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anya-anya002 · 5 months
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𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 (ⅈ)
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PastTeacher! Alex Turner x PastStudent! Reader
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Summary: You decide to return to your high school, just to look around when you find a familiar friend…still there.
(So I basically got stuck mid story and feedback would be lovely 🧍🏿)
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The frigid air kept your cheeks tingly as you walked towards the familiar block. Your heart thumped loudly; you crossed the street you’ve traveled thousands of times before.. Who was still there? Did they even remember you? Were you even that memorable?
Suddenly, you stopped; the big brick building was only an alley away, thinking it all over. You just leaned against the wall of a café for a second. The air-nippy crab apples lay on the sidewalk rotten, half-eaten by insects as their trees stood bare. Windows of nearby houses now closed, no longer friendly to the cold air, and your heart still thumped. What would you do if all your teachers had quit? What would you do if he left? And that's what got you to keep walking.
Your boots clacking against the sidewalk replaced the maddening banging within you. Everything was just how you left it: the uneven pavement, the traffic cone that sat since freshman year still lay broken and scuffed, the reflective tape now gone.
'The Marligian High School for Integral Art,' such a pretentious name, you still cringed, realizing this was your school. You climbed up the stairs and, with a deep inhale, entered.
At the front desk sat the same security guard, except gray and wrinkled. While he drank his coffee idly, you approached.
"Uh, hi," you smiled awkwardly, mind zipped with all possibilities as you watched him look up at you with wide eyes.
"Y/N! Look at you!" he smiled.
The two of you conversed while discussing your reason for being there: just visiting some old teachers and getting a bit of a look at the place while you're here. The security guard smiled, writing out a visitor pass.
"You remember how you were always ringin' that doorbell?" he joked; your cheeks tingled again as you smiled brightly and giggled in embarrassment.
"Stop! Y'know traffic here's ass, and I took the bus with Fredickson, Doogan, and Harrison kids...being early was a mission," you quipped, your smile growing ever so vast, scratching the back of your neck. He chuckled and shook his head.
"You still talking to Sofie?"
"No sir,"
He nodded in response, handed the pass to you, and sent you on your way, at least without worrying about being late like you used to be. Yet, something from here still gnawed at you.
"Uh," you stopped, turning back to the security guard.
"Is Mr. Turner still here?" you asked, hope sprinkled throughout your words. You saw him think about it momentarily. Your cheeks hurt from trying not to smile so hard.
"He's teaching 4th block... The bell ends in like a couple of minutes," he said. Your smile dropped slightly.
"Well, I'll just hang with Mrs. Theroux-" you said, turning the corner, down the long hall towards the music rooms, pass in hand. Pass the walls lined with paintings, the artwork was drawn by students; this time, it was still lives of the city, and the kids today were damn good compared to your friends. You moved closer to even one of the paintings of the train line, and damn, the sunset looked so real. The shades of orange, blue, and purple were blended so well that another smile snuck onto your face. The more you stare at the painting, the more you remember your adolescence, the more you remember him.
Examine the art a bit more, the bell rang. The monotonous, robotic 'beeeep' of it gave you flashbacks of running through those same halls to get anywhere. You shuffled quickly back around to Mr. Turner's room, heart revving up once more.
Your relationship with Mr. Turner was...confusing. You'd heard of him before when you were a freshman; you assumed he was an "arts" teacher with a name like that, but alas, he was just an English teacher with a 'cool' accent.
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xxlea-nardoxx · 2 months
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"Be honest...Would they even care?"
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“You’re leaving already?” He swallows, turning around to meet his brother’s eyes.
“Yeah,” He manages to croak out, throat suddenly becoming dry. “Yeah, I’m tired. I think after tonight’s fiasco, it’s better for me to just leave.” 
“Just ignore him. You know how Bruce is, he’s always talking out of his ass. You should st-”
“You, and I both know that’s not an option.” He bites out, jaw flexing. No way in hell is he staying. It’s a promise he’s made to himself, he’ll never let himself stay here again. Even if he’s injured, he’ll crawl himself home if he has to. It no longer feels like home, it’s no longer safe.
The hope in Dick’s eyes fade, and his shoulders slump. It’s a tad bit ironic. When he was younger, he knew that Dick would’ve preferred that he never came into their lives. Their jealousy always making them clash, and now, he always attempts to convince him to stay. A big brother born after tragedy.
“Ja-”
“Good Night, Dick.” He mumbles, averting his eyes as guilt grows the longer he maintains eye contact, and that’s the most infuriating thing about all of this. He shouldn’t feel guilt. Dick decided it, he chose to turn his back, chose to leave, he has no reason to feel guilt. He had no control over Dick’s mind, or the consequences behind his decisions, but it still overwhelms him because he knows that in a way it’s wrong. That if society knew, eyebrows would be raised, and mouths would open faster than anyone could expect. Hatred spewing from their lips as if they had a right to judge, and he doesn’t care about what others would say, but he does care about what his family would say, even though he pretends otherwise, because he knows the heartache that would follow if Dick found out, the fire that would run through his veins at what he would view as betrayal because no brother should cross that line, at least not a real one.
