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hotyanderedaddies · 2 months
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Yandere Jock wants Nerdy You... Badly
🦦: Hi, it's my first time requesting without anon, so please excuse any awkwardness.
Can I request maybe yandere jock/bully x  extremely anxious male reader with an oral fixation? Only if you want, though.
A/N: I decided to go with jock since I haven’t written that yet. Hope you like it!
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[Yandere! Jock x Anxious! GN! Reader]
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Chase is the captain of the baseball team, and he’s helped lead the team to several victories. He’s an all-star athlete and has scores of girls (and some guys) throwing themselves at his feet. As if his position at the top of the school sports hierarchy wasn’t enough, the young man was also blessed with a pretty impressive body too— muscles for days and coming in well over six feet tall.
And he loves you so much!
But you don’t pay too much attention to Chase because you’re too busy hiding away from everyone due to your extreme social anxiety.
It feels like a curse, really. The mere thought of being trapped in a building (a.k.a. school, *shudder) with a whole bunch of other people who all stare at you and talk about you behind your back is torture!
Hence, you try your best to blend into the crowd and not stand out.
After reading a tip in a mental health article, you resulted to sucking on hard candy when you get stressed out. Your nerves start to climb? You pop a little mint into your mouth and suck on it.
It helps.
And it also garnered the attention of a certain jock.
The mere millisecond that Chase had first seen you popping a piece of candy into your mouth and sucking on it as if your life depended on it, he swore his heart had skipped a beat.
“So cute,” he’d whispered to himself as his eyes honed in on you— focusing on his cute little darling.
He has something else for you to suck on.
And from that moment on, Chase knew you are his.
You just didn’t know it yet. He just had to court you.
Unfortunately, with your social anxiety, that proved to be a little challenge to the lovesick jock.
Chase would frequently wait by your locker for you, trying to strike up a simple conversation that would lead to him asking you out. However, every time you’d see the big guy, you would turn bright red and pop a candy into your mouth, turning around and heading straight for your class instead.
Chase tried to offer you a ride home so that you wouldn’t have to ride the bus— but the idea of one-on-one time in a cramped car with a guy sent shivers down you spine, and you’d barely had time to blurt out, “No thanks!” before sprinting to the bus.
Chase even “surprisingly” transferred into some of your classes. And with one glare at the students sitting next to you, they’d fled, allowing him to take any seat that was closest to yours… but you would refuse to look up from your textbooks, your jaw clenched as you sucked on some hard candy.
But Chase is persistent.
One day, as you’re leaving English class, Chase utilizes his impressive bulk to block the classroom exit from you.
“Hey, Y/N,” he said in his deep voice, trying to act all nonchalant, yet his Adam’s apple quivered when he noticed you sucking on something.
“Oh,” you muttered, your face already growing cherry red, “h-hi Chase.” The exaggerated size difference between you and the jock was striking. He completely towered over you and was at least twice as wide with solid muscle. It really made your heart beat faster, both from fear and a little because you thought it was hot.
You sucked on your candy even harder.
Chase casually leaned against the door jam, crossing his big arms in front of his beefy chest. “So, I was wonderin’ if you’d come see me play tonight?” he asked, playfully flexing his massive biceps, the muscle curling out of his short sleeves with the action.
Your eyes widened, but still, the idea of being in the crowded bleachers with a bunch of screaming, rowdy people wasn’t something you looked forward to.
“Um…” you began, trying to think up an excuse to turn Chase down.
Chase could sense your hesitation, and before you could put two and two together, the large jock reached out and snatched you up. He easily tossed you over his broad shoulder, as if you weighed absolutely nothing.
Chase felt on top of the world carrying you, like this was where you belonged: in his arms.
You were stunned silent, unable to move a muscle while in the strong grip of the large jock, who carried you off towards where you assumed would be the gym…
But Chase passed the gym, and even exited the school, heading towards the parking lot.
“Um, wh-where are we going?” you asked. “I thought you had a game?”
Chase puffed out his chest with pride.
He has you! He finally has you! And he’s not going to let go.
Chase stopped in front of his car, practically tossing you inside.
He quickly ran to the driver’s side, starting up the car and speeding off, taking you, his Darling, home with him so that he can really see your sucking skills in action!
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self-written-god · 7 months
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M | 1455 | mlm | werewolf/human, prey/predator, being hunted down as a form of foreplay | they don't have names bc I wanted to pretend it's not Steddie | it is | it was supposed to be a back to school fic too | pre-relationship, mutual pining if u squint
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One of the students in the wobbly line tied his hair in preparation for the event. He has been anxious for the past few days but now as he looked around, it settled his nerves. Everyone was here for the same reason and didn’t look much more prepared than him. Meaning taking a shower, putting on shoes easy to run in, and a crop top he hoped exposed his midriff in an alluring way. 
Behind them - the Prey, the Hunters were huffing and puffing, claws digging into dirt, their hot breath too far away and yet so easy to imagine on his neck. 
It was his last year of college and he finally let his curiosity (and lust) get the best of him. For the first and last time, he was joining the Hunt Down - a ‘celebration of youth and new things to come’, brought by their monster peers. Read: fucking in the forest under the last full moon before school.
He’s been hesitant until the last moment, but this afternoon his roommate reminded him it was now or never. Not only because they were on their way to finishing college, but also because the faculty was doing their best to shut the celebration down.
So here he was - on the edge of campus grounds, where the picnic space was giving way to the local forest. His skin was itching in participation and the arousal was buzzing low in his belly.
He was almost ashamed to be here, almost being the crucial word. He was way past that point, he was on his last leg of college and if he felt like being hunted like a prey by a bunch of frat boys, then he had the right to do it. He grew as a man in the past few years. Because it took true balls to go from "fuck the jocks" to "fuck with the jocks".
One of them, especially. He was hoping the guy was one of the Hunters tonight, the rumors better be true or else he might red his way out of it. Yellow if the mood hits. He would be green all the way for him, though.
That he could be ashamed of; his infatuation with one of the frat guys. Granted, he was from one of the newer, more inclusive fraternities, but a fraternity nonetheless. With how painfully cliche it was, it helped that mingling with monsters was still frowned upon.
Because his frat boy crush was also a werewolf. 
The dark clouds had finally parted and the full moon, the last one of the summer, came into view above the trees. A cacophony of howls pierced the night sky - the hunt was on.
Too stunned to react, it took him a second to register the thunder of shoes and the giggles accompanying them. The Prey got a head start until the howling stopped. He scrambled to follow the other freaks (mostly giggling sorority girls) who found the idea of being hunted between the trees thrilling.
He knew he was an easy target. He’s been slacking at PE for as long as he could remember, and the terrain of squishy moss and fallen twigs decreased his abilities even more. It would be hellishly embarrassing if despite that nobody considered him worthy of hunting down. He was just some guy, a metalhead, among a group of pretty girls and even prettier boys. Who could he possibly appeal to? What kind of werewolf would sniff his weed and sweat drenched shirt and decide ‘this one’?
His thoughts and wheezes were so loud he hadn't noticed when the howls stopped. It might have been mere seconds or minutes ago but what he could be sure of was that the wolves were now in the forest with him.
He heard a scream to his left, a delighted one. To his right, slightly far away, a howl. And behind him, thunder of paws.
Behind him.
He wasn’t sure it was him the wolf was after, but his instincts kicked in regardless and he pushed his muscles to their limits. He knew they must be aching now, but he couldn't feel it. Tomorrow though, he probably won’t be able to use his legs at all.
Pinecones and twigs were cracking under his heavy boots, but it wasn’t about the stealth. It was about the thrill of running away from a predator that will do unimaginable things to you when you get caught. 
If you ask nicely, of course. A stoplight system was in place for the safety of participants.
He slipped on a patch of moss and the beast got closer, the hot breath on his back confirming that yes, he was after Eddie and nobody else. Zeroed on this twig of a human reeking of weed. There was a playful snap, cold wet nose brushing against his skin, and a tug on his loose top. The one he wore for the sole reason to be easier to catch, pull, and tug towards capture. Also getting your clothes torn on you sounded hot and he had millions of other Metallica shirts in his closet.
What did not sound hot was getting your face smashed in by a tree at a fuckfest. He had maybe a millisecond to flinch, before he was yanked backwards, away from the tree trunk. He collided with a mass of fur and muscle, stumbling to the forest ground in a tangle of limbs. 
He and his captor rolled across moss and twigs and when they stopped he couldn't help a short and nervous laugh that pushed out of him.
The werewolf's snout was in his hair, sniffing aggressively.
"Okay?"
The words sounded unnatural in the fanged mouth but they were understandable enough. He nodded despite the weird position he was in, sprawled on a big wolf.
"I'm fine."
The grasp on him tightened for millisecond. A reminder.
"For now."
Right. His breath stuttered and he suddenly could feel all the scorching hot points of contact. There were a lot of them considering the wolf took his fall.
