me both.”

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After the game, you’re walking through the parking lot with your friends, Jason and his teammates, and your sisters. You see Eddie’s van sitting at the edge of the lot. He’s standing outside of it, smoking and talking to some of his friends.

This is my chance.

“Jason, can you drop the girls off at home?”

He frowns. “You aren’t coming with?”

“I need to run back inside and grab some stuff from my locker. Don’t worry, I’ll meet you with you at the party.”

“We can wait on you.” Max offers and you give her a pointed look, signaling for her to shut up.

“It’s fine, I’m gonna talk to my friend Erica, too. She cheers for the other team. Sarah is exhausted, she shouldn’t have to wait.”

Almost on cue, Sarah yawns. Bless this child.

Jason kisses you. “You’re not trying to get out of the party, right?”

I wish.

You shake your head. “No, of course not. I’m excited about it.”

He kisses you again and helps your sisters into his car. “Don’t be late.”

“I won’t.” You promise. You turn and act like you’re heading back into the school. Once Jason’s car is out of sight, you double back and make a beeline for Eddie’s van.

He looks bewildered when you approach him, his friends even more so.

“Hi.” is all you come up with.

He snorts. “Uh, you lost?”

“No, I, uh, that is…can we speak privately?”

“Oooh.” one of the boys taunts and you shoot him a death stare.

“Guys, great campaign tonight. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He waves a hand dismissively.

Once they’re out of earshot, you turn back to him.

“Sorry to interrupt your conversation. I just don’t need anyone to hear this.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You good?”

“I need weed.” You blurt.

He stares at you for a minute, then chuckles and leans against the side of his van.

“You didn’t have to clear them out for that. They know I deal, and they know not to say anything.”

“Yeah, well, the less people that know my personal business, the better.”

“I’m just saying, they wouldn’t have said anything.”

“Right. Anyways, how much for an ounce?”

“An ounce? That’s an awful lot of weed. What’s it for?”

“There’s a party tonight.” You lie easily. “‘My turn to buy.”

He shakes his head. “First off, hardly any of your friends smoke. The ones that do have already bought from me this week. Secondly, there’s no way in hell that your boyfriend, Mr. Popular, would let you buy drugs for a party. In fact, if he even sees us talking, my ass is literal grass.”

Fuck, he’s smarter than I thought.

“Does it really matter what I need it for? You’re selling, I’m buying. Do you have to know all the details?”

“Absolutely, I do.” He says solemnly. “You could be a cop.”

Oh, he’s got jokes.

“You’ve known me since middle school, Munson. I’m definitely not a cop.”

“Okay, so maybe you’re a plant. Working for the fuzz.”

“Do you even hear yourself talk? I think the weed has made you paranoid.”

He grins. “Maybe. Still, my conscience is telling me that this is a bad idea.”

“Tell your conscience to mind it’s own fucking business.”

His eyes widen. “Oh wow, she uses foul language. I’m speechless.”

“Look, I’d love to stand around and banter back and forth all night, but unfortunately, I have other plans. So, can you sell to me or not?”

He cocks his head to the side and studies your face for what seems like forever. You’re about to give up and walk away when he sighs. “I don’t have an ounce on me. I can sell you half an ounce tonight, meet you tomorrow with the other half.”

“No, no, I need it all tonight.”

“You’re not going to smoke a half ounce before tomorrow morning, trust me.”

“I don’t do drugs.” You snap, offended. “It’s not for me.”

His eyes narrow. “And I don’t deal to people that are buying for other people. Tell whatever friend of yours you’re trying to score for that they can come to me directly.” He turns to leave.

You grab his arm before you even realize you’ve done it. “Eddie, please. I know you don’t know me and you certainly don’t owe me any favors, but I can’t go home without that ounce. Please.”

He looks down at where your hand is gripping his jacket. You follow his gaze, letting go of him instantly.

“Sorry.” You mumble. “I’m just…I’m desperate.”

His eyes bore into yours. They’re so dark and intense it makes you shiver. It’s like he can see right through you, and he knows something is wrong.

He sighs again. “Look, I really don’t have that much with me. If you absolutely have to have it tonight, you’ll have to ride with me to my place. I have more there.”

“Go to…go to your place? Like, your house?”

“We can’t all afford houses, Y/N. I live in the trailer park.”

Great, now I sound snobby.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant-”

“Relax. I didn’t take offense.”

He opens the passenger door. “So, you in or out?”

You hesitate. You think about Billy waiting at home, and what he’ll do if you don’t come back with what you owe him. He’ll be furious and you’ll have to deal with his screaming, his banging on the walls, his fists-

“I’m in.”

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bluemoonshadow561 · 1 year

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On the Way, Part 1

"My stomach hurts," August whined, curling in on himself and pressing his forehead against the window of his brother’s Mercury Milan.

"I think I know what you might have," Roman said, speaking for the first time since throwing a tantrum over having to sit in the back, exaggerating how little leg room he had — that he needs to stretch because he’s an athlete, he gets cramped, he’s taller than August, waaahhhhh.

"What?" August asked.

"Being a little bitch disease." The way Roman delivered his idiotic go-to insult with such genuine satisfaction and contempt made my lips twitch into a smirk. I turned away so he wouldn’t see.

"Fuck you," August spat, flashing his middle finger as he shifted again in the passenger seat. I glanced over at him, catching a glimpse of his face before he let it droop down, curling in on himself. His usual sun kissed skin was pale tinged with green. I had the air on full blast, but beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead. I was preparing myself for when he’d inevitably puke, trying to make plans for how to handle the situation.

"You’ve got the bag I gave you?"

"Yeah. I’m not gonna throw up on Shelly."

"When are we stop-"

BANG! A bomb went off. That was my first thought. Then I thought we were in a wreck but we were still moving, erratically, swerving. A car laid on their horn. My instincts kicked in, and I hit the breaks, moving the wheel until we stopped on the shoulder.

"What the fuck?" Roman screamed.

"A tire blew out," I breathed, my heart pounding in my throat, my mind racing with the horror of almost killing myself and my brothers.

"Jesus," August whispered.

"Everyone okay?" I asked, but Roman was already getting out of the car. I opened my door and followed him out.

"Holy shit…" Roman remarked.

"God damn it," I sighed, trying to breathe through the anger boiling within me.

August opened the door and fell out onto the ground on his knees, groaning and clutching his stomach.

"What are we gonna do now?" Roman asked. "Can you fix it?"

"No," I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I have to call Triple A."

When I got off the phone, August was lying on the ground in fetal position, breathing rapidly and whimpering softly. I crouched next to him and laid my hand on his shoulder.

"You good?"

"I-"

He suddenly retched and lunged forward, vomiting onto the ground. I grimaced as I watched him heave and gag for the next ten or so minutes before finally wiping his mouth on his sleeve and standing up unsteadily to kick dirt and gravel over the puddle.

He stumbled, hunched over, back to the car and leaned heavily on the door, one arm wrapped around his middle, the other gripping the roof for support. He was swaying and his legs were trembling.

"Are you alright?" I asked. "Roman, get him a water."

"I don’t feel good."

I placed the back of my hand against his forehead, like Mom had done for me, like I had done for August and Roman on days when we came home from school and it was just the three of us until the dark hours of the morning. I cooked chicken noodle soup, coaxed thermometers under their tongues, grabbed extra blankets, wiped their noses, and read them stories until they fell asleep.

August’s skin was burning hot. I opened the door and sat him back down in the seat.

"Here." Roman handed him a bottle of water from the cooler. August struggled to twist the cap off with shaking and sweaty fingers. After Roman did it for him, he took one sip. He really did not look well.

"How long until the Triple A people get here ?" Roman asked.

"I don’t know."

"Should we call Mom?"

"She’s just gonna scream," August said through gritted teeth. "And she’ll scream when we’re late."

"Yeah…"

"Ow!" August cried out suddenly.

"What?" I asked.

"My stomach…" He doubled over, gasping. "…hurts...so fucking much."

"Where does it hurt?" I asked, crouching down to meet him at eye level. I wasn’t a doctor. There was nothing I could determine from knowing where the pain was. I knew vaguely that appendicitis caused a pain on your right side. That was about the extent of my knowledge.

"I don’t know," he said. "All over?"

——End of Part 1——

#emeto #vomiting #sickfic #emetophilia #puke

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kuumara · 1 year

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Mike Wheeler h♥tes rodents

Max, Lucas, El, Dustin, Mike and Will are hanging out at the all-new, premium Castle Byers. Well- Minus Will. He just excused himself and went to the Byers' house. This is happening more and more, ever since summer break started and they've all been hanging out 'til dark.

Mike doesn't like that. He wants to softly say goodnight to Will when the party all part ways for the night and they walk behind the others, in their own little world... Wants to hug him goodbye and linger for just a beat too long... And just generally be with him longer (yes, he has made up romantic scenarios about them. They won't be fictional for long, though, he thinks).