But he can’t leave, he’s tried. God, he tried. Tried so hard to leave, to convince himself it wasn’t more, tried to pretend like it wasn’t important, that his hands didn’t become sweaty, a cold tingle shooting down his fingers, even though it felt like he was running hot at the same time, as if he didn’t feel like he was running out of breath every time he was close, he tried, and he failed, and now he’s addicted. And maybe it’s genetic, maybe his mother passed it off to him. She became addicted to drugs, and he became addicted to his own special drug. One he won’t let go of, one he’s become obsessed with. He’s had a taste, and he wants to drown himself in it even if it means having his brother turn his back on him, and he knows it’s an unhealthy way of thinking, of feeling, but he can’t find it in himself to give a fuck.
Dick sighs, softly nodding, eyes becoming dark. “Good Night, Jason. Be safe.”
He sends him a firm nod, turning on his heels quickly, feeling his neck become hot at his brother’s stare, and he swallows in a gulp of air once the cold chill of the night hits him. The faint scent of wet ground relaxing him. He gets on his bike, mind feeling heavy, and the feel of the wind distracts him the longer he drives. He speeds up when his impatience gets the best of him because he wants to get home as fast as possible, yearning for another taste, another high, and he can’t help, but smirk at the danger he’s putting himself in. At the fact that he shouldn’t be speeding when the ground is still wet from the thunderstorm that had passed, and he’s not stupid enough to believe that it fully passed.
He shakes his head when he finally parks, hurrying to the elevator, rolling his shoulders when his anticipation pushes his muscles to twitch. The ding of the elevator snaps him back into reality, and he hurries to his door, head snapping up when he hears thunder. Trust Gotham to always change its mind in weather.
He inhales, opening the door, body melting when the warmth of his place slithers its way into his limbs. Jason drops his keys on his counter, shaking the water from his head, and he drops his head, holding back his groan at the faint smell his addiction left behind.
“You’re late.” Jason huffs out a laugh, guilt fading at the sound of her voice, and he turns his head, eyes darkening when he notices that she’s wearing nothing, but his shirt. Elegant hands firmly holding onto a mug of coffee.
“Well, Bruce has a talent for ruining my plans.” She raises an eyebrow, smirking, and he walks towards her, hands immediately reaching out to massage her hips before leaning in to press a soft kiss onto her lips, and he groans at her taste, head becoming fuzzy, and he wonders if this is what his mother felt when she shot up poison into her veins because fuck, does he want to lose himself in her completely. He wants to slide into her, and remain there, wants to dig himself into her until there’s nothing between them. Until her body recognizes that he's the only one allowed to do that, the only one allowed to claim her body as his now because she is. He’s all hers, and she's fucking insane if she thinks she's not his. 
He slants his lips over hers, and he grunts when she softly pushes him away, glaring when he notices the haughty look on her face. 
“Kori.” He mumbles, trying to lean in for another kiss, and he scowls when she hums, pushing him back. 
“Nope. You’re late, you don’t deserve another kiss.”
“Tease.” He states, huffing, and she laughs, walking around him to set her mug on the table. “I’m sor-”
A soft moan leaves his lips when she turns to yank him close, softly biting his lip before letting him get another fix.
“Make it up to me.” Kori whispers against his lips, and he runs his hands up her body before cradling her face into his hands, silently promising her that he would.
And isn’t this just fucked up? That he’s become addicted to his brother’s ex, that she’s the one he comes home to, that she’s the one he’ll follow blindly because it could’ve been anyone else, but instead, he chose her, even when he could’ve stopped it before he became too lost, he chose not to. That he’s betraying his brother in every way possible because he knows, knows, that Dick still loves her. That his brother’s pride had stopped him from reaching out before it was too late, before she silently decided that she wanted to move on, choosing to claim his little brother.
Jason knows that it had gone both ways, that he wasn’t the only one that tried to stop, that he’s not the only one that’s addicted. They’ve both given in to their selfishness, and they’ll stick by it because in the end, they’ll still have each other. He’s been alone for so long that he refuses to let this go, to let her go, she’s so ingrained into him that it’ll break him if she leaves, and he's a tad bit scared of what would happen if she did, of how he'd react. When he’s with her, his guilt fades, and the only thing that remains is the satisfaction at the knowledge that he’s the one that has her now, that he’s the one who has the right to touch her now, the only one. That it’s his name that she whispers, that she moans, and maybe he’ll go to hell for it, for hurting his brother once he finds out, for crossing a line, but when he feels her tighten around him, he finds that he would rather burn inside of her than care for Dick’s mistakes.
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the-overanalyst · 5 months
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it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
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bebx · 6 months
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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
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feeling called out today
credit: _ADWills
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ato-dato · 8 months
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Piss off!!! Thanks!!!!!!!!!! :)))))
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asjeontrw · 3 months
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Credits to @UQUOOZZ on Twitter
@asjeontrw
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juiche · 3 months
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a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇
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maccreadysbaby · 7 months
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things people do after having a nightmare that isn’t crying
struggle to catch their breath
grab onto whatever’s close enough to ground themselves in reality
become nauseous / vomit
shake uncontrollably
sweat buckets
get a headache
things people do to combat having nightmares if they occur commonly
sleep near other people so they can hear the idle sounds of them completing tasks
move to a different sleeping spot than where they had the nightmare
leave tvs / radios / phones on with noise
just not sleep (if you want to go the insomnia route)
sleep during the day in bright rooms
things people with insomnia do
first, obviously, their ability to remember things and their coordination will go out the window
its likely they’ll become irritable or overly emotional
their body will start to ache, shake, and weaken
hallucinate if it’s been long enough
it becomes incredibly easy for them to get sick (and they probably will)
add your own in reblogs/comments!
