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The F*ck List (semi-official) Breakdown.

The following was submitted by my lovely ☃️anon, & I needed to make this it’s own post given how long it is, my replies & clarifications are written in between this breakdown & theory (Ex: A/N > Etc.).

Here, you’ll find majority of details you may have missed & maybe even more to think about. Enjoy :)

(wc; 5.7k) (content; spoilers ofc)

holy shit Kami. i literally had to take the entire day to process everything. before anything else, i need you to know that you've created an absolute masterpiece. TFL was the first fic i ever cared to keep up with and it has set the bar impossibly high for any other writer out there. please take your time with TFL 2, i'm so excited to read your other work!! also a break sounds like it would be so good for your mind considering how long you've dedicated yourself to this story 😭😭😭 you're seriously impressive. heads up, i didn't proofread this at all bc i finished typing this at 4 am LMFAO so forgive me if it's all scrambled and makes no sense.

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A/N > Thank you for taking the time to write this breakdown, I seriously appreciate it so I wanted to take my time in responding to it & engaging with you :)

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now, on to the yap. i deadass cracked my knuckles before typing all this out.

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A/N > You’re so real for tht ngl

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i reread the entirety of TFL from chapter 1 and my brain is so melted from analyzing that i'll prob find more details tomorrow after i sleep on some theories 😭 BUT HOLY FUCK YOU REALLY WEREN'T KIDDING WHEN YOU SAID YOU WERE HINTING AT GOJO'S OBSESSION SINCE LITERALLY THE FIRST CHAPTER??? the fucking hint being that "Gojo's desire for you is so strong it's almost frightening." GIRLLLLLL 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

your foreshadowing and referencing is insane. idk if you intended a lot of it, but a lot of it caught my eye.

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A/N> I TOLD YOU GUYS IVE BEEN DOIN IT SINCE THE FIRST CHAPTER !! Okay not exactly but like there was a vibe I had from the first chapter & when I later came up with the twist & went back and saw that everything would connect perfectly ^.^

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chapter 7; the reader and Gojo have lighthearted banter about how the reader "started this" situation.

"I made a mistake." [reader]

"A good one."

"Bad one." You correct.

this was regarding a completely different situation but it baffled me how much it connects to the plot itself; the reader making the "mistake" of leaving her door open, and how it lead to months full of trauma and love. probably completely unintentional, but such a good detail.

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A/N > Very intentional btw, it’s supposed to be known that, in a sense, Gojo x reader is forbidden :)

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Choso's still staring at you intently, "What version of you would someone not like?"

The way he words his question only furthers that little feeling in your chest. It's almost as though he were implying that any and all versions of you would be acceptable in his eyes. - Chapter 16

THE WAY WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT CHOSO WOULD STICK BY US REGARDLESSSSSSSS AAAAAA WE'RE SO BLIND!!! i just hope this stays true to the sequel :')

"No, I wish you didn't have to hate me." He says, shutting his eyes again and sucking in a deep breath, "B-But... it's uh, It's okay. I can live with you hating me." - Chapter 21

AAAA WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!! WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THIS WAS FORESHADOWING OUR FUTURE WITHOUT GOJO 😭😭😭 how he can live with the idea of the reader hating him so long as she's happy with Choso, especially considering his later revelations of how twisted his actions were and how if you stuck with him, he'd view you differently. fuck.

You despise the fact that he loves you. To you, it's almost entitled for him to feel like he has that right. How dare he hold such a strong emotion for you? If he felt this way, why is he forcing you to sleep with people for him? It makes no sense.

Why would someone claim to love you and put you through so much?

If he's been in love with you all this time, why start the list in the first place? Why couldn't he have just tried to win your heart from the beginning? Why the list? Why the blackmail? You don't understand him. - Chapter 23

i'm crushed. we didn't understand because we didn't know that Sukuna was involved. that could mean a million other things. i have some far-fetched theories about this but hear me out later!!!

the entirety of chapter 23 had me fucking floored while i was rereading. THE FORESHADOWING WAS EVERYWHERE!!! EVERY FUCKING WHERE

"No sweetheart, Sukuna's an asshole but..." His expression flickers and his smile fades away. He swallows and then clears his throat, "I'm pretty sure he'll satisfy you just fine."

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You narrow your eyes at him, "Are you sure?"

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"Fuckin' positive," Gojo suddenly sounds pissed and you grow concerned. The arm around you gets a little tighter while he walks you through some crowds and you keep looking at the man confused.

There's a vein popping out along his jawline because of how hard he's gritting his teeth.

of course he's aggravated because he knows that Sukuna is the one behind the list in the first place 😭😭😭 I'M SORRY WE DOUBTED YOU SATORU, FUCKKKK

——FIFTEEN MINUTES. That was the exact amount of time it took you to seduce Sukuna. The act was way too easy. Actually, it was suspiciously easy.

BECAUSE HE FUCKING KNEW 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"What all did you plan on doing tonight aside from getting harassed by strangers?" Sukuna suddenly questions against your skin.

You ignore how close he is and the way his lips make you tense, turning your head to face forward. Chuckling at his last comment, "Same thing as everyone else here." You reply, slightly confused by his question.

"Bullshit," He utters, "Nobody dresses like this without the intent of gaining my attention," Sukuna claims while his hands slide back down along your body.

this 100% could be just him being cocky and Sukuna, but the recent reveal just makes this feel like an extra demeaning interaction. but of course, it's Sukuna.

chapter 24 is so fucking shady too with everything we know. i know you addressed some of these points already bc i brought them up in previous anon messages, but these things still had me paranoid;

the way Sukuna leaves us and tells the reader to go to his room after a certain amount of time (i know he could have just been tidying up real quick but everything about this man has me on edge)

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A/N> A lot of people are on edge about this but I’ll be honest, there’s nothing crazy that happens in between this time period. Not saying nothing happens but nothing crazy— it’ll be addressed later (in the next fic most likely)

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the way he's been consistently on the phone since the reader entered the room, which is shortly after she messaged Gojo saying that she'll be able to cross Sukuna off of this list by tonight which he wasn't happy with at all.

no seriously, he kept diverting his attention to something in the bathroom and then came out, still on his phone. maybe he's talking to literally anyone else but STILL I'M PARANOID

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A/N> This is to show the fact that Sukuna is a very socially active individual, & hints to the theory (I think you later state) that he has connections.

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this happens in chapter 25 but the way he keeps smiling while the reader kisses him is just so smug of him especially considering the original reason as to why the reader's even interacting with him

then the spicy chapters with Sukuna…

the foreshadowing that the lack of knowledge of Sukuna's reputation will come back to bite her in the ass; first with the knowledge that he is abusive, and then her finding out that he is the curator of the list, knowing the full details of her blackmail and even threatening her again.

WHO DID HE FUCKING FIGHT HELPPPPP MY MIND IS BOGGLING there's no way it's Gojo, right? they're both too unscathed in these next few chapters for there to have been a fight between the two of them.

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A/N > It’s not Gojo. 🙏

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THE FUCKING MOMENT WHERE HE CONTEMPLATED SOMETHING WITH THE PHONE IN HIS HAND??? I FUCKING KNEW IT. I FUCKING CALLED IT WAS SOMETHING SHADY AS HELL.

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A/N> The other Sukuna hint I was talking about is right before this moment btw, you’re welcome ;)

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then he has the audacity to hold his tongue right afterwards?? it's such a big hint towards the fact that he knew about the list from the beginning UGHHHHHHHH.

the way he tried to humor the reader about her "job" even though he was in on the whole thing. UGH. SUKUNA WHEN I GET YOU SUKUNA?? 👊👊👊👊 especially with that "whore" joke right afterwards. i can't stand him. i know that it's implied that he has a twisted view on women from having abusive women in his life (his mom and his ex who he punched) BUT STILL. he's so lucky he's fictional and hot.

the fact that we're able to pick up on the fact that it's a "crazy coincidence" that he continues the whore jokes UGHHHHH HE HAS BEEN PLAYING US FROM THE STAAAAAARTT

Gojo got upset at something from Sukuna's party, he didn't want you to call yourself a whore all of a sudden, Sukuna seems to have believed that was your actual job, and you remember how pissed Gojo seemed as he thought about you sleeping with Sukuna-

Holy fuck. Are the two connected somehow? Is something going on? What does Gojo owe Sukuna? Does Sukuna know you only slept with him as payment to clear Gojo's debt? Is-

GIRL YOU WERE ALMOST THERE!!!! YOU ALMOST HAD IT!!!

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A/N > I love teasing in my narration by nearly spoiling things 😹

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seriously though, these chapters killed me. the official end obliterated my heart. it's so fucking bittersweet i want to scream at the top of a high building. the reader ends up happy and with someone she loves, which is fantastic for her. she deserves that after everything she went through. Choso treats her so, so well.

but Gojo. with the theories i have, i feel horrible. i was so harsh towards him as a die hard Choso girly but these endings changed me. i just hope i'm right.

the fact that his healing journey is harsher than ours makes this ending sting so much. he's healed, and you can see it with his demeanor from the call and the way he interacted with the reader.

we were always made aware of the way he looked at us such deep attachment. the initial gleam shows that he's happy to see us, but that he's not reliant on us for his happiness anymore. he's finding that on his own, and it's a grueling process for him. i wished the reader gave him a hug, but that would probably make me feel even worse.

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A/N> He gave her a lil side hug (with his arm over her shoulder) & was resting his head on hers at the end if that makes you feel any better 😅

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"Through my blackmailing, I fell for you but I also did it because I loved you from the start." i'm gonna throw up bro i'm so sad. i'm proud of his growth. his obsession was so, so strong but he always prioritized the reader's happiness over himself. i know that being self-sacrificial is so core to his personality but it doesn't make it suck any less. i'm devastated. i started blasting mitski in the car on my way to work after reading this.

i thought i was ready for the journal burning. i was so ready for this tie to be severed, for them to finally move on. but i failed to realize that it could ultimately mean a life without each other. it makes sense as to why, but it still sucks.

kami i need that poly ending before i cry my eyes out at 4 am rn. you know i can't handle angst, but bittersweet endings lowkey hurt me even more. i need all my babies to be happy. i desperately need it.

but that alt ending... fuck. in a horrible, sick, and twisted way, i'm relieved. i'm a Choso girly from the bottom of my heart but i can't let this Gojo go omfg. even if he shows up for one more chapter, i think i'll be alright. BUT IT BETTER NOT BE FOR DEATH KAMI!!!! I HAVE A FEW EXCERPTS THAT SUGGEST DEATH FLAGS BUT I AM SIMPLY NOT LOOKING AT THEM. DON'T DO THIS TO ME KAMIIIIIII. i need this boy to be frolicking in a field of flowers or something. my heart can't take this.

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A/N> I know I reference death a lot but that’s just to add a sense of how dramatic the characters are 🫶

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okay, time for my mind-fucky theory. pls bare with me. if it wasn't obvious by my last post, i'm 100% on board with the theory that Sukuna's blackmailing Gojo, which started this whole thing. but the thing that is getting me is how this all connects. i have some assumptions that could make sense, but there are a handful of gaps. here's my thought process;

Sukuna's blackmailing Gojo by using his obsession/love against him.

we are already familiar with the fact that Gojo has liked the reader for years. there was a chapter where Gojo mentioned that it started off as a "crush" but he was so oblivious to his own obsession up until the reader mentioned it to him. it's to the point that he didn't understand what was wrong with the idea of hurting people for the reader. who's to say that Sukuna didn't catch him in some sort of heinous act regarding the reader like stalking?

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A/N > You’re cooking with this one and I almost, almost had to go get the fire extinguisher :D

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Gojo didn't understand the difference between love and obsession until later on in the story. this would be consistent with the implication that Gojo just loved her so deeply that his morals were askew as we have yet to find out how far his love goes.

what if Sukuna caught him in the act of doing god knows what, and brought up the fact that if the reader found out about this, that she'd get super freaked out and would do everything she can to get away from him (considering probably barely knew each other, if at all, at this point). but why would Sukuna devise such a plan over a money bribe? well, Sukuna's already revealed to be wealthy, and maybe he was bored. the same line that Gojo kept repeating to the reader whenever she questioned him as to why he did it. what if Gojo asked Sukuna why he's blackmailing him, and he said the exact same thing; "I was bored." we see how much Sukuna mirrors Gojo's speech by calling the reader "sweetheart" often, what if Gojo did the same thing?

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A/N > Gojo & Sukuna do have a few parallels in this story & they will be addressed more in the sequel.