But now he can't, since Will leaves an hour earlier than everyone else. And if he said goodbye every time he excused himself- what would Will think? That Mike doesn't want to see him for the rest of the night and that he's rude. And Mike wants the opposite of that.

So, it's natural that when this happens tonight, he excuses himself as well to follow Will. The others give him a smug look. What?! Mom said I need to come early tonight. Shut up, Max!

As he's following Will to the house, he is barely catching up with him. Will is damn near sprinting. And Mike's never been the athletic type (Will is though, his brain smugly remarks. He can't get a break from all the teasing even in his own head!)

When Mike gets to the house, he's already lost Will. But he knows he went here. He heard doors closing. He knocks on the door. Joyce opens. Mike puts on his best good-boy impression, saying Will forgot something and Joyce is left charmed (It's not really all an act, Mike just says it is so others don't make fun of him) and lets him in. She says Will went to his bedroom.

"He's been very tired, since you guys run around all day! Don't work him too hard from now on," she says. Mike knows this is suspicious, Will's been the one to always drag them around town all day.

When Mike enters Will's room, quietly in case he really is just sleeping, and slowly in case Will has a- a girl over. As much as Mike hates to think about it, it's still not too far-fetched. I mean, they're 17 now. Mike wishes they were still 7. When he could hold Will's hand and not think too hard about it, when they could still share a bed at sleepovers. Not that Mike would mind it, or Will. The others might, however. Mike finally opens the door.

...there's a bunny on Will's bed. It's just sitting there. No sight of Will, just an open window. Maybe he went outside? I knew it, Mike thinks. He's got a girlfriend. I'm such a creep. Why did I ever thing it was okay for me to think about-

The bunny was staring at Mike, scared. It had thick brown fur, and it's ears were giant. Like, twice the length of the rabbit. Probably.

Mike stared back for a while. Then, he closed the door behind him, since Joyce is probably wondering why're they so quit for so long.

Mike came closer to the bunny, it still being scared. He stared at it suspiciously, kneeling down, leaning his elbows on Will's bed. Mike didn't know what to do.

So he just stared at it until he could hear the others' voices from outside the window, and decided to bolt. He didn't want them to see him and be suspicious.

The next time he saw the bunny, was when he and Will were having a sleepover a few weeks later. He hasn't forgotten about it, no, the opposite actually- he was watching Will very closely and asking him about... girls which had made Will look at him weird every time.

It was just them. Mike liked to have one-on-one time with Will, he was like a drug addict to his attention. They were just making up a premise for a new D&D campaign, when Mike had to go downstairs because his mom was calling him. Will laughed at him as Mike rolled his eyes, and when Mike came back up to his room, all excited to tell Will a joke he'd just remembered, there was no Will to be found. Just an open window and below it, the damn rabbit.

Alright now this was getting really suspicious. Will wouldn't've just left Mike! He's not like that-

The bunny started jumping around, and it was quite loud. The thumping of it's big feet is causing a ruckus, and Mike doesn't want someone to come in and see a rabbit instead of Will. So, he picks it up and tries to restrain it. The bunny goes limp the second Mike brings it to his chest, squeezing lightly. Mike got scared he suffocated the poor thing- but it was looking at him with big, cute eyes and Mike decided he liked rabbits now.

He waited by the open window for a while, and called Will over phone and walkie. No one picked up. Guess it's just him and the rabbit now, he sighed and scratched the fluffball, lazily lounging on Mike's bed.

Mike soon decided that it's not worth it, and closed the window. He'll give Will a piece of his mind in the morning. He covered himself with blankets, still sharing a bed with the rabbit. It basically never took it's eyes off him, and Mike covered it with the covers as well. Eventually, he fell asleep after hours of feeling like a schizophrenic patient.

It's morning now- the sun has just started to rise. Mike would never in his right mind wake up this early. But he didn't wake up voluntarily- low humming was filling the room, waking him up. Mike thought it was just his ears, but then from behind his back soft light started to glow. Mike, of course, got scared as shit and jumped to turn around. And where there was a bunny just last evening, there was something glowing under the covers.

The light eventually stopped, Mike staring there eyes and mouth wide open the whole time, and-

And Will peeked from underneath them. Mike almost screamed, but was too breathless for that.

Will smiled up at him nervously and apologetically. Mike was still laying there, breathless, facing Will.

A shirtless Will, to be exact. When Mike noticed that, he finally regained consciousness and became way too aware of the little bit of space between them- the bunny was small, but Will was a lot bigger than a bunny. Mike backed away with light-speed, and fell off the bed. Hitting his head on the night stand in the process.

"Jesus! Are you alright?!" Will leaned over the side of the bed. Mike was feeling dizzy, and he couldn't open his eyes- or his vision was black.

Will covered himself with a blanket and came to sit next to Mike. He lifted Mike's head up, gently feeling for blood or injury at the back of his head. And Mike was making nonsensical noises, which Will laughed at nervously.

"Wait- wait here," Will said now, rushing to get his clothes from his backpack. He put them on, despite Mike still being in the room with him. Then he went somewhere, and returned a moment later with a wet towel which he then held over the bump at the back of Mike's head.

That helped, and Mike could experience being held by Will in full consciousness. He was staring at him with wide, shocked (lovestruck) eyes, Will staring back, concerned and increasingly more nervous.

Then, Mike's mom came in and took over, and he went to the hospital. Thankfully his skull is thick, so he didn't get any bad injuries- except his mind being screwed up because of that rabbit- Will? Will-rabbit?? Willbit?

"Yeah- believe it or not," Will chuckled, after explaining everything about his rabbit form to Mike in his basement. Mike was shocked- baffled- awestruck-

"So how- How did I not see that earlier?" Mike whined, feeling like he hasn't been paying enough attention to Will for all his life, despite wanting him to pay attention to him, which made him feel like the most selfish idiot in the galaxy-

"It comes with puberty, I guess," Will shrugged. He clearly didn't think it was a big deal. "It's stupid, I know-" he chuckled, and locked eyes with now less-shocked Mike.

"Does that mean werewolves exist, too?" Mike asked, a bit scared now. Will tensed, and nodded.

"Yeah. And a bunch of other abominations, too," he said, jokingly. But Mike didn't like Will talking about himself like that; his confidence has gotten better this past year, but before he used to always tell self-deprecating jokes, and Mike never got used to knowing Will actually thought about himself in that way. The sweet, nice, perfect, beautiful, funny, smart, snarky, talented Will.

"You're not an abomination," said Mike with a hurt expression, and held Will's wrist. The latter looked at him surprised, and then smiled fondly.

"I know," he said, and squeezed Mike's hand in return. They sat in silence for a bit, hand in hand.

"Can you turn on command, or something?" Mike asked, and Will snorted.

"No," he said, simply. "It's not really a pleasant process, to experience or to watch," he said. Mike felt bad. Will noticed, squeezed his hand some more.

"Well. It's not that bad. You get used to it. And I really can't turn on command, only when it's less than half a moon in the sky." He rushed to comfort Mike. But Mike felt embarrassed now, he should be the one comforting Will.

So he did what he's wanted to all summer- he hugged him, and he planned on letting go after a while. But then Will hugged him back, and melting into him wasn't a part of Mike's plan.

@light-lanterne came up w this idea

anyway i wanted to write more but im sick and my head hurts so my thoughts dont work... but feel free to come up wit ur own bunny will shenanigans mayb write a fic if u wanna😳 i want more willunny propaganda

#byler #byler au #byler fic #byler ficlet #byler fanfic #will byers #will byers fanfiction #bunny byers #💀#mike wheeler #mike wheeler fanfiction #mike wheeler fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things ficler #my ficlet🐶#wtf is a ficlet whats the difference between i and fanfic

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noahtally-famous · 1 year

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rewatching ridonculous race and I just came up with the wildest 'crack' thought that would prob be single-handedly genius or The Worst Thing Ever.

as usual I’m making it everyone’s problem lmao

a Dave & Keith duo team participating in the race. And their team name is ‘liked the same girl’ or smth like that idk

some extra details:

Sky definitely forced them into it as a ‘Bonding Experience’ bc of the complaining and arguing (and plus she was tired af of how annoying they are). I like to think after PI, Dave approached her and genuinely actually apologized for his actions, like he finally realized how unhinged he turned into and regretted it, and she apologized too for leading him on and not handling the situation better, and they respected the ultimate decision to not date but remained a weird combo of acquaintance-friends. there was a lot of apologizing, crying (bc of course there is), words said, and it took a while but they overcame that massive hurdle.

naturally, Keith isn’t so quick to trust the guy though, and Dave still has bad memories abt him so the tension between them still remains thick.