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candaru · 5 months
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no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.
I'm doing this for their own good.
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anya-anya002 · 4 months
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𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 (iv) *preview*
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ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ! ᴀʟᴇx ᴛᴜʀɴᴇʀ x ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
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𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: ….the end of a friend
𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔: Taking place 5 months after part 1 & 2, descriptions of negative self image, self blame/ depreciation, mentions of non-consensual filming, hurt/comfort, shaving one’s head
(If this isn’t your cup of tea, feel free to click out 🫶🏿-)
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You were trapped, your skin felt like a second layer as your chest heaved, the air tasted metallic and each gulp you took made you think you were dying. You wish you died, it would be less nerve-wracking, it’d be a simple right and wrong. And right now everyone around you felt wrong.
You were shaking, the air not even cold due to it being August. You looked around. Sophie and Layla were dead-set on being up each other’s asses while Kameron had long gone home.
“I’m not wearin’ enough,” you croaked. Your eyes burned trying to keep your sights on everything and everyone. Both pairs of eyes met yours, only for you to rip your gaze from them.
“You look hot, Y/N/N,“ Layla blurted.
“Yea, you’re fine,” Sophie chimed in, the first thing she said to you since you all left the beach.
You pressed your lips together tight, your heart felt like it was rotting whenever you snuck a glance at Sophie. Her skin was smooth, still dripping with lake water as she strutted around the chaotic streets of downtown. Adorned in nothing but her bikini top and a jean miniskirt, prancing, she passes a hand through long, frizzy, jet-black curls. All of the eyes intensified. Men’s eyes peer at you three. You were imploding inside.
Like paintings in a haunted house, they followed your every move. Sending jolts up your legs as you stumble behind.
“I'm literally wearing nothing under this,” Sophie said to Layla, yet the whole city heard. A throuple of babes wandering the big, uncaring city as your heart quickened. Your stomach stirred as your eyes spun around the socket like a clock, scanning around to see every man within earshot, currently leering.
“I want some clothes,” you muttered, your vision now refused to look around. Sophie and Layla are now further from you, two little blobs above one solid line, passing a cart back and forth between each other. Your mind slowly clocking out.
After ‘escorting’ the two to their train station, you couldn't think straight; your mind could only see eyes and the stares that come with it. Just standing there outside the ‘Emerson’ train.
Adorned in your shorts, swim top, and a thin flannel still dusted with sand, you sniffled. You weren't lost, hell in the city, you could never be lost. Yet, there you stood, in the heart of downtown, lost. All the colour drained from you as people passed by. Some stare, some could give less of a damn. ‘Naked and afraid’ was a perfect phrase to illustrate as you heard the familiar clacking and chugging of their train moving.
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𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅: @yourstartreatment @himesuedi
*𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒆 ‘𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅’*
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bibbysstuff · 5 months
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do not worry im still gonna draw them silly and cute together teehee
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spideyyeet · 6 months
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LOVERS VICTIM ☾
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gojo who bullies you constantly, but can’t stand seeing anyone else do the same.
tags — major nsfw, unprotected sex, oral (f!rec), mean gojo, slut shaming, gojo senpai, angst, jealous gojo, mean girls, public humiliation (not from gojo), pussy drunk, lowkey toxic, love struck gojo, cum dump, secretly in love, dacryphilia, dumbification, fingering,
notes — ignoring the new chp bc my baby boy is happy and livin life XD
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you hated him. he was the worst person you’ve ever met. if someone put a gun to your head and asked you to name one good thing about this man, you’d probably have to say your prayers fast because you’re dead.
“one tutor session, princess?” his teasing voice was nagging as he pressed himself beside you. you hated when this happened. when he’d sit next to you just as the lecture was about to start so you’d be stuck.
“fuck off,” you huff, trying to pull out your laptop from your bag, only for his leg to keep you from getting your bag from under your seat.
this shit wasn’t new. no, instead it’s been going on for months. and I mean months. if you’d known rejecting the satoru gojo in public, let alone, at a fundraiser hosted by his family, you’d have politely said you were in a relationship, instead of the annoyed snap you gave after he tried hitting on you for a fifth time that night.
to say you rep what you sow, is a complete and utter understatement. satoru took it too personally—not to say that it wasn’t personal, it certainly was, but still!— you’re paying for it months after the fact!
“just move it, you’re acting like a child,” the same comebacks, the same snarl in his words, nothing was new here. and yet, he still refuses to leave you alone. so you had to sit the entire lecture unable to take a single fucking note because he refused to move his leg and he knew you weren’t about to cause a scene.
“asshole,” you finally shove him, grabbing your bag as the lecture ends and storming away. desperate to catch up to a mutual friend that could maybe, possibly, give you the notes….and satoru couldn’t careless.
…his eyes though….he followed the way your skirt flowed as you ran, hitting the back of your plush thighs. soft. the slight pant in your face as you reached your male friend, cute, a bit out of breath as your entire body pressed against the guy who immediately blushed at having you so close to him.
“asshole,” he mutters to himself, grabbing his own things. his blood suddenly boiling, and his veins straining in his jaw.
the campus was big, it wasn’t some small town university. no, it was one of the best in the country. you weren’t going to pride yourself and say you were the smartest shit ever, but you still tried your absolute hardest. point being, in the large fucking campus, satoru is still able to find you.
“whatcha reading—“ you don’t have time to react as he snatches the book from your hand and holds it up to read it. his brows pinched, as he looks down to see you ignoring him and instead pulling out your laptop. “what, the silent treatment again?”
no response.
he lets out a strangled sigh, unbothered by the other people in the park that take a glance, he squats down, his dress pants tightening around his built thighs and his white dress shirt crumbled across his biceps, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, showing the veins that run up the sides. it wasn’t surprising that girls were tripping over as they passed by.
“princess, upset you didn’t take any notes?” he taunts, his hand tilting your chin up when you refused to respond again.
“don’t fucking touch me,” you slap his hand away, eyes deadly as you glare holes into him. you hated how worked up he gets you. especially when he’d reciprocate the same amount of anger back.
“I just asked a question, why’re you acting like a fucking bitch,” he snaps at you, nothings changed. you grab the book back, gathering up your things, only for a grip on your bag to halt you.
“god, you’re such a fucking asshole, leave me alone,” you try to pull at your bag, just as his brow quirks, eyes set on you as he lets go, watching you fall back on your ass.
“calm the fuck down, will you, I’m just playing around,” he raises his hand, his sunglasses lowered a bit to look at the way you push your skirt down quickly, covering up the peak in your panties that he certainly caught. his breath catching in his throat at the cotton blue flowers which had him immediately stand up.
“maybe don’t go wearing skirts that easily show off your panties,” he glares down at you, making you feel so small and insignificant.
“maybe don’t look there,” you snap, completely embarrassed that this is happening. his grip suddenly held your jaw, breath warming your cheeks as it fans to your ear.
“don’t piss me off again,” you felt your body shiver. “i see you parading around like a common slut. I’m just asking for the decency, not to do it in public. no wonder everyone wants to fuck you.”
your breath was uneven, even though he was no longer beside you. even though he says mean things to you all the time. it felt different this time. you felt so completely alone. you were disgusted with yourself. who was he to tell to you anything? he who’s always with someone new every week. he who has every single girl falling at the sight. he who flirts with every girl in his class just for some answers. and yet, he was the one surrounded by friends. he was the one that caused girls to spread rumors about you. he had people thinking you were sleeping with him, with every guy on campus.
“fuck him,” you hated when these moment would cause you to shed a tear. you weren’t sensitive. you could care less about people liking you or not, you weren’t here for that. it was a degree and you’re out.
that didn’t help though. especially when you volunteered for the swim tournament. the university was hosting a marathon for every full 100 meter lap they’d donate a $1000 and if the representative from the school won a race they’d donate five times that plus every person competing.
it wasn’t uncommon for you to help fundraisers. so this was no different. what you didn’t consider though was having multiple men surrounding you as you checked them in.
“how many times do I have to win, until you say yes to dinner?” one flirted, he was objectively attractive, taller than you, blonde hair, but you weren’t interested.
that didn’t stop other volunteers from making comments. fucking slut. just because she got with gojo-san, she thinks she can be with anyone.
“why don’t you race? isn’t it open to all,” another guy was speaking to you as you did a quick check of the pools, kneeling beside the water as the stands began to fill in.
“what, me?!” you said a bit too shocked, the guy laughing as his fingers helped you stand up. you shook your head, letting out a laugh. you look so cute, the guy blushing at your reaction. “i can’t swim…like at all.”
“aww,” he cooes, making you laugh at his teasing. he was cute. “i can give you lessons,” your brow quirks, slightly interested. “I’m a great teacher, I help kids on the weekends.”
“that’s too convenient,” you brush him off jokingly, the guy immediately infatuated with your attention.
it didn’t take long for satoru to notice you. especially when he was also one of the volunteers. not by coincidence of course. what he wanted was to get on your nerves some more, but instead he’s watching every single guy throw themselves at you. but it was too convenient, especially with how some volunteers were snickering at you.
as the stands began to fill up, the more swimmers lined the pool. you were immediately eaten up by them, as you moved up on the stand. you were announcing the swimmers. but something was off.
bitch is getting what she deserves. cant wait to see the look on her face. she dressed all nice in that slutty outfit! satoru felt his blood run cold, eyes scanning to find the guys from earlier, fake wrestling by the stands loose base.
I don’t know if this is such a good idea. I heard she can’t swim. that’s exactly why! needs to learn a lesson about humility.
“what did you say!” satoru’s voice startled the group as they turned to face the man. his eyes were dark, veins bulging out of his white tee. he didn’t have time to get angry, until he was looking up at the loud gasp from the audience. your body already plunged in the water, too far from the edge to reach.
“shit!” his blood was boiling as he watched the swimmers just stare around the pool, struggling to push past the bodies before diving in the water. how fucking deep is this pool?! his hands grabbed your flailing body, pulling you to the surface.
“y/n!” you were coughing up the water, body shaking as you held onto him desperately. “fuck.”
“f-fucking asshole,” you cough, body struggling to get away from him, only for his grip to slip as you sink back into the water unexpectedly.
“don’t struggle, shit! just hold on!” he yells at you, as you cough some more, now holding him too tightly. “you’re gonna strangle me.” he jokes, but it’s received only by the trembling of your body. his hand pressed on your back, unconsciously soothing your body as he swam to the edge. his arm was tight around your body as he had you hold onto the edge as he lifted his body up.
the audience members gasping and whispering to each other as satoru’s white shirt easily showcased his sculpted body, his hand pushing his beautiful white hair back as he kneeled by the edge, pants tight around his crotch as his arms flexed pulling you up.
too say the girls were livid was an understatement. they were fucking seething when satoru gojo carried the girl instead of having her walk! her body curling in his arms from embarrassment and shame as she hid her face. he kept a deadly stare ahead, silencing anyone that even dared to look, having every single one of them cowering at his gaze. his aura too powerful for them to even breathe, almost choking on it. the biggest player in the university was a terrifying sight to see angry.
he hadn’t realized you were crying until he heard the quiet sniffles when he’d reached the empty locker room. your body was quivering in his arms, you hadn’t said a word to him, not even struggling in his hold as he sat down on the bench, his own head falling back, looking up at the ceiling.
his lips parted, stare blankly. but his grip only tightened around you.
what am I doing. he couldn’t make sense of his own actions. his emotions were a mess, anger, jealousy… he couldn’t bring himself to admit it. it was too disgusting. he hated himself for feeling this way.
“i hate you,” your fist squeezed his wet shirt. you were embarrassed, humiliated, and so fucking angry. this happened because of him. it’s his fault!
“i think you should be thanking me,” he snarks back, still not daring himself to look down at you.
“thanking—“ your blood was boiling. “thanking you? for what exactly?! for making everyone hate me? for embarrassing me—“
“for saving your life, for starters,” his eyes try to remain up, the water still trickling from is wet hair cascading down the column of his neck, his skin glistening as his chest rose and fell with each passing breath. your eyes followed the tight clothes that stuck perfectly as you saw his jaw clench. “and it’s not my fucking problem that you don’t have any friends.”
your breath hitched, and he caught it. his eyes betraying him, cursing himself when his heart stopped. the glossy eyes held in so much rage and hate, and the pinch in your eyebrows, the embarrassing tremble of your lip, fuck he wanted to bite them.
“i can’t even talk to you like a normal person,” you mutter, body moving on your own, as you try to get up. you couldn’t believe him, after everything that happened, could he not see your side? you’re not playing the victim, you could careless if everyone just ignored you, but this crossed a line. being invisible is better than being targeted. at least then people can’t say you’re doing it for attention—
“where’re you going,” he couldn’t loosen his grip. he didn’t want too. he was too used to your body heat. the weight on his lap—
“let go of me, I’m done with your stupid games. It’s not funny anymore,” now you’re struggling, squirming to pull his arms away, but it was hard. it was hard because why was he looking at you like that? why did his eyes pull you in? “senpai—“
“you think I wanted this to happen to you?” he snaps, blood boiling.
“yes! it’s even more humiliating that you had to save me!” the frustrations and insecurities that you had control of, was suddenly starting to boil over. all because of this asshole—
“so you wanted me to do nothing?”
“just leave me alone,” your throat is tight, don’t cry don’t cry dontcrydontcrydontcry
“and if I say no?” you couldn’t breathe, the proximity, suffocating.
“i don’t care, just stop it!” you’re now forcefully trying to get off, only to wince when his grip tightens. “senpai—let go—“
he moved too quick for your mind to comprehend, his lips crashing onto yours. the wind completely knocked out of you. his grip around your waist was burning, the other hand held your jaw as you whined in his mouth. his tongue was so warm and wet as it easily pushed into your lips, before you shoved him back.
“what the fuck?!” fuck…the tears slipped. “what’s wrong with you?!”
“i don’t know,” his jaw clenched. eyes shamefully looking away as he cursed again. “I couldn’t help myself—“
“what do you want from me?” satoru could feel your chest beating against his. your breath fanning still short of breath.
“I don’t know,” his voice much lower now, sending an unexpected feeling right down to your core. his eyes stilling on yours, thumb gently caressing your damp face, wiping the slow humiliating tears that seemed to escape one after the other.
you couldn’t properly think. you want to make sense of this. you did. but what is there to make sense of? everything in life is confusing, but this was someone who’s bothered you endlessly for two fucking semesters. it was exhausting—
he kisses you again.
you whine again.
you push him back again. your eyes are downcast, out of breath once again. his lips were so wet, yours were so soft. his hand was rubbing your side, soothing you. his eyes felt too real….too genuine.
he comes closer, the proximity had your lips just grazing one another, his breath taking in your own as his thumb gently eased your nerves as you felt it rub your jaw, holding the side of your face.
your lips pushed forward, and that’s all he needed. your lips moved in complete sync, as if you both knew the others body. your moans flowed in hushed whines as he felt up your body, groaning as you rolled your hips slowly, circling the growing bulge that was easily visible through his wet clothes.
“gonna make me loose control, princess,” he groans, grabbing your ass, adam apple bobbing as his hips jerk, pressing you down firmly.
“didn’t take much,” you reply, cheeks blushing as you earned a chuckle from the white haired man, only for your breath to hitch as he lifted you in the air. your arms immediately falling on his shoulders as he sat you on the bench in his place and dropped to his knees.
“let’s see this fucking pussy, I know you’re soaked,” he easily tossed your wet shorts off, which only seemed to be a bit of struggle. but it was well worth it when he pushed your legs apart, eyes immediately falling onto your drenched strawberry panties that hugged your pussy lips. “shiit, i can fucking see right through,” he laughs, thumb rubbing through your clothed folds making you bite down a whine.
“keepin yourself quiet?” his eyes flick up.
your cheeks feel hot, eyes stuck waiting for his next move that you only gave him a silent pout, as if you weren’t shutting yourself up.
“you look so cute in these,” he grins, pressing his face between your legs, kissing your clothed pussy.
“stop teasing,” you blush, as his eyes look up at you, smiling as he rubbed his face, he couldn’t help his cock from growing. his thick fingers skillfully pulling your sticky wet panties to the side as he took his tongue and licked up, up, before kissing your clit between his lips.
“ahhhhh, fuuh uhck,” your lips quivered as you reached for something—
“mmm, pull my hair,” satoru guided your other hand to hold his hair tighter, your hips were bucking as he absolutely devoured your leaking hole. “good fucking pussy,” he pulls back spreading your legs ever further as his thumbs pulled your slippery folds apart, getting a nice clear view of your pretty pussy. it was absolutely drenched stupid, your chest heaving as he soothed a hand on your tummy as his thumb rubbed circles on your cute little bud.
“your mouth—mmfh uhahh ah senpai—“ your head was thrown back, holding his hair.
“you’re so cute,” he groans, flicking your clit so fucking teasingly as you moaned over and over. edging you on and on. your eyes were seeing stars as you cried for more, just to feel warmth spread inside as he let a glob of spit fall on your cunt. trickling down inside your pussy, some sliding down to your ass.
“so pretty when you’re making a mess,” he murmurs, lips brushing your puffy wet folds, your heart beating in anticipation, as you felt his warm breath fan against you. his lips parted as he took a kitten licks, your fingers tangling in his white hair as he hummed. “taste so sweet,” he groans form the back of his throat, tongue making out with your lips before slipping inside your hole, the feeling had your whines echoing.
he was so fucking drunk. your taste, scent, he couldn’t help himself. his eyes shut as he coaxed another orgasm, your eyes falling shut as you pulled at his hair. his face moving back and forth, pulling you closer and closer, until you came with a muffled moan. your arm over your mouth.
“can’t stop tasting you,” his pants like a dog, tongue hanging out as he watches your pussy spasm. “more, princess,” he whines licking up your generous cream, sucking every thing, until he pulls away, middle and ring finger gliding inside, your tight walls, squelching at the intrusion. some more juices trickled down his fingers as he hums. “you’re so nice, giving me so much.”
“sen…pai,” the broken whine, sent his mind off. everything about your moans and body was just so fucking perfect.
“might cum from how good you taste?“ he kisses your swollen nub, “tell me how good yer feelin….cmon baby,” his free hand gave your inner thigh a tight squeeze as his fingers splayed. your hips bucking as your hand stroked his hair, eyes rolling back as he pumped his fingers inside you.
“you’re uh…so good,” your voice strained, orgasm coming on faster than before. he was not giving you a single break, his fingers curling up pressing against your sweet spot, lips sucking desperately on your swollen bud. you were so close—
“I was not expecting them to pull that shit. that was too far—“ the voices coming from the entrance immediately had your body jerking up.
“mmfh…w-wait—“ you were desperately trying to push his pretty face away, but he only went faster. his cheeks flushed pink as an unexpected moan came from the back of his throat. it looked like he was enjoying this more than you, he was glad that his pants were already soaked, so you couldn’t see his cum spraying in his tight pants. your hand went over your mouth trying to conceal the orgasm the ripped through you.
“stay quiet,” his lips were suddenly on yours, you couldn’t even think properly as his body lifted yours. your arms wrapped around his shoulders, allowing him to take you away.
don’t ask how things like this happen, because honestly even if you try to follow it linearly, you’ll still be stunned how you could’ve ended up on satoru gojo’s bed. your wet clothes were discarded on the ground as his fingers pulled at your nipples.
“you’re soaking the sheets, mmm…ya like it that much?” he sucked bruises on your hips and inner thighs. his face smeared with your juices, too addicted to the taste, he had to dive for seconds.
“senpai,” your sweet voice was like honey, it was too easy for his body to move on your command. automatically catching your lips in a deep kiss. he tasted like you, but his hands were pushing your legs up, pumping his heavy cock, his tip swollen, aching for you.
“is this your first?” his tongue played with yours, his cheeks flushing at the thought of taking away your first. his pre-cum oozing down on your puffy folds at being the first to go inside you.
“you’re not that special,” you slur, mind blessed out as your hands stroked his flushed cheeks. his brows pinched together pulling away to look at you. he had to contain himself, your pretty lips smeared with his spit, eyes blessed out from the amount of times you’ve cum just by his lips and fingers, you looked stunning.
“who fucked you?” his blood suddenly boiling as your thumb gently played with his swollen lips. his eyes half lidded with a sudden coat of dark blue as you answered.
“kento-kun,” you were a bit glad for this small break so you could catch your breath, pretty tits pushing up as you took deep breaths. “he was a lab partner in first year—“
“nanami?” his jaw clenched. he vaguely remembered the blonde. “you let him fuck you?”