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we wondered in chapter 23 how Gojo reaches out to these men to ensure their debt is "paid," but considering how oblivious everyone else on the list is to Gojo owing them anything, it would make sense that he only reports to Sukuna as he is ordered to do so. but two things stumped me on this theory overall.

the reader said that she used to party a lot and get involved with boys before Gojo. if he was stalking her for so long, why did he wait so long to approach her?

what specifically would be the blackmail that Sukuna has on Gojo?

regarding the first point, it's been mentioned that Gojo has been "scared of women" and was shy when it came to approaching the reader. he knew of her for so long, but was able to constantly slip under her radar. considering how much of a pervert he is, it wouldn't have been surprising for him to sneak around and watch in on the reader hooking up with other guys. after all, these guys were probably complete strangers to him and all he cared about was you. remember how Gojo was basically able to tune out his own best friend, Suguru, when the reader was hooking up with him in their living room? it wouldn't be wild to assume that he was able to do the same for your other hookups as he spied on you.

to connect this with second point, what if Sukuna caught Gojo being a peeping tom on the reader during a party hook-up? while being so distracted in the act of spying, Sukuna spots him. the reader wouldn't be alright with the fact that someone who's barely an acquaintance (if that, depending on the time this occurred) to her has been perving around and watching her have sex without her consent. she would do anything to get away from Gojo, and of course that would crush him. Gojo tried to buy Sukuna's silence by any means necessary. so, Sukuna generated a list of people that he and Gojo mutually knew for the reader to fuck. the reasoning for it would be the fact that Gojo has to sit through the process of having the girl he likes fuck a bunch of guys besides him, and the fact that Gojo knew all these men would make it sting more. plus, he has a reputation for hookups. (chapter 8)

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A/N > You’re like RIGHT there with it and yet not there at the same time omg 😟

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but why would Gojo agree to this deal with Sukuna, and why would he also go with the method of blackmailing the reader? it's basically a guarantee that the reader would be scared away regardless. but again, we could recall that Shoko mentioned that he was too "scared of women" to approach the reader at first. this was his chance to finally approach her. plus, "once that video is gone, there is no excuse he'll have to be around you." (chapter 8)

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but the more i thought of this reasoning for the two points, the more bizarre it felt. so what if instead of Gojo being a peeping tom, it was Sukuna. we get so many hints that Sukuna has eyes and intel everywhere. we get an indirect implication of this when he called us out for rolling our eyes during our phone call with him. yes, it could be completely by chance, but it's still a great hint that he "sees everything" and "knows everything." we get an even bigger hint towards this in the alt ending when he directly references The F*ck List.

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A/N > Others have taken note of how Sukuna knew she rolled her eyes but trust me, that’s just to show that Sukuna knows the reader’s body language more than he’s let on & paid attention to her a lot during the time they were together.

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it wouldn't be too far fetched to assume that he has some shady videos taken of people without his consent, some possibly acquired through other people (like how Gojo was revealed to have sent Sukuna the video of the reader from the first chapter). what if Gojo caught Sukuna with the video, threatened him to delete it, and Sukuna counterthreatened to have it be sent and posted everywhere. it would be highly ironic, but consistent with the way that Gojo and Sukuna practically mirror each other at times. the reasoning for the list choices would still be the same for this theory, too.

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my citations for these theories ☝️🤓

“You once asked me if I love you because I blackmailed you or if I blackmailed you because I love you and my answer is both,” Gojo confesses as he turns to meet your gaze, “Through my blackmailing, I fell for you but I also did it because I loved you from the start.” - Chapter 56

loved you from the start; his obsession has been consistent from the start (supports Gojo being a peeping tom theory) or he has always had a deep concern for you (supports him wanting to stop Sukuna from spreading blackmail of you instead).

“I’ve sacrificed everything for you, y’know.”

“How? What’s everything that you’ve sacrificed, hm?”

“You. I sacrificed the woman I love to make her happy.” Gojo admits, and of all he’s said thus far, that feels like the truest statement.

“I could’ve been happy with you.” You remind him.

He laughs, “Yeah well, I’m an idiot.”

You scoff, “That’s all you have to say?”

“Yup.” - Chapter 56

is he an idiot for being a peeping pervert instead of just approaching you normally? maybe. how does this make her happy? she ends up finding love through Choso, through the list, through the blackmail.

But deleting the video means ... he has no more leverage over you and can't force you to help him with the hole he's dug for himself. - Chapter 8

the hole being the blackmail set against him by Sukuna.

Gojo's behind you cursing at himself for being unable to tell you the truth.

He's so scared that you'll never help him without the blackmail and, well, he has every right to be because you're pretty sure that if it weren't for those videos he has over your head, you wouldn't be doing any of this. - Chapter 9

the videos he's referencing is the original video from chapter 1 and the fake video he lied about with Suguru, but he can't tell the reader the truth because it's too twisted and risky (supports Gojo peeping tom theory).

He silences himself in thought. There are so many ways he could go about answering such a question but the possibilities of how you may react are endless. Plus, you're drunk and if he's going to admit or explain anything to you, it'll be while you're sober.

"Because..." Gojo's voice gets so quiet that you almost don't catch what he says, "...I don't have any other choice." - Chapter 21

if he didn't go through with his list, Sukuna would have went through with Gojo's blackmail, thus resulting in either you getting as far away from Gojo as soon as possible or Sukuna's video being sent around.

He let something slip abruptly, "W-Wish I c-could tell you everything, sweets..."

Your brows furrow at that.

Are you missing something here? - Chapter 22

YES GIRL!!!! SUKUNA'S BEHIND THE WHOLE LIST, HE'S BEHIND THE BLACKMAIL GIRLYPOP

"Anything," Gojo says, meeting your gaze. He's so serious that it's almost dark the way he looks at you, "I'd do anything for you." - Chapter 29

"I meant it when I said I'd do anything for you."

You follow his motions and then end up right back in his arms, "Right..."

"I'd sacrifice the very thing I love just to see you happy." Gojo claims proudly.

You scoff, "Thought' I was the thing you loved?"

"You are."

His words bewilder you, "Then that makes no sense."

"It won't." Gojo shrugs. - Chapter 29

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anything. even if it means putting your body, heart, mind, and career on the line. directly supports the theory that Sukuna initially had blackmail on the reader.

"We're the same, y'know..." He suddenly says, his voice breaking again, "We both want someone so terribly bad but our situations prohibit us from getting that person."

"You could've prevented all this though..."

Gojo sniffles and you feel a drop of wetness slide down his cheek and slip against your palm. The man was crying? Why? - Chapter 30

this whole time we've been told that Gojo and the reader share more similarities than the reader realizes. what Gojo is to the reader, the reader is to Choso. while Choso now knows of the men that the reader slept with, he doesn't know why. he doesn't know about you being blackmailed. you know that you had to sleep with these men. you don't know why. you didn't know it was because of Gojo being blackmailed.

"For loving me, Satoru. It's not a crime," You say, mocking a comment he made to you earlier, "You're allowed to love me. So, for that, and that only, I forgive you."

Those words healed so many more wounds in his heart than you realized. It was like that was all he ever needed to hear. If Gojo's mistake was loving you and that's what caused this, then you forgive him.

If in some twisted way, his feelings started the list, you forgive him.

COME ON NOW.

There’s so much going unspoken but the two of you knew what either was saying, you understood each other more than either of you realized. - Chapter 35

“Well,” Gojo sighs heavily and then draws your hands off his face, leaning down to you a bit, “Sometimes, sacrifices need to be made in exchange for one’s happiness.”

“Are you telling me that all this was for the greater good?” You quiz as you raise a curious brow.

“Something like that, yeah,” He shrugs. - Chapter 45

You tell him, “If I had one wish, it’d be that you did that from the beginning.”

Gojo opens his mouth to say something but then he swallows his words down. He nearly fucked up.

“All you had to do was talk to me,” Your shoulders raise into a shrug as you move a hand to the doorknob, “Things could’ve been different if you did.”

“Even if I’ve been obsessed with you since the beginning?” He questions and he’s stepping closer to you again. He can’t possibly wrap his head around that possibility-

You laugh a bit, “Especially if you were obsessed from the beginning,” You didn’t know it but that statement right there made the man feel as though his world was falling apart, loads of regret tumbling over him as he stares at you with wide eyes, “Satoru I think you forgot but, before all this started, aside from Shoko… I was lonely.”

Gojo’s throat goes dry and he fails to form a response to that, “I…”

“If you had just talked to me one time, and more than a hey or how are you,” The way your eyes soften, a slim sheer gloss of tears coating your gaze as you speak to him, “I would’ve fallen for you.”

He grits his teeth, “Don’t tell me that.”

“But it’s true.” You say.

And just like that, Gojo was crumbling all over again. If only you knew how much he regretted everything after hearing you say that. - Chapter 46

if he had just spoke to the reader before all of this, maybe she wouldn't have gone to those parties, hooked up with those people, and caused whatever kind of blackmail Sukuna had on Gojo (or on her).

He wishes he could take it all back, his feelings for you included. If only he could go back and stop himself from ever being curious about you. That’s what started it after all. Because, at the end of the day, Gojo knew who you were before you knew who he was— hell, even before Shoko knew who you were. - Chapter 53

then what is the timeline of his obsession starting? has it been before Gojo? could his blackmail have taken place even before Shoko introduced you two, adding to the weight of the threat that Sukuna held over Gojo's head (regarding the peeping tom theory).

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A/N > The timeline on Gojo’s interest, not obsession just yet, on the reader will be addressed in the sequel so this’ll be answered there <3

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but there were certain parts that stumped me and my theories so i have some weird reasonings around them;

It's selfish of him and seriously fucked up but, he's said it before and he'll say it over and over again-- you're all he has. He made promises to everyone on that list, promises of delivering a woman to them at some point, and of course, he couldn't convince anyone he knew to do such a thing.

So again, the situation with you just happened to be a coincidence.

The problem is that Gojo hates that it's you. He hates that you're the one he ended up doing this to. - Chapter 8

Gojo's known to be a silly guy so it could make sense that he actually did promise these guys hookups for reasons unrelated to his blackmail. after all, he does have a reputation for getting people hookups. the coincidence is that Sukuna now has dirt on Gojo and wants to toy with him. by making the reader sleep with them the guys he coincidentally owes hookups to, he fulfills his role/reputation and relieves his debt at the same time. two birds, one stone.

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A/N > As we later learn that some of the “debt” Satoru claimed to have isn’t real, we can also infer that his reputation & the promises he’s made to these men were done out of coincidence. Take Toji for example; tell me you can’t see an interaction between him & Gojo where Gojo gets a bad grade and wants to get it up so he taunts his professor with the idea of getting him a hookup & Toji would laugh it off considering Gojo’s reputation ;)

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another thing that stumped me is why Gojo got so worked up with the reader referring herself as a whore, and the connection to Sukuna. my delulu reasoning is that once Sukuna threatened Gojo with blackmail by either of the two theories/methods i mentioned, Sukuna casually referred to the reader as a whore. that caused a major fight between the two, possibly even getting physical (which can refer back to the implication that Gojo has hurt people for the reader).

the fight could have increased the tension and severity of the situation, so Sukuna decides to add Choso to the list knowing how easily attached Choso gets. in chapter 5, the reader and Gojo were discussing the list and Choso specifically. Gojo was even noted to be relieved when the reader had mentioned that they'll just have to hope that Choso doesn't get attached, as he obviously holds deep feelings for the reader. Sukuna knows that by going through with the blackmail with Choso involved, Gojo most likely will not end up with the reader if Choso get attached and the reader reciprocates those feelings.

also, the counterargument that Sukuna and Gojo are actually friends/allies in this situation just doesn't sit well with me. it would make for a crazy twist but it just feels too out of character for Gojo. but then again, how would Sukuna specifically know about The F*ck List? but idk, it just feels so wrong to me. maybe i have too much faith in Gojo lmfao. after all, he has consistently shown a great dislike towards the guy since chapter 23. but maybe it's my denial speaking. i really don't want to think of Satoru going through this whole arc only for it to reveal that he truly is a piece of shit. pls don't do this to my pookie my heart cannot handle it </3

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A/N > Remember, Gojo is a good actor & you go a long period of time in the book not realizing he’s not as much of a villain as he pretends to be 😉

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there's that moment after the reader fucked Sukuna that still messes with my brain. with my theories, my brain's thinking that he contemplated on collecting even more blackmail on the reader. for what reason? idk, to be an ass? to torment Gojo further and add more to his blackmail? but maybe he decided not to because he already has plenty of blackmail on the reader (if the theory of Sukuna having a video of her from way back then is true) and fucking her knowingly made Gojo pissed considering all the dirt Sukuna has.

so why can't Gojo tell her the truth now? why does he want to wait years in advance? maybe he's hoping that by that time, not only will you forget and not care about the situation overall, but maybe Sukuna will forget all about it as well. the chances of Sukuna holding on to the reader's blackmail for that long is slim and the reader would most likely be in a situation where she is completely separated from Sukuna depending on her job and living situation with Choso. the stakes are lower than if he were to reveal everything to you now, at a moment where your life is still so uncertain. it would go against his wish for you to end up happy.

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A/N > Maybe Gojo doesn’t tell her the truth because he can’t, just as he said 🌚 Perhaps he’s not allowed to yet. After all, why would Sukuna even tell the reader he made the list in the end? ^.^ Just some food for thought!

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regarding the future of TFL... fuck, bro. i have no fucking idea. i'm too caught up in the (presumed) past. i'm mourning fr. i love this fic sooooo fucking much. whenever you decide to pick up on the sequel, i will be there. if you choose to publish anything else in the meantime, i will be there. thanks for such a fun and memorable read, Kami. i'm excited to bookbind this soon 🤍🤍🤍 now, i need to watch blue lock to shove these feelings down.

yap fin (for now)

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A/N > I love you sosoosooooo much for this. These theories are like reading an entirely new fanfic sometimes except, I know all the answers & what’s going to happen next, which only makes me more excited ^.^ Thank you for taking the time to make this, thank you for reading, thank you for supporting, just, THANK YOU.

This right here is exactly what I write for; people like you :)

To the others reading this breakdown & theory, thank ☃️anon because she’s a damn godsend & ilhsm ^.^ (definitely showing favoritism rn, sorry not sorry, ily all I swear)

Edit; Since you’re watching Blue Lock, I can’t wait to bring my Shidou fanfic here because a lot of the drama in TFL has inspo from that fic, which I wrote first ^.^ & I could totally see you enjoying it because not only is it a childhood friends to lovers than enemies & back to lovers troupe BUT it also includes Itoshi Sae x reader which ofc, adds hella drama :))

P.S. It’s two am as I finally post this and omg sorry it took me a while, I wanted to answer other anons first before unpacking this badboy, again, tysm!!

#kamiversee!answers #kamiversee #the f*ck list #tfl!theories #tfl spoiler #tfl #k!ans: ☃️

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paring: 2. simon 'ghost' riley x top male reader warning: 16+, MDNI cw: swearing, mentioned insomnia, mention of night terrors, drinking (you share a bottle with him), really it's all just implied but the story itself has nothing heavy in it, spoilers you get your head shoved into a bucket full of water by your team mates bc they love you lol a/n: way shorter than what I usually write, EDIT: guess who wrote angst double the length of this after just posting this story? yeah, def not me. you're right. ~ ~ ~ You don’t want to make it a bigger problem than you it is, but your team has been fussing all over you for the past three days.

You suppose drastic measures are to be brought into action then.

Night terrors are normal in this field of work, and you know they are simply trying to take care of one of theirs. It’s been a week since you’ve had a good night’s sleep, and it shows on the large dark circles betraying your exhaustion for all the world to see.

The base is dark and still, the quiet only broken by occasional soldiers losing their fight against insomnia. You creep through the shadows, bagpack slung over your shoulder, and watch the corridos for any unwanted witness.

The door is locked. It only slows you for a few seconds. Inside the darkness is softened by the moon rays casting into the room from the window and illuminating the shape hidden under the sheets. The figure is still, too tense for someone asleep. You reach forward anyway and brush your fingers against it, not surprised to find the moonlight reflecting on the sharp blade now inches away from your face.

You stare at the skull mask glaring at you with a raised eyebrow and your head tilted. “Come on, then,” you say after a moment when he doesn’t move, then swat the hand holding the weapon to the side and leave the room before he can so much as frown.

The sky is clear and twinkling with stars, and you don’t question your luck when you find the rooftop free of any of your exhausted peers. You woulnd’t be surprised to find them raiding the fridge though. Or the secret cabinet behind it.

You’re laying on your back, bagpack as a pillow and stolen sheets from your room as improvisted picnic towel, when he finds you. You smirk at him when he moves to loom over you, hiding the moon from your sight. “You were taking too long,” you say, shaking the open bottle in your hand his way before taking a swig.

They find you snuggled together the next morning, with him curled onto his side and you drapped over him with your head shoved into the back of his neck.

You wake with a jolt when someone smacks you on the head and feel Simon roll away with a groan at the sound of laughter.

“That is not,” someone says out of breath and slaps the giggle person next to them, “’get better sleep’ is not the same as ‘go shag the lieutenant’.”

You scramble to your feet when you sleep muddled brain register two of your mates dragging along a a sloshing bucket of water. “Oh, piss off!” you say with a hiss when you find yourself cornered and notice no one had dared to look at the untouchable Ghost the wrong way. “You’re such a traitor,” you tell him when he doen’t do anything other than stretch his neck at your situation, “I will not share my next bottle with you.”

“I can live with that,” he says, and you know he’s smirking under that sodding mask, “cravin' tea right now anyway.” And the bastard, actually, leaves before your own team jumps you and shove your head into the bucket.

~ ~ ~ reblog, comment and/or follow if you like what I write. please and thank you. without feedback I don't have a reason for keeping this blog alive, since I created it so I can practice my writing.

#story day #simon ghost riley #x top male reader #call of duty #reader insert #top male reader #dom male reader #cod mwii #cod #x reader

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rachalixie · 1 year

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bestie 👀 i am here 👀 to request some chan fluff 👀 bc i’m feeling a lil off 🥺 sjshshsjshsjs (feel free to ignore if you’re not up for it haha)

a/n: my ti. as if i could ever ignore you. i hope this helps :(

you’re not having a bad day, perse. it’s just a day where your brain feels like someone reached their hand into it and scrambled it between their fingers, a day where your clothes don’t feel right on your body, a day where you need something but can’t focus enough to determine what that something is.

you muster up the energy to drag yourself from your bed to the couch before you collapse into the cushions. you’re staring idly at your phone for a bit, hoping for a distraction before he swoops in like an angel, standing in front of you with the overhead light haloing around his fluffy hair. his eyes are soft as they look at you, taking in the exhaustion you wish you weren’t feeling.

he takes your phone out of your hand, setting it on the table in front of you and replacing its light weight with his fingers. you let the touch ground you, tangling your own into his in a tight grip. he uses his free hand to smooth back your messy hair for a moment before pulling back completely, leaving your hand dangling and alone.

“where are you going?” you whine, and normally you would hate how needy you sound but right now you really just don’t care.

“blanket fort.” he comes back carrying all of your covers from your bed, pillows stacked haphazardly on top and threatening to topple down as he walks to the couch. he’s pulling you and the couch cushions off next, flitting around your body like a tornado as he places things in an organized mess. it ends up looking decent, and you realize you’ve been watching him a little too intently when he clears his throat at you with a nervous smile.

“perfect,” you smile weakly, climbing onto the floor to settle in the middle while he finds something to put on the TV for you to watch together. he settles on miraculous, your recent guilty pleasure that you’ve been entertaining for the past few weeks. you like to watch it with him because of how he pouts when you talk about adrien, as if he was some kind of competition. silly.

he settles next to you, pulling a blanket over the two of you, the smell of his cologne wafting towards you in a comforting haze.

“oh! i almost forgot!” he leaves again, the blanket falling to the ground in a tangled heap, making you pout while you sit alone waiting for him to get whatever was more important than cuddling with you.

it’s your stuffed wolf, the one he got you from home to have while he was away and you were missing him. your heart swells at the gesture, even more so when he settles it perfectly into your lap and returns to your side, leaning his head on your shoulder. he hums in content, the sweet sound echoing in your ears and settling your mind. you lean into him, lacing your fingers together again while he makes commentary at the show. between the animation and his little quips, there’s too much going on for you to disappear into your mind again. all you can do is wiggle a little closer to him and scrunch your feet into the blanket, completely relaxed.

it looks like you found your something.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #bang chan x reader #skz chan fluff #bang chan fluff #skz fluff #bang chan imagines #chan drabbles #soft

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hello i really love your writing! if you're taking requests, i've been thinking about the infinite blue boys in a typical office setting with the MC and what that would be like? thank you!!~

this has been sat in my inbox for SO LONG I AM SO SORRY TO THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS SDKFDGS but!! better later than never right??? right?????? anyway now is the perfect time to finally get around to this bc my brain has been so occupied lately playing sympathy kiss so office based otome is right at the forefront of my mind hehe. it's like it was meant to be. ALSO thank u so much!! i don't think too much about what i write after it's been posted so i forget people actually look at it sometimes sksjfkf TY FOR REQUESTING THIS WAS LOVELY TO THINK ABOUT also incredibly funny looking at the last post of me being like 'i want to get back to writing more regularly!!' as if i didn't slink back into the shadows again for four months this was also the first thing i've written since getting my new keyboard which is really taking some getting used to especially with nails dsklfsg still, enjoy office time gamers o7

♡ leo ♡

Leo definitely seems like the type to bring the energy to his office department, especially on a Monday morning when everyone wants nothing more than to have had just one more day to spend at home before work started all over again for another week. He'd be the only one with a spring in his step as he went about his morning, filling his water bottle, getting situated at his desk. Speaking of his desk, Leo's workspace would be the definition or organised chaos. Post-it notes are scattered across the bottom of his monitor, there's a pile of loose sheets covered in haphazard notes scrawled across them, and there are definitely more than a few pens with no ink left strewn across the desk. They also happen to be mixed in with perfectly usable pens so Leo would have to scramble for a pen when someone from another department came to brief him on a project he was working on. Every time, without fail, he is grabbing pens and scribbling on a notepad until he finds one that works enough to make notes clear enough for him to reference later on. You ask each time why he doesn't just go through and throw away the empty pens to which Leo jokingly scoffs about how he finds the right pens first time every time. He does not.

He's very much the epitome of a work best friend. Someone who will text you on the weekend like 'I know we spend every day sat next to each other but can we hang out together pls'. He enjoys your company okay!! You are very fun and he wants you to know that!! Will find himself getting into a bit of trouble for getting distracted talking about weekend plans with you but can you blame him? It's a Friday afternoon and his brain has logged off. Unfortunately for Leo, despite his brain having logged off, his computer is very much logged in so he has to force himself to keep going for that last stretch of hours between him and the weekend. Will whine and complain to you about how Fridays should be half days which, given Leo's usual demeanour at the start of the week, is an amusing shift in tone. Cut to a couple of hours later and Leo is shutting down his computer the second the clock ticks over to 5pm. He'll swing his chair around to face you, staring you down until you finally close everything down to get ready to leave. Think puppy watching and waiting for you to take them on a walk. Sometimes if you have plans for the Friday evening, he'll offer to pick you up on the way to work to save you the drive too. Also because it gives him an excuse for being late like oh no there was just so much traffic leaving their place I definitely did not stop for coffee on the way here not at all!! He absolutely did but don't worry he didn't forget to pick up your favourite order too~

I think Leo would be a really good motivator in the office too. If a day was going particularly bad, or if a really busy period struck he would be the perfect person to help keep your mood in balance. He's very encouraging for you to step away from your desk. Take a break, have a drink, maybe get a little snack to energise yourself. But he doesn't do it to distract you nor does he overstep any boundaries. He will offhandedly comment on how hard you've been working and make a gentle suggestion that a break is needed. He'd also offer to lend a hand if there was anything particularly pressing that was weighing you down. Try and say no. Try it. Never works. Leo's always happy to help because he knows you would do the same for him and have previously done so in the past when he was newer to the job and hadn't quite gotten his bearings yet. He makes the long days pass by quicker. Truly the best person to work with.

♡ milo ♡

Milo is absolutely that one coworker who keeps to himself a lot and develops this really cool and mysterious reputation. No one really knows what he does for work and no one ever asks him either because they're a little too intimidated to talk to him. It's not that he's had any particularly bad run-ins with anyone else in the office but more so that he no one really knows a whole lot about him. Any conversations about his weekend plans or what he did the evening prior are met with the most normal responses someone could muster. He's going grocery shopping, he's visiting family, he stayed in last night to watch tv. No one knows anything about his life outside of work and no one's bumped into him anywhere but in the office. The only reason people don't speculate that he lives there is because they see him drive in and park in the same spot at the same time each morning. Him keeping to himself isn't really an antisocial thing, but more so that he's there to work so would rather just get on with whatever he has to do with minimal distractions. He's an efficient man and doesn't like people stealing his attention away from any sort of deadline.

Then along comes this slight change in the office layout and suddenly your desk has been moved directly next to his. Surprise had left you stunned for a moment when Milo greeted you that first morning before sitting down and getting himself set up for the working day. He still never offered much conversation, just the usual 'good morning' and 'have a good evening' as you both left the office. It wasn't until you both stayed behind a little late one Friday evening to finish some paperwork before the weekend and he'd stricken up a conversation while walking back to your cars. It was mostly small talk, nothing of too much substance, but it was far more than he gave anyone else. If you ask, he simply answers that until the clock hits around 5pm, he's at work. Once he's left the office building, he's just normal Milo again. It's his way of separating work and his personal life. Honestly, his work/life balance is enviable.

Over time, as you grow closer, he'll start to chat more during office hours. Asking what you thought of a recent episode of a show, if you'd seen the news about an upcoming game. And your closeness wouldn't go unnoticed. You'll get coworkers whispering to you on your lunch break asking to share some information since they'd barely seen Milo speak with anyone else so openly before. You'd always politely decline, telling them he never really shared anything special and it was mostly just work related things—a white lie, of course, but what they didn't know didn't hurt them. Milo would appreciate it too, often voicing his complaints about the busybodies in the office not so subtly whispering about him. He didn't care too much about their speculations of him until they started dragging you into it too. Grumpy Milo grumbling into his coffee cup asking why they cared so much anyway. Who cares who he speaks to at work (He cares. But he won't tell you that).

♡ rory ♡

Rory at any given moment in time will take the opportunity to complain about something that has happened in the office that day. Whether it's someone not submitting documents on time or somebody emailing him with any extra set of tasks on top of his already stacked workload, he will be sending you a string of messages to blow off some steam. The first time it'd happened, you were sitting in the break room enjoying your lunch when Rory slumped into the chair next to you and signed so heavily you thought something terrible had happened and he was barely keeping himself together. As it had turned out, a new intern had done something without running it by anyone else first and caused a particularly big problem. One that Rory's manager decided would be his responsibility to resolve before the day's end. As well as meet his own deadlines for the same evening. To say he was stressed was an understatement. So Rory had taken solace in your quiet presence and let out his frustrations. Once he'd gotten it all out of his system, he apologised for the outburst and introduced himself, realising the two of you had never actually spoken before. He then offered to lend a listening ear for your own work annoyances, attentively taking it all in while you spoke. Once your lunch break came to an end, you exchanged contacts with the promise that you could be each other's dedicated work therapist whenever someone or something had pissed you off.

From that point on, you'd receive the odd message here and there throughout the day from Rory with the latest complaint. At first, it was just a way to get the annoyances off your chests but as time went on, conversations started to meander and before long you were becoming closer and closer. You didn't see each other much while working—only ever in passing if you needed to deliver a document to a different department or if there was a meeting you needed to attend. Your texts were your main point of contact with Rory until he suggested you start coordinating your lunch breaks so that you could actually hang out face-to-face rather than via text message. Coworkers would definitely start to speculate how and why these two individuals from completely different departments became friends or if there was something more to the relationship. Especially considering Rory, much like Milo, was more reserved and didn't really show much of an effort to become friends with the people he worked with. He was amicable enough but kept the colleague boundary up like a wall. Except with you, anyway.

I think Rory would want to extend your work friendship beyond office hours and would start wanting to text you later in the evening but is so nervous to come across as being too forward. He likes to act as though he's a very nonchalant person but he really isn't at all. Especially not where you are concerned. So you'd definitely need to be the one to nudge and initiate more of a friendship between you both. It wouldn't take much. All you'd need to do was text him one Saturday morning and mention how you were planning for a bookshop trip and as if he wanted to come along. He texts back almost instantly with a big 'YES' followed immediately by a 'glad you've finally recognised my superior taste in books' purely to save face for how eager he must have seemed. Would come into the office on the Monday with red cheeks once he saw you in the staff car park and try to sound as normal as possible commenting on how he had a good weekend. For his own sanity, just go along with it. He begs.

♡ alexei ♡

Alexei is the new starter who doesn't have a whole lot of office experience under his belt. He's bright eyed and eager to learn on the job but is also somewhat nervous to make mistakes or ask too many questions. It takes him a little while to settle in and feel fully comfortable with his surroundings but once he does, Alexei starts to really flourish. Once he knows you're happy to answer all of his questions and won't scold him for not understanding something straight way, he will come to you with an entire monologue of queries he wants to clarify. Literally rambles this long stream of consciousness before reaching the end of his list and looking at you all expectantly for your response. Listens so intently while he's perched on his desk chair, scribbling down notes as you run through everything he'd asked. Then turns back to his computer screen with a 'thank you' and then doesn't say another word for like two hours. He'll just be typing and clicking away with this intense focus until you have to tap on his shoulder and remind him to take a break from the screen for a few minutes. Will struggle to pull himself away for breaks because once he's in the zone he is IN. He only really likes stepping away from his desk when he has reached a good stopping point and he absolutely hates leaving a task partially finished.

I don't think Alexei would be a super social person at work. It wouldn't be for any particular reason other than the thought didn't really occur to him? He prefers to take his breaks at his desk because his chair is comfortable enough so the only people he really talks to on the regular are the people he works with directly. Being new, he hasn't had much of a reason to visit the other departments nor has he been brought on to any big projects that would have him meeting and working with anyone else around the office. Even after he's been there for a little while, he's reached a point where he feels awkward introducing himself because he's not exactly new anymore but he also doesn't know a lot of names. Whenever there's an office party or holiday event, Alexei will turn and whisper to you asking who that was or to remind him of a name. He could have had a good ten minute conversation with someone who and not had a single clue as to what their name was. It makes for some funny encounters, especially if it's someone not well liked within the office. They'd strike up a conversation just for Alexei to clearly not know who they are. We love to see it.

After Alexei has been working in the office for a few months and has gotten nicely settled in his job, I can see him being really welcoming to a new starter. In the same way you answered all his questions and helped him along with his training, Alexei would do the same for the new person. He might come across a little too excited with how forthcoming he is with explanations or offers to help out with anything they're struggling with but it's clear that he means well. He's just a little enthusiastic!! Would also start to add little decorations on his desk. He doesn't do anything too special, but he might have a tiny figurine of a jellyfish sat under his monitor and would have themed notepads and matching pens to go with them. If he's going to spend most of his day there, he wants it to feel like it's his personal little corner.

♡ brooklyn ♡

Brooklyn is the high ranking manager CEO businessman who is also one of the most likable people around the office. Despite him always being seen in his signature suits and ties with some sort of important document in hand at any given moment, he was genuinely pleased to speak with anyone working there. He has his moments of being the stern business type, particularly when in stressful meetings to discuss the company's performance for the quarter and their targets for the next quarter. Overall, however, he remains a generally calming presence. If you were his assistant, he'd try to alleviate as much of the pressure of the role as he could. He knew he was a painfully busy man and that you had no end of meetings to schedule, companies to contact for collaborations and partnerships. There was never really an end to your workload for which he felt a tad guilty. Anytime you entered his private office, reeling off the schedule for the afternoon or informing him of a visitor who had arrived to meet with him, Brooklyn is offering to make you a cup of tea or coffee no matter how many times you insist that that's your job, not his. He never listens.

I think he'd take a lot of interest in you as a person too, not wanting there to be this distinct barrier of boss and employee. He would much rather you both felt you stood on equal ground. That mindset had gotten him into some mild altercations in meetings when other company executives had made some sort of snide comment regarding your involvement in the discussions. Brooklyn wasn't going to stand for one of his most trusted and hardworking colleagues to be taken for granted. The strained tension never left the boardroom until a few minutes after the meeting ended and Brooklyn stormed out looking angrier than you'd ever seen him. Would be silent as he poured himself a cup of tea and then give you this serious talk about how if that were to ever happen without him around report it to him immediately. His expression was much sterner that you'd experienced from all your time working directly with Brooklyn, but it was evident that it came from a place of respect. And he explained as much as he leaned against his desk, pinching the spot between his brows as if the encounter had given him a headache.

There had never been any repeat instances following that afternoon, though you had overheard some whispers about the incident. Mostly from people surprised to hear that Brooklyn had raised his voice. Anytime you commented on it while presenting him with new paperwork, Brooklyn would adjust his tie awkwardly, face heating at the lack of composure he'd now exposed to the office. He took pride in coming across in a well-presented and calm manner so this one lapse of his self-restraint made him feel a touch embarrassed each time he was reminded of the event; in those moments he seemed less like the important business figure and more like a close friend you could playfully tease in passing moments between the busy hours. It was a comfortable and welcomed dynamic for the both of you.

♡ tobias ♡

Tobias is without a doubt the office socialite. He's always popping his head into the different departments with a request or to catch up after the weekend. He reminds me of someone I work with who is incredibly easy going and is friends with basically everyone in the office. Tobias can have a tendency to cause disruptions in that his voice will carry in an office room and he doesn't really realise how much of a distraction his presence can be sometimes. He doesn't mean to pull people away from anything important! But he also can't really help himself when it's the middle of the week and he's got all kinds of work adjacent stories to be shared. Will perch himself on your desk and start rambling away about something, not really noticing if you were paying him your full attention or not. It's only after he asks you a question and you noncommittally answer with a vague 'yes' that he'll start whining about how you're not listening to him. As much as we'd like to chat, some of us have work to do, Tobias. When you question him about his own work, Tobias will conveniently remember he needs to be somewhere else, dodging the question entirely and scampering away to a different department. There is usually a shaking of heads that follows after Tobias whenever he dashes off somewhere else—it's always from a place of endearing acceptance.

I can see Tobias being involved in the marketing side of a business. Definitely the one to organise big events and staff parties. He needs someone to rein him in though because some of his ideas aren't quite workplace or coworker friendly. He hears office party and thinks hell yeah time to go wild go crazy but no Tobias please the last time that happened you broke multiple office chairs we can't afford to keep replacing them every time. Would enlist you for help too because you're his favourite person to bother at work. Whether you humour him and play along or tell him to, light heartedly, leave you alone, Tobias will find his way to your desk for some quality catchup time. What do you mean it's Monday and you're busy? He needs to tell you about this movie he saw on Saturday that he thinks should be the theme of the next work event. He's also the type to bring food to your desk too. Will sometimes just buy lunch for you and pry your hands away from your keyboard so that he can slide a salad or pot of pasta into your grasp. Tobias takes lunch breaks very seriously. He'll also get treats for people in the office too! Buys little cakes or chocolates just because. This is part of the reason why everyone likes him so much; can't say no to a man who keeps you well fed.

Despite poking fun at Tobias being a bit more lax around the office, I think he genuinely would be full of solid ideas and he does feel pretty passionate about certain aspects of the job too. His work/life balance isn't perfect in that he tends to prioritise life a little more than he should sometimes but there's little harm in it. He's a very good person to be around if you're the type to get a bit too wrapped up in working. Tobias is NOT letting you overwork yourself. Not on his watch!! He's a surprisingly perceptive person and can very easily tell when you're stressed or not getting as much sleep as you should. Will take it upon himself to text you at the weekend to hang out and have a movie night with him. That way he can make sure you're relaxing and not spending your limited time off working your brain. Will steal your phone directly from your hands if you're staring too hard, eyebrows furrowed, and will replace it with a snack and gently remind you that it's the weekend time not work time. He has his uses sometimes.

#infinite blue x reader #infinite blue #infinite blue leo #infinite blue brooklyn #infinite blue milo #infinite blue rory #infinite blue tobias #infinite blue alexei #hello again how are we doing it's only been *checks wrist* four months #I FEEL BAD I MISS WRITING BUT IM SO DEEP IN OTOME HELL SPENDING MY EVENINGS KICKING MY FEET TWIRLING MY HAIR OVER SILLY OFFICE ROMANCE GAME #anyway play sympathy kiss teehee it is very good #also v open to requests i promise i will try not to leave them stewing for months #but also no guarantees on that one oops #anna writes

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waters-and-the-wilde · 6 months

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okay speaking of wrestling and also apropos of 'Rita drags him in by his tie', I was previously having Thoughts about imminently post Got His Ass wherein Rita is bound and determined to drag Nureyev kicking and screaming back into being family again so uh. scenario.

Rita corners Nureyev for A Conversation after they Get His Ass, like plot resolution denouement loose ends and stuff where he's in the clear debt-wise, made his peace with Slip however that looks, he and Juno Have Talked but they're like just on the other side of Having Talked. like Things Are Okay but also everything's just so raw and they're being So Careful with each other, it's like the early days on the Carte Blanche again and it's hard to shake the feeling that any more disturbance is going to topple whatever they're trying to rebuild

so Nureyev is just. his whole brain is full of fire alarms. he's vibrating in place like a greyhound that just got picked up at the shelter after it got spooked and ran away from home. this time he has no high ground as the injured party, he and Rita have known each other for a year now so there's a lot less of her initial 'sniff out the new beau' hesitancy, and sure he knows Rita well enough that it's obvious she's not gonna up and Ruin Him on purpose when she wholeheartedly volunteered to get him out of the mess he was in but still. she's the most unpredictable person he's ever met, he has no idea how this is going to go.

like logically he knows that he and Juno are working shit out and logically he knows that Rita's kinder than the people in her life deserve and might continue to tolerate him, but ultimately she's Juno's best friend who might well just be about to give him the mother of all 'you're on thin fucking ice' shovel talks, like she can't possibly still approve of him anymore right??

so he's scrambling to do preemptive damage control, he's throwing everything he's got into trying to Fix This. going on about how he knows what she must think of him and how sorry he is and that all he has to say for himself is that he only wanted to keep Juno safe, that he couldn't bear the thought of dragging him down with him, not when he was free and their family was together and he knows he should have ended it when Juno asked him to and he just wasn't strong enough and Rita's like. yeah that's nice i know Mista' Nureyev, hey can I tell you what I said to Mista' Steel when he told me about leaving you in that hotel?

and Nureyev shuts up and braces himself and nods very seriously and then she's like, actually you might wanna take off your glasses for this, and now he's extra confused and possibly even more terrified, and she waits until he's put them in a little case and set it on a side table and then there's just kind of a blur and a whole Rita NYEEERRRRRRAAaGGHHH!!!! noise and WHOOMP

pillow to the face

(for context. in my brain. I sorta presume that Juno told her about what happened with Miasma at some point in the aftermath of Newtown bc he owed her an explanation about both times he went missing, and yes she was glad that Juno didn't run away on an adventure across the galaxy without her but she knows a dick move when she sees one and also probably has the full context of baby Mista' Steel's self-sabotaging romantic choices (Juno said there was a whole thing about him walking out when he was with Diamond so I am assuming that Rita was privy to any number of related incidents over the course of those years). finding out that he passed up the chance to run away on a romantic adventure with the mysterious and dashing gentleman who he'd been mooning over for month, who was apparently also smitten with him the whole time and saved his life and tried to take care of him when he lost his eye?? she waited until he was staring into the bottom of his glass and then started whaling on him with a pillow)

anyway Nureyev doesn't get a chance to do much except yelp and sputter and get his arms up before she whacks him with the pillow again. and again. and starts yelling like 'YOu! are! such! a! big! dumb! baBY! Just! 'Cause! YOU! Think! People're better off! Without you! Don't make you! All! Noble 'n stuff!'

and he gets with the program pretty fast, which is to say that he's just on the floor letting her do her worst because that's just what's happening now

'alright I yield! I surrender! have mercy your honor!'

'DAMN! RIGHT! YOU! DO! DidN'T! Captain! Mom! Teach! you! aNYThInG! Big! Stupid! Tough guy! Tryin'a! Do it all! Yourself! We're! S'posed to be! FaMBLY! Now you're! Stuck with us! FoReVeR!!'

tackles him with the pillow. starts tickling him. both of them are shrieking. he vaguely registers that Juno has appeared and is slouching in the doorway 'my love i beg of you call off the attack i'll do anything' and Juno's like 'sorry honey i'm a little busy' and is holding up something that is probably comms-shaped and 'Nooooo, Juno how could you, JUNO SINCE WHEN DO YOU KNOW HOW TO RECORD THINGS'

(and the thing is Nureyev was just letting it happen because he assumed this was catharsis for Rita's sake and sure it's not not for Rita getting it out of her system but she processes things pretty fast you know? and she runs out of steam and goes off to get a snack and he's just there on the floor with his hair in his face kinda punch-drunk and Juno sidles up and sits beside him and whoops turns out Rita found the Release Feelings Valve and Juno's like 'yeah she does that. went a lot easier on me but I think that was mostly because I'd just gotten out of the hospital when i told her about all that.')

(a couple months later Ruby turns up to scoop Jet in the nick of time from a dangerous raid on Dark Matters and he asks what it's been up to and it pulls up the footage that Juno copied to the databanks. he gets a good kick out of the fact that Rita was on the same page about the whole 'he is solitary and overconfident and alone he can only fail' thing and that she got the opportunity to address it in the most rita way possible)

#team janus beast #the penumbra podcast #rita my beloved #juno steel #peter nureyev #this is also a direct parallel to my headcanon about Jet scooping Juno like a naughty cat during midmorning scuffles on the Carte Blanche #and Rita getting comms footage of it as payback for two decades of having to Put Up With This Shit #which i stg i am going to actually write

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 4 months

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tuesday again 1/2/2024

it’s quite satisfying how the year started on a monday

listening

first song of the year: how could it be anything other than Sabata. this is the theme from the titular Sabata, i meant to pick the theme from Return of Sabata but im not mad about it.

reading

i read Tim Marchman’s Popping Tins newsletter (a newsletter about fish and seafood) less bc i enjoy locking Mack in the bathroom every time i want a tuna melt and more for the droll authorial voice. i have bought a tin of mackerel after reading some entries, and it was very good but much much richer than tuna.

What should I do with this can of krill meat?

after consulting the importer’s website:

This is accompanied by a photograph of the can featuring easily-discerned black eyes, which are nothing to be concerned about, according to the company that produces this can. The first question on its FAQ page is “What are the little black speckles in my can?” “No need to be concerned here!” the answer reads. “Your meat is not dirty, and you did not get a defected can. Our Antarctic Krill meat contains the most nutritious parts of the krill, which happen to include their eyes.

…

The risks here are clear: I could vomit when I open the can and see the nutritious black eyes staring at me; I could destroy the peace in my home by making it smell like sautéed and simmered krill; and/or I could ruin a perfectly delicious lunch by introducing nutritious eyes and hard bits of chitin.

i have no memory of how i found this newsletter.

i keep forgetting i have ten hoopla credits a month through my old library and i want to read more comics this year bc reading comics is fun. in the past in practice this means ive binged all ten credits over a weekend. this weekend i had time for exactly one.

The Riddler: Year One is an extremely direct tie-in to the movie and i think it’s neat they let the riddler’s actor paul dano go wild with his backstory and then turn it into a comic. it’s fun when actors get to do weird tie-in shit.

(non-sequential pages)

watching this forensic accountant’s brain crack and scramble like an egg as he struggles to really grasp the enormity of gotham corruption and why the city is such a dogshit miserable place to live in made me go “oh huh that was a pretty good writing decision in the movie”. not that the riddler was terribly stable to begin with but the despair and the unraveling were very effectively conveyed. this comic has a lot of fun with funky layouts (left) and an entire issue (right) is conspiracy board shit on top of accounting forms which is a neat artistic choice.

deeply depressing but an interesting new little window into the rpatz batman (god i hope we get more rpatz batman films) and fun to look at.

how i found this: trawling the popular comics page on hoopla

watching

this is the seventh year of starting a new-to-me classic black and white movie around 1030/11 PM New Year’s Eve and i am annoyed i didn’t like the movie that started this year but, according to the data, it’s been fifty-fifty so far.

previous years have featured: sunset boulevard, yojimbo, the thin man, it happened one night, bringing up baby, the big sleep, and now roman holiday (1953, dir. Wyler).

this is the platonic ideal of a classic movie. it’s not sterile but it’s so… unobjectionable. wholesome (derogatory) even. not particularly what i was looking for in a movie but, much like the gelato and champagne that pop up, it was kind of a sweet nothing. i don’t think anyone eats any real food this whole movie?

this is never a movie that feels rushed. it is two hours of watching beautiful people traipse around a beautiful city in beautiful edith head costumes. i would not say there is a lot of tension for the first hour and a half. however, imo, it does land its ending and for that i can forgive it a great deal. this is another beautiful movie that is simply not for me.

playing

have you ever wanted an open world rpg where you play as a shark? congrats, this was apparently free on epic a while back

youtube

Maneater has a tremendously fun prologue where you play as the soon-to-be-dead mother shark who is absolutely going to town on a crowded beach and destroying multiple spear-gun-wielding divers and multiple boats full of citizens exercising their second amendment rights. this prologue is an excellent choice by the game bc it locks the fun part (eating people) behind several hours of really grindy shit. i am not entertained by the grind of eating progressively larger muskellunge, avoiding alligators, and collecting license plates. the grind is EXCEPTIONALLY grindy, i put about three hours into it and have only gotten to level 5 (teen) and have only two mutations i can sink loot into (four types of loot gained from eating other fish. this is too many types imo). i am not anywhere near a recommended level to start fucking humans up. im also not super impressed with the open world aspects of it— there are not a lot of things to do, discover, or interact with in the first two areas.

this seems like a really fun game that clotheslined itself with a cripplingly slow upgrade cycle. im sure the mid and late game are hysterically fun, especially on stream. however i am not willing to put in the hours to get to the fun part when i could immediately be having fun in some other game.

making

a lot of profoundly uninteresting cleaning. after not being able to figure out why my office (where Phil [no longer in heat. for now] lives) still reeks of piss even after stealing a blacklight from a friend and cleaning with a blacklight, it is of course bc she has been pissing in secret places i didn’t think she could get to. upside down smile emoji. both the girls got their monthly flea goop yesterday and were deeply unhappy about it.

most of my plants died in the move and i am finally tackling the survivors. fan favorite giant snake plant (not pictured, tidied up and inside) did make it and pull through but is not happy about it. now that i have baby basil and baby dill sprouting in the kitchen i do need to do something with the balcony so they have somewhere to grow up study and strong.

also slammed that silly little blondeyes NFT thing up on the archive

#i do not know how to tag that fic snippet but eh #tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #Youtube

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hyunjinniesgirl · 2 years

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date day - h.hj

okokok i don't know how i feel ab this one but i haven't posted in a while so i thought i'd drop it anyway :p also just a gentle reminder that my asks are open!! i'm open to hard/soft thoughts, mtl, scenarios, etc. <3

please like, comment, reblog, or interact if you liked it!! photos are from pinterest and are not mine.

wc: 1.1k

pairing/genre: fem!reader x idol!hyunjin + fluff

warnings: mentions of food, eating, menstruation, reader lives with their parents, hyunjin and reader call each other baby a lot bc i heard somewhere that hyunjin likes being called baby but i can’t remember where so i went a lil crazy. . . also prolly jus kinda boring bc it's mostly self indulgent, will proofread later <3

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To say you were having a bad day would be an understatement. You had gotten a text from your boss informing you that you had been laid off due to budget cuts, your GPA dropped significantly since the last semester of university, and you found blood spotting your underwear this morning. After letting out a therapeutic scream of frustration and taking care of your menstrual situation, you rolled yourself back up in your comforter without a single plan of leaving your warm bed.

After playing on your phone for a little bit, a text from your boyfriend came through. You smiled to yourself, assuming it would be a normal good morning message.

hyunjinnie <3: i’m almost there baby~

Shit.

Hyunjin had seen you in worse states, that wasn’t what you were worried about. It was no secret that Hyunjin was the most attentive and dotting partner you had ever had, but he was also the most sensitive. To him, you forgetting about your date and failing to get ready before his arrival could give him the impression that you did not care about your plans. You swore to yourself, hoping he wouldn’t be too disappointed when he arrived.

Before you could even get out of bed, you heard the faint sound of Hyunjin greeting your mom. You were fucked.

“y/n! Hyunjin is here!” your mom yelled from the front door. You scrambled to get out of bed as Hyunjin opened your door, stopping in shock at your appearance.

“Hi. . .baby!” You greeted nervously, scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment. “I can explain! I woke up a little late and work texted me—“

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin questioned urgently, walking towards you in two long strides, grabbing your arms in each hand to fully examine you. He looked gently into your eyes, trying to read the expression in yours.

You stared up at him, stunned. It shouldn’t surprise you that your boyfriend knew you so well that it barely took a glance for him to know something was wrong, but you’d never had a partner that was this perceptive of your needs. Hyunjin looked at you with such care and concern that you couldn’t even pretend to be okay.

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head and melting into his arms. He caught you immediately, petting your hair softly as you cried into his hoodie.

Hyunjin guided you with care to your bed, laying down next to you under the covers. You explained your morning to him in detail while he rubbed your back and played with your hair soothingly. He held you while you cried, never once interrupting you as words fell out of your mouth faster than even your own brain could process.

“Everything will be okay, baby,” he said softly to you. “I know it doesn’t feel that way right now, but until it gets better I’m here for you, okay? And even when it gets better, I’ll be here too.”

“And if you don’t get a better job, your amazing idol boyfriend will take care of you,” he joked, nudging you slightly. You cracked a smile at him, taking in every soft feature of his face when he looked at you.

He covered your ears while you held your breath to keep down the hiccups from your heavy sobs and fed you water so that you would calm down. Hyunjin couldn’t help but peck kisses all over your puffy face as he gathered you into his arms.

“Okay, that’s enough crying for today, baby,” Hyunjin said once your heavy breathing had calmed down. He got out of the bed first, going through your drawers to fish out a warm hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. “Will you go on a date with me, y/n?”

You giggled at his question, wiping away the remaining tears streaking your face. “Only if we can eat. Crying makes me hungry, Jinnie.”

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Hyunjin ended up treating you to an all you can eat kbbq lunch where you ordered all of the meats you wanted while Hyunjin grilled for you.

“Say ahh,” you said to Hyunjin as you dipped the Ssam you made for him in your special sauce. Hyunjin obeyed, opening his mouth without taking his eyes off of the pork belly he had just placed on the grill.

Immediately after biting into the lettuce wrap you prepared for him, he covered his mouth, eyes wide with shock. You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend’s expression as he forced the meat down his throat, chasing with water shortly after.

“Hyunjinnie, it wasn’t even that spicy,” you joked, knowing his spice tolerance was no where near close to yours.

“Not only was there spicy pork in it but did you really have to dip it in sriracha too?” he whined, sticking his tongue out comically as he panted. “You really are crazy.”

“Yeah I am,” you said confidently. “Crazy about you!”

“Get out.”

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The next stop on your date was coffee and cake, a staple for every date the pair of you went on. Leaning over the cake case together, you argued softly over which cake the two of you should share.

“The blueberry chiffon looks good,” you suggested, pointing your lips towards the fluffy looking slice. “Or chocolate?”

“Hmm, I like blueberry too,” Hyunjin agreed as his eyes roamed the cake case. “Oh!”

Hyunjin’s sudden exclamation made you follow the direction of his gaze, landing on the slice of cheesecake in front of him. Simple and delicious.

“Should we get both?” He questioned you with excitement in his eyes. You nodded rapidly before the pair of you walked up to the register hand in hand. You and Hyunjin exchanged pleasantries with the employee before ordering.

“Can we have one blueberry chiffon slice, one cheesecake slice, one iced americano. . .” Hyunjin trailed before looking at you. “Hazelnut latte?” You nodded in confirmation. “and one hazelnut latte, please.”

Before you could even take your card out, the employee was already handing Hyunjin his card back with a big smile. “Thank you!”

You thanked the employee as Hyunjin grabbed your tray, finding a booth in the corner of the café. You both dug into the cakes together, moaning in unison at the rich flavors seeping into your mouths.

“Thank you, baby,” you said suddenly, making Hyunjin look up from the iced americano he was sipping on.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby, we do this all the time. You know I don’t mind paying.”

“That’s not what I meant, Hyunjinnie,” you started softly. “Thank you for cheering me up today.”

Hyunjin sighed, reaching across the table to grab your hand.

“I love you, y/n. I’ll always be by your side,” he replied equally as soft, making sure your eyes locked with his as he spoke.

You stood up from your side of the booth to scoot in next to him, placing a hand behind his neck to bring his plush lips down to yours. His lips tasted sweet despite the strong coffee he was drinking, but the way his mouth moved against yours made you dizzy nonetheless.

“I love you too, baby,” you mumbled against his lips.

“More than hazelnut lattes?”

You scoffed, taking a big sip from your drink while side eyeing your boyfriend.

“Don’t ask questions you won’t like the answer to.”

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thank you for reading!! my asks are open for requests, hard thoughts, or jus to chat!! ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

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just-call-me-angel · 2 years

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Klitz With A K

Warnings: NSFT content!! Oral, bathroom sex, mentions of drinking, most of the fic takes place at a college party, smoking,

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Fuckboy! Klitz

Author's Note: I have had such bad Klitz brain rot over the past two weeks I swear to god that little fucker is in my brain eating any coherent thought I have left. I swear to god I blacked out while writing 90% of this fic. I imagine klitz looking a bit like Thaddius from Ballad of Jack and Rose or Martin from Taking Lives, basically just klitz with longer hair bc im a whore lmao At the moment it's a one shot BUT I'm literally insane and Klitz is always on my mind so don't be surprised if I do a part two to this fic at some point. Hope you guys enjoy fuckboy Klitz as much as I do.

Ps I have not known peace since learning that Klitz's full name is Timothy Klitz. I keep giggling thinking about it lmao.

Summary: College was supposed to be a fresh start. A place where you could forget about high school and move on with your life. It was not supposed to lead you to find out your high school crush is now a known fuck boy on your campus. But fuck you can't really deny it's happening when he's fucking you in the bathroom at a party. You might as well enjoy it.

Ao3

When you moved to Connecticut to attend Yale, the last thing you expected to find while at a party was your old classmate. Especially not the same classmate that you had spent all of the high school hopeless pining after.

Yet there he was sitting at the other end of the room. Even with how much he had changed since graduation, you couldn’t deny it was him. His brown hair was longer, shaggy locks coming down to his shoulders. He carried himself with confidence you had never seen in him when you were in high school. He still wore the same dorky glasses though. And you couldn’t say you knew of very many people with a name like his.

Klitz. Klitz with a K.

Still, it was hard to believe it was him. The Klitz you had known never went to parties, unless his friends dragged him along, and even then he was always off by himself. But this Klitz in front of you was sitting with two girls, openly flirting with both of them with a cigarette between his lips. This Klitz had a revolving door of pretty women constantly fawning over it.

He’s still just as attractive as you remember though. The only difference is that he’s aware of it now. Christ, he’s practically dripping with sex appeal and entitlement.

You know you should stop staring. In fact, you should just leave the party altogether–

Too late.

Klitz’s eyes are meeting yours and suddenly you can barely breathe. You couldn’t move an inch as he stared back at you, green eyes keeping you pinned in place as he took a drag from his cigarette. You shiver as he looks you up and down, and then meets your eyes again swiping his tongue over his bottom lip as he smirks at you.

He winks and fuck you’re a goner.

Your red solo cup hits the ground, leftover alcohol splashing on your shoes. You hear him chuckle and you can feel his eyes still on you but you don’t look at him again as you turn on your heel and scramble off to the kitchen.

Your head is spinning and you aren’t sure if it's the alcohol or the fact that you’re pretty sure Klitz was checking you out. Had this happened in high school you would have been over the moon. But now it was pretty clear Klitz was becoming more and more of a fuckboy. And as much as you’d love to have a go with him you didn’t know if you could handle him using you and then tossing you aside.

Christ this is crazy.

You exhale a shaky breath, leaning forward against the kitchen counter with your head in your hands. This has to be a fucking joke. You look up at the array of alcohol on the counter for a moment. Fuck it. Your reach over pulling a nearly empty bottle towards you, not even bothering to read the label as you start to pour what remains into a cup. One more drink and then home–

“You enjoying the party?” A smooth voice calls behind you and you yelp, nearly dropping your cup again as you spin around to face the stranger.--

Yea this is definitely some kind of sick joke.

Klitz stands a few inches away from you leaning back against the other counter chuckling, “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he paused, letting his eye wander just as they had in the main area of the party and you shiver under his gaze, “I’m Klitz… with a K.”

Oh.

He doesn’t recognize you.

Should you tell him you went to the same high school?

No. No. That would just make this awkward.-- well more awkward that it already was.

You fidget nervously with the plastic cup in your hand, biting on the inside of your cheek as he watches you expectantly, “I… I um…”God, you are so fucking screwed, “ I’m…(Y/N)”

Smooth. Real fucking smooth.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” he drawls, openly ogling you.

You giggle nervously, taking a sip of your drink in an attempt to cover the red flush on your cheeks. You peek over the rim of the cup, nearly choking when you notice he’s still eyeing you up.

“Haven’t seen you around here before, you a student or visiting a friend?”

You shakily set the cup down at your side, “I’m a student.”

He hums in approval and pushes off the counter, taking a step towards you, standing up straight so you have to crane your neck a bit to look at him, “Ya know (Y/N)” It should really be illegal for your name to sound that good coming from his mouth, “I saw you looking at me earlier.”

You freeze up instantly, eyes going wide as you stare up at him, “Oh.. I… Um… I’m sorry… I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to–”

He chuckles and takes another step forward until he’s got you trapped between him and the kitchen island, “Don’t be sorry,” he leans forward over you, pressing his palms down on the countertop on either side of you, his voice falls to a low whisper, “I like when pretty girls look at me.”

This is not happening. There is no fucking way this is happening. You have to be fucking dreaming.

“I just wanna know why you were looking at me.” he smiles, reaching up with one hand to brush your hair out of your face.

“Wh..why?”

He nods, smile curving to one side into a smirk as he hums, “Mmhm…I need to know if there was a reason a pretty girl like you was looking at me, so I can decide if there’s anything I can do for you.”

You whine before you can even stop yourself and he groans, “Come on pretty girl, tell me what you want for me.” he leans a bit closer, lips ghosting against the underside of your jaw, “I promise I won’t bite.” He kisses your jaw and you can feel him smirking, “unless you want me to.”

Oh god.

He chuckles, breath tickling your neck before he leans up again to look you in the eyes, “I already told you, baby, it's Klitz, not God.” You whimper, nodding mindlessly at him. Christ, you wanna give in so badly–

“(Y/N)?”

You jolt, noticing your friend standing in the kitchen staring at you. Thank god for Hayden’s shitty timing. Klitz shifts and you slide away from him, offering him a quiet apology.

“Sorry if I’m interrupting something,” Hayden grins tossing you a look that told you she’d be asking for details later, “Jayce is offering us a ride home since he just got off work and I figured it’d be best to take him off on the offer before either of us got too trashed.”

You nod, shuffling to make sure you had everything you needed in your purse before glancing back at Klitz. He leans back against the island, smirking in that self-entitled way that would have annoyed you on any other guy.

Hayden tugs your purse out of your arms, tossing it over her shoulder, “I’ll let you say goodbye to your…friend” she glances at Klitz, clearly checking him out, and then back at you with a cheeky grin, and you go bright red, “I’ll wait at the door for you, don’t take too long.”

She doesn’t even give you a chance to respond before she’s kissing your cheek and rushing out of the room giggling. She was never going to let you live this down.

You turn to Klitz, nervously fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, “Sorry about that”

“No worries.” He chuckles, smirking at you, “She seems… Nice.”

You laugh nervously and nod wordlessly, wishing you hadn’t let Hayden run off like that. You were used to being the one making boys like Klitz nervous, not the other way around.

He laughs, “Probably shouldn’t keep you waiting.”

You nod again but don’t move.

He reaches a hand up, combing long fingers through your hair to get it out of your face, “I’ll see you around pretty girl.” he leans down and presses a kiss to your jaw and you shiver, mind going blank again.

You hear him chuckle as he shuffles past you and it takes you a few moments to finally regain control of your own body as you stand frozen in the middle of the kitchen.

Wow.

It doesn’t take long for you to finally find Hayden, and when you do she’s already grinning, tugging you to her side before you can blink. Who was that guy? He seemed totally into you! Please tell me you got his number! (Y/N) come on I need details! You spend most of the drive home trying to ignore her questions (as well as Jayce’s once he catches wind of the situation.)

You decide it probably won’t ever happen again. Especially with the reputation, Klitz had built for himself at Yale. He’d probably forget about you as soon as a different pretty girl and for a while you were almost positive that he really had forgotten about you.

Until you started running into him on campus. And he was just as insistent about flirting with you as he had been at the party. It was driving you absolutely insane. It was taking everything out of you to reject his advances.

First it was while you were on the way to class.

You were in a rush despite knowing you had plenty of time to make it to your next class, when you crashed into someone in the hallway. You fell hard on your ass, dropping your bag and all its contents around you. You were apologizing before you even looked over to see who you had run into.

“Fuck–Im so sorry–”

“Ya know pretty girl, when I said i’d see you around, it didn’t mean you had to try so hard to get my attention.” Klitz was kneeling in front of you, handing you one of your books as you gaped at him.

“I–I wasn’t—I mean– I didn’t—”

He chuckled, gathering your things and placing them neatly into your bag before shuffling to help you up, “I’m only teasing.” He brushed a few stray hairs out of your face, “You look cute when you get embarrassed.”

He glanced down at his shitty watch for a moment, frowning and then looked at you with another smirk, “I gotta get to class, you think you can make it without running into anyone else?”

You nodded and he chuckled, “atta girl.” he ruffled your hair and moved around you, winking as he walked away, “Hope to run into you again soon.”

You’d convinced yourself it was a fluke. And that now he really would forget about you.

And then it happened again, this time at the library while you were waiting for Jayce and Hayden to meet you to study.

You had your nose stuffed in a book when you felt someone sit down next to you and you didn’t look up as you spoke to them, thinking it was Jayce or Hayden, “You’re late.” you muttered

“Oh? I didn’t realise you were expecting me.”

You stared at him over the top of your book, eyes going wide when you realised it was Klitz sitting next to you.

God you really had the worst luck.

“Shit–I thought–I thought you were my friend.”

He smirked, tipping his chair back a bit, stretching his long legs out under the table, “You don’t look happy to see me.”

You sputtered, shaking your head as you tossed your book onto the table, “No! No I wasn’t–I just wasn’t expecting you– fuck– I’m sorry.”

He chuckled, leaning forward again in his chair, tilting his head and peering over his thin glasses frames at you, “God you are so fun to mess with, ya know that?” His hand brushed over your knee and you were almost positive you were going to pass out.

This time it was Jayce who interrupted.

“Dude I’m late one time and you replace me for studying? I thought we had something special (Y/N)”

Klitz looked up for a moment glancing at Jayce and then grinning at you as he watched your face go bright red. Jayce laughed sitting down across from you and gesturing towards Klitz, “So you gonna introduce me to my replacement?”

You stared at him and then at Klitz, whose hand was still on your leg, fingers tracing little shapes over the bare skin of your thigh, “Uh–right–yea– Jayce this is Klitz– Klitz this is my friend Jayce.”

Jayce snorted, “Your name is Klitz?”

God here it comes–

Klitz smirked, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt as he spoke “With a K.”

Fuck that should not have the effect on you that it does.

“Pleasure to meet you Klitz with a K.”

“Likewise Jayce.” Klitz stood suddenly, lip twitching into a smirk at the way your knee-jerked when his hand pulled away from you, “Listen I promised to meet some friends in a bit so I’ve gotta bounce but uh I hope we run into each other again.”

You nod, giving him a stupid dopey smile as he walks away. Across from you Jayce laughs, “Jesus you’ve got it bad. When are you gonna just screw the guy?”

“Shut up Jayce”

Okay– maybe it wasn’t a fluke– a coincidence at the very least.

But it just kept happening. And each time Klitz got bolder.

He’d run into in the campus cafe, tease you about being so clumsy when you stumbled and spilled a bit of your coffee on his oversized shirt. And then he’d spin the situation around on you, offer to buy you a new coffee if you promised to sit with him and he’d spend most of the time flirting with you, thriving on every reaction you gave him.

He’d meet you in the library sometimes during his free periods, at first it was a one time thing after running into you while you were waiting for Jayce and Hayden but eventually he started swinging by more often. He told you it was because he wanted to study but he rarely actually studied during the times he was with you.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying spending time with him. Even when he flirted constantly and left you embarrassed and flustered. Sometimes you even caught glimpses of the Klitz you used to know, the one who fumbled when he talked to women and got all nervous if you complimented him.

Each time he smiled at you. Each time he snorted when he laughed at something you said. Each time you watched his face go red when you managed to flirt back. Each time he smirked when he made you flustered, it all made it harder and harder to say no to him.

It didn’t help either that your friends kept encouraging you to stop fighting it and let him fuck your brains out.

God, you wanted to give in so fucking badly. You’d thought your stupid crush would fade away with time, especially once you realized how much Klitz had changed. But it had only increased since getting to know the new Klitz along with reintroducing yourself to the old Klitz.

You couldn’t help feeling like you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off of him for much longer.

And now you were at another party and you were doing a shit job at avoiding him. You couldn’t find Jayce or Hayden so you locked yourself in the bathroom on the second floor of the frat house the party was being hosted at.

>>HEY!den: boytoy???

>>Y/N: where the hell r u guys?

>>JayJay: wut aren’t u glad u can have alone time with your boytoy ;)

>>Y/N: Jay i am begging u 2 stop calling him that

>>HEY!den: omg do u have a boyfriend u didn’t tell me about???

You loved Hayden and Jayce but god they really could be annoying. You lifted your red solo cup from the counter, taking a quick sip of it before glancing down at your phone again.

>>HEY!den: WAIT!!!

>>Y/N: oh jesus

>>HEY!den: OMG DID YOU FINALLY SCREW THAT CLITS GUY

>>JayJay: HAYDEN OMG

>>JayJay: U R SO DUMB I LITARLLY LOVE YOU LMAO

>>Y/N: first of all I rlly hate u guys

>>HEY!den: luv u 2 babes lol

>>Y/N: second of all his name is Klitz

>>JayJay: yea with a K ;)))))

>>HEY!den: oh yeah Klitzy ;)

>>Y/N: signing off assholes <3

You rolled your eyes at the final message shoving your phone into your pocket after sending one final message.

Christ how had you ever gotten yourself into this situation. You sigh, massaging the bridge of your nose until you heard a knock at the door barely audible behind the vibrations of music playing at the party. You don’t answer at first, hoping they’ll go away.

They knock again and you huff, yanking the door open, ready to tell whoever it is at the door to find another bathroom. The words die in your throat as soon as your eyes meet a pair of green eyes behind thin metal-framed glasses.

Fuck.

He smirks, eyes dragging down your body catching on the little skirt and crop top Hayden had convinced you to wear, “Mind if I join you? Parties getting a little too loud for my tastes.”

No, you think.

“Yea–Yea of course,” you say, stepping aside and allowing him to enter the little room before shutting the door again.

He walks to the other end of the bathroom and glances out the little window above the bathtub for a moment before shoving it open.

“You mind if I smoke?”

You shrug, “Go for it.”

He nods and pulls a half-empty pack of cigarettes and a little blue lighter. He slips a cigarette between his lips, shoving the pack back into his pocket. You watch his hands as he flicks the lighter and a burst of flames rises, enveloping the tip of the cigarette for a moment.

He lets the cigarette sit between his lips, taking a slow drag of it as he drops the lighter into his pocket. Your eyes dart between his hands and his lips, breath stuttering when he catches you staring.

He chuckles as he takes a step back towards you, holding the cigarette between his index and middle finger, lifting it towards you, “You smoke?”

You nod and he stops in front of you, lifting his hand to tilt your face up to look at him. He taps your jaw and lifts the cigarette to your lips, humming in approval when you obediently open your mouth.

You peer up at him through your lashes as you take a breath in, never breaking eye contact with Klitz until he pulls the cigarette from your lips, “Atta girl” he hums, tapping your cheek again and brushing a few stray hairs from your face as you exhale, letting the smoke fill the space between the two of you.

He smiles, taking another drag of his cigarette his other hand still cradling your cheek, thumb tracing the curve of your lips as he spoke, “Ya know, I was actually starting to worry that you were avoiding me.”

“Avoiding you–I wasn’t–I wasn’t avoiding you;” you laugh nervously, leaning back against the counter as he crowds you just as he had that first time in the kitchen.

He hums, “Hmmmm, then what are you doing hiding in here instead of having fun with everyone else?”

He watches as you go still in front of him, taking another long drag from his cigarette. You don’t respond at first, still trying your damnedest to ignore the thoughts racing in your head. He stares back, watching you closely, lip twitching, tugging into a smirk.

“Admit it, pretty girl, you were hiding from me.” he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, grinning when your tongue just barely swipes against the pad of his thumb, “Question is, why were you hiding?”

You stare up at him with wide eyes shaking your head, “I wasn’t hiding on purpose–I just—needed a break from the party that’s all”

He snorts, “Really?”

You nod feverishly praying to whichever god that will listen that he believes you and he chuckles shaking his head at you, licking his lip as he drags his eyes up and down your body again, “Remember what I asked the first time we met?”

For a moment you’re caught off guard thinking he’s talking about high school.

How the fuck were you supposed to remember what he said to you over 4 years ago.--

And then you remember that night in the kitchen and your face goes bright red.

“I just wanna know why you were looking at me.” he smiles, reaching up with one hand to brush your hair out of your face.

“Wh..why?”

“You know what I think?” he hums, brushing hair out of your face.

You nod, breath stuttering as his hand snakes down around your waste pressing you flush against him, “I think,” he pauses, taking one final drag from his cigarette before he flicks the faucet on behind you, stubbing the cigarette out in the basin, and then tosses the butt under the steady stream of water before bringing his attention back down to you, “ I think that you want me–just as badly as I want you”

You should deny it. There was no way this was going to end well. Messing around with fuckboys never ended well— especially not when said fuck boy was your old high school crush.

But you don’t deny it. You don’t even say a word. You just lean up, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you pull him down to kiss you.

You’d imagined kissing him—but god you had not expected him to fucking whimper when you kissed him.

He tastes like cigarettes and shitty beer. But mostly he tastes like spring rain and cinnamon sugar and god you just wanted more of him.

“--fuck” He whimpers into the kiss, pulling you as close as he possibly can. You whine back, shifting to sit up on the counter, pulling him to stand between your legs.

You nip at his bottom lip, grinning when he grunts in annoyance, hands gripping at your hips as he pulled away from the kiss, “--fuck–baby” you try to kiss him again but he shakes his head and pants, “--wait baby—wait—”

“Ple–please” you whine back, desperately trying to pull him closer, pouting when he shakes his head at you.

“I just—I just need to make sure you’re okay with this” he pants, moving one hand to cradle the back of your head, tugging a bit at your hair to make you look up at him.

His glasses sit at an odd angle, his cheeks are flushed bright red, and – god he looks just as desperate as you feel.

Fuck it. This is happening.

You tug at his shirt, letting out a breathy whine, “Ple-please–fuck–please Klitz.”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “come on pretty girl–tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you”

You whimper, feeling the imprint of his cock pressed into your thigh, “--dammit– please Klitz– I want—I want you please” It doesn’t take much more for him to take the hint and lean forward, fingers tangling into your hair as he pulled you into another kiss.

Fuck

He kissed you like he needed it to survive.

He pinned you to the counter, one hand at your hip and the other at the back of your neck. You were on cloud fucking nine and he’d barely done anything yet. You grappled at his shoulders and curled your fingers into his hair, tugging lighty and savoring the little gasps Klitz offered you.

“Christ you’re fucking gorgeous,” he pants, kissing along your jaw and down your neck, sucking little bruises onto your skin, “Haven’t–fuck–haven’t been able to—to get you out of my head”

You whine breathlessly, unable to fully form words, “You–-you—you think about–about me?” He chuckles, and you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your neck.

“Mmhm” he hums as he moves his hand from your hip and deftly works his nimble fingers beneath your crop top, “Fuck–” he tugs at the shirt a bit, “Can I? Please I wanna see you.”

You nod, shuffling backward a bit on the counter to help him pull your crop top off over your head. He whimpers as soon as he catches a glimpse of your bra and you were suddenly very glad you’d let Hayden pick out your outfit for the party.

“Fuck–you’re just–you’re just so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, lurching forward to catch your lips in a bruising kiss. You whine into the kiss, grasping at his shirt and pulling him closer shivering as he manages to unclip your bra and toss it aside with your top.

He leaves a trail of kisses from your lips, along your jaw, and down your neck until he reaches your bare breasts. He stares at them for a moment, and you can hear his breath catching in an airy whine as he palms at your chest.

You aren’t even shocked at the realization that he’s definitely got a thing for tits. You’d seen him ogle at your chest more than enough times for it to be a pretty easy guess.

Still, it makes you a little giddy to know he gets so distracted by you and you barely have to do anything.

“Fuck baby, you have the prettiest fucking tits, you know that?”

You can’t help but blush a little at the admission laughing breathlessly, “Thanks”

He grins, leaning forward to kiss your collage bone, dragging his lips down leaving bruises all over your chest, pinching your nipple between his index finger and thumb. You whine arching into his touch, as his free hand falls between your thighs, ghosting over your panties.

“Baby you have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting for this” he whispers before dragging his tongue down between your breasts.

He whines nearly as loud as you do when he cups his hand over your panties, “Christ you’re already soaked.”

“Klitz–please” you whine, rolling your hips into his hands and he hums taking a moment to just feel the heat of your cunt through your soaked panties as he kisses down your stomach, stopping above your hip.

“Fuck please–please I wanna taste you” he whines, sucking a few small bruises over your hip as he slowly bunches your skirt up, “Come one lemme taste you pretty girl”

He knows exactly what he’s doing, dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties as he waits for your response. And fuck if it doesn’t drive you wild to hear him begging to put his mouth on you.

You nod frantically whimpering as you comb your fingers through his hair, “Ple–please Klitz”

He’s shoving your legs apart in an instant, flipping your skirt up and tugging your pretty pink panties down to your ankles, letting them fall to the ground.

“Fuck baby you sound so good saying my name.” he groans combing through his hair with his fingers, pulling it back into a messy ponytail at the back of his head. You’re almost sure you’re going into cardiac arrest when he looks up at you through fogged-up glasses with his hair tied back and a little smug grin on his lips.

He sucks another bruise above your hip as he moves his hands up and down your outer thighs. You stare down at him, chest rising and falling with stuttered breaths. He moves one hand between your legs and you nearly fall forward when you feel his fingers just barely ghosting over your cunt.

He laughs looking up at you for a second and then down between your legs, eyes wide with excitement as he runs his fingers through your slick folds,“Fuck I bet you taste good” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh just as his thumb brushes over your clit making you gasp.

“Kl-klitz”

“Shit–pretty girl–this all for me?” He chuckles, mouthing at your inner thigh as he gathers your slick along his fingers.

He drags an answer out of you easily as he presses his thumb to your clit, “--Fuck–yes please–”

Christ, he’s such a fucking asshole.

He interrupts you with a shit-eating grin as he moves his thumb in a tight circle over your clit, “Don’t worry baby I’ll give you what you want.”

You don’t even have to wait for an explanation before he’s got his head between your thighs, tongue swiping up along your folds until it catches on your clit. You curl forward, fingers tangling into his hair as you try to close your thighs around his head.

He pulls back from your clit, “As much as I love being crushed between your thighs I can’t do much if you suffocate me.” he teases, pinching your hip until you open your legs.

His lips are back on your cunt in a matter of seconds and you fight the urge to close your trembling thighs around his head again. Fuck–its unfair how quickly he has you coming apart.

All it takes is a swipe of his tongue against your clit and his fingers teasing at your entrance and your mind goes absolutely blank. He barely has to try very hard to slip his fingers inside of you, groaning against your sensitive clit when your cunt tightens around his fingers.

He laps at your cunt like a man dying of thirst. He presses his fingers inside of you and whimpers every time you tug on his hair. He hums in approval and lets you buck your hips freely, practically begging you to smother him.

You’d never had a man so dedicated to making you feel good before. It was a rare treat to find a guy who liked eating a girl out.-- It was rarer still to find a guy who was actually good at it. And fuck– Klitz is fucking amazing at it.

Klitz is also a fucking tease.

Because he knows he’s good at making you feel good. He knows exactly how to curl his fingers inside of you and trace his tongue in tight circles over your clit. He knows he’s driving you absolutely wild. And he fucking loves it.

Fuck–

He presses a third finger inside of you and hums against your clit, “God I fucking knew you’d taste amazing.” he groans and pulls back slightly, sucking a bruise into your inner thigh. You can feel him grinning as he curls his fingers inside of you and it annoys the shit out of you how much he turns you on.

You tug on his hair, smirking when he whines in response, “fucking–stop teasing”

He lets out a shaky breath and curls his fingers into the sweet spot that has you nearly sobbing as he smirks, “You tellin' me what to do pretty girl?”

Your words come out in breathy gasps, “So wha–what if i am?”

He snickers, leaning forward to suck hard on your clit, humming in approval when you try you to shove him closer, “Aw come on, don't be like that,” he curls his fingers again, pressing deeper, “you just gotta ask nicely and I’ll do whatever you want.” he promises, smiling sweetly at you, chin soaked with your slick.

You whine, shaking your head as you tug hard on his hair, shoving his face back down between your thighs. He smiles against your cunt but stops moving his fingers, offering you nothing but lazy kisses to your clit.

Fucking asshole.

You buck your hips forward whining at him and he pinches your hip, lifting his head, tilting his chin up at you, “Come on pretty girl,” he leaves his fingers inside of you, pressing his other hand against your hip, making it harder for you to buck into him, as he clicks his tongue at you, “I’m not gonna help you if you’re not nice to me.”

You pout, biting your lip for a moment refusing to give him what he wants until he starts to pull his fingers from your cunt and you let out a choked sob, “Pl–please Klitz”

He grins, humming in approval and pressing a kiss above your clit, “Please what? Come on pretty girl, you can do better than that can’t you?”

“Fuck you–”

He interrupts you with a quick curl of his fingers and his lips against your clit and it doesn’t take much more for you to give him the response he’s looking for.

“Please–please Klitz–-please I’m so close–” you pause and he gives you an approving hum, encouraging you to continue, “Please–I need–I need to cum—please Klitz—please let me cum”

Mercifully he doesn’t make you beg much more before he’s got his mouth on your clit and his fingers driving into your cunt, pulling sweet little cries out of you as he drags you to the edge. He gives you a pleased groan as he swirls his tongue in tight circles around your sensitive clit.

You curse, dragging your hands from his hair and grappling at his shirt in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself. You can’t even tell if you’re trying to pull him closer or push him away at this point. All you know is that you’re dangerously close to going over the edge—

Time stops for a second and suddenly you’re falling, repeating Klitz’s name as you squeeze around his fingers. You’re a fucking mess, babbling while he laps greedily at your cunt..

“Fuck baby you taste so fucking good–” he groans.

Distantly you notice that he’s moved the hand that isn’t busy fucking you through your climax down between his leg to palm at his cock through his jeans. He’s so turned on by the act of pleasuring you that he can’t stop the rocking of his hips desperately seeking the wet heat of your cunt. And fuck if that doesn’t send your mind into a haze.

It takes you what feels like hours to claw your way back to reality, fingers shakily carding through his hair as you try to pull him away. As much as you want him to keep finger fucking you, you also want to cum on his cock at least once before the end of the night. This was likely the only chance you’d ever have to fuck him, and you were determined to get your fill.

Still, he refuses to pull away from you, tongue tracing lazy circles around your clit as you jerk forward a bit from overstimulation, “--Fuck–fuck–Klitz—Klitz please—I want–”

He pulls back a bit, replacing his tongue on your clit with his thumb, as he looks up at you with a smug grin, chin dripping with your slick, “--fuck pretty girl–go on tell me what you want–”

“I want–I want you to fuck me–please”

He must be as desperate as you are because he’s standing in an instant, crashing his lips against yours so hard you fall back slightly, choking on a sob when his thumb drags over your clit and his fingers slip out with a slick popping sound. You can taste yourself on his tongue, hot and heavy with need.

He groans when you pull him closer, hands moving away from his hair and wandering down his chest. You can’t help but smile into the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip when your hand grazes over his cock through his jeans.

“Fuck baby you-”

You don’t even let him finish the statement before you’re unbuckling his belt and shoving your hand down his pants. He nearly sobs when you curl your hand around the base of his cock. And fuck– he really did live up to the stereotypes of tall skinny guys with massive cocks.

Its a bit of an odd angle but you ignore the tension in your forearm in favor of watching him throw his head back and whine as you pump your hand along with his cock.You curl your other hand into the front of his shirt and drag him a little closer, taking the opportunity to kiss along his jaw and run your tongue down his neck.

“Shit–you–you’re trouble aren’t you?” he laughs and you suck a bruise into his neck, grinning when you feel his adam’s apple bob as he swallows a shaky whine.

You chuckle, kissing down his neck and sucking another bruise into his collarbone, “If I’m–trouble what does that make you?”

He laughs, “It makes me–”, you interrupt him with a squeeze of the base of his cock making his next words come out in gasps, “It makes me–fuck–makes me really fucking horny.” You giggle, pulling him back down to kiss you again, consuming each of his breathy gasps as you work for your hand up and down his cock, spreading beads of his precum along the length.

“You–you got a condom?” you whisper between kisses, “I want–I want you to fuck me”

His eyes go wide as he pants, “You-you're gonna let me fuck you?”

All it takes is your quiet nod and another squeeze of his cock and he’s shoving his hand into his pocket and pulling out a silvery little wrapper. You grin, a little dazed as you pluck the wrapper from his hands. You don’t even have to direct him to take off his pants before he’s frantically shoving them down his legs, nearly tripping in the process and forcing you to release his cock for a moment.

You can’t even stop yourself from whining when your eyes fall to his cock as it curves up against his pelvis, tip sticky with pre-cum. Fuck–he’s really fucking big

“See something you like?” he chuckles, hands brushing over your thighs, once again leaving you flustered and at his mercy. Of course, you couldn’t possibly expect to have the upper hand for long.

Smug little shit–

“What’s the matter, pretty girl? I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” His hand is back between your thighs while the other curls behind your back and you nearly drop the condom when his fingers brush over your clit.

“I–I do–I just–” you pause biting the inside of your cheek, “You’re just–um–fuck–you’re gonna let this go to your head–but—you’re bigger than most guys I’ve been with.”

You expect him to laugh, or say something cheesy like I’ll make it fit like most guys would.

Instead, he smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, dipping his fingers between your folds, “You choose how far we go pretty girl– I’m good if this is all we do– fuck I’d be willing to get on me knees and spend the rest of tonight with my mouth on you if that’s what you want.”

Somehow it’s the sweetest thing a guy has ever said to you in this situation.

You stare up at him for a moment. The idea of him back on his knees between your thighs again does appeal to you but if this is the only time you ever get to do this with him you want to be able to say you know what it feels like to have his cock inside of you.

You shake your head, bringing the condom wrapper to your mouth, tearing it open with your teeth while maintaining eye contact with him. “I said I wanted you to fuck me didn’t I?”

He licks his lips and chuckles,” Yea, you did.”

You pull the condom from the wrapper and toss it aside, dragging your hands down to his cock, watching his reactions as you carefully roll the condom over his cock. He bites his bottom lip, swallowing a whine as you roll the condom inch by inch onto his cock, giving the base a squeeze once you reach it.

You lean forward, other hand twisting into his shirt, dragging him down until your lips are just barely touching, “Show me what has all the girls talking about you all the time.”

“Fuck–” he groans, “Fuck–alright–fuck–I’ve gotta prep you–I don’t–I don’t want to hurt you”

You nod as he shits to lift your legs to wrap around your waist, carefully working his fingers back into your cunt. You are reminded of how fucking good at this he is with every swipe of his thumb over your clit. It's absolutely unfair how good he is at it but god it feels good to have his fingers stretching you out.

Your hand trembles as you try to pump his cock in time with his fingers curling inside of you. nips at the underside of your jaw, groaning when you squeeze the base of his cock. Once or twice you manage to make him lose focus. But he’s quick to gain the upper hand, curling his fingers against the sweet spot that makes your thighs tremble and your mind go blank.

“Fuck–Klitz–I need you now– please” you whine, bucking your hips and tugging on his shirt, desperately trying to drag him closer to you.

His fingers stop moving for a moment as he stares at you, trying to gauge your reaction, “Fuck baby– are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

You nod, pulling your hands away from his cock to drag him closer, “Please–’m ready–I need you–”

He looks like he wants to argue for a moment but it’s clear he’s just as at your mercy as you are at his. Finally, he groans, rutting against your thigh as he curls his fingers inside of you one last time before pulling them out with a wet popping sound.

He helps you lift your legs around his waist, and guides his cock slowly between your thighs, groaning when he presses the tip to your entrance, pausing with a choked gasp, “Fuck–are you sure— we don’t have to–we don’t have to do this–”

You tremble as you reach up curling your fingers into his hair, “Please– I promise-–promise m’ ready—just—just go slow, okay? “

“Fuck yea–yea I’ll go— I’ll go slow” he promises with a gasp.

He makes good on that promise, pressing into you as slowly and as gently as he can, cradling the back of your head while the other grasps at your hip. Still, every inch of him pressing deeper into your tight heat drags the air out of your lungs.

“Fuuuuuuuck” he nearly sobs when he finally bottoms out, “fuck—fuck– you’re so–fucking tight–oh my fucking god— I knew—I fucking knew you’d feel good.”

You can’t even think, let alone speak with your cunt clenching around his cock as you try to get used to the feeling of him inside of you. He’s so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. All you can do is babble incoherently at him, repeating his name like it’s the only word you know. You aren’t even fully aware of it when you start rolling your hips trying to get him to start moving and he has to grip your hip a little harder to get you to stop moving.

“Fuck–please—please fuck me Klitz--please” you whine, trying to drag him closer, forcing him to just fucking move already.

Bless Klitz for his ability to be patient with you even when you’re being a whiney brat.

“Are you sure baby? I don’t wanna hurt you–fuck–” he looks at you and you know immediately that he’d stop in an instant if you told him to. But you don’t want him to stop. You want him to fuck you until all you can’t remember is his name. You want to be able to feel him long after he’s done with you.

“Please– I want this–-I need it—” you gasp, pouting a bit when he still doesn’t look convinced. It takes everything out of you to focus on forming words correctly as you bring your hands to the sides of his face forcing him to look you in the eyes, “Klitz—Klitz I trust you—- I know you won’t hurt me—Please baby I need you so bad”

He stares into your eyes searching for any sign that you might want to back out, and when he doesn’t find any he curses, pulling his hips back with a groan until only the tip of his cock remains.

Just as you’re about to try begging him again his lips are crashing into yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your whine when he drives his cock back into your cunt, dragging the air from your lungs all over again. He pulls your hips forward, bringing you to sit a little closer to the edge of the counter.

You can’t even tell which one of you making more noise at this point. His whimpers and whines are nearly as pathetic as yours. “Fuck pretty girl–-you’re fucking—perfect–so fucking perfect”

He kisses along your jaw, and down your neck tracing over the bruises he’d already left on you. One of his hands remains on his hips, while the other palms at your breasts. He moans and you aren’t sure if it's from your cunt squeezing around cock or the feeling of your tits warm under his palm. It’s probably both.

You feel a bit giddy knowing you hold any power over him at all. But it’s difficult to focus any energy on using that power when he’s driving his cock into you and dragging you closer and closer to your second orgasm. All you can do is try to pull him closer, your cunt fluttering with every slow drag of his cock driving in and out of you.

“So glad—glad you let me fuck you– been fucking waiting for this” he admits, mouthing at your collarbone and pinching your nipple between his index finger and thumb, “god—fucking–I don’t deserve this—don’t deserve you like this–fuck” every word is punctuated by his cock driving back into your tight heat until you’re choking on it.

You fumble a bit, grappling for purchase on the back of his shirt, fingernails digging into his back and making him hiss, his hips stuttering a bit nearly losing his pace.

“Klitz—fuck—should have—should have let you do this sooner” your head rolls back and your lucky Klitz is quick to move his hand off of your hip to curl around the back of your head making sure his knuckles hit the mirror instead of your face.

“Fuck–god–You made me wait all this time?” he smirks peering at you through fogged up glasses, “I should make you beg to cum for making me wait so long”

You laugh breathlessly, looking at him with a dazed smile, “You want me to beg?” you clench around his cock, grinning when his hips stutter a bit, “I’ll beg–If that’s what you want–come on tell me what you want pretty boy”

He whimpers–and fuck you’re really starting to realize how much you like it when he whimpers like that as he pulls you forward and kisses you hard as he drags his hand from your breasts down between your thighs, “I want–fuck—I wanna feel you cum on my cock—”

You grin, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth and dragging your fingernails along his back, bucking your hips to meet his steady thrusts, “Then make me cum–”

He doesn’t even wait for you to finish the sentence before he’s driving his cock into you hard and tracing tight circles over your clit. You’re about to ask if he’s close to cumming too, but you get your answer as soon as you notice his thrusts falter a bit.

He drags you back over the edge in a matter of seconds, but this time he’s falling with you, babbling and cursing as his hips stutter and you cry out his name, holding him as close as you can, rolling your hips to meet his erratic thrusts.

Your cunt spasms and once again your vision blurs and time slows as he fucks you through your shared climax. Klitz is relentless, driving his cock into you even as he struggles to stay standing, body curling over yours as he presses his face into your neck.

And fuck–the sounds he makes as he spills into the condom are enough to make you dizzy. He says your name like a prayer, dragging your hips against his and mouthing at your neck, sucking a few more bruises along the way, choking on a whine everytime he feels you squeeze around him.

“Fuck–Klitz” you babble as his thumb grazes back over your oversensitive clit, “Please—s’too much–please”

You trust Klitz to stop when you ask him to– more than you’d trusted any other guy, And he stops almost as soon as the words pass between the two of you, hand instantly moving to hold your hip as he looks at you with wide eyes. You can feel him trembling as he tries to stay still.

“Sorry–fuck– I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asks, voice cracking from overexertion.

You shake your head, reaching a hand back over his shoulders to pull the pony tail from his hair, “No–’m just—just really sensitive” you cradle his face, smiling when he leans into your palm.

“Fuck– can i just–can i just stay like this for a minute” he whispers, whining a bit when you cunt spasms again and you nod, dragging him down to meet you in a kiss.

It takes a few minutes for the both of you to calm down and even once you’ve come down from the high of your orgasm you still feel like your stuck in a fog. But mostly you just feel really fucking good–sensitive and shaky—but good.

Eventually he shifts up a little bit, pressