#frat: iota.

[heich0e]

fratsumu and reader do start dating after the end of 'the hunt' btw just in case anyone cares

#imagining tsumie showing up to her sorority house to pick her up for a date/to study and all of her sisters are like.... oh god please no #some sort of greek formal event and she brings him as her date and everyone else is there with guys like oikawa and ushijima #and in rolls this iota with his little piercing and a butterfly tattoed on his ass (that did not make it into the fic but it's canon lmao) #fratsumu #hq hcs #frat!au

[jungle-angel]

The One With The Holy Hand Grenade Of Antioch (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Something happens at a Friday night rager but Rhett and his frat brothers decide they're not gonna get mad.....they're gonna get even

Warnings: Sexual harassment, grabbing of a boob, frat boy revenge etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman

The Delta Tau Epsilon house was alive with the booming of music, the hollers and shouts of the drunken college students filling every corner of the house and the shenanigans that had followed them there.

The basement was no less than noisy with everybody packed shoulder to shoulder, dancing to the 70s, 80s, 90s and Early 2000s throwback music that boomed from the speakers. Beer and drinks spilled from red solo cups and onto unsuspecting freshman while a few sang along noisily to Sly And The Family Stone's "Thank You" and showing off their best disco moves.

You were behind the bar in the basement helping Cairo make everyone's drinks and enjoying the shenanigans yourself.

"I swear to Jesus, if Kyle ends up emptying the whole keg I'm gonna have to cut him off," Cairo remarked.

"Cai c'mon they're a bunch of drunken frat boys, what else are they gonna do?" you laughed.

"Oh I'll tell ya'll what I'm gonna do," he answered, laughing a little and snapping his fingers. "Imma come up into his room with a garbage can lid and give him the rudest awakening of his life!"

You laughed as you cracked open a Long Drink and filled a red solo cup with it, handing it off to one of the football players.

"Need a refill!" Foster teased, slamming his cup onto the bar.

"Sorry Babes, bar's closed!" Cairo joked.

"It's not even midnight!"

The two of them bickered back and forth as more barflies began to make their way over. You laughed when you had to spray one of the Iota Nu boys with the keg nozzle to shoo him away, the others around you laughing in return.

"Hey pretty thing,"

You turned around thinking it was Rhett but no. To your horror it was Smithfield Green, the leader of the notorious Alpha Beta fraternity. You felt your heart jump into your chest and your throat going dry when you saw him.

"Sorry Smitty, bar's closed," you told him.

"Not by the looks of it around here," he sniffed. "Don't suppose you wanna get outta here and I could show you a really good time?"

"No thanks, I'm all set."

"Oh c'mon you know you wanna....."

You yelped a little when he tried to grab your boob which quickly caught Cairo's attention. "Hey!" he shouted. "The fuck do you think you are?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Smitty retorted.

"I fuckin asked you first."

"Think you're so tough there huh?" Smitty questioned. "You sound like a fuckin girl."

"I might sound like a girl but I could easily have you on the ground and your balls dangling from the bumper of my car," Cairo hissed.

"Oh I'm sure you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Eat me pervert," Cairo sneered. "And if I ever catch you trying to touch (y/n) ever again, that just might happen."

Smitty laughed and sauntered away with Cairo flipping him off behind his back. "You ok hon?" he asked.

You nodded, still a little shaken by what had happened. "I think I need to go get some air for a minute," you told him.

"Go get some air, I'll finish up here," Cairo assured you, giving you a hug.

He waited until you disappeared before waving and snapping his fingers, motioning for Foster to come over to the bar.

"Yo what's up?" Foster asked him.

"Smitty tried to pull a fast one on the First Lady," Cairo answered.

"Are you fuckin serious?!" Foster exclaimed.

"No, I'm not......chain call, now!"

Foster nodded, slapping his palm on the bar before heading up the basement stairs to find someone to start the chain call. He quickly wrote down what had happened on a sticky note so that word wouldn't change going up, finding Bo and Kyle in the little room off the basement bar room, engaging in a rather intense game of Cards Against Humanity with a few other freshmen.

"Yo we've got a Code Red boys," Foster told them.

"Sup?" Bo asked.

Foster showed him the note and the two were off to find the next person. The message traveled to Ravi Sharma who then handed it off to two of the new pledges and then to Sammy Inoue. Up and up and up the chain it went until Rowdy Collins, the football team's new kicker, raced up the stairs to hand it off to Kayce.

"Kayce!" he announced, pounding on the door.

Kayce opened the door, zipping up his jeans. "Bro what the fuck?"

"We've got a Code Red, go get Rhett."

"What's the Code Red?"

Rowdy showed him the neon green sticky note that had been passed around. Kayce's eyes went wide, his jaw slack with shock. "You fuckin serious?"

"She's outside in the backyard," Rowdy explained.

Kayce hurried off to Rhett's room down the hall and pounded on the door. "Bro you're never gonna believe this," Kayce told him when he opened the door.

"What? Did somebody get beer up their nose again?" Rhett asked him.

"No it's (y/n)," Kayce answered, showing him the note.

Rhett read the message, his eyes going wide. "Where is she?"

"Out back."

Rhett hurried his way through the chaos of the rager with Kayce close behind him. The night air was still just a little bit chilly as he sat down beside you, pulling you close and kissing the side of your head.

"You ok?" he asked.

"I'm fine," you told him. "Just a little shaken that's all."

Rhett kissed the side of your head again, holding you as he kept his lips pressed to that spot. "It'll be ok darlin," he assured you. "Ain't nobody ever gonna do that ever again."

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The clang of the old ship's bell in the kitchen roused everyone in the house from their sleep, the house's residents clambering down the stairs, some still in their shorts, others in their mismatched pjs or a few still in their clothes from the night before. All of them lined right up and stood straight at attention as Rhett strode silently up and down the line.

"Alright boys," he announced. "Last night, it seems there was a little incident regarding the First Lady. Anybody recall what happened?"

Foster was the first to raise his hand. "First Lady was groped by Smitty Green at 10:02 pm in the Delta Tau basement, no injuries or marks but the boob in question was indeed grabbed by said parasite......SIR!"

"And do we let slimy little Alpha Betas like that grope our other halves?" Rhett questioned.

"FUCK NO!!!!" the Deltas thundered.

"Men," he continued, pacing up and down the line. "When ya'll were pledges, ya'll took an oath to protect your lady or your other half with your life. I know every single one o' ya'll would never do that to a lady or to anybody else. But those slimy little tapeworms think they can just crawl on in here and take whatever they want. So what are we gonna do about it boys?!"

"GIVE 'EM HELL!!!!"

"That's what I wanna hear!" Rhett bellowed. "Now lets go get'em!"

The Deltas let out their loudest war yells in response, shaking the house down to the studs as they charged off.

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The street was completely silent outside the Alpha Beta house with not a soul around, save for a sun tanner on the rooftop balcony.

Each of the boys in the Delta Tau fraternity marched across the street to the Alpha Beta house, the hoods on their sweatshirts pulled over their heads and an empty plastic binder in their hands. Their voices had become one as they chanted like monks walking towards holy ground.....or in this case, unholy ground.

“Pie Iesu Domine, dona eis requiem,” they chanted, hitting their foreheads with the binders.

They repeated the little ritual with Rhett and Kayce leading them in the front, the two of them biting their lips as they tried not to laugh. As soon as they had reached the front of the Alpha Beta house, they faced their brothers who had halted on the other side of the street.

"KNEEL MY BROTHERS!!!" Rhett commanded.

All of them knelt and bowed their heads to the ground. Rhett and Kayce removed their hoods first before the others followed suit.

"Brother Kayce," Rhett announced.

"Yes?"

"Bring forth the holy book of the Delta Taus."

Kayce pulled out the book that had been written by all the other Deltas who had come before them. "A reading from the book of Armaments, chapter two, verses nine through twenty-one," Kayce announced, reading as loudly as he could. ""And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin. And the people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths, and carp, and anchovies, and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats, and large chulapas..."

"THE SHORTENED VERSION DIPSHIT!!!!" Rhett commanded.

"Right, right, gotcha," Kayce snickered. "And the Lord spake, saying, ''First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'"

The brothers all arose and pulled out the huge water balloons from the bags at their sides.

"Gentlemen!" Rhett ordered. "Ready your weapons!"

The Deltas made ready.

"Step to the edge!"

They stepped to the edge of the sidewalk.

"FIRE AT WILL!!!" Rhett ordered.

With a swing of their arms, the Deltas lobbed the entire house with the huge water balloons, startling the Alpha Betas who had come outside to see the commotion, only to be soaked with the freezing cold water, including Smitty himself.

"Whatcha think darlin?" Rhett asked.

You pulled your hood from your eyes and placed a kiss on Rhett's lips. "Best revenge plan ever," you chuckled.

Rhett helped you load a rather large water balloon into the slingshot the boys only really ever used at pool parties, sending it flying right onto Smitty who quickly ran back into the house. So far, this had been yours and Rhett's best plan ever.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #frat!rhett #frat!rhett abbott #outer range

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Can you write a Ran x Fem reader, where he has to get out of bed to pick up drunk reader from a party?

P.s. I love how Ran is a sleepy head😭

I REALLY LOVE THIS

Sleepy Heads: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

wc: 533

tw: fluff, College AU

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The phone is ringing. The phone is ringing! The phone is--

Ran shoots out of his sleep, his eyes cracking open in the pitch dark to search for his phone. Your ringtone is playing somewhere underneath the sheets, the sounds of "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls filling his ears.

He finally finds the vibrating device underneath the blankets and swipes to answer without heistation.

"H-hey," Ran breathes, the sound of thumping bass and girls voices answering him.

"Ran!" you shout, your voice slurred and somewhat flirtier than usual. "Baby, how are you doing?"

"I was asleep," he replies, yawning loudly. "But I'm up now. What's going on, love?"

"I'm so wasted," you croon, then you giggle sharply. "Could you maybe... come get me from the Beta Rho house?"

"Uh, yeah," Ran mutters, looking at the clock on his nightstand. "just give me a few minutes."

Ran shuffles out of bed, letting you remain on the phone while he puts on his shoes, throws on a hoodie, grabs a spare, and fixes his braids before leaving his dorm.

"You said, Beta Rho?" Ran asks, walking down the sidewalk.

"Yeah, babe. It was a rager." Ran knows what "rager" is the code word for, which means you'll be drunker than most. Sleep is still biting at his heels when he arrives at the frat house, his finger pressing the doorbell slowly.

The door creaks open, and Ran is greeted by Mitsuya, who smiles at him tenderly.

"You here for y/n?" Mitsuya wonders, and Ran nods slowly. "Y/n, Ran's here!"

"Oh my gosh, thank you," you beam, exiting the house with wobbly steps. "You're the best, Mitsuya."

"Get some rest, y/n," Mitsuya urges you before giving Ran a quick salute and closing the door. Ran offers you his spare hoodie - it's cold - and wraps you up in it before holding you close.

"Going back to the Iota Kappa house," Ran mutters, and you shiver, snuggling into him for warmth.