“I’m letting you fuck me,” your hands are glued to him, unable to rip them away as they continue to caress and feel his naturally soft skin. “you still wanna fuck me, right?” you’re leaning up, lips grazing his, you were didn’t want admit how much you wanted him right now. his cheeks, chin and lip all coated in your juices—
“you some whore now?” his cold stare sent shivers down your spine as you suddenly felt your stomach churn in disgust.
“says you,” you suddenly realize who you’re with right now. “whatever,” you push him to the side, body sliding to get off the bed. what were you thinking—
“wait, wait!”
his arms tightly wrap around you, stopping you as he buries his face in your neck.
“I’m sorry…. don’t leave,” his voice was soft, a bit shaky, as he kissed your shoulder, neck, pulling you into his firm chest as you gave in again.
“do you hate me?” your words felt like knives. his movements freezing.
“I don’t hate you,” he turns your face so he can see your eyes, his hand was warm on your jaw.
“then why’re you such a dick all the fucking time?” your throat felt dry.
“I don’t know,” he dropped his head. “I can’t explain it,” his lips pressed onto yours. “i need you,” he mutters. “all the time,” he’s practically whining into your lips as you turn over, laying him down, legs straddling his waist as you rocked your hips, pussy leaking on his cock. “i can’t leave you alone,” he pants, holding your face as his eyes flutter seeing your pretty face above him. “i can’t think when I see you.”
“you in love with me or something?” you tease.
silence…
you pull away. what’s going on? your stomach churned at the flustered expression on the man’s face. his eyes glossed over, and his face bright pink. his lips parted—
“d-don’t answer that!” what the fuck?!
you weren’t thinking straight! so you pushed everything back and kissed him, your hips moving up as you swiped at his flushed tip, his body shuddering at your small hands picking up his hefty girth.
“you’re pretty sensitive,” you comment, his blue eyes look over at you with an embarrassed scowl.
“let’s see you take it,” an arm goes behind his head as the other rubbed at your hip, smirking as you lifted your hips, pressing his tip to your entrance. he had to contain his own moan as you slowly sank down on. your eyes unconsciously fluttered, you barely have experience, you were faking this whole shit. you’ve never been on top before!
his eyes flicked up to your pinched expression as you slowly struggled to take his tip. your juices squelching down his cock to his trimmed base as your body shuddered.
“need help?” satoru leans up, grabbing at your sides, as he kissed your neck, he wasn’t that mean…
“I can do it,” you stubbornly huff. cheeks flushed as your nails dig into his shoulders.
“it’s okay if ya need my help, I won’t tease you, princess,” he says with a wide grin, his ego easily going through the roof as he watched your body struggle. “I’m bigger than most—“
“it’s just…” you’re already out of breath, sweat trickling down your temple as you struggled. “been awhile.” you clamp around him unexpectedly.
“shit—might cum just from your dirty pussy squeezing me,” his hips buck on instinct, earning a strangled moan to escape your lips. “fuckk,” satoru throws his head back, abs clenching as his legs trembled, suddenly wrapped his arms under your thighs grabbing your ass, biceps flexing as his abs tightened, easily lifting your body up as his tip spurted excessive amounts of cum, littering your pussy lips and falling to his pelvis.
“did you just…cum?” you’re holding his shoulder as satoru trembled underneath you. a bit out of breath, he can’t remember the last time he’s came so fast.
“shut up,” his jaw clenched as he slams your hips down, your eyes bulging out as your pussy swallowed his entire pulsing cock, feeling his cum trickle out.
“ahh! uh making me feel good,” you’re an absolute mess. his cock thrusting up at an unrelenting pace as he holds your body.
“fuck, you’re taking me so well, uh so deep inside ya—“ satoru was a babbling mess as he fucked up your tight pussy. your tits were bouncing so beautifully, he couldn’t help but latch his lips around your nipple to contain his whines. suckling on the erect bud as you whined.
“ahh, it’s so deep!” you’re eyes were rolling back as you clamped down, legs trembling as you felt a wave rush over you.
“oh.”
you’re panting, eyes half lidded as satoru manhandled your body to rest on the bed, as he moved over you.
“i think this cute pussy loves feeding me,” his voice was low, your fingers lazily petting his cheek, “now don’t give up on me, pretty,” he kissed your shoulder as his hand pumped his still very erect dick. “i still have a bit to go.” you felt him kiss your cheek as he turned you a bit more until you were on your tummy. his hand sliding down your back. “lift that pretty ass for me.”
“this…good?” you couldn’t think straight, as your back arched, pushing your ass up, giving it a cute shake as your pussy hole squeezes some more juices out, satoru bit his lip, groaning from the back of his throat at the image of your twitching hole.
“you’re so nice, baby,” he cooes, rubbing his fingers in your wet folds, as if he was petting you for listening to him. and you ate it up, whining as you pressed into him. “fuck, you’re so needy.”
your hips jerked at the harsh slap to your pussy, a whine coming out as you received another one. your nub was big and swollen and you couldn’t stop your juices from sliding down your thighs. even so, satoru was hypnotized.
“i think I might cum, just from seeing how much fun yer havin,” he bites his lip as he watches your tongue hang out, still obeying him as you kept your back arched and pussy and hole on full display. he could see everything.