He shifted, a pathetic attempt at putting distance between them, but a quick yank on his wrist was all it took to have him stumble back into the wolf's grasp. Without time to even struggle, he was flipped over a broad shoulder. His teeth bit hard into his lip and his thighs squeezed even harder. He wasn't ready to turn into a whining mess this early into the night. Being manhandled was a low blow.
But as enticing as the act was, the logistics of it weren't that pleasant. His body was shaken with each step and the hairy shoulder was digging into his hip bone. The swaying motion of his head forced him to close his eyes and focus on the heavy scent of sweaty fur and the soft tufts of it between his fingers.
Finally the blur of movement, trees and fur subsided and the world shifted, his wobbly legs setting on an equally wobbly surface, promptly making him collapse. The wobbly surface turned out to be a patch of moss. He ran his fingers through it, damp and soft. Suspiciously soft. He twisted around, caressing it with his hand before looking up with poorly contained curiosity.
"Did you prepare a den?"
The wolf huffed and while the snout wasn't very expressive, there was something in his movements obvious enough to be read as sheepish.
"You did!" The smirk was now on full blast, he couldn't help himself. He spread himself on the makeshift bedding while cooing: "Is the big bad wolf secretly a softie? Wanted his prey comfortable for the main event?"
The wolf growled, a warning, but he was having too much fun teasing a literal beast hovering over him, his heart thudding in his chest, thighs spreading subconsciously just a bit more.
"Did you come here in the morning with a rake, found the fluffiest moss blanket and cleaned it up for me? Awww that's so sweet of you. Such a good puppy."
The tail behind the werewolf twitched while his thighs tensed like it took everything from the beast not to start wagging it. But before he could make a comment about that, the wolf decided he had enough of his teasing and dropped on top of him, caging him between his huge arms. It growled right in his face and his brain took an embarrassingly long moment to decipher it as a word. A question.
"Color?"
He let out a breath, relaxing into the mossy bed set up for whatever the wolf had planned for him. His fingers traced the paws resting next to his head, the sharp claws, soft fur and strong muscles beneath.
"Green, puppy."
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lyxemin · 1 year
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i missed sasosaku month because my tablet broke on the 1st of november (i'm not kidding) and i got a new one for my birthday which is the 30th of november. so please accept this, instead. i feel a little sorry since sakura's face looks slightly more misshapen than i'd like.
it is a highschool au inspired by @aprito and their college handball au. they are patron saint of sasosaku being the worst straight couple on the block, and i appreciate them so much for that.
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the entire concept in my head is what if jock, kind of masc sakura dated twinky sasori, but also highschool au. in my mind, sasori is a marble sculptor and taxidermist, while sakura plays rugby. it was between hockey (field or ice it doesn't matter too much), rugby, handball or water polo.
i think sasori is incredibly down bad down horrendous for his sport rat soon to be gf. he wants to be wifed up soooo bad, ooooo. he acts uninterested and stoic when around her or else he will beg her to sit on his face.
conversely, sakura is a total pigtail puller and comes up with the sickest (yet also most juvenile) burns ever because she doesn't like the fact that she carnally desires this under-130-pounds, 5'2 little man. however facts are facts and she cannot avoid them, no matter how hard she tries. poor sakura.
this is also an academic rivals au. sakura is ranked first in school and sasori second. he for sure-for sure has an entire complex about this.
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lilac-gold · 4 months
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sorry guys kel x the maverick is the best ship in omori and i will die on this hill
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peachpety · 2 years
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✩ COME AS YOU ARE ✩ by peachpety HP Quidditchfest 2021 ★ E ★ 3.8k ★ art by @fictional
A modern non-magical high school AU feat. jock!harry, nerd!draco & a letterman jacket If asked, Harry Potter would categorize his high school senior year as normal: football, friends, and one devastating crush on his tutor, Draco Malfoy. When presented with an opportunity to help Draco, Harry rises to the occasion. Unfortunately, so does his dick. Sparks fly and alarms blare… and the Hogwarts Owlz Gossip twitter feed blows up.
✩ ✩ ✩ one year, y'all ❤️ a big thank you to @mystickitten42, without whom i wouldn't be writing today! ily xo peach 🍑
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loony-loopy · 5 months
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Hot Take
why don't people ship Remus and James???
the sun and the moon anyone...? no? Quidditch jock and werewolf nerd...? no? i mean it was probably james that decided to become animagi, and if you'll recall sirius was like super insensitive to remus being a werewolf... no?? no one??? ok...
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scorpionwins · 2 years
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i love you " he's mean to everyone but her" trope I love you " geek/goth jock" trope i love you " sunshine/grumpy trope" I love you " stoic/energetic and goofy" trope i love you " She's a badass but he still protects her" trope I love you " protective tol and protective smol trope " I love you " the delicate will protect the tough " trope I love you " tough guy opening up for sunshine s/o" I love you "married couple but they actually like being married " trope
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caramelapplesauce · 1 year
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i am an absolute sucker for perciver!! i just love them so much <33
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Asahi x G/N reader (FLUFF)
hey! I started this blog to post the fanfics I sometimes write (pls help) There are some grammar mistakes but I like it somewhat (this is a prologue for the ✨good fluff✨ ) tags: shy Asahi, nerd reader, jock x nerd, (both of them are idiots in love)
Asahi x G/N reader 
“Hey! Hey! L/N!” You hear a man’s voice call, you’re a 3rd year at karosuno high. “Yes? How may I be of- oh! Hello Azumane! Do you need something?” 
“Yes! Why weren’t you there yesterday at my match? You know you’re the teams lucky charm!” He said looking slightly upset.  
“Oh! Oh my god I’m so sorry! Hinata needed me to watch his siblings since his parents were out of town!” You explain frantically, Asahi looks away blushing and mutters 
“It’s fine, I didn’t know you knew hinata” 
“Is there any way I can make this up to you?” You ask hoping he isn’t upset. 
Asahi still looking away pauses, after a couple seconds he looks at you and asks “A date maybe? Not a date date! But like a date?” 
“Sure! When do you want us to meet?” You ask politely it still hadn’t registered to you that he likes you. 
“Uhhhh about 4:30? Next Saturday? We can go to the mall or just take a walk your pick.” He says shyly. 
“Great, see you then!” You walk away to your class, waiting for Saturday.  Meanwhile Asahi internal monologue,
“ Oh. My. Gosh. I did it, I asked them out! I’m calling hinata and asking him about what they liked, how long have they liked me? Was I too forward accepting it? Do they know that I’ve liked them for a year? I’m going to tell them, on Saturday.”
that’s it for now, I’ll update here when I can.
Pt.2?? 
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jock x nerd except the nerd could kick the jock’s ass in a heartbeat
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twisting-echo · 1 year
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Yep, here is another Merida x Randall edit.
The reason I make Randall shorter than Merida is because he's not a very tall monster. It literally says on his scare card that he's 5 feet, 0 inches tall, and his birthday is March 26th, making him an Aries~ ♈
(I'm literally 5'2", so I'm two inches taller than the purple lizard.) lol
Anyway, someone told me that in the audio commentary of Brave, it was mentioned that Merida is 5 feet, 4 inches tall (four inches taller than Randall).
And I'm going to make Merida's birthday in November because Brenda Chapman, the co-director of Brave, was born on November 1st, and the home media release of Brave was on November 13th. Making Merida a Scorpio~ ♏
(Merida just has total Scorpio vibes to me.)
And guess what, guys? Aries and Scorpio are a zodiac match!
 Alrighty, that's my weird ship post for the day. (⁠「⁠`⁠・⁠ω⁠・⁠)⁠「
Ship name: Meridall, DunBoggs, and Chase the Winds of Change. 🏹🦎
🚫 IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS SHIP, PLEASE DON’T COMMENT 🚫
🚫 PLEASE DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST MY EDITS 🚫
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they are in LOVE, your honor
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rp-partnerfinder · 2 months
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⚽ Hi there! 20+ here! I'm looking for someone who wants to do a gay m/m slice of life school romance rp that's kind of anime-themed and based around a lot of tropes and concepts from BL anime/VNs I like! I'm particularly looking to write against an athletic classmate/boyfriend type for my shy nerdier boy! I wanted to shoot for some dark and spicy stuff, so please be 18+ and open to discussing what you'd be comfy with! If you'd be interested in discussing this, leave me a like and I'll be in touch!
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otpcompendium · 2 years
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When A spots the normally-upstanding B using the science labs after hours for their own project without supervision, they know they’ve stumbled onto a golden opportunity. In exchange for A not snitching about B’s dangerous personal experiments, B agrees to give A homework answers - as long as A acts as lookout while they use the lab after school.
Like my prompts? Leave me a tip!
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jkkjap · 1 year
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I was about to make a post about my Trollz oc but I…I…I can’t look at this
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You can not tell me if there was a season 2 they weren’t going to be end game!!!!!
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My OTP
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