"Cool," you reply. It doesn't take long for you to arrive back at Iota Kappa - it's only a block away - and when he opens the door, there's only silence to greet you.

"It's usually super loud over here," you notice, shuffling into the main room with curiosity. "Where is everyone?"

"Asleep or at the club," Ran answers, sitting you on the couch and taking your shoes off. "Do you want a shower?"

"Nah," you chuckle. "Don't think I'd make it out of there."

"Let's get you to bed, then." Ran takes you upstairs and pulls back the sheets before urging you to get as comfortable as you want. You take off almost all of your outerwear, dumping it on the floor, and take one of Ran's shirts out of his drawer.

"I'm gonna sleep in this." Ran shrugs, climbs into bed and waits patiently for you to join him. Only when you're in his arms does he hear, "Thanks for picking me up, babe."

"Of course," he replies, kissing your cheeks and pulling you close to him under the sheets. "I'll always come to get you and walk you home."

"Always?" you murmur drowsily, slipping off to sleep.

"Always. I promise."

#ran haitani fluff #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff

[daisynik7]

Rush

Chapter 3: After Party

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: underaged drinking, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, blowjob, daddy kink, cum eating, corruption kink

Summary: Alpha Tau and Sigma Nu Kappa volunteer together at the Trost District Food Bank. After the event, the brothers invite the sisters back to Mike’s house for a kickback, where you revisit a familiar room.

Notes: Chapter title inspired by “After Party” by Don Toliver

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A week after the first exchange of the semester, Alpha Tau hosts a volunteer event at the charity of their choice: the Trost District Food Bank. That Saturday morning, the sisters of Sigma Nu Kappa meet them at the front of their fraternity house, waiting for the charter bus to arrive. 

Eren has tried all week not to think about what happened the night of the exchange. It was all just a casual hookup. Nothing major, no big deal. He even told her it would be a one-time kind of thing. He isn’t trying to get tied down by one girl, especially not one in Sigma Nu Kappa.

He won’t admit it out loud, but he cares to some degree about his reputation. Why would he hook up with a Sigma Nu Kappa when he could get an Eta Iota girl? Or a Delta Mu? They are the hottest girls on campus. Perfect for him to play around with and live out his frat boy dream.  

He has caught himself a few times this week, jerking off in the shower, thinking about the way his fingers slid in and out of her pussy. The way she sucked him in and clenched around him, so tight and wet. How she fucked herself onto his fingers without him even telling her to. How she took his whole cock into her mouth, swallowing his load without complaint. For an innocent virgin, she sure acted like a freak. And that intrigues him. But he’s sure he’ll find another girl in the other sororities that is as eager and willing to indulge in his depraved fantasies. 

No one else knows about what they did that night. Mikasa didn’t even bother searching for him or her roommate after getting caught up in a riveting game of beer pong against Hange. It seems like they both had a mutual understanding to keep their little rendezvous a secret. 

Still, it’s in his mind to try and avoid her at today’s event. Just to save themselves from any awkwardness. Knowing how embarrassed she got over a simple Truth or Dare game, he assumes she’ll be extra fragile if she were to see him today. 

Eren hangs out in the back of the crowd, next to Jean and Marco. Armin stands next to Erwin in the front, volunteering to help organize everyone into groups. Subconsciously, he gets on his tip toes to look at the SNK sisters, huddling together in their matching sorority letters. He spots her, standing beside Mikasa, arms linked together like two best friends. He wonders if she told Mikasa what happened between them, how his best friend would react knowing he’s corrupted her precious little roommate. 

Remembering not to think about her, he shakes away his current thoughts and tries to engage in conversation with Jean and Marco to distract himself. They all start loading into the bus, sisters first. He’s the last passenger and takes the open seat at the very front, next to Hange, unfortunately. 

It’s a 20-minute ride to the food bank, which feels like an hour to Eren as he desperately tries to avoid Hange’s invasive questions. “What’s your blood type?” “What’s your workout regimen?” “Have you ever broken any bones?”

When they’re finally there, they all exit the bus and gather in a warehouse, surrounded by pallets full of canned goods and prepackaged foods. The food bank coordinators greet them and explain their tasks for the day. When they’re done, Erwin and Armin go around, assigning each person to a group. 

“Eren, you’ll be in the corner over there, where Reiner is,” Armin informs him. 

He goes towards Reiner, who is already joined by Mike and eventually Erwin. They wait as the sisters of Sigma Nu Kappa get themselves organized. A few minutes later, three sisters walk towards them. Eren immediately recognizes Annie and Petra. When they get closer, he sees who their third member is.

It’s her. Mikasa’s roommate. The virgin. 

Fuck.

~~~

You decide not to tell Mikasa about your little sex-capade with her childhood best friend. Not because you think she would react in some type of way, but because you feel embarrassed for even having that experience to begin with. 

The whole week, you try your best not to think about Eren. You succeed at this, for the most part. His harsh words and blank expression are always at the forefront of your mind. But the memory of him fucking you with his fingers and calling you a good girl sneaks its way in and makes your pussy throb. Makes you want him, despite his asshole behavior.

Naturally, you feel nervous to see him at this volunteer event. No matter how much you remind yourself that Eren Jaeger is a dick, you still don’t trust yourself enough to keep your cool around him. At least you’ll be able to avoid him today. It’s just a volunteering event, there’s no way you’ll need mingle with him.

That’s what you think. Until you’re assigned to the same group.

You, Annie, and Petra are directed by Hange to join a group at one corner of the warehouse, sorting through some of the canned goods. As you make your way over, you see Eren, man bun and all, wearing the same type of joggers he wore a week ago. The same ones you shoved down his legs to suck his thick cock. 

Pull it together, you think to yourself. He probably hasn’t thought about you since. He probably doesn’t even remember your name. 

You hide behind your sisters, wanting to avoid seeing him as much as possible. Petra is her bubbly self as usual, introducing herself to a tall, blond brother who you didn’t see at last week’s party. His name is Reiner, and he wears a bored expression on his face the whole time as Petra talks animatedly to him. 

When mingling time is done, you stick close to Annie, who has since apologized to you for what she did at the Truth or Dare game. There are three different pallets, each one holding a huge box filled with canned goods. Your task is to go through each one, check the expiration dates, and separate the vegetables from the fruits. After a few minutes of sorting through cans, chatting casually with Annie, Petra comes over to your side. “You two should mingle with the Alpha Tau brothers,” she suggests.

“How can we ‘mingle’ when we’re too busy sorting through these cans,” Annie says, sarcastically.

“Well, you two are chatting away with each other just fine, I expect you to do the same with the Alpha Tau brothers! That’s the whole point of this collab!”

With a roll of her eyes, Annie relents. “Fine. Who do you want me to talk to?”

“Well, that Reiner guys seems –”

“Not him. Anyone else, besides him.”

That’s right; you remember Annie mentioning her dislike for Reiner a few weeks ago.

“Then go talk to Mike. He’s nice.”

Annie takes her time walking to another box, leaving you with Petra. She looks at you with a kind smile. “So, think you can take two guys at once?”

“Huh?” 

“Oops, didn’t mean to make that sound so dirty, ha ha! I mean, I’m going to have two of the brothers help you on this side. Eren and Reiner.” Before you can protest, Petra waves over in the distance, calling for them. You pretend to focus on two different cans of corn as they approach her.

“Okay, Eren and Reiner. This is my sorority sister.” Petra introduces you, then she skips away to join Erwin at his box. “Have fun, you three!”

You drop the cans to look at them. They both have blank expressions on their face. Eren crosses his arms over his chest, gaze on the ground. Holding your hand out to the blond, you greet, “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, sure,” he responds, giving you a half-assed handshake. 

“Nice to see you again, Eren.” 

He turns his head to you and nods. “Yeah, sure.”

Great. There’s two of them. 

You scoot to one side of the box, trying your best focus on the task. Eren and Reiner stand beside each other, the blond closer to you, as they start sorting through the cans. It’s silent at first, until Reiner starts talking to his brother. You eavesdrop on their conversation.

“There’s another Eta Iota party tonight. Hopefully you can make it this time.”

“Yeah, I should be able to,” Eren replies.

“Dude, those chicks are wild. Hooked up with two girls last week. You’re fresh meat, so they’ll fucking love you.”

It takes all your willpower not to roll your eyes at what this creep is saying. 

“Erwin is so fucking lame. He told me and Bertolt off for not attending the exchange last week. Fucking prick. Why should I attend a party with absolutely zero girls I’d like to fuck in there?”

Either he’s totally forgotten you exist, or he really doesn’t give a shit. Either way, you keep to yourself, wishing you had brought your headphones to drown out the bullshit. From the corner of your eye, you see Eren glance at you as his brother continues to berate your sorority. “The most boring, ugliest chicks on campus, and we’re the sad fuckers paired with them. What a fucking joke.”

“Reiner,” Eren starts, but before he can get a word in, you snap.

“Well, fuck you too, Reiner. I hope for your own sake, and for the sake of those poor girls that had to fuck you last week, you at least have a big cock to compensate for your shitty personality.”

He turns to you with a cocky smirk. “Maybe I do have a big cock. Bet you’d like to see it.”

“Only if I need to induce vomiting,” you retort. 

“You wouldn’t even know what to do with it anyways. Everyone knows SNK girls are all prudes. Right, Eren?” 

He focuses on the food in the box. Without looking up, he mutters, “Yeah.” 

You should have expected this from him based on what he said to you last week. But you still can’t help yourself from feeling disappointed in his response. At least this will make it easier to forget about him and move on. 

Unsure how to react, you turn your attention back to the canned goods, hoping you can block out Reiner and Eren for the next hour. You’re tempted to ask Petra to switch to a different group, but you don’t want to give Reiner the satisfaction of thinking he got under your skin, which he did. So, you just sort through the vegetables and fruits in silence.

A couple of minutes pass, then you hear Reiner say, “I gotta take a shit. I’ll be back.” He leaves toward the bathroom, leaving you and Eren alone. 

~~~

When Reiner is out of earshot, Eren clears his throat. “Hey. Are you okay?”

She sorts through the cans, pretending not to hear him. Eren moves a little closer and repeats, “Are you okay?”

Without looking up, she responds, “Yeah, sure.”

He maintains his neutral expression, but inside, he can’t help but chuckle at her repeating the same “cool guy” response he gave to her earlier. He finds it amusing.  

“Sorry about Reiner. He’s a dick.”

She scoffs but doesn’t say anything else. Taking the hint, he decides to stop talking about his big bro and ask, “So, how have you been?”

“Do you really care?” 

He’s surprised by the venom in her voice. “Hey, I’m just trying to keep things cordial between us. Keep the peace,” he offers.

Finally, she looks up at him and says, “Well, I can’t just stand back and listen to some asshole talk shit about people I care about.”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m the same way.”

They stare at each other for a couple seconds, not speaking. Studying one another. Eren wishes he was a mind reader so he can tell what she’s thinking.

He makes small talk, asking her about her major and her hometown. He finds out she’s from Krolva District and majors in bioengineering. He reveals that he’s from Shinganshina and is doing philosophy. 