“i wanna join the fun, cutie,” his cock felt unbelievably heavy, already knowing the build up inside his swollen length. “good girl,” he sighs rubbing his length in your juices again, slapping his tip on your oversensitive clit.
“good….fucking girl,” his moan was so loud as he slid back inside your pussy. your eyes roll back as you clawed at the sheets. why did he feel bigger! you couldn’t think anymore, cheeks bursting with heat as his hand grab at your hips pulling out, squelching oozing into your ear drums as he slammed back it, filling you to the brim.
“I’m so deep… mmh..kissing your womb,” satoru leans over your body, fucking you faster now. you were a crying mess.
“se…..sen…”
“can’t understand you, princess,” his arm wraps around you, lifting your body up, as he turns your face. “shit.” his abs clench at the fucked out look in your face.
“please….call me….ah y/n,” tears and drool stained your face as he held your jaw, cock pulsing inside you as a grin took over his flushed face.
“why?” he kisses your ear, licking at the lobe as his other hand pinched your sensitive nipples, making you squirm and clench around him. he suddenly grabs your hips, and snaps into you again, and again. “you just want to have sex so we can play lovers? is that it?” his jaw clenched as his blood was boiling. “letting your bully fuck your stupid pussy?” your moans were so loud he was desperate not to bust a load right now.
“do you even like me?” his body laid over yours, turning your jaw again to see your flushed face, tongue hanging as you whined.
“se..pai….”
“my name isn’t….senpai, now is it?” his jaw clenched, biting your shoulder as you cried.
“so….sorrryy!” you were a babbling mess, so fucking stupid you could barely think. yet…
“my name isn’t sorry either,” he doesn’t stop his pace, still fucking your squelching hole, pressing down on the bulge in your tummy making your back arch, tears bursting as your head fell on his shoulder.
“pretty y/nn… you’re already mine aren’t you?” his tongue played with yours as you moaned at the sound of your name on his lips. “can’t speak anymore?” he laughs feeling your pussy reply to his words. “it’s okay….I’ll take care of your dumb little head,” his own body is loosing control. his balls tighten as you held his arms, feeling one wrapped in front of your shoulder as the other held your head, in a headlock.
“shittt, you’re fucking….”
“cu…cummi—ahh!” was the only warning you gave as you creamed around him with a high pitched moan, your body was shaking as you gushed. satoru pressed his face to your head as he continued giving sloppy thrusts.
“fu-fucckk,” his body shook as he felt the first spurts of his cum squirt inside you.
your nails dug into his forearms as you looked over your shoulder. he felt his heart skip a beat, cock busting as you smiled…
“please…keep cumming inside me.” your tongue hanging out, eyes clouded over.
“mmfhh….damn you!” satoru cursed, turning you over. pushing your leg up. “you’re just too…cute!” his jaw clenched as his eyes rolled back, leaning over your body as he suddenly sank even deeper inside, a choked moan came from his chest.
“ahhh toru!” that was his final straw. the sound of your voice screaming his name immediately had his hefty cock, squirting creams of thick white cum inside you.
“shit y/n…s-say my name again—“ he’s practically whimpering; panting, body shuddering as he still manages to move inside you as he pushes more cum even deeper.
“toru…feels good…you’re so good, so good,” you’re hugging his head as he groans, thrusts so sloppy, as you bite your hand from how sensitive you’re feeling.
“give me all of it, toru,” you slur, eyes foggy as he whines, kissing you, but it was more like drooling in your mouth because his head was no longer there, he couldn’t stop cumming.
his tongue was hanging out as his big hand pressed down on your tummy, surging more cum to shot inside you.
“you’re uh…making me stupid,” he shudders as he sees your tummy swelling. he twitches as he carefully begins to pull out. “think you broke my dick.”
“toru…” his eyes glance up. “satoru?” it was like instinct, immediately leaning down for you to cup his flushed cheeks, leaning into your touch as you smile.
“what is it?” he whispers, heart beating fast as you continue to caress his cheeks.
“why do you need me?” the question catches him off guard. he swallows thickly, struggling to maintain eye contact. “answer me.”
“I’m…” scared? he can’t excuse the shit he made you feel before, the consequences for his own actions, he was a real piece of shit. and for what? all because he— “I’m jealous when you’re not with me.”
you’re silent, his eyes darting, trying to avoid your eyes, as he mumbles in shame. “i don’t like it when you talk to other people, or when you’re….” he stops himself. “im fucking shit.”
“you are,” you maintain your stern tone as you see something crack behind his eyes. “so tell me why.”
what did you want him to say? he didn’t want to fuck this up! he finally has you! after so long…he can’t loose you now!
“i…i was upset you rejected me,” he mumbles, cheek flaring. “but after that I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“that’s kinda fucked up,” your hands still brush his cheek, pushing back the loose white strands that were stuck to his forehead. he bites his cheek.
“not that surprising, I’ve always been a piece of shit,” he shrugs, rolling his eyes. his heart suddenly skips a beat, looking back once he heard you laugh. his own lips curling into a smile.
“god you’re something else,” you can’t stop laughing, pulling him to your lips. “is this when you suddenly change for the better?” you mumble.
he smirks against your lips, “who knows? i did get what I wished for.”
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istg this was supposed to be a quick little drabble but ig that’s impossible for me :p
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Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.
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the past was kinder…
Some higher resolution pics :3
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