them arguing legit the entire time they’re on, and live to make each others lives more annoying while facepalming at the others stupidity. (they're a hit among the viewers btw, bc of course they are)

“says the girlfriend-kisser!” “for the last time, I didn’t know you two were dating or else I wouldn’t have kissed her!” “pfft. yeah that’s what you’d like to think.” “uh, yeah, I do think that. because her lips have touched yours and who knows how disgusting your lips are and where they’ve been.” “excuse me, you take that back right now!” “I don’t hear you denying it, bad kisser.” “is that the best you’ve got, Mr. Not Getting Any?” "that's not what the girl you thought liked you was thinking when she kissed me--oh, too soon?" "I will fucking murder you."

everyone else, hearing this go down: what the fuck

homoerotic tension but no one rlly knows whether that tension is due to them actually having underlying emotions other than ‘deep dislike’ or whether that’s just an add-on to their rivalry and they’re just dumb enough to say stuff with double meanings

similar to the point above, no one rlly knows whether to consider them ‘dating but doesn’t know it yet’ or simply enemies

Dwayne Sr. and Dwayne Jr. watching Pahkitew Island on the plane rides and bombarding Dave with questions abt his time there, and making fun of certain parts of the show. Keith is happy to indulge if it means making fun of Dave’s worst moments (“which are like all of them!” “at least I had guts to audition for that damn show.” “are you calling me a coward?” “congratulations. you’ve connected the dots.”)

idk whether they’d end up having a rivalry with another team or if they’re so invested in each other that no one else wants to get between that lmao

it’s funny bc they waste no time rubbing each other the wrong way, but for the sake of winning challenges they’d set aside their rivalry temporarily and work together (and ironically, they make a pretty good team). idk how they’d react if another team made fun of either of them—probably not the most positive; I feel like they’d be the type to laugh at the others misery/frustration at first, but if a certain line is crossed, intervention occurs.

I’ve this silly hc that Noah and Dave are family friends, so interactions between them and the occasional Keith ones are bound to be interesting

I literally don’t know what Keith would look like. When I was younger, I imagined him looking like a sort-of Duncan without the dyed hair (yeah, idk either). But now I’m like ‘would Sky rlly date a guy like that? she’d want to be with someone more sporty and athletic and competitive, probably.’ and now I’m stumped on trying to imagine Keith looks-wise 😭

perhaps he's a combination of the two?? bc I also can't see Sky dating the jockest jock to ever jock lmfao

they have to go through the sewage system in the prison episode, and Dave gets flashbacks from Pahkitew and he's all 'nope, not happening. I'm not touching that disgusting water, do you know how many germs and bacterias are in there?', so Keith's like 'ffs you dramatic shit' and has to carry Dave or piggy-back him until they reach the exit while Dave's alternating between clinging to him like a koala and leaning as far away from him as possible without falling off. (I'm sensing potential bonding over Dave's germaphobia and stuff).

Keith def kept up on the Pahkitew Island season so he knows exactly what Dave is talking abt when he refers to certain episodes.

The Haters/Daters love them, they're all like "those two know what's up. they're exactly like us" and Keith & Dave are like "...no we're not??" and the Haters/Daters are like "you're not dating?!"

Keith doesn't lose his shit easily, he's actually pretty chill and patient--which makes sense given in most sports, you gotta be patient. (Dave's the one who gets all emotional tbvh.) But, naturally, Dave's the only exception when it comes to the whole 'not losing shit easily' deal

"he's your boyfriend. you calm him down." "he's YOUR family friend though?! and for the last time, we're not dating!" -- a Noah and Keith interaction

#i had this sitting in my drafts for weeks lmfao #i'd already finished rewatching ridonculous race but yeah this would be pretty wild imo #td dave #td keith #is that even a tag lmao #the ridonculous race #total drama pahkitew island #td sky #kit speaks #kit stuff #td #tdpi #tdrr #anyway #pls don't take this too seriously #this was just smth I thought up at like three in the morning 😭#noahtally-famous

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theoddshq · 5 months

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BENTLEY WYATT (paul mescal fc) the odds are in your favor! Please report to your nearest Capitol Agent to be prepped for the 74th Annual Hunger Games!

ooc

Alias/Age/Pronouns/Timezone: mark, 27, he/him, est

Triggers: [REDACTED]

If you had to describe your muse as a canon Hunger Games character, or mix, who would you compare them to and why? okay this is going to be a wild mix but walk with me here: haymitch (early years, pre-alcoholism) and coral from tbosas. he’s got that dog in him (re: darkness & survivor’s guilt) like haymitch but he still genuinely wants his tributes to succeed!! and his whole drive during the end of his games was very coral’s “i can’t have killed for nothing” or whatever she says, i just watched it yesterday okay. but!!! like he didn’t enjoy it but he was gonna be damned if he didn’t do what he had to

Anything else? the way i have been searching for a hunger games rp for AGES you do not understand

basics

[PAUL MESCAL, CIS MAN, HE/HIM] The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us and here comes [BENTLEY WYATT], a [DISTRICT 6 MENTOR]. Word around The Capitol is that they’re [STOIC AND PRACTICAL] but can also be [ANXIOUS AND SELF-SACRIFICING]. According to sources, they’re [29] and were once described as [GREASE-STAINED CLOTHES, WHITE KNUCKLES WRAPPED AROUND A WEAPON, A SMILE THAT DOESN’T REACH YOUR TIRED EYES, COFFEE AT 3AM, HATING YOURSELF FOR HOW MUCH YOU ENJOY CAPITOL FOOD]. What a character! As we always say, may the odds be ever in their favor!

biography

bentley wyatt — victor of the 67th(?) hunger games. he grew up in a pretty cushy life in d6, his father was the head peacekeeper of their hub and his mother was a teacher. he was well-behaved, helpful around the house, social at school. your typical boy next door, he had a passion for fixing up old vehicles, taking beaten down hovercraft for joyrides, and bending the rules just shy of their breaking point

he was reaped at 22(?), a surprise just as much as anyone else who had never taken tesserae before. but district 6 wasn’t known for raising volunteers, so he strode up to the podium and accepted his fate. he knew he had decent odds — he wasn’t starving, he was athletic, but he hadn’t been training his whole life and he didn’t know how to use a weapon. but he would learn.

his partner minnie was younger, leaner, a great runner with a big mouth. she wanted to go all the way, he only promised to get her through the first night. he ran a decent score in training, made a few allies—more importantly avoided making any enemies. his mentor assured them both that they were going into the games in a good spot. sponsors were interested, neither of them had embarrassed themselves. six had a real shot.

the games happened in a flash. really, it was one of the shorter games than panem had seen in several years, and it was in no small part thanks to bentley. he and minnie came out victorious in the bloodbath, bentley finding a club and battering some tributes with minnie running for food and supplies. they regrouped when the first cannons sounded, eight tributes down already. they paired up with the boy from seven and the girl from three, their partners picked off by careers. bentley had already gotten one of the tributes from two, so he expected the careers to come for him sooner rather than later. the two packs crossed rocky terrain to find each other, and by the sunrise on day three they’d knocked off every tribute that stood between them. less than 48 hours in, they were down to nine tributes. four in bentley’s group, five careers. an arrow took out the girl from three, a felled tree took out two careers. six remaining: two from six, and one each from one, two, four and seven. minnie was next, and bentley killed her attacker before he could even register. their ally from seven had turned on them, and he was bleeding out seconds later. it was bentley against three careers. he ran for the trees, and they gave chase. one of them killed another with a spear, mistaking them for bentley in the shaded woods. three remained. two against one quickly became every man for himself as the two careers feared the other would turn first. bentley didn’t give them a chance. he picked them off one by one, and the hovercraft picked him up with his trusty club still in his grip.

his final body count was eight. one third of the tributes died because of him, directly or not. it took him most of the train ride home to come up with all of their names and how he killed each one, but it’s something he’s never forgotten since. returning home was hard. after the initial celebrity wore off, people looked at him differently. they knew what he was capable of. the victory tour was harder. in almost every district, he was forced to face the families of the tributes he had killed. he didn’t think it could get worse until the next games, when he had to face the other mentors, those who had lost tributes to him, and their tributes, who probably knew those he’d killed. his first games went terribly, and it was only after talking to his mentor that he began to compartmentalize. he needed to train winners, not lambs for slaughter. maybe the 74th games will be his year.

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stats

Deceive - 1 Fight - 3 Lore (knowledge) - 2 Notice - 2 Physique - 3 Provoke - 2 Rapport - 1 Resourcefulness - 2 Stealth - 1 Will - 3

#accepted #bentley

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cheerstotheelites-if · 2 years

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Oh I love the pinning, may I ask for (“hey, i didn’t know you’re into sports,” you friends say as you enrol your name in the sports club where you know he’s going to be there but you spend hours in room alone with no physical activity all day long) for Zeph my dear author?

Prompt list h e r e ;]

Ya'll somewhat unathletic Zeph here we go *wheeze*

I'll modify this just a tiny bit

~•~•~

I'm tired of waitin', I was never good at sports,

Save the games for the girls on the tennis court,

Say you need me, but lately, you feel unsure,

Come on to me, come on to me, I need more.

- Sports, Beach Bunny

~•~•~

Eliseo gives his friend a raised brow as he reads her club enrollment slip. First choice is volleyball club. He glances up at Zeph, then back at the slip, then returning back to her.

"Are you signing up just to get good and spike my ass?" Eliseo asks with a frown as he raises his head to look at her fully. "I know you hate volleyball."

"No, it's not because of your school athlete ass," Zeph grumbles in reply, folding her arms across her chest as she leans back against the metal window frame. A breeze brushes through, ruffling her hair just a bit. She bites her lower lip, head looking down as hesitation strikes her. Gods, does she even want say the full reason why. She's sure Eliseo will make fun of her for it, no doubt about that. He's her asshole-of-a-bestfriend so of course he will.

Fuck it. Might as well get it over with.

"It's because MC's there," she says after a long pause.

"Oh? Is that a crush I smell?" Eliseo raises an intrigued brow as a smug smirk formed on his face. Gods, here it comes. "What's this? Lumintoile's best badminton player in volleyball club because of someone else, even though she knows she's shit in volleyball?" He gasps, a hand failing horribly to hide it as his smirk formed into a cheshire-like grin. "How scandalous!"

"Fuck off, Eliseo." Zephyrine groans, throwing her head back as the back of her head lightly hits the metal window frame.

"I'm not hearing you deny it, so it's true."

She rolls her eyes and looks away. Zephyrine knows that MC's in volleyball for someone else too, and that someone else is standing before her.

The smug ass named Eliseo. She doesn't know what they see in him, but it's clear to her that MC is madly head over heels for him. Maybe it's the muscles in his arms and legs, or the finesse and excitement he brings in the sport, or maybe MC has grown a sudden interest in it because they want to relate to Eliseo. It's a trick she knows all too well. She's done that to be closer with her friends before, and she's doing that now.

Why can't MC show interest in her stuff too? Why Eliseo? Is it because he's cooler? Is it because he's more fun? She can be fun too, but maybe it's not the type of fun MC's looking for.

A silent sigh escapes Zephyrine's nose as she looks back at Eliseo.

"So you're going to be the one to coach on the first day?" She asks him and Eliseo smiles cheekily.

"Yep, you're going to see my annoying ass next week." He says rather proudly. "I'll be helping MC, while I watch you suffer."

"Oh fuck you." She laughs, well, forces to as an ache in her chest forms at the next words she utters. "You're just doing that because you like them."

"Hell yeah I do." Eliseo grins as his usual smugness return.

It's not a secret that there is some tension going on between MC and Eliseo. It's been clear as day that both are falling for each other to the point it made Fleur concerned and Weylyn happy for them. For Zephyrine, it's pure heart ache. Whatever hope she had to have MC has shattered into miniscule pieces taken by the wind. She hoped the feelings would leave when she found out, but gods damn them, it didn't leave.

It only grew until it became unbearable. It came to the point where she would cry late at night, wondering if she were only to confess sooner or showed her feelings more. But no, MC has already slipped through her fingers like a gentle breeze in the morning.

It's too late for her, but she can't stop trying to make herself known. She is her namesake. She is the wind. People know she's there, but she will never be seen.

Zephyrine smiles, a strained playful one as she shoves Eliseo on the shoulder. "Fuck you and your biases, De Loughrey."

#prompt #Zephyrine #Eliseo

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sprinklesofktrash · 2 years

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The tutor and the athlete -k.taehyun

Pairing: Tutor! Taehyun x fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut! Fingering, choking, language, moaning, groaning, Taehyun being a dom! Nude, jerking off, Taehyun being a softie, overall a cute story.

Word Counts: 4.7k

Summary: In which you sent your nudes to the wrong person which ending up being your tutor.

You’re a student-athlete, the school only cares about you doing well in sport rather than academics. To them, your grades don’t matter because you were always going to end up playing in the National team.

When your parents notice you became in the lowest rank in school, they didn’t like that. Even if you were an athlete they still want you to do well.

Which is why they hired a tutor.

The smart boy that lives next door to you. He’s also the smartest boy in your class. He’s always landed on number one. There’s no way other students could beat him.

Even though he’s always lived beside you, you both never once talk to each other. Except when your mom and his mom would hang out at his mom’s restaurant. You would always see him study in the corner of the shop.

“Taehyun! You’re number one again?! I wish I had your brain” a student groan when everyone is gather around to look at their rank.

“Damn! Y/n, you went down two ranks!” Your friend pointed at your name. You heard everyone quickly laughs.

“But I’m still number one in volleyball though” you cheered yourself. Your friend rolls her eyes.

“We get it! You’re our school's best player, you have a bright future. Don’t taunt us” she crosses her arms.

“Did y/n upset my baby?” Beomgyu, her boyfriend pout as he looks at his girlfriend’s sad face.

You cringe.

“All I have to do is break your ankle, you won’t be making off to the National team, y/n. Watch it” he hisses at you. You laugh.

“I’m all muscle, I’d like to see you try” you put your legs out for him to try to hurt you. He knows he can’t or else he’s going to face the wrath of our principal.

“Um, y/n, is it okay if I talk to you for a minute?” Taehyun’s quiet voice spoke. You nodded. He leads you to a quiet hallway as you wait for him to talk.

“I’m not sure if your parents told you but I’m going to be your tutor” his breath was shaky. You quickly hush him as a few students walk by.

You lean towards him, “don’t say it out loud, everyone’s going to know I’m dumb and need a tutor” you whispered to him.

Well, you are.

“You are,” he said nonchalantly. You’re not even going to get mad.

“Well don’t tell me” you rolled your eyes and cross your arms.

“I know you have practice right after school, it doesn’t end that long so if you want, you can meet me at the study hall and we can study” he explains.

You nodded, “I like that. I do get tired after practice but I’ll try my best to stay up” you nodded.

Taehyun’s lips perk up to a smile, “great! I’ll see you later” and you both walk separate ways.

After practice ended, you had to change and clean yourself up so you won’t look like a mess. You met up with Taehyun in study hall. He had to save you both a table to study.

You smile at him as you pull the chair out for you to sit. “I’m not late right?” You ask as you set your stuff down.

Taehyun shakes his head no, “you made it on time” he smiles as he takes out all the materials he wanted to go over.

“Also here” he slides down banana milk for you. You gasp and quickly unwrap the straw and poke the cup. You take a big sip of the drink to cool yourself off.

“I knew you were going to be tired so I thought giving you a banana milk will help you stay awake for a while” he smile, you know he was nervous.

“Thank you, I really like banana milk. I was going to get it before I come but I was too tired to walk” You chuckle as you take another sip.

Taehyun had taught you for almost an hour. He made sure to help you through the stuff you don’t understand. He only went through Math because that was the subject he struggled with the most.

Towards the end of the study hall, your eyes landed on Soobin. Your crush for a while. You’ve been wanting to get his number but you were too scared or nervous. Soobin made eye contact with you, he smirk as he look away. You felt your cheeks get red.

Taehyun had stopped talking when he noticed you weren’t paying attention. He turns around to look at Soobin. Taehyun begins to pack his things. “Let’s call it a night,” he said as he shove the books inside his bag. You nodded as you did the same.

“Hey, I’ll meet you outside so we can walk home together,” You told Taehyun. He nodded. As Taehyun walk towards the door, he saw you walking up to Soobin.

Jealousy started growing inside his stomach. He knows he can’t out beat Soobin, he’s the most popular guy in school. He dresses nice, he’s handsome and he can get every girl he wants. Taehyun looks down at his shoes before leaving the room to stay by the school gate.

“Hey, are you studying?” You ask Soobin nervously. Soobin looks up from his textbook and nodded.

“Catching my grades up, what’s up Ms. Volleyball player?” He smirk as his attention was turned fully towards you.

“Is it wrong to ask you for your number right now?” You ask, earning a chuckle from Soobin. He shake his head no as you handed him your phone. He entered his number before giving your phone back. You were practically doing backflips in your head.

“Text me” He winks. You blush again. “Will do” you smile as you leave him alone.

You shriek before running to meet Taehyun by the gate. “Sorry if I took too long!” You smile down at your phone. Taehyun realize you got his number. He begins to walk as you walk beside him.

“We can meet again tomorrow, same time,” Taehyun said. You nodded. “I actually learn more from you than what the teacher is teaching” You chuckle.

“I’m glad I could help” He smiles. The two of you walk back home.

“You don’t go out after school or anything? I barely see you outside” You look at him. He was dressed like a smart person too, his vest, his perfectly ironed shirt, and how his hair is cleaned cut. You find it cute. Meanwhile, you barely had time to iron your uniform and your hair is a mess from practice.

“I don’t really like going out, I’d rather stay in and study or read” he nodded.

“Wow, you don’t even go out to get fresh air? You’re a vampire” You chuckle. Taehyun laughs.

“I only go out to help my mom but other than that I stay inside” he stands in front of you as you both stop in front of your house.

“I’ll tell you what, come to my game this Friday, I’ll save you a good seat” You smile, holding onto your practice bag. You could tell he was thinking about it but leaning towards no.

“You can’t say no! I’ll tell your mom” You walk to your front gate. You look back, “I’ll see you tomorrow Taehyun, good night!” You wave at him. Taehyun watch you disappear into your house. Taehyun smiles at the ground before he walks into his house.

Throughout the night, you had started talking to you Soobin. He was mainly being flirty but you also were being flirty.

The next day, you met Taehyun again at the study hall. He had prepared you another banana milk, which you started looking forward to every time.

“Also, give me your phone” Taehyun stop walking as his body turns towards you.

You were confused but gave it to him anyway. You watch him as he put his number in. You chuckle, “you could’ve just asked for my number” you rolled your eyes. He handed your phone back as you both continue walking home.

“A-are you still talking to Soobin?” Taehyun voice shakes from how nervous he was.

You nodded, “he’s an odd one,” you told him. For an innocent sweet face, he’s sure is horny.

“Has he asked for your nudes yet?” He asks. Your head snaps towards him. You didn’t expect nerdy Taehyun would know what nudes are.

“Yes, I know what nudes are,” Taehyun said as a matter of factly. You chuckle.

“No, not yet at least. He’s very…” Taehyun finish your words.

“Horny,” he said. You nodded.

“He’s slept with half of the female students in our class just letting you know before you became his victim” he joked, making you laugh.

“He’s a good listener though,” you told him. You heard him snicker.

“Any guy can be a good listener as long as he gets something he wants in the end,” He said. You kept quiet because he actually had a point.

The walk became longer when you both didn’t talk so you decide to break the awkward silence by grabbing his vest.

“Are you still coming to my game? You have to come! I’ll be expecting you!” You tug on his vest. He looks down at your hands gripping into his vest.

You noticed how his mood shifted so you quickly remove your hands away from him. “Sorry” you tried to fix the wrinkle already formed on his vest. You know he’s a clean person.

“No, it’s fine” he laughs. He didn’t mind, he was shocked at your first time touching him. It was sending heat waves through his body.

“I’ll text you!” You wave goodbye at him as you enter your house.

You decided to shower but before you get inside, your music was interrupted by a notification. You quickly grab your phone to check who it was.

Soobin had sent you an image. Your heart begin racing just yesterday you both were sexting, which actually escalated quickly.

You click the message and it showed him grabbing his hard cock. You bit your lips as you cross your legs, trying to ignore the heat forming down there.

While you stare at the picture, you got a text from Taehyun.

‘I am texting you to make sure you didn’t fall and hit your head on your way in

You chuckle.

You look at yourself in the mirror and decide to snag a picture of your naked body. You take a picture of your face with a thumb up for Taehyun.

You jumped as someone banged on the door. “Y/n, you better not waste my water!” Your mom yelled at you. You hiss and sent two pictures to the two guys before heading into the shower. You quickly lock your phone and went inside the warm shower.

After you dried yourself off and changed, you were scared to look at your phone. Not sure what Soobin’s response would be.

You slowly flip your phone up, having one eye closed. You pressed on his message and your expression quickly changed.

‘I can see you really appreciate the picture’

You were confused at what he meant. You went up to find yourself staring at a picture of your face with your thumb up. The same picture that was for Taehyun.

Your heart begin racing, you had hoped you didn’t send the wrong picture to Taehyun. As your hand begin shaking as you click on his message, you were right.

You sent your nude to Taehyun.

Out of shock, you quickly threw your phone on your bed as you started pacing back and forth in your room.

“How could you be so stupid!” You said to yourself.

“How are you going to look at him now!” You started thinking about all the wrong things.

“Y/n,” your dad's voice spoke as he knock on your door. You quickly turn around.

“Are you talking to yourself again?” He asks as he brought apples into your room.

“Sorry, I was making a lot of noise” you apologize. He set the plate of apples on your table.

“Is Taehyun teaching you well?” He asks as he sat down on your bed. You nodded.

Your face got red after remembering you had sent him a picture of your naked body.

“He’s a great tutor, I learned a lot from him” you nodded. “That’s great, I’m glad to hear that. Make sure you finish this before bed and bring the plate back to the kitchen. We don’t want ants in this house” your dad said as he lean in for a hug.

“Okay dad, good night” he kisses your temple.

The next day, you had waited for Taehyun to get out of his house, you know when he would leave his house because every time someone leaves, you would hear their front gate creaks.

You head footsteps as you peek to see who it was. It was Taehyun. “Morning!” You smile nervously as you handed him chocolate milk.

Taehyun looks weirdly at you as he takes the chocolate milk from you. You both walk to school together. “Did you happen to get anything weird from me last night?” You ask nervously. Why not just rip the bandage off and went on with it.

“If you’re talking about that racy picture of yourself then yes,” he said as if it was a normal thing to him.

You grab his arm to stop him from walking, “so you got it?! Taehyun, I’m sorry you had to see that. I hope it didn’t give you nightmares or anything. I’m really sorry” you beg him.

Taehyun serious face turns into a small smile. “It’s alright, I deleted the picture already so don’t make anything weird!” He removes your hand away from his arm. He begins to walk away as a smile forms on your face.

“Ah thank you!” You ran up to him to give him a hug. Taehyun froze dead in his tracks. His heart started pounding, feeling your body against his.

He gulped his saliva and quickly pushed you away. “Yeah, no problem,” he said nervously.

As a matter of fact, Taehyun didn’t delete your picture. He had saved your picture. He was shocked at first receiving your picture and he knows it wasn’t for him. He couldn’t help but stare at your body in the picture.

How toned your body looks like an athlete. That night, he found himself jerking off to a picture of you. As weird as it looks, Taehyun finds himself enjoying your company lately. He wasn’t sure if he can look at you the same way.

As you kept trying to get close you Taehyun during lunchtime, he would always disappear after making eye contact with you.

It was mainly him trying to calm his hormones down every time he sees you smiling at him. The picture kept playing in his head making him go hard.

As study hall finally came, you skipped your way to the room to see Taehyun studying quietly. The way his eyes focus on the material that was covered in class today.

“Hi, Taehyun!” You smile as you made your way to sit next to him. Taehyun gulped when you sat next feeling your skin stroking against his.

“H-here” his voice shakes as he handed you banana milk. You smile, “thank you” you poke a hole through it with a straw.

“Is this some sort of your trick, giving me a banana milk and so I would keep coming?” You smirk.

“Maybe” he glances at you before looking down at his notebook.

Throughout the whole study session, Taehyun barely talked. Only when you ask him questions, he would talk but besides that, he doesn’t.

You felt the awkwardness in the air. You noticed it since lunchtime and you just don’t want to confront about it.

“Tae, this pro-“ you look at Taehyun who had fallen asleep. You shake your head and snag a picture.

Even the smartest student needs a break.

You chuckle when you zoom into the picture on your phone. You turn to look at him, you move his brown locks to the side so you could see his full handsome feature.

Your eyes trace along his jawline as it darts up to his lips. You lick yours and decide you lay your head beside his.

Even when he’s asleep, he’s still handsome.

You tried to hide your laughter when you heard him snoring. Taehyun's body jerks, making you jump. Taehyun's eyes flutter open when he realized he fell asleep.

“You scared me!” You touch your chest to feel how fast your heart was beating. Taehyun's sleepy eyes look around for his phone and check the time.

He groans and stretches his arms and legs. “Let’s call it a night yeah?” He yawns. You nodded.

Both of you pack up your things. As you reach for your notebook, Taehyun also reaches for it. The way his fingertips brush against yours, sending goosebumps down your arm.

“Sorry” he apologized and move his hand. You felt your cheeks get red and followed him out the door.

“Night y/n!” This time it was Taehyun’s turn to say goodnight. You smile before waving back. You watch him leave and disappear inside his house.

You wondered why he was so sleepy. Was he studying the whole night?

That’s not it, though. He stayed up past his bedtime just to look at the picture you accidentally sent him.

Friday came, your parents won’t be home tonight. On a day like this, they decided to go on vacation. Your mom had to cook some food for you and some for Taehyun’s family.

You have to remember to tell Taehyun later. You don’t know why but you look extra cute. You didn’t know what made you braid your hair and have some mascara on and a liner.

It was all going away anyways during the game. During practice, you made sure no one takes the best view seat in the gym.