“What do you want to do with your philosophy major?” she asks.

“I’m trying to get into law school, actually. I want to be a lawyer.” 

“Oh nice. I can see you doing that.”

He smirks. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I can totally see you using some Jedi mind tricks to manipulate someone into doing something, like confessing.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I guess it depends. You can use it to get whatever you want from people.”

For some reason, at those words, his mind goes back to last week.

Let me make you feel good.

Fuck yourself on my fingers. Just like that.

Suddenly, he blurts out, “Last week was fun, by the way.” Shit. He wasn’t planning to mention it, but he does. He rubs the back of his neck, a bit flustered by his admission.

She breaks eye contact and looks down at the ground. “Yeah, it was.”

Maybe we can do it again, he’s tempted to say. There he goes again, thinking with his dick and not his brain. He can’t help it. His mind is filled with the memory of her on top of him, a moaning mess, rubbing herself against his hand. His fingers covered in her shiny cum, so tantalizing he almost stuck it in his mouth to taste. 

Why is his mind so occupied by this girl? He barely knows her. She’s not even his type. What about her is pulling him in? And how can he stop it?

With perfect timing, Reiner returns, taking the same spot in between them. “Damn, we’ve still got a whole hour left of this shit,” he grunts.

Eren glances over and sees her focus back on the canned goods. He wonders if she’s thinking about him the same way he’s thinking about her. Probably not. Even he can admit that he acted like a dick after their encounter. 

As Reiner babbles on about stupid shit, Eren tries to avoid looking at her for the remainder of the time. Tonight, he’ll find a hot Eta Iota girl to fuck and forget about her. That’s what he needs to do to move on from the girl that has taken over his thoughts the past week. Simple and easy as that.

When the event is done, everyone gets into the bus to head back to campus. When it pulls into the front of the fraternity house, Levi stands up to speak.

“Alpha Tau brothers and Sigma Nu Kappa sisters. Thank for a successful volunteer event at the Trost District Food Bank. The coordinators are very pleased with our work and extend their gratitude. Also, Mike has another announcement he’d like to make. 

Mike gets up and announces, “I’d like to invite you all over to my place again for a little kickback tonight. BYOB. I’ll order some pizzas and we can just chill.”

Mostly everyone is excited for that news, except Reiner and Bertolt, who maintain their stoic expressions. Eren tries to match their energy, knowing he’s going to be out partying with them tonight. 

When they all exit the bus, Eren catches up with Mikasa and Armin, who he’s barely spoken to all day. 

“Eren! How did it go with your group?” Armin asks. 

“It was alright, I guess.”

Mikasa sighs. “I wish I was in either of your groups. I was stuck with Jean, and he kept trying to flirt with me.” 

Armin laughs. “That’s Jean for you. Anyways, will you be going to Mike’s tonight, Mikasa?”

“Probably. We’ll ask Petra to buy some alcohol for us so we can bring something. You guys are gonna be there, right?”

“Yeah, of course!” Armin exclaims. 

Eren doesn’t say anything until they both look at him, waiting for an answer. 

“What?” he asks, playing dumb.

“You’re going to be at Mike’s tonight, right Eren?”

Nope, not this time. Armin and Mikasa will not guilt him again. “I’m going to an Eta Iota party with Reiner.”

“Eta Iota?!”

“Reiner?!”

“Look, I just want to check it out, okay? It’s not a big deal,” he explains. 

His two friends stare at him for a few seconds. Mikasa’s eyebrows are furrowed, and a prominent frown is apparent on her face. Armin looks nervous and concerned. 

Eren shrugs. “Seriously, it’s one party. I just want to meet some of the other people.” 

After they exchange a few more concerned looks at each other, Armin relents. “Okay. Well, have fun.”

Mikasa remains silent and looks down at the ground. 

It’s not like he needs the permission of his friends to do what he wants. But he’d rather be honest with them instead of sneaking around and lying about it. Soon enough, they’ll figure out that nothing will stop him from getting what he wants. And tonight, no one will stop him from going to this party.

“Hey, Mikasa. Ready for lunch?” Mikasa’s roommate walks towards them with a smile. Eren notices how she avoids his gaze. 

“Yeah, I’m starving. Armin, want to come with us? We’re just going to the dining hall.”

“Sure.”

Eren, a little peeved, jokes, “Thanks for the invite.”

With narrowed eyes, Mikasa responds, “I thought you would be getting lunch with your big bro, Reiner.” 

“It doesn’t suit you to be childish, Mikasa,” he responds. 

“Whatever. Have fun at your Eta Iota party, I guess.”

“Maybe I’ll come by before to pre-game. We can hang out for a bit.” He looks at Mikasa’s roommate when he says this, trying to gauge her reaction. She just gazes down at the ground, avoiding eye contact. 

Mikasa links arms with her and states, “Fine. We’re going to lunch now.” They start walking away towards the dining hall. 

Before following the girls, Armin sticks around to warn, “Be careful, Eren. With Reiner.” His tone is serious.

“You worry too much. He’s my big bro. He’s cool.”

“I know you think that. But Annie has told me some stuff about him. You’re not like him, Eren. You shouldn’t try to be like him.”

“I don’t know what I’m like yet, Armin. That’s what I’m trying to figure it out. And you and Mikasa need to let me find that out on my own.” Why is everyone on his case? Why can’t they just let him be?

With one more concerned look, Armin waves goodbye and catches up with the girls, leaving Eren alone in front of the frat house.

~~~

After lunch, you and Mikasa head back to your dorm room to study and relax. Mike’s party isn’t till later in the night, so you take a much needed nap while Mikasa heads to the gym to work out. 

You take a shower and get ready, opting to wear more comfortable clothes since it’s supposed to be a more low-key party compared to last week’s exchange. As you sit at the edge of your bed, waiting for Mikasa to change into her stylish athletic wear, she brings up Eren.

“I think Reiner is a bad influence on Eren.”

Mikasa hasn’t brought him up all week. The last she spoke of him was after the exchange, when the two of you were situated in your beds, recounting the night. She teased you for thinking he was the hottest guy in the room. She even apologized on his behalf for refusing to kiss you during the game, still completely unaware of what he did to you right after. So, the sudden mention of his name startles you.

You didn’t tell her what happened earlier today at the volunteer event. How Reiner said awful things about the sorority, how Eren blindly agreed with his big brother. It doesn’t seem important enough to report to her or to anyone else. A small part of you also doesn’t want to rat out Eren for his behavior. But it seems it’s already obvious to his closest friends.

Feigning ignorance, you ask, “What do you mean?”

“Annie said Reiner is a typical frat boy. I’m nervous that Eren is going to try to be like that.”

Mikasa also doesn’t know what Eren told you, only minutes after meeting you for the first time:

Guys join frats to party and fuck, and that’s what I intend to do.

She continues. “I know Eren isn’t like that. But today, he told me and Armin he’s going to an Eta Iota party with Reiner, and I just can’t help but worry.”

“What are you worried about?” 

“That he’s going to make some bad decisions tonight, under the guidance of his big brother.” 

What can you even say to Mikasa right now? Do you agree with her, knowing fully well that Eren is on a mission to be the biggest fuck boy on campus? It’s only going to make her worry more. Trying to calm her nerves, you reassure her. “You know Eren better than anyone. If you say he isn’t like that, then I’m sure you’re right. Besides, he’s a big boy. He can make his own decisions. It’s not your responsibility to look after him.”

Before she can respond, you add, “You’ve got to live your life too. You can’t spend every waking moment worrying about your friend.”

She frowns, still anxious but contemplating your advice. Eventually, she agrees, “Yeah, you’re right.” It’s unconvincing, but it seems enough to appease her for the time being. 

Once you’re both ready, the two of you walk to the Sigma Nu Kappa house to meet the rest of your pledge class and Petra, who has kindly offered to provide the alcohol tonight for the underaged sisters. You all walk together to Mike’s off-campus house, carrying White Claws inconspicuously in tote bags. 

When Petra knocks on the door, you’re all greeted happily by Mike, who ushers you in. “Welcome, ladies. Pizzas already here, so help yourselves.”

Most of the senior sisters are already here, including Hange and Nanabe. There are several Alpha Tau brothers in attendance, like Erwin and Levi, who currently stand in the kitchen conversing with each other. All the new brothers are in attendance, except for Eren. They are gathered on the couch, playing Mario Kart on the big screen. Overall, it’s less crowded than the exchange last week, but still lively. 

You grab a box of pizza to bring to the couch and crack open a White Claw, watching Jean, Connie, Armin, and Marco race each other. Mikasa and Sasha sit beside you, grabbing a piece of pizza and sipping on their own hard seltzer. When one of the races is finished, Jean reaches over to grab a slice and say, “So, I heard Jaeger is going to an Eta Iota party tonight.”

“Who told you?” Mikasa questions.

“Armin mentioned it when I asked if he’s coming.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Jealous? I’d much rather be here with you.” He directs his smile at Mikasa, who blushes. You try to hide a grin behind your White Claw. 

Sasha adds, “Annie’s roommate is in Eta Iota. Hitch Dreyse.”

“Is she hot?” Connie asks, joining in their conversation.

“Yeah, she’s cute. She was in my group during recruitment. Want me to introduce you to her?” 

As Sasha slides next to Connie on the other side of the couch to inspect Hitch’s Instagram page, Armin takes the now empty spot next to you. “Hey Mikasa, have you heard anything from Eren? He did say he might come here to pre-game.”

In a quiet voice, Mikasa responds, “I haven’t heard anything.”

“Maybe I should text him. See where he is right now.”

In a more assertive voice, Mikasa says, “Armin, stop. We can’t keep worrying about Eren. Just…let him be.”

A few seconds pass before Armin sighs and agrees. “Yeah. Okay.”

Sensing the need to change the mood, you pat both of their hands and exclaim, “You know what will get your minds off Eren? A drinking game! Let’s go!”

You pull on their hands until they reluctantly get up, following you into the living room. A group of people, mostly the seniors, sit on the ground surrounding a ring of playing cards face down with a large beer mug in the middle.

“My little babies!” Hange exclaims. “We’re about to start King’s Cup! Come join us!”

After a brief explanation of the rules, the game starts. The oldest in the circle is elected to go first. Erwin draws a card and reveals a four of hearts. “Alright, ladies. Drink.”

“Wait, why? What does a four mean again?”

“C’mon, Erwin. You have to say it properly. Four is for whores. All you ladies drink.”

Erwin furrows his thick eyebrows. “I’m not going to say that about these lovely women.”

“It’s just for the game, idiot. Everyone knows we don’t mean it,” Levi clarifies, as he goes next. “Ahhh, a six. Drink up, dicks.” 

Copious amounts of alcohol are consumed as more cards are drawn. Mikasa pulls out an ace, meaning everyone must drink until she stops. She ends up chugging her newly opened White Claw, making everyone else finish whatever alcohol they had in hand. Armin draws an eight, prompting him to choose you as his “mate”; you have to drink every time he does. Hange has to “bust a jive” when she reveals a five, to which she performs a sad attempt at twerking, resulting in Levi throwing a few ones at her from his pockets. When Mike draws another eight a few turns later, he strategically chooses Armin as his buddy, a naughty expression on his face. Feeling a little tipsy already, you groan, “So now every time Mike drinks, I also have to drink? What the fuck!” 

Throughout the next hour, more asses are shaken, four different rounds of Never Have I Ever is played, three people pour a large amount of their liquor into the beer mug after drawing a king. And unfortunately for you, the chain of drinking buddies expands to Erwin and Levi, so whenever either of them drink, you have to as well. 

A very drunk Armin pulls the last king from the cards. His name is chanted as he guzzles down the nasty looking beer mug like a champ, ending the game. Everyone gets up to disperse, either to get more alcohol in the kitchen or to walk off the drunkenness. As they pass, the Alpha Tau brothers pat Armin’s back as he gives them a goofy grin, eyes glazed over with intoxication. 

On your way towards the kitchen, Mike walks besides you, giving you a playful nudge. “You were a trooper, having to deal with all your drinking mates.”

You poke your finger at his chest. “You’re the one who started it! I blame you for this.” 

He smirks as he brushes a few hairs away from your forehead. “Don’t worry. You’re still cute when you’re drunk.”

Is he hitting on you? A senior? The Mike Zacharias? 

For some reason, you think about Eren. What’s he doing right now? He’s probably flirting with some Eta Iota girl, maybe even fucking her at this very moment. Doing exactly what he wants to do. What’s stopping you from doing the same? Why can’t you flirt a little with someone else? It’s not like you and Eren are dating. You’re not even friends. Barely even acquaintances. 

Why can’t you shake this lingering feeling of guilt?

You give Mike a polite smile and mutter a shy, “Thank you.” 

“Do you have a boyfriend, princess?”

Your heart skips a beat when he calls you that. It’s sweet hearing him use a pet name like this. But something possesses you in this moment to lie. Not because you want to reject his advances. The reason has to do with Eren.

Eren, with his lazy man bun and bad boy attitude. Eren, who acts likes he doesn’t give a shit to impress his big brother Reiner. Eren, whose fingers have christened your body, making you feel pleasure you’ve never felt before in your life. Making you crave more of his touch. Making you wonder what other obscene things he can do to your virginal body.

There’s a twisted part of you that wants him to be the first to defile you. To ruin you.

So, you lie. “Yeah. I do,” you tell Mike.

He reacts kindly, putting his hands up in surrender with a grin. “Got it. I’m sorry.”

“I’m flattered. Really. You’re sweet.”

He keeps smiling at you when he says, “He’s a lucky guy. I hope he tells you how beautiful you are every day. I know I would.” He heads into the other room, leaving you alone in your thoughts.

God. It’s almost physically painful to watch him walk away. What the hell are you doing? Here’s this guy, older, mature, sweet, and you turn him away? Because of someone who doesn’t even try to pretend to give a shit about you. He’s already told you it was a one-time thing. You’re not interesting enough for him. Why are you still holding out hope? Where’s your self-respect?

Again, there’s that twisted part of your brain that makes excuses for him. Today at the volunteer event, when it was just the two of you, he made it a point to mention, Last week was fun, by the way. Why would he bring it up if it didn’t mean something? 

You make your way to Mikasa, who leans on the counter in the kitchen chatting with Levi. Drunk and dizzy, you rest your head on her shoulder, face hot and breathing shallow. 

“Is she okay?” You hear Levi ask her. 

“She’s drunk. Here, drink some water,” she tells you, shoving a cup to your lips. You tip it into your mouth sloppily, dribbling on yourself.

“She should rest in the guest room upstairs,” Levi advises. 

Taking his recommendation, Mikasa leads you upstairs into the bathroom to do your business and splash cold water onto your face. The two of you walk past Mike’s room and slip into the one you hid in last week. You flop onto the bed, still dizzy and antsy as she forces you to hydrate more.

She brushes a few hairs away to feel your face. “Geez, your cheeks are burning up. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, think I just need to take a quick nap.”

“You sure you’ll be okay in here? We’ll just be watching a movie a downstairs.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you assure her. “Just come get me when you’re ready to leave.”

“Okay. Call me if you need anything. And finish the rest of that water.” 

She gives you a small smile before closing the door behind her, leaving you in the dark. Moonlight shines dimly through the window. The bed feels cool against your burning skin. You sit up to drink more water, trying your best to sober up. You can already feel the effects of the alcohol wearing off as you continue to hydrate. Resting your head on the pillow, you close your eyes for a several minutes, using the distant sound of the party below as white noise. You can’t sleep, but the least you could do is try to rest. 

After a while, you open your eyes again, suddenly aware of your current location. Being in this room makes you think about Eren. You can’t help it. This is where you had your first kiss. Your first sexual experience. You feel a sensation growing between your legs as you remember the dirty details of last week. His fingers disappearing in you, this thumb caressing your clit tenderly, his cock sliding in and out of your wet mouth, his cum shooting into the back of your throat. 

Fuck. It’s too much. Too good. You reach down, fingers past the hem of your leggings and into your panties, where you feel yourself already wet from your arousal. With your middle finger, you gather up your slick and rub small circles around your clit. You let the pleasure build up before you start moaning louder, tapping away at your swelling bud. With your free hand, you slide your leggings and panties past your ass, leaving your pussy bare as you keep touching yourself.

You don’t think about getting caught in the act until you hear the bedroom door shut and a familiar silhouette walking towards you. 

~~~

Eren arrives at the Eta Iota party already tipsy. Him, Reiner, and Bertolt pre-gamed in the Alpha Tau house before arriving to the off-campus party. When Reiner knocks on the door, a girl named Sandra greets them. “Hey Reiner, glad you could make it.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t miss it. I brought my little bro, Eren.” 

“I should introduce him to Hitch. She’ll be excited to meet him.”

She leads them through the packed house. There are men from other fraternities gathered there, mingling with the other Eta Iota sisters. Eren doesn’t recognize anybody, making him feel out of place. They get a few curt looks from strangers as they pass by.

He’s surprised and confused to finally see a familiar face in the kitchen. Annie stands against the countertop next to girl with a light brown bob, both sipping on jungle juice. When Annie sees Eren, her eyes narrow. “What are you doing here, Jaeger?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Annie.”

“My roommate Hitch here forced me to go to this party, so I had no choice. I’m a bit disappointed to see you here with them.” She glares at Reiner and Bertolt, who are socializing with some men from another fraternity. 

Eren shrugs. “They invited me, so I didn’t really have a choice either.”

Hitch introduces herself, then says, “I heard Alpha Tau is partnered with Sigma Nu Kappa this semester. How’s that going?”

Another shrug. “It’s alright, I guess.”

“I know most of the new girls in there. We all went through recruitment together. I almost joined SNK because of how much I got along with them.”

“But you didn’t.”

Embarrassed, she looks down at her side. “No, I didn’t.”

Annie continues to study Eren carefully. “Why does it seem like you have something against Sigma Nu Kappa? Are you letting that idiot convince you that we’re not cool enough?”

“I don’t let other people influence how I think or feel,” Eren states. He clenches his fist, feeling agitated that she would even suggest something like that.

“So, what is it then?”

“Maybe I just want to meet some new people. Explore my options.”

She laughs sarcastically. “You sound like a typical fuck boy.”

Having enough of whatever this is, Eren pours liquor into a cup and hangs out on the couch. He scans the room, observing the girls of Eta Iota. He doesn’t particularly feel drawn to any of them. And no one really approaches him all night, except for a few guys who try to start conversation. He’s been told that he comes off a little intense, maybe even intimidating. But he didn’t expect to be ignored by the Eta Iotas. That’s not what was promised to him by Reiner. 

By midnight, he decides to leave. Reiner and Bertolt have been busy all night, playing beer pong and flirting with girls that don’t want anything to do with him. He doesn’t bother letting them know he’s heading out; they won’t care. 

As he makes his way back on campus, he checks his phone. No texts from either Armin or Mikasa. It’s out of character for his friends. It must have finally gotten through to them to not bother him anymore. Still, he doesn’t mind hanging out, especially after a disappointing night. 

He turns around and starts walking towards Mike’s house, where he knows they’ll be. When he knocks on the door, Connie answers, eyes bloodshot with a lazy smile plastered across his face. “Fucking finally.” He looks over his shoulder to yell out, “Eren’s here y’all!”

Stepping foot into the house, Eren sees a crowd of Alpha Tau brothers and SNK sisters gathered around the couch and floor, watching a movie. The lights are dimmed, pizza boxes stacked on one of the tables, and everyone has a drink in hand.

“Eren! You’re here!” Armin exclaims, currently cushioned between Jean and Mikasa on the couch.

“Look who decided to join us,” Mikasa remarks, with a slight smile. 

“How was the Eta Iota party?” Jean asks.

Eren shrugs and answers, “It was okay.”

Levi yells out, “Jaeger, pull up a chair. We’re watching Twilight. Every time someone does something cringey, we drink.”

“Which is apparently every two minutes,” Petra adds. 

“Yeah, sure. Let me use the bathroom first.”

Mikasa asks, “Since you’ll be up there, can you check on my roommate? She’s just upstairs in the spare bedroom, taking a nap.”

His ears perk up at this. So that’s where she is. 

He agrees and walks upstairs, heading to the bathroom first. After he washes his hands, he studies his reflection in the mirror for a good minute, fixing any loose strands from his bun and swiping away any stray baby hairs from his forehead. Satisfied with his appearance, he steps quietly across the hall and presses his ear up to the guest bedroom door, listening for any sign that she’s still sleeping. There’s soft moaning coming from the other side of the door. It’s her moaning; there’s no mistaking it. He turns the handle slowly and creaks the door open just enough to peek inside. 

Through the darkness, he sees her figure on the bed, on her back with thighs spread wide, bucking her hips against her fingers.

He doesn’t think. His body just moves. He enters the room and shuts the door behind him, sauntering towards her like a predator stalking its prey. When she finally notices him, he expects her to jump and retract her hand from her arousal, but she doesn’t. Instead, she stares at him, eyes locked on his as she continues to caress her clit. 

“Eren.”

The way she moans out his name drives him crazy. He stands at the end of the bed, watching her, feeling incredibly aroused. Her pants aren’t even pulled all the way down. As if she couldn’t waste a second to start touching herself.

He strips her leggings and panties off her body then kneels on the bed, right in front of the show she’s putting on for him. In a low voice, he demands, “Show me how you fuck yourself.”

Obeying, she slips her middle finger inside her slit, pussy squelching with each thrust. With her wet finger, she starts massaging her clit. Filthy moans pour out of her lips as she continues to pleasure herself in front of him. 

“Fuck,” he breathes out, palming his erection through his pants. He watches as her finger glistens with her own slick. Unable to deny it any longer, he grabs at her wrist and sticks it into his mouth, swirling his tongue over every inch skin. Finally tasting the alluring nectar that’s been on his mind all week. He savors how luscious it feels on his tongue. It’s immaculate. Chaste. Only for him.

Is it the alcohol? He didn’t even drink that much. He’s pretty much sober now. But he feels absolutely feral, giving in to every wicked desire he has in his fucked-up head. The one thing he wants more than anything is to dive in and devour her. To drink her up until this unbelievable thirst is quenched. He wants it. He needs it.

Positioning his face between her thighs, he teases her with the tip of his tongue. She jolts at the sensation, crying out, “Fuck!”

Smirking at her reaction, he leans in closer and coos, “Can I eat this pretty pussy out? It looks so fucking scrumptious. It’s making my mouth water.”

“Fuck, Eren. You’re so fucking nasty,” she whines.

“Yeah, I am. And so are you.” He rubs his middle finger up and down her folds, pressing against her clit each time he reaches it. “Finger fucking yourself like that in front of me. Shoving your cum coated fingers down my throat. Fucking nasty slut.” 

She squirms above him, his face dangerously close to her arousal, spraying his saliva over her pussy with every filthy word he spits out to her. “You act all innocent and shy, but when you’re with me, you’re just a dirty, little slut, huh? Tell me you want my tongue on you. I need to hear you say it.” 

“Fuck, Eren. Put your tongue on me. Eat me out.”

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he growls. He latches his lips around her clit and starts rubbing his tongue on it, side to side. Her little bud sticks out perfectly for him, puffy and swollen from stimulation as he gobbles her up. He slips his middle and index fingers into her slick entrance and fucks her, relishing the lewd sounds that she makes. She’s just as tight as she was a week ago. Still a pristine virgin for him. His cock twitches thinking about how he’ll ruin her. Not tonight. But soon.

He goes completely wild, slobbering all over her, making the nastiest noises. Her moans become whimpers as she loses herself in the intense pleasure. He reaches his free hand down to his stiff cock but uses all his strength to stop himself. If he jerks off right now, he knows he’ll come. He’s so fucking turned on from eating her out, he almost feels like he can come untouched.

He goes at it for several more minutes, not stopping even when her orgasm is palpable on his glistening fingers. He slides them out to slurp the cum flowing out of her. “Look at this. All for me,” he hums, alternating between licking her slit and sucking her clit with his wet lips. 

“Fuck, Eren. Feels so fucking good,” she moans, overstimulated and spent from her climax.  

“You’re such a good girl, just taking it like this. Coming all over my fucking mouth,” he praises.

“Fuck, daddy.”

Daddy. His fucking weakness. 

He runs his tongue over her folds one last time before he releases her, getting off the bed to quickly slide out of his pants and underwear. His hard cock springs up against his abdomen as he stands, waiting. 

“Come here. Let daddy fuck that filthy mouth of yours.” 

She gets down on her knees in front of him, spreading her legs apart on the floor. She opens up wide, so fucking eager to receive his big cock. He guides it slowly past her lips and down her mouth until it hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag. He chuckles and he pulls back a bit. “Too big for you, huh? Don’t worry, we’ll practice. You’ll be able to take it without gagging soon enough.” 

Mouth too full of his dick, she just nods obediently as he starts thrusting into her. He has both hands on the sides of her head, gently bobbing it onto his dick. Her hand reaches down between her legs, rubbing her clit as he fucks her. 

“Fuck. You like getting used like this, don’t you?” he spits out.

She responds with another nod as she starts fingering herself again, still taking his cock like a good girl. Eren’s never been so turned on. He can’t think of anything more pornographic than the sight in front of him.

“Daddy’s ready to come,” he says, pulling her off.

Wiping the drool from her chin, she pleads, “Come in my mouth, daddy. Fill me up.” She sticks her tongue out for him, staring up at him with a fucked-out look on her face.

“Fuck,” he moans as he slaps the tip of his cock onto her tongue, a bead of precum sticking to her bottom lip, creating a salacious string between the space. It’s obscene. The way she kneels in front of him, thighs spread wide on the floor as she rubs her clit. Her tongue on full display, ready to receive his load. 

Any efforts to try to forget and move on from her are washed away. He’ll never forget this. He doesn’t want to forget.

His stomach clenches as he comes for her, shooting his seed all over her tongue. He strokes himself until nothing else comes out, knees giving in slightly from his intense orgasm. 

He hears her swallow before she lays back down on the bed, probably just as drained as he is. 

Ignoring the temptation to cuddle up next to her, he puts his pants back on, remembering that his friends are waiting for him downstairs. They’re probably already wondering why he hasn’t come back yet.

She doesn’t say anything as she gets comfortable on the pillows, a blissful smile on her face. Before he makes his exit, he leans in close to her, brushing a few strands of hair away from her forehead. She opens her eyes to look at him.

“Next time we see each other, I’m going to fuck you. Gonna turn my sweet, little virgin into a slut.” He presses his lips against her ear and whispers, “You’ll be the nastiest slut on campus after I’m through with you.”

With a sloppy kiss, Eren gets up and leaves the room with a satisfied smirk on his face.

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[overalls4all]

The brothers of Beta Iota Beta adjusted quite readily to the new dress code policy instituted by the new conservative Board of Directors. The new dress code required all male students and a faculty to wear uniform overalls at all times on campus. Because their frat house was on campus, that meant these frat brothers had to spent all of their time in their new uniforms.

The brothers reveled in their new overalls. Not only did they feel more manly, which as the intended effect of the dress code, but they also felt more united as a fraternity. It was an amazing feeling to get dressed in overalls each day, only to go downstairs and see all of your friends dressed in the same exact overalls. Soon enough, the brothers would wear their overalls even when they would leave campus, just because it felt right to stay united in uniform.

Here we see some of the brothers up to typical frat bro shenanigans. While some students protested against the dress code, these brothers are a shining example of why overalls are so necessary. Uniformity creates unity. The Board of Directors wants for all male students to find that unity in traditional masculinity. And thanks to their embrace of their overalls, Beta Iota Beta is already anticipating a lot of new pledges next year, each one ready to become another brother in bibs.

[ryan-sometimes]

So today in my chem frat we were talking about those “alpha/sigma male” guys. This then generated a discussion about which letter of the Greek alphabet kinda male every guy of in our frat was. One guy was an iota male. Another guy was a gamma male. Not a single one was an alpha.

#to be fair if you are in a chemistry fraternity the chances of you being an ‘’alpha male’’ are zero

[ryndicate]

Heatwave

Kirishima x fem!reader

Notes: I am here but also not here. Hitting the dash and running away again. Not a comeback, I just love grimetown and couldnt let the block party down:)!! @bastardblvd here's my "heatwave" submission. Very last minute, very improvised because I have had quite the month, but i gave it my best.

Warnings: we have an ex boyfie, some other slimeball residents make background appearances, make out sesh, manipulation, this is kinda tame and I'll probably add more some day but I'm burnt for now. This is future roommate!Kiri in his uni days!

"I'm leaving in 30 seconds with or without your gorgeous ass!"

Frustration boils across your skin in tandem with the sticky summer heat.

You stick your head out of the bathroom door and yell down the stairs at your roommate peering up from below.

"Give me two damn minutes to fix my hair and then we'll go—cool it, won't you?"

Mina sighs dramatically and leans against the open door with a carrying whine. "That's the whole point of leaving babe. Our place and every other place on campus? Furnace. Slime house? Paradise. Sweet air conditioned paradise. What's more important, ac or your hair?"

"You don't get it!"

You groan and slump over the counter, glaring at your reflection. Every inch of your much exposed skin is covered in a shiny layer of sweat. Makeup is out of the question because you're not out to look like a melting doll, so you really need your hair to do you some favors.

Every summer, grimetown's merciless heat has every dormgoer cranking their ac until it inevitably overrides the whole circuit and sinks every room on campus into the pits of hell—except the fraternity of Sigma Lamdba Iota Mu Epsilon, or Slime House as they call it. One of their frat is the secret key to keeping their generator and, more importantly, their central air up and running.

You can hear her lightly stomping up the stairs until she's in the doorway. Her crop top is damp with sweat, pink cheeks flushed as she throws you her best pleading eyes.

"I swear, I'll drown him in their pool if he says a single word to you. Deal? I'm going to burst into flames here."

"Fine," you grumble, tearing yourself away from the bathroom regretfully and allowing your much relieved roommate to lead you down the stairs and out the door and—

"How the fuck is it even hotter outside?" You complain loudly, squinting in the golden haze of the summer air.

Mina grumbles, her hair almost visibly frizzing in response to the awful humidity. "Let's just go."

It's a short and disgusting walk across campus to Slime House and you're halfway down the block to their place before you're already hearing the music and squeals and laughter.

You wince at the line leading up to the spacious porch. "I guess I took longer than I thought."

"You think?"

You glance briefly up at the sun, wondering how bad of a sunburn you'd get before the line eases up when Mina grabs your wrist and tugs you around the line.

"Are you crazy? The people in this line would kill someone for a cup of ice—" you hiss desperately.

Mina ignores you and pulls you past the glares and grumbles up to the porch where a familiar face greets you with a nailbiting smirk from his gatekeepering lawnchair.

"Good to see you ladies, nice day isn't it?"

"Naoya," Mina coos sweetly giving him a wide smile. "Any chance of some hot babes skipping the line?"

He hums softly, sharp eyes sliding from her to you and back, eyebrow perking in exaggerated thought. "I don't know, seems kinda unfair doesn't it?"

"Probably something to do about that, huh?" Mina nods sagely. "You know I have a pretty good in with Prof Nanamin this semester, how're your business Econ lectures going?"

Naoya's eyes gleam. "You know what, I think we can squeeze you in. Drinks are in the coolers in the backyard, upstairs bathrooms are off-limits, please no drugs in the pool–not after last time–and for the love of god," Naoya sighs like long suffering office worker, glancing up at you, "Please go talk Bakugou. He's insufferable."

Your face wrinkles up like you'd bitten a lemon rind. Mina quickly cuts off your no doubt scathing retort and with a breezy "sure thing!" And drags you into the house.

Your irritation at the talk of your ex is almost immediately killed and forgotten as wonderful goosebumps rise across your sweat-slicked skin as the central air blankets your body. You sigh and Mina groans in relief. On any given day, the amount of bodies in this house would probably be just as boiling, but compared to outside today, there's no comparison to be made.

Mina turns to you. "Don't stress too much about Bakugou. I'm sure he's plenty busy making sure someone doesn't burn this place down. Besides," she gives you a knowing grin, "you have other things to worry about. Like Mr. Sunshine himself."

Your anger fades completely as a mix of uncertainty and giddiness swirls in your stomach. You and Bakugou had broken up weeks ago, another stupid bitter argument lost in the wind and this time your foot is down. Crawling back into his bed again, as inviting as the presidential suite (and its owner) may be, is not an option right now. Not since a certain sharp smiled someone started seeming like his warm small talk was looking for something a little more than friend of friends.

"Still not so sure that's a good idea, they're friends—" you start off as you follow her to the backyard for something to drink.

"And Kirishima is probably the one friend that he wouldn't be mad at about," Mina reasons, popping the cap on two bottles from the cooler. She grabs an icecube before closing it and presses it to your forehead, which immediately begins to melt and stream down the bridge of your nose. You push her hand away with a chuckled huff.

"Isn't that worse?"

"What's worse is letting an incompatibility stop you from exploring an avenue where you're much better suited."

"I guess."

"I'm thinking about swimming," Mina says, eyeing the pool.

You glance at the water and hum. Denji and Power are chickenfighting Izuku and Mei; there's a handsome white-haired man in sunglasses who looks suspiciouly too old to be here resting on a duck floatie, and Yuuji and Eren both look like they're trying to drown each other in the shallow end, snickering and wrestling. "Looks kinda crowded. You also didn't bring a suit."

"Sure didn't," she sing-songs mischievously, glancing down at her shorts and crop top. "You coming?"

"I think I'm gonna go find an empty room to nap in, to be honest. It's too hot for much else."

Mina scrutinizes you. "You're hiding from him, aren't you."

"No." You give her wide, innocent eyes, squirming inside from how well she knows you.

She just gives you a look and a small wave, and you offer her a weak smile as you disappear back into the house and make a beeline for the stairs and a very intentional left in the opposite direction of Bakugou's bedroom.

You've been here plenty of times of course, but really only to see him, so you've not really explored the rest of Slime House, leaving you a little lost as you tried to find a room that doesn't have a sock on the door. You know there's more frat brothers than there are rooms in this place, so as to who actually lives here, you couldn't name each one of them for certain outside of Bakugou, Kirishima, and Naoya. Oh and Izuku of course, the ac benefactor himself.

There's a door hanging slightly open that you push farther to see is vacant and quickly shut it behind you. There's two beds, obviously a shared room, and the air reeks with a mix of stale weed and fabreeze. To the left is a rumpled black bedspread with pillows that actually looks inviting if it weren't for the tipped over laundry basket sprawled across it. It kind of looks like someone dug through their hamper for as clean of an item as they could get and then abandoned the rest.

The other bed is about as well made but at least no laundry, so ease past the stack of weights in front of the bed and you rest down on the red comforter, not even bothering to pull it back and close your eyes with a sigh.

The air vent is on the floor next to this bed and it kicks on so you let your hand rest off the edge of the bed, the flow blowing up your skin and you sink deeper into the mattress with a content sigh. The pillow smells faintly of sandalwood and sweat that you can't discount as your own so you don't even react.

Music pours dully through the door from the rest of the house as well as voices that mull into a drone and puts you in a comfortable dozing state. You're probably only a few minutes from falling into actual sleep when the door cracks open slowly and your eyes open immediately.

Self-conscious, you sit up to see Kirishima halfway through the doorway with a look of surprise on his face.

"Oh, my bad. Didn't know someone was in here," he says, giving you an apologetic wave.

"Sorry, did you need the room?" Your cheeks are warm in the not sun-kissed way at the thought of all those "occupied" rooms you passed on the way here.

"Just came to change my shirt. It uh, yeah. Don't ask." He scoots his way fully into the room and you can see what looks like could be salsa staining the whole front of his white tank top.

He pulls it over his head and throws it in the basket on the floor in front of the closet and starts digging for a new shirt in the nearby dresser. You can't help but notice the ripple of muscle down his back, and glance away. Red eyes glance at you speculatively.

"Not up for a party?"

You give him a wan smile. "Not quite that. Alone felt more comfortable."

"Yeah?" He twists the material of a new shirt in his hands. "Do you need me to go then?"

"I mean it's your room, I should be the one go—" you can tell you're being awkward, but it feels like there's nothing you can do about it.

"Can't say I want you to go."

You stare at him. Kirishima gives you a sheepish grin, scratching at the back of his neck. He eases closer to what you realize is his own bed.

"So... I'm no good at this. Cards on the table, Sero saw you come in and threw food at me on purpose, said it was a good chance to talk to you. I wanted to, to come talk to you I mean."

Butterflies surge in your stomach and an unconscious smile crosses your face.

"Kirishima, that's really sweet but..." You start softly and his face visibly falls.

"I already talked to him, you know." You wince and he continues earnestly. "We're bros, it's not like you never came up."

"I'm sure he had great things to say."

"Of course he did."

You give him an uncertain look and he just smiles, the edges of his teeth appearing. "Honest. Everything's fine."

"Am I supposed to be fine with his blessing then?" The sarcastic rebuttal shoots out of your mouth before you can even think and you immediately begin to backtrack. "Sorry, that was really rude—"

Kirishima laughs comfortingly as your stricken expression rushes to recover. He sits next to you on the bed, his shoulder brushing yours. "No its fine, I mean I'm not exactly doing great at this either. So much for Mina's touted 'compatibility', huh?"

You laugh loudly in embarrassment as a realization strikes you. "Oh my god, she's at the root of this, isn't she. How many of them are in this, pushing us together? Am I that hopeless? I'm not that bad, am I?"

He laughs, bumping shoulder with you. "I mean, I don't think so. I'll take all the help I can get. Worth it."

You giggle and nudge him back before flopping back in the bed, not quite oblivious to the way his eyes track your exposed skin. Feeling a little adventurous you nod him closer and a grin breaks across his face as he lays down next to you, propped up on his arm.

"Hypothetically, if I—

"Hypothetically, of course," you nod in humor and a blush crawls up his cheeks despite his confident smile.

"If I were to try and kiss you right now, how well would that go?"

"Hmm. I don't know. Maybe you just try your chances and see," you coo teasingly.

You give a shrieking little giggle as Kirishima gently wrestles you onto your back only to gasp as he presses his lips to yours with no more preamble.

They're warm and sure, eager even, and you're wrapped up before you know it, opening your mouth at the first hint of tongue and moaning as you feel a possibly intentional nick of his teeth. You can feel his excitement growing against your thigh and warmth is settling back into the room.

"Guess my chances were pretty good after all." His voice has dropped to a husk that sends a flutter up your spine.

"Guess so," you return, catching your breath back.

He shifts a little so that you're not bearing more of his weight and glances at the door. "It's getting pretty hot in here, I think we actually lost the ac."

"Don't say that."

Kirishima glances at you sympathetically before trying to raise the mood again with a theatrical wiggle of his eyebrows. "Could always lose a few layers to cool down."

You laugh as you glance down at your already scanty summer outfit. "You think so?"

He rumbles enticingly, with humor but exposed intention, dark eyes roaming your body before looking right into your own. "Couldn't hurt."

You worry your lower lip in thought, his hungry expression driving your thoughts and sending you down the road of no return. You reach behind yourself and unhook the clasp of your bra and pull it from your shirt under his watchful gaze.

Kirishima's eyes don't leave you as you hold the flimsy material out to him.

"Hang this on the door."

His sharp grins says plenty, but how quickly he bounds off the bed reveals more.

Outside the door waits Izuku, whose face brightens in question. "Is it working?"

Kirishima shoves the bra into his hands.

"Pretty sure this is worth more to you than the fifty dollars I promised. Keep the air off for another hour.... two hours." Kirishima whispers hurriedly before moving to shut the door in his face.

"What about Katsuki?"

The redhead grins. "Keep him busy for me."

#event

[feyhunter78]

PLEASE WRITE FRAT BOY ELROND I HAD NO IDEA HOW MUCH I NEEDED THIS UNTIL NOW!!!!!!! MORE MODERN AU ELROND!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I got you!!!! Here's some Fratboy!Elrond headcanons to go with the fic I just dropped!!!

Fratboy! Elrond HCs

Joined Lambda Iota Delta (Lid for Lindon XD) as a freshman because of his cousin Celebrimbor. Who ended up being his Big Brother once he joined, (which is not usually how it works in frats, but we’re just gonna go with it)

He’s a PolySci and English double major on track for a job with Governor Gil-galad once he graduates (GG is a Λ Ι Δ alum)

He loves to read, write, spends a lot of time in the library, and is the guy who drunk girls know they’re safe with

In fact, he’s pretty popular at parties because of this. If any girl is nervous or feels sick, they instantly know to find him, and he’ll make sure they get home okay

He meets you in history class and is immediately smitten, but you’re sorta dating one of his frat brothers Vael, and he doesn’t want to get in the middle of that, at first

Then as he gets to know you, he can’t help but think of how much of a better boyfriend he would be, and how wonderful and kind you are. He’s often distracted in class because he’s thinking of jokes to tell you and admiring you in the reflection of his phone screen

Then the semester ends, and you no longer have class together, which means the only time he can see you is when you’re at the Lambda house

Unfortunately for him the only time you’re there is when you're with Vael, so he has to hear you fake your climaxes to spare Vael’s feelings, or hear you two arguing

He hates when you and Vael fight not because he wants y’all to stay together but because he hates hearing you cry

He always tries to catch you alone, either when you’re in the kitchen getting water or on your way out, and he usually has something, cookies, an extra coffee, a pen he “found” that’s your favorite color

After a minor incident occurred during a mixer (party with a frat and sorority) Vael refuses to bring you to the house because he feels you embarrassed him, and Elrond is starting to have withdrawals

So, when a party demands Vael invite you to the house, he’s so excited. Then he sees you sitting alone by the pool and decides it’s time to show you how much better he is than Vael

You end up having a sorta secret relationship because neither of you is brave enough to admit your feelings and don’t want to cause trouble with Vael

But things come to a head during formal when he catches you both fucking in a closet. After that, the secret is out and Elrond tells you he’s in love with you, and you tell him the same. Vael is pissed but you two are happy and that’s all that matters

Fratboy!Elrond fic here!

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority, @jesticace

#meg's writing #elrond rop #rop elrond #young elrond #elrond x reader #elrond x you #elrond x y/n #young!elrond #young elrond fanfic #rop fanfiction #fratboy!elrond #trop fic

[nanamismoonchild]

BTS in the Divine Nine

Which sorority or fraternity do I think BTS would be in?

Thank you to @vvh0adie​ and @sweetestofchaos​ for the pictures!

I was supposed to post this for the 1st day of BHM but i had technical issues. so here it is :D. 

This man. I would love to say this man would be a Que Dawg. But no, he with them Alphas. The alphas are usually well-spoken about issues in the community. 

Where Namjoon goes, he goes. Alpha

Omega. He is a Que Dawg. Don’t tell me otherwise.  I won’t hear it. 

Sigma. The frat started at a HBCu? Yes, he’s in it. 

Another Que. Don’t change my mind.

 I would place him with the AKAs. AKAs love to tell you they an AKA even though they’re literally wearing all types of AKA merchandise.  I can see him being with the sistas. 

Iota Phi Theta. This man is a man of many faces. So I really didn’t know. 

#bts #bts reaction #namjoon #jimin #hoseok #yoongi #jungkook #seokjin #kim taehyung #bts x black reader #black history month

[heich0e]

the hunt - frat boy!atsumu/f!reader (haikyuu!) tags: not NSFW but not NOT NSFW if that makes sense, inspired by this art by @/hlxtn, mentions of alcohol, typical frat party debauchery, college!au, greek system!au, reader is in a sorority, atsumu has a lip piercing and is a whore, making out, heavy petting, graphic depictions of graphic depictions, gratuitous headboard knocking, this atsumu makes me want to scream, word count 3k

The brief is simple: a scavenger hunt of sorts. 

It’s just a bit of friendly competition between you and your fellow sorority sisters, not unusual for the chapter president and the upper ranking sisters to orchestrate. At 8:00PM on the dot, everyone received a joint text message with a list of items to retrieve or tasks to complete to earn points—for tasks without a physical trophy, a simple photo as proof would do the trick—and once the clock strikes midnight, the participants who've managed to scavenge the most points would be the winners, and those with the lowest points would face a forfeit.

And finally, throughout the night there would be bonus points come up for grabs in the form of special challenges.

Like the one currently lighting up the screen of your phone. 

(11:00PM) INZ hookup - 100 points for a pledge, 500 points for pres, 250 points for everyone else. (11:00PM) Current ranking: 12/25. 1 hour remaining.

“How far are we from the Iota house?” you ask, leaning forward against the restraint of your seatbelt and gripping the headrest of the drivers seat in front of you.

“A couple blocks,” your friend (and fellow sorority sister) behind the wheel says in confusion, “why?”

You and a few of your closest friends had wandered out that night to amass points together. You were all doing pretty well, but according to the rankings that are sent out every half hour, none of you have even broken the top 10. 

And now there's only an hour left.

“Go there next,” you say decisively. 

“Are you nuts?” another sister smushed into the backseat with you squeaks, “hooking up with an Iota is…”

Practically a death sentence. At least socially. You all know it. 

To call the boys of the INZ frat run-through would be a disservice to the word. Their reputation among the other greeks is NOT one to be trifled with. The boys themselves, beyond being philandering, are more than a little rough around the edges. They’re known for starting fights (and finishing them) and save for their chapter president Kita, and a few standouts among the brothers, they’re not generally considered the shining gold standard of Greek Life. The Iotas are the direct cause of more than a few of the sanctions your university has imposed on the Greek system in recent years, even against Kita's best efforts to keep them in line. 

But still, that many points may just be too gleaming of an opportunity for you to pass up. 

There’s a party in full swing when you pull up to the INZ house, because it's a Friday night so of course there is.

“Do you see anyone else here?” you ask your friends as you step into the fray, raising your voice to be heard over the pulsating music rattling through the house. You’re all wearing shirts with your sorority’s greek letters on them, so any fellow sisters should be easy to spot, though you can’t make any out from where you stand near the door.

“No,” one of your friends says, pressing close to your back to avoid being run over by a few passing partygoers chasing after someone in a hoodie with a quart of rum tucked under his arm. “Hey, are you sure this is a good idea?”

Of course it’s not. But the last time you lost one of these little challenges you were stuck vacuuming the entire sorority house for two months, and you weren’t eager to experience it again. 

“How much time is left?” you ask, pulling your cellphone from your pocket. 

11:12 your screen reads.

“Around 45 minutes,” your friend confirms what you know to be true once you see the time on your screen. Your eyes scan the party, landing on a figure on the edge of the crowd in an INZ hoodie with a red solo cup in his hands.

And a terrible, horrible, perfect idea comes to mind. 

You unlock your phone.

'Claiming this task!' you type as you cross the party, leaving your friends behind. 

The President replies immediately to your claim.

(11:15PM) Which Iota? 

You send your answer without a second thought.

The boy in the INZ hoodie doesn’t see you coming as you sidle up beside him, so when you put a hand on the sleeve of his sweatshirt and crane up on your tiptoes to get close to his ear he stiffens slightly in surprise. 

“Hi,” you say into his ear to be heard over the music blaring through the crowded house, your fingers twisting into the material of his sleeve, “you don’t know me, but I really need a favour.”

And that’s how you end up in Atsumu Miya’s bedroom in the Iota Nu Zeta frat house, standing on he opposite side of the room as he sits perched on the edge of his bed.

“Yer tellin’ me ya want me to pretend to fuck ya?” he asks, a brow quirked under the band of his backwards cap. “All fer some… bet?”

“It’s not a bet,” you correct him (not for the first time), “it’s a scavenger hunt.”

“And I’m the thing yer huntin’?” he's teasing you now, and you know it. 

“It doesn’t have to be you,” you huff, your lips pursing, “and if you’re gonna keep wasting my time I can go ask—“

“Now wait a minute,” he interrupts you before you can even dangle the threat before him, “now that I know yer trying to cheat the system, whose t’say I don’t send a text of my own to that pretty little president of yours and tell her what yer schemin’?” 

“You wouldn’t,” you say, your nose crinkling up in irritation. 

Atsumu grins, and the piercing on his bottom lip catches in the light of the lamp that sits on the table between the two twin XL beds in the tiny, untidy room. You assume he shares it with his twin brother, though you really don’t have much to base that assumption other than the fact you know he has one. The room is a bit neater on the side Atsumu is not sitting on, so you infer that Osamu is also the tidier twin between the two of them. 

“Nah, I wouldn’t,” he laughs, “I kinda like seein’ ya play dirty.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You guys always seem so…” Atsumu goes on, waving his hand in the air vaguely. 

“Rule-abiding?” you offer. 

“Stuck up,” he corrects you. 

He’s not necessarily wrong for thinking it, even if it does irk you. Your sisterhood is one of the more reserved greek chapters on campus—elite even, if you dared to say it. Sure, the scavenger hunt you find yourself partaking in that evening might not seem it, but the fact of the matter is that you guys aren’t inherently morally superior to any of the other greek houses - you’re just better at not getting caught. 

Something that seems utterly beyond the Iota brothers. 

Which is exactly why you need it to be him.

“Are you gonna help me or not?” you finally ask, sighing warily. 

“What’s in it for me?” Atsumu counters your appeal. 

“I’ll give you all my precal notes ahead of the midterm next week.”

Atsumu furrows his brow. “We’re in the same precal class?” he asks. 

Your expression flattens. 

“Unfortunately, yes,” you grit out, “which you might know if you didn’t spend every class napping.”

“Wait…”—he purses his lips, eyes scanning over your face—“we have a midterm next week?” 

You feel something throb palpably behind your eyes. 

“Yes,” you manage to get out even though your jaw is clenched firmly shut. "God you're hopeless."

"Yer awfully rude for someone who's tryin' to use me fer my body," Atsumu says, smirking when he sees the way your expression shifts into one of even further annoyance at his taunt. He leans back on his bed, resting his weight on his elbows. “So, what do I have to do here?”

“Just… take your shirt off and take a picture with me in bed with you,” you say, though it physically pains you to say the words. To have to stoop so low.

He quirks a brow mischievously. “Oh, ’s that all?”

��And keep your hands to yourself,” you tack on pointedly.

Atsumu snorts, lifting his hands in innocence.

“You got it, princess.”

Just as Atsumu shifts his weight forward, and his hand reaches behind his neck to grab at the collar of his hoodie, your cellphone jingles. 

You reach for it, and see that it’s a message from the sorority president. You unlock the device to reveal the message.

It’s a picture of a door.

The very door you presently find yourself behind.

Another message pops up in the chat.

(11:29) Recruited a bit of backup! You’ve got a little crowd waiting for proof, just to be safe ;)

And then another.

(11:30) Current ranking: 15/25. 30 minutes remaining.

“Fuck,” you mutter, miserable at the turn of events - and your drop in the rankings.

“What’s wrong?” Atsumu asks. 

“There are people out there…” your voice drops quieter, your eyes flickering over to the door on the other side of the room. “Waiting for… proof.”

The information seems to process slowly in Atsumu’s brain, and his eyes widen as the facts click into place. 

“Ohhh…” he trails off. “They want a real show, huh?” 

“Sorry for dragging you into this,” you sigh, “it was stupid, just forget I-“ 

Atsumu catches your wrist in his hand, tugging you forward before you can step away towards the door in defeat. You peer down at him as you stand between his parted thighs, confused.

“I never said I couldn’t give ‘em one.”

Your face flushes.

“Don’t be stu-“

“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he says, letting his grip on your wrist fall, “we just gotta get a bit more… creative about it ’s all.”

You chew on the corner of your lip. 

You really hate vacuuming. 

“Alright,” you muster your resolve, offering him your hand for a handshake.

“And ya owe me all your notes right up until the final,” Atsumu tacks on, just before he clasps your hand in his. 

You huff, closing the distance between your palms and taking his hand in a shake. You can’t help but notice how much larger his hand is than yours. 

“Fine, whatever.”

Atsumu is… frighteningly good at putting on a show. 

He turns out the lamp on his bedside table so there’s no light peeking out from the crack under the door, he turns on music like he’s trying (and failing) to drown out any possible noise that might make it out, and he rocks his sturdy bed frame into the wall in a steady, unmistakable rhythm. 

“Hey,” he grunts out on a particularly hard knock of the wooden frame against the wall, his voice is barely above a whisper. “Ya gotta make some noise, y’know. Yer gonna ruin my rep.”

“What do you mean?” you whisper back, still standing frozen just beside the bed, more than a little awkwardly. 

“Y’know, moan or whatever,” he hisses back. 

“I can’t do that!” you snap.

“Yeah fuckin’ right,” he mutters, and you have half a mind to smack him. But before you have the chance to, a strong arm circles your waist and pulls you down. 

You squeak in fright. “Atsumu!”

He has you pinned underneath his body before you know it, practically nose to nose with him, his hands returning to their place on the headboard to give it another knock against the wall. 

Your eyes have adjusted to the dimness in the room since he turned out the lamp, and you can make out his features even though it’s dark. He’s smirking, that little silver hoop at the edge of his lip caught between his teeth. 

“There ya go,” he snickers, “just like that.”

“You told me you’d keep your hands to yourself,” you mutter lowly.

“Sacrifices must be made,” he shrugs, and gives the headboard another loud, incriminating knock. 

It’s preposterous the situation you find yourself in, pinned underneath Atsumu god damn Miya of all people. Pretending to fuck him. 

How the hell did you end up here?

“Ow,” you complain quietly when a particularly rough knock makes the back of your head hit the headboard. 

“Shit, sorry,” Atsumu mutters. He slides an arm underneath your back. “Here.”

He grunts, flipping the two of you over so you’re straddling his waist and he’s the one against the headboard in his tiny little bed. His baseball cap falls off in the scuffle, leaving the strands of his blonde hair loose. 

“’S that better?” he asks. 

It’s not actually, because this feels a hell of a lot more compromising than it had a second before. 

“Ya just gotta push against the headboard like this,”—he takes your hands in his, guiding them up over his shoulders to grip the wooden bed frame, pressing them back until it knocks into the wall—“see?”

“Okay,” you murmur, still a little dazed from the sudden role reversal, repeating the motion. 

You go slower than he had as you get the hang of it, distracted by how close his face is to yours. How you can feel his breath against your mouth. 

It smells like spearmint gum and cheap beer. 

You lick your lips. 

“This more the pace you like?” Atsumu asks, smiling crookedly as he remarks on the tempo you’ve set, his hands settling on your waist. 

“Watch your hands,” you snap quietly, and his touch retreats as you stretch back as far as you can from him without losing your grip on the headboard. 

“You’re still bein’ pretty quiet,” Atsumu comments. “You really gonna make me do everything?” 

“What do you-“

“Ohhhh, fuck.”

Atsumu’s moan is so loud that it startles you, and you let go of the headboard to slap your hand over his mouth in surprise. He grunts a little as you pitch forward, your palm muffling the sound. 

“You tryin’ to win this thing or not?” he asks you pointedly once you pull your hand away. 

“Sorry,” you mutter, acutely aware of the fact you can feel the slickness of spit on your palm, “you just… surprised me.”

He hums. 

“I’d say we’ve probably sold it at this point anyway,” he says with a little sigh. “As long as we go back out there lookin’ a bit scruffy, no one’ll know.”

You chew on the inside of your mouth as you mull over his words. 

“What?” he asks, noticing your hesitation.

You swallow, reaching up and touching the side of your neck. 

“You should give me a hickey.”

Atsumu’s eyes go as wide as saucers. 

“Yer jokin’.”

You shake your head. “It’s like… incontrovertible proof right? It’s not like I could give myself one.”

His eyes search your face for any sign of deception. 

“Ya don’t seem like the type who’d let someone mark ya.”

“I’m not,” you say, suppressing a shiver as his pointer finger loops under the neckline of your t-shirt, tugging it gently to the side. “You seem like the type to leave marks, though.”

Atsumu leans forward and chuckles, his breath is warm against your throat.

“Yeah, guess I am.”

Atsumu’s mouth is hot as it descends upon your pulse point, lips closing around the skin.

“Oh,” you gasp, your hands tangling in the blonde’s hair without thinking as he sucks at the sensitive part of your neck. His own hands have settled on your waist, and this time you don’t tell him to remove them.

“Atsumu,” you whimper as his teeth scrape over the skin he’s been suckling against, making you dizzy.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs into your throat, his hands slipping up under the hem of your t-shirt where his fingertips meet skin.

You don’t say anything.

Atsumu flips you over, and this time there’s nothing deceptive about the way the headboard knocks into the wall. 

His hands are still up your shirt, his lips still on your neck, and your legs wrap themselves around his waist as you writhe against his bedsheets. 

“D’ya know why,”—Atsumu interrupts himself to drag his teeth along the edge of your jaw—“I was so shocked we’re in the same class?”

You shake your head minutely, your fingers twisted into the material of his hoodie over his chest. You watch his lips part in a smile, eyes fixed to that little piercing again.

“Because I’ve had a crush on ya since first year,” he murmurs, “and if I’d known ya were there, then I wouldn’t of been nappin’.”

Atsumu kisses you—finally—and you can’t help the sound that slips out of you at the feeling of his lips slotting against yours.

His mouth tastes like spearmint and beer.

His piercing presses gently into your lips as his part against yours, his tongue slipping forward to taste you too.

His hands grab at anything and everything they can reach. 

Somewhere distantly, you feel you’ve played right into his hand. You recognize that you weren’t the only one who had been scheming tonight.

On Atsumu’s floor, your discarded cellphone lights up with yet another missed message. 

(11:45PM) Proof received +250 points

(11:46PM) No idea you had it in you LOL

(12:00AM) Final ranking: 2nd place

You don’t see the texts until much, much later.

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[cheese-rat29]

i always love to compare how america is portrayed in its own country's entertainment and how it's portrayed in other countries' entertainment. america usually portrays itself as Strong, Heroic and Moral (but given an iota of thought it's just a blatant display of militaristic nationalism and imperialism that is really an elaborate advertisement that is catered to your asshole uncle john who thinks immigrants are stealing jobs). in other countries, i've seen the us portrayed as bumbling idiots, "loud, large and stupid", gun-crazy, violent and frat boy-like, etc. (these do stem from actual systemic issues that are a major problem in america i.e. under-funded public education, an over-inflated military, an insane gun problem).

but what a lot of these portrayals kinds of miss? the paranoia. the fear. most of our news is not designed to inform. knowledge doesn't make you rich quick, but shock value does. yeah you learn a little about what's going on in the world but mostly it's a generically attractive news anchor telling you you should be afraid for one reason or another. and that's just the surface. because this isn't the primary fear oh no, this is the fear sold to us so we can bear the far larger and whole intangible atmosphere of fear being a citizen here. i am 22 years old and i have spent my life watching the world get more expensive, more exclusive, and more hopeless. i remember when 40k was still an honest living. i make around that now, im one small crisis from ruin. and i'm not the only one, this is the Norm. the united states is a union of fear.

#text #text post #the rat speaks #this got away from me too #all this because i'm watching season 6 of doctor who

[sirthisisa-wendys]

"My roommate’s boyfriend is staying over, so can I please sleep on your floor?" for Mocchi, smutty, pretty please with sugar on top? Congratulations on 3k and have a nice night~

Thank you so much, love!

Sleepovers: Kanji Mochizuki x Fem!Reader

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Your hand hovers over your crushes door, post-knock. For a brief moment, you wonder if he's heard you and you turn back to where Izana stood moments before. But the Iota Kappa frat president is missing, leaving you to stand before Kanji Mochizuki's door. Alone.

"Y/n," Mochi mumbles, wiping the sleep from his eyes as you stand in his doorway. "What's up?"

"I have a huge favor to ask," you begin, clenching your fingers together. "My roommate’s boyfriend is staying over, and they're really loud when they... you know. I have a test tomorrow that I need to get sleep for, so can I please sleep on your floor?" Mochi pauses and looks at you seriously, blinking as if he's seeing you for the first time.

"You're saying Shion is staying in your dorm room?"

"Mm-hmm."

"And he's there with your roomie?"

"And they're--" Mochi waves his hand, trying to erase the mental picture.

"Yeah, yeah, come on in." You exhale in thanks and enter into the room, trying your best not to make too much noise. "Hey, take my bed, and I can go to Izana's room."

"Oh, no," you reply, eyes wide. "I don't want to kick you out of your own space!"

"Hey, it's no big deal," Mochi answers, grabbing his pillow and walking toward the door. "I just want you to get some good sleep. I can snore pretty loudly..."

"Listen to me," you urge, grabbing his arm. "Just..." You look toward the bed, inhaling deeply. "The bed is big enough. I'm sure we could both fit. I insist."

This results in you and Mochi trying to fit in the full-sized bed. You're crammed against his backside, and he's facing the other way, arm tucked underneath his pillow. But after you drift off to sleep, you awaken to Mochi's snores and your head crushed against his chest. His hands hold you against him and his rock-hard chest, pressing you close and swamping you with his warmth.

"Mochi," you murmur, but it's drowned out by the sound of his deep breathing. "Mochi."

He snores again, then nestles even closer, muttering something that has to do with "I'm gonna win this one" and "you're not gonna eat more than me, bro." You roll your eyes - he's such a dude - and try to wriggle free. "Nuh-uh," Mochi responds, still dreaming. "I'm the best."

You try to break free from his grasp to maintain some modicum of modesty, but all that happens is a soft grunting and nothing more. You're stuck. You turn around in his arms and gasp for air, inhaling deeply as he presses his hips into yours. "Fight me," he grumbles, snoring again.

"I'll fight you," you warn softly. "I'll make sure you wake up with a big, fat--" Then you feel it. The evidence of something more bucking against your ass. "Oh, shit." You still yourself as much as possible, trying not to rouse him with any more movement. If you... If you did... then...

"Is that all you've got, bro?" Mochi exhales deeply, and his breath tickles your ear as it passes. "Weak." You move your hips a little to see what he would do, and he doesn't disappoint.

"You like that, bro?" you hiss back, and Mochi doesn't respond for a minute - until he bucks back. "Thought you would."

"If it gets you to hump me like that, then trying to fight you in my sleep is worth it."

"Fuck," you hiss, pulling away from the man. "I--"

"No, don't stop," Mochi laughs, pulling your hips back against his. "Please, keep going. I was enjoying our little altercation. Do you really think you would win?" You open your mouth to say 'no,' but Mochi is already on top of you, grinding his hips into yours and kissing down your neck. "Hmm?"

"Oh, shit..." Your hand flies to the man's head and he smiles, biting his lower lip as his hands pull yours above your head.

"Surrendering already?" he wonders, moving your wrists to one of his hands and moving the other across your cheek. "You look cute like this... all hot and bothered." Mochi pauses, then smirks. "I'll bet that Shion and your roomie aren't really even together right now. You just wanted some excuse to come over here and seduce me."

"They are," you quip. "They are together."

"And you really have a test tomorrow?" You swallow hard. "Hah, who would've guessed?" Mochi resumes his touching, sliding a hand down your sweatpants. "I'm going to also guess you're wetter than a waterfall down here." A digit slips past your folds and you moan, spreading your legs further for the man you've always wanted. Who knew it would've been so easy to just...

"I'm gonna put you back to sleep for your little test," Mochi starts, adding another finger to your sopping wet cunt. "But I'm going to only use my fingers. Does that sound fair?" You can't say anything but a meek yes as Mochi begins to finger you, driving shocks of pleasure to your core. "Let's just call this a... pre-test exercise, yeah?"

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[simbuddha]

The Frat House

Pre-Frosh Party: The brothers of Delta Iota Kappa (DIK) Fraternity prepare to welcome some pre-Frosh students to campus during Freshman orientation week.

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[daisynik7]

omg i am absolutely loving rush, it something about college modern aus for me!! but just two things, 1 its driving me crazy about the acronyms for the frats/sororities. like i get some of them but not all, if you could say what they mean and how they related to aot that would be so appreciated cause i legit had to just figure out every bit of aot lore i could muster up to understand delta mu. and I PERSONALLY THINK READER SHOULD DO SOMETHING WITH MIKE!!! i never see anything for him like ever and the story could still end up with eren but i also see alot of college aus letting eren be a fuck boy and still get his way i think he should have the rug pulled from under him just a few times, mike and y/n would be so cute together even if its short lived. but all this to say is that i realllly enjoy this story, like constantly checking for updated enjoyment :)))) keep on going pleaseee i beg ~ c🖤

Thank you so so much for reading Rush and for your kind words! To answer you first question: Honestly, Delta Mu and Eta Iota are arbitrary names for the other sororities, no hidden meaning or any connection to AoT, so sorry for making you rack your brain over it! Alpha Tau (Attack on Titan) and Sigma Nu Kappa (Shingeki no Kyojin) are the only frat/sorority names that have a connection.

Second: I'm a huge fan of big Mike, so I have something in mind for how he'll come into play in this story. He doesn't get nearly as much love as he deserves!

Again, thanks so much for reading and for the awesome comment. It truly means so much to me and makes me incredibly happy to receive messages like this.

[notthedictator]

sup dudes! my names caesar, im the frat leader at zeta phi iota, and when im not slinging bitches, planning banger parties, or getting a bach in finance, i'm a night guard at a museum to make some change on the side!

im a dude (user of he/him), and i'll probably be using this account to like, post tips on parties, talk about my daily life, and some other stuff.

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