That seat had a sign anyways so you know you won’t have to worry. You had texted Taehyun before the game begin but he didn’t answer and your coach had called you.

The game begins, you were focused on winning and putting all your effort in. Your team was losing by a few points and your teammates were giving up. During the break, you were upset at how everyone is slowly giving up.

“Y/N! DON’T GIVE UP! KEEP FIGHTING!” You heard a familiar voice boom throughout the gym. Everyone’s head snaps towards Taehyun.

You smile when you notice he was carrying a sign. You laugh as he holds up a number 2 sign. Taehyun waves at you as you wave back.

After you know Taehyun made it, the atmosphere became more lively. Everyone put up a good performance and your team caught up.

In the end, your team won. After exchanging goodbyes with everyone, you met with Taehyun at the front gate.

You saw him waiting for you. “Taehyun!” You stop walking. Taehyun’s head perk up and his lips started smiling when he saw you. He waves back.

Your heart started beating quickly as you begin running to him. You were really happy to see him at your game. You won because of his support.

You giggle before jumping on him for a hug. You wrap your arms around his neck as you hug him tightly. Taehyun chuckles at your action.

“Thank you for coming,” you said sincerely. You pull away from the hug and look at him in the eyes.

“Thank you for your support too Taehyun” you smile at him. Taehyun's lips twitch as you catch his cheeks turning red.

“I-it was nothing” he stutter. You chuckle as he gets shy. Taehyun noticed you were struggling with your bag, “I’ll carry it for you” he smiles. You nodded as he take the bag.

The two of you walk to your house. As you both arrive, Taehyun handed you your bag. “Oh come inside! My parents are not home but my mom made your family some food!” You grab his wrist and lead him inside.

“Here!” You handed him a large bowl of side dishes. Taehyun looks at it in awe.

“This is a lot” he gasps. You chuckle and agreed. “My mom went a little crazy” you laugh.

The house went quieter after the two of you had stopped laughing. You look up to stare at Taehyun face. Taehyun caught your eyes too. He gulped when he saw how pretty you look under the light.

The way your skin is glowing from the game earlier and how your hair around your hairline was damp. His eyes wander down to your legs, looking at how short the shorts you wear. He felt himself getting hit by the minute.

You find yourself walking up to him. “I-I have to g-go,” he said, breaking the silence. You stop yourself from taking another step.

Your heart sank, knowing that he was going to leave. “Oh, okay” you fake a smile and walk him out. The two of you exchange goodbyes before you went back inside your house.

You felt empty and sad. You felt your heart growing every day as you spend time with Taehyun. You starting to like him. He became more than a friend to you.

Your heart starts to race every time you both make eye contact, you felt like you both have been friends forever even though it’s been a week.

After you showered, the pit of your stomach grew empty. You wanted to kiss Taehyun but you knew it wasn’t possible. He probably thinks of you as a friend and felt weirded out after your accident.

Before you could change, your heart the doorbell rang. You didn’t have time to change but you went downstairs anyway. You hid behind the door and open it.

Your eyes widen when you saw Taehyun again, “Taehy-“ he cut your off by slamming his lips onto yours.

Your gasp was cut short as you melt into the kiss. Taehyun pin you against the door as it shut. You wrap your arms around his neck and close the distance between the two of you.

One thing led to another, you both ended up being in your room naked. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You break the kiss as you both breathe for air.

Taehyun’s face was lit by the moonlight, he look down at your face and nodded. “I want to,” he said quietly. You lean back into the kiss as you both hungrily kiss each other.

With your heat wet from the kiss, Taehyun aligns himself with your folds. You moan at the slightest touch from his tip. He pulled away from the kiss to look you in the eyes.

He didn’t say anything as he push himself into you. The two of you moan in unison. You grab onto his arms as he begins to pump himself in and out of you.

“Fuck” you heard him groan in your ear. The way his voice got deeper turned you on. Taehyun moves his head from the crook of your neck to look at you.

“You feel so good inside of me” you bit your lip as your hand travel up his body. Taehyun hiss as he leans down to kiss your lips.

Your mouth flew open as he stuck his tongue inside of your mouth. Your tongue battle against his. He sucks the bottom of your lip, earning a soft groan escaping from your lips. It was painful yet felt good.

Your hands tangled around his brown locks as he pick up his pace. It’s like he switch himself, he was all nerdy but in between sheets he’s a different person.

Taehyun groans as he sits up, he closes his legs and begins to pound harder. You rest your legs over his shoulder as he holds your to pound deeper.

“F-fuck” you moan as you hold onto your headboard. Taehyun's hands reach for your breasts and massage them, earning couple more moans from you.

Taehyun removes himself out as you felt your hole get empty. Taehyun look down at your dripping wet cunt and ran his fingers over your folds.

Your body shake as you felt how sensitive that area was. You hold on to your legs as he is inside her fingers inside of you. Taehyun eyes look down at you as he pumps his fingers faster.

You didn’t break eye contact with him as he begin to pump his fingers faster inside of you. The whole room filled with the sound of how wet your cunt was.

“Yes, yes” your eyes flutter shut as he kept the same fast pace. “It feels so fucking good” you moan. Your legs begin to shake as you begin to feel yourself get tighter around him.

“I’m going to cum” you moan, you look at Taehyun as she smirks. He pulled his fingers out so you can’t cum. “I want you to cum around my cock” he said.

Fuck he’s so hot.

He made you turn to the side as your right leg rested over his shoulder. Taehyun reinsert himself back in and went in full force.

“Fuck, you’re clenching already” Taehyun groaned. Taehyun insert the fingers he used to finger you inside your mouth. You lick around his fingers tasting your juice.

“You’re so hot” he groans as he removes his fingers and wraps his hand around your neck.

Taehyun kisses your leg as he pounds deeper and faster. His other hand went down and begin to rub in circles around your clit.

“You’re going to make me cum” you grip onto his wrist. Taehyun smirked and stop, he didn’t want to make you cum early.

“Let me ride you,” You said. Taehyun ears perked up. You nodded. Taehyun didn’t waste any time and switched positions.

You went on top of him as he hold onto your waist. You reinsert his sensitive cock back inside of you and begin riding it.

Taehyun moans as he grabs your breasts. You moan and rest your hand on his chest to help you ride him faster. “I can feel you so deep inside of me” you groan.

“You feel amazing” he praises you. You rock your hips in a circle, earning a moan from him. Taehyun drops his hands around your waist as he helps you do it faster.

“This feels so fucking good” he groans. The way he curses turns you on so quick. “I want you to cum inside of me” You look down at him.

You notice how surprised he got, “a-are you sure?” He asks. You nodded, “I’m on pills,” you told him. Taehyun bit his lips and nodded.

You lean down to lay your head on the crook of his neck and begin to move your hips faster. Taehyun’s hands snake to your ass and begin to slap it.

“Fuck” you moan into his ears. He squeezes your ass and helps you move your hips as you were losing your pace.

“I-I can’t hold myself anymore” you groan. Taehyun nodded. You sit back up and begin to rock faster. Taehyun helped you as he was about to cum himself.

You tighten your walls around him as he begins to thrust himself deeper inside of you, making you moan loudly. “I’m coming” you groan. Taehyun his as your hole gets wetter.

He grabs onto your waist and rocks your body faster. He moan loudly at how tight you were and came inside of you. He sits himself up, cradling your tired body. Your arms wrap around his neck as he rests his head on your shoulder.

You could only hear his heavy breathing. “Tae,” your soft voice spoke. You pulled yourself away from him to look into his eyes.

Taehyun smiles a moves your hair away from your face. “Hmm?” He responded.

“Be my boyfriend?” You ask, reading his face.

Taehyun’s cheeks turn bright red. He chuckles, “I was supposed to ask you first,” he said. You both begin laughing.

“But yes, I would love to be yours” he smiles. He caresses your cheeks before leaning in to seal your confession with a kiss.

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queenoftheworldisdead · 3 years

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Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?

School Days

Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.

Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.

Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think

Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader

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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.

Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.

You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.

At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.

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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.

When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.

When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.

"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.

"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.

God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.

"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.

Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.

He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.

"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.

Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.

"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."

Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.

He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."

"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.

"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"

"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.

But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.

When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.

"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."

Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.

Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.

"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.

"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.

The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?

"Mr. Rogers-"

"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."

"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."

"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.

"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."

You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.

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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.

Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.

They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.

As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.

You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.

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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.

It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?

"Need some help little one?" He hummed.

"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.

"No need to be nasty."

You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.

"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.

Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.

"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.

"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."

He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.

Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.

Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."

"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."

You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.

"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.

Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.

His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.

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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.

"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.

"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.

You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.

"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.

"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.

"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.

He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.

"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.

"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.

He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.

"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."

Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.

"I think you forgot something."

You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.

"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.

"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.

You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.

You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.

"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.

"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.

"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.

"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"

Fit?

Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.

"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.

Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.

He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.

You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.

"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.

"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."

The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.

Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.

"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "

You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.

You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.

📚

#dark steve x reader #dark steve x black reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve x black!reader #black writer

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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please PLEASE write more abt bully bkg!!! what happened next?? what did kiri do omg

tw ;; mild toxicity, bully!bkg, kirishima being a shit, fem!reader 18+, spanking, oral (f!recieving), bkg accidentally worships your pussy instead of punishing you :/, unprotected sex, praise kink

PT. 1

a/n ;; have i mentioned he makes me absolutely out of my mind yet? have i said that?!??#?$#

i think we’ve established about the two of them enough by now so here’s how i picture it.

like i said before - bkg is a campus athlete, popular and well-rounded and all around has that like image to him and so when he essentially confesses to you after fucking you stupid in the library, that’s basically him making you his girlfriend. you don’t know that for a long time but we’ll get there later.

anwyays.. right after he fucks you nice n full of his cum, he slides your panties and shorts right back on and snickers as he watches you struggle to get to your feet before eventually helping you. he keeps your bra as a punishment and makes you keep his hoodie, almost biting you when you try and take kirishimas to return it to him. he’ll do it himself, don’t test him.

when you’re all dressed - he makes you pack up and ends up walking you to your dorm room in the middle of the night (which you beg him to not do) but he’ll be fucking damned if anything bad happens to you. it’s his version of affectionate but you don’t know that yet so you’re mostly awkwardly trying to dodge him on the way back BUT he’s still bkg so when he notices that he yanks you.

he makes you hold his arm and licks your cheek cause he’s such a fucking dick. hits you with a “get used to it, princess” with the most condescending tone. but he’s being so serious. you just think he’s teasing you but he’s not.. he means it. get used to him, basically because now he’s a constant presence in your life.

he drops you off in front of your dorm and you’re about to wave him off but before you can go he grabs your waist and basically dips you for a kiss. and it’s so good - fuck, you wish you could say you hated it. but bakugou is experienced as much as he’s mean so he kisses you like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into your sides and his tongue in your mouth. you almost forget your in public until he pulls you back up

he gives you a little breathless grin, patting your cheek with his hand and telling you “get cleaned up, dumbass” which is his way of telling you to get home safe.

and you do get to your empty dorm. you take a shower and just kinda reflect on the actualy fuck transpired cause you were pretty positive he wanted you in a casket but?!?!?! you fucked him and he kissed you? so ????

youre in the middle of your exams and you’re honestly tired since you got fucked within in an inch of your life so you shower and just.. go to sleep. in his hoodie cause it smells good and it’s big and comfy and you’re like... thinking about it really hard but it just makes your headache.

you conclude after a lot of tossing and turning that he’s probably still just trying to fuck around with you and maybe thinks you’re an easy lay. you can’t say you aren’t since you were willing and ready for him (the thought of how easily you gave in has you flustered)

you sleep, eventually. and you wake up the next morning not really expecting much. you don’t have bkgs number or anything so you just.. continue with your day as is. unlucky for you - you have classes with bakugou and kirishima

but you don’t think it’ll be all that different. still so non-chalant. and you go to class that day dressed normally - with bakugous hoodie in hand.

you sit in your regular seat that day and this is your first mistake.

kirishima is in class before bakugou is. and he is.. as always, a little shit. so he pulls up right beside you because even though bkg is pissed at kiri - they are besties so he tells him everything. kirishima wont tease you abt it and u still think kirishima is quite nice and handsome so you’re pleased to greet him.

ah.. another mistake on your behalf. this action WILL have consequences.

kirishima gets so cozy with you btw. he loves that you’re so comfy w him - strokes his ego so good. and he chats you up for a better part of the hour before your morning class.

he makes jokes and smiles and laughs and thinks about how easy it would be snatch you from bakugou and keep you to himself. he’s not good enough of a person to leave you alone.

aaah kirishima is a sweetheart and he treats you well. so when you feel his hand on your thigh underneath the table - rubbing little circles into your knee, you don’t even notice. and when he gets super close to you to hear you talk - telling you your voice is too soft even tho a class is empty, you let him.

and when you point out that ppl keep staring and whispering you, he tells you to ignore them and you do. you ignore the whispers and even the click of camera.

it’s only when you hear bakugou that you get a strange feeling in your gut. he stomps into the classroom - vicious. his schedule is so busy he normally doesn’t get to lounge around before class making sure to keep everything tight

but he got.. many messages about how you and kirishima were seating today. mostly from kami who likes to cause problems - he decided he should get there a lil early��

well.. lo and behold he does - and he finds you and kirishima looking incredibly cozy with each other. and kirishima being.. kirishima - is the first to see him and he shoots his beloved friend the most smug fuckin smile.

bkg is pissed, naturally and stomps his way over to the two of you. he’s doing the thing again where he’s icy mad. he doesn’t even bother w kirishima and there’s a whole crowd around the three of you.

“get your shit,” he demands, clearly seething. you give him a wild look, noticing the now obvious tension before being completely confused. you’re about to protest w him but he sends you a spine-chillingly glare.

your whole class watches as he yanks you by the wrist out of the classroom as kirishima sits back and gives u a little wave. ur lost. obviously. and once you leave the classroom ur like “where are we going?”

the answer is to bakugous very nice car - a custom c3 corvette. he opens the door and stares you, grabbing your bags and taking them to the trunk. but u stand ur ground, cross your arms over your chest like

“what are we doing out here?”

bkg doesn’t hesitate in pushing you up against his car, his hands on your waist and his teeth nipping at your neck - sore from old bruises. and you gasp when you feel his fingers dig into your hips, all tongue and teeth.

“the fuck did i say about you cozyin’ up t’ that shitty haired bastard yesterday,”

this makes you swallow because bakugous mouth is travelling further and further and his hands are getting more bold. and you shiver, something hot and heavy in your core cause fuck he’s so possesive over you. it makes you dizzy, something sticky and warm in you.

“i.. i d-didn’t think you were being s..serious yesteryday”

he growls a little against your throat.

“guess i’ll have to teach you another lesson. im gonna get in the car and then you are. easy enough, nerd?”

you can’t do anything but nod and watch him open the car doors. when he gets in you follow and within the blink of an he manuevers you till your over his lap. you let out a loud yelp as his strong hands come down on your ass. still clothed.

you let out a soft yelp - a noise of surprise at the sudden sensation and you feel bkg bend down to speak in your ear.

“wanna act like a fuckin’ brat and flirt with your boyfriends friends? fine. i’ll fuck that shitty ass attitude right out of you,”

the firs thing you think is “boyfriend?!” but your voice gets muffled when you feel bakugou pull down your bottoms along with your panties. his hands are so strong and so big - long thick fingers covered in callouses from playing so many games. you can’t help but squirm under his touch, a growing wetness making your stomach clench.

he’s so so mean about it yk? a big strong hand smacking against your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. he chuckles when you whine, when your body shivers - bare cunt expose to him and nothing else. a wave of humilation floods through you.

“‘s not my fault you’re like this y’know? all you gotta do is follow instructions - i know you now how to fucking do that, right? always bein’ so prissy,” ― bakugou tsks, smacking your ass hard before spreading your cheeks out. he admires the way your cunt trembles with mean laugh ― “but you wanna go flirt with shitty hair that much, huh?”

you’re gonna protest and tell him it’s not even like that.. which makes you question why’re so eager to go with his demands. but the words get lost as the sound of spanks slowly drift and it’s just bakugou admiring your ass. he didn’t really get a good chance too when he was fucking you yesterday but now he’s got eagles on you n your pretty little cunt.

“never gonna let anyone touch your pretty little pussy but fuckin’ me,” ― and he groans, sliding his fingers through your folds ― “fuck.. fuck”

you’re not expecting much but within another few seconds you’ve got your cheek pressed to the glass window, ass up and body folded with your cunt directly in bkgs face. you’re not rlly sure why this was happening because you were sure you were getting punished. and maybe the humilation of having your face pressed to glass is enough

but it doesn’t negate the fact bkg is tongue deep in your cunt. both hands massaging your ass - spreading your lips apart so he can get into fucking deeper. sliding his tongue against your folds and slurping on your clit until you’re jolting with pleasure like you’ve never known before in your life. you’re moaning so loud the whole campus could probably fucking hear but bkg doesn’t care and doesn’t stop

and your thighs give out, he goes from eat it from the back to getting underneath you and has you sitting on his face. you just keep cumming and bakugou is rock fucking hard - but he doesn’t even bother jerking himself off. he spends all of his time n effort worshipping your sweet cunt

you cum on his face so many times you’re completely limp by the time he sticks his dick in you. but it feels so good when he does that too - oversenstive walls stretched out his big cock, a hand on your sides as he shifts you into missionary.

he doesn’t even intend to make you cum again but the position has him so deep in your cervix that you do and he’s so close. and when bkgs close, he’s fucking obscene.

but it’s not all that vulgar like you’re expecting and that makes you fucking whine. hearing bakugou praise you and your pussy does something terrible to your brain and in your fucked out haze - arms around his shoulders, you’re fucking whimpering.

and bkgs just in your ear like

“such a sweet fuckin’ girl for me, taking my dick so damn good, haah fuck. all mind. know how to behave when i fuck you like this don’t you? be a good girl and take it all.. there you go, just like that,”

when he cums inside of you he stays there for a while and stares at your completely gone expression. it’s unusually soft and you wont see it often but he grabs your face and kisses you hard

“you’re my girlfriend now you fuckin’ dweeb so start fuckin’ acting like it yeah?”

you whine and nod, unable to refuse even if u want too

“yeah..yeah”

#bully!bkg #prettyboy.thirsts #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #return to sender #this is not proof read at all im losing my mind.#dubcon cw #toxic cw

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miekasa · 3 years

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M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩

He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3

Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.

He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.

As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.

And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.

His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.

The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.

He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.

That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”

He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.

Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.

If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.

When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).

He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”

He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2

Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.

Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.

Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.

Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.

(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).

This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.

Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.

Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.

Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.

You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.

Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”

Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”

When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.

He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.

(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).

#anonymous #aot x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot imagines #he is... my BOYFRIEND !!!!!!!!!!!!!!#MY FUCKEN BOYFRIEND !!!!!!!! MY BABEYYYYYYYYYYY #eren fluff #eren smut

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bemylord · 3 years

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being their girlfriend/dating them

or they're as your boyfriend

character: sukuna, itadori, nanami, satoru, megumi.

warnings: fluff to smut hdc, curse words, kinda rough and soft boys + sukuna.

note: or they're as your boyfriend/dating them

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ

i don't think he'd call it relationship or love. just the bond that binding you're together. he also doesn't talkative a lot, he prefers to show you his feelings in actions.

as long as itadori is searching fingers, you'll exist in his domain, being the slave and queen in one time. he'd praising and teach you new techniques, but also may use your body as he wants it.

praising to the degradation - generally, nothing new. if you had been bad either you did something on purpose, there will be no mercy for your body and throat - the king knows the way to punish you.

the cute thing is when you are exhausted from the little practice sukuna does in his small domain: breath had been taken away and your body is sweating. all you want is a little break to catch your breath. despite his selfish and demolished nature, he gives you some time in his lap to debilitate your sluggish body. your arms are wrapping around sukuna's neck by accident - it may seem he doesn't give a damn about it, but he pulls you by the waist, put your head on his athletic chest, and have you in arms 'till you'll wake up.

'you are too weak, brat, more energy, put more fury on me, or did you forgotten that i'm the fucking king of this world?' he laughed, knocking off your attacks. he's got a god complex and perfection. 'i'm getting stronger each second, sukuna, don't make yourself as a god'

you are the one he lets talk like that. being tremendously gentle with you is hard for him - he still being rough and could inflict damage, although, after pain, the king will take affection aftercare. but don't think he would murmur some sweat stuff in your ears, just spooning you is enough.

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ

master of the aftercare. sensei of the smooch and teacher of how to cuddle a person. he's good at those things. you never complain of how warm and strong satoru's arms wrapping your waist and his lips are kissing the back of your neck. after rough sex gojo would make an apology with soft kisses all over your figure.

cute fights in the kitchen while cooking. satoru is very needy and sometimes, he could be clingy for your attention, trying to get it whenever he wants to feel your body. even fight doesn't stop him - gojo would fight back and hitting on you.

show everyone that you're taken by him by marks he left on your soft skin last night. satoru would give you an order to dressing a shirt which will show his label on your body - wanna get a punishment? disobey the order; sure, later, you will regret it. however, it will be somewhere in the future, so you do mind disobey him?

whisper on his ear how long you've been craving for his fat dick in your dripping pussy and satoru would stop everything he did later, just to bury his cock deep into you, feeling the outlining of his member in your stomach. it's driving him insane when his fat dick rearranging your insides. no words could describe emotions in his soul when you're scratching his back whilst satoru is doing the pulsative movements inside you. 'does it feel good, kitten, doesn't it? feeling my cock in your little tummy, my god.. put your hand on the lower abs to perceive it' 'satoru~, i-i won't take any longer, give me that~' how could he disobey the order of his little angel?

gojo would degrade you only you've got the bad attitude. at other times - you may hear as he repeats the words 'you're so fucking amazing, kitten' he's hazing at the throbbing feeling in his cock you've been giving him.

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴊɪ

he's so much loves to play games and dancing with you when he has the time to do that - you'll play all games he bought for those evenings when both of you are playing fools and being kids. he may act like a kid around you, but trust me, he isn't good while railing you.

there's no door named exit while he's eating your out. yuji will apologize for not being close when you want to cuddle him or smack your lips against his. his apologies are mostly his head between your legs and his fingers in your cunt, stretching your walls, preparing you for the night. he makes sure you're enough dripping for his throbbing cock. it gives me a vibe that he'll overstimulated your little clit only with his tongue.

having you in missionary position, leaving the half-moon on your hips, unquenchably fucking your overdose cunt filled up with your juices. but you know itadori adores when you're squirting on his dick, shuddering while giving the huge release. 'that's right, beautiful, give your daddy all juices you've got' his words make you squirt one more time when he's finishing on your chest. quick series of spanking on your cunt and you're melting definitively by him.

but most of the time, you're both doing silly stuff that bothering megumi a lot. actually, you've got a game 'who's bothered megumi first'. it's fun to watch how he's activating shikigami dogs. you're idiots, although happy idiots.

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daddy issues. daddy vibes and daddy chill. you've got no choice but to obey every order he told you to do. no way to escape and no way not being fucked to him if you did have time to do his tasks. his big and strong hands pulling your hair back, so you arch your back, feeling his breath in your ear. scream as loud as you can, 'till you reach the high note you could - he won't stop it.

sweat aftercare in the shower where nanami is washing your hair for you, also massaging your shoulders and kissing your stomach sort of excuses for being too extremely rough with you. but you knew he won't be soft, the language of his sex life is rough and painful. but the aftercare is worth having bruises the next morning around your neck.

nanami is an obsessive and dominant lover, he would mark you as his baby girl, his property, and the woman he's seeing his future with. even if you've got powerful and strong abilities nanami still doesn't allow you to battle the curse. think whatever you want to - he doesn't like the thought of having your dead body in his arms. he doesn't like the thought his small girl would have injuries from the demon.

nanami will show his love in action rather than words. you've got an unspoken rule to kiss your partner when they're tired of the work or giving a good morning/goodnight kiss. even if you're sleeping, nanami kisses your forehead before going to work. nothing could stop him from the morning kiss. you baked warm goods before he returns from the office or battle tired and having no strength. he fucking loves your baked bun.

after work, you make a warm bath for him, where he can loosen his body, burying his face in your hair. 'sweetie, i love you so much, so-so-so much. with you i can enervate myself and get lost in your smell, wrapping arms around your waist, feeling like it's my private heaven'

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i've got a feeling he'd be an overprotective boyfriend. doesn't leave you alone with itadori for the reason he's a vessel for sukuna - don't treat him weird, he trusts itadori, but not sukuna. doesn't like when you interrupting his battle using your abilities because it's making him think about implications.

doesn't show his affection among other students because doesn't like being called a clingy or needy puppy. nevertheless, pulling you closer by your waist to show everyone to fuck away from you. megumi would not hesitate to kiss you with a tongue in front of the students to show them you're taken and your man is crazy.

megumi is more like a homeboy. every time you're alone or having time to spend together, you'll be stuck in his arms 'till you both need to go back to the sorcerer-life. cuddling and smooching are his life - in the bathroom, while you're cooking, watching tv-shows, he's arms around your body, therefore megumi is telling sweet nothings in your ear.

sex life with megumi? complicated question. would be bad and good simultaneously. i still have a thought he'd tied you up and use a flogger on your booty for spanking and preparing your pussy for his dick - it was passed on by his genes [wtf his father omg]. makes you squirt a couple of times, also makes you beg for his fat cock before pull it inside unexpectedly. using a collar with a chain to arch your back 'till it crunches and you moaned because megumi literally choking you.

only god knows how much megumi has kinks for you. how much energy he has to rail you all night and be able to continue that after the sun is illumining the room. 'you're dirty little slut, the rays of the sun in our room, and you still have the energy to squirt' degrading you during coitus and praising you in his muscular arms after.

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fuck. i was planning to post kuroo x reader x kenma but i deleted my work [by fucking accident i hate myself] that i had been writing since morning. sooo, I'll post it tomorrow. so sorry for the grammar mistake i was writing it on my phone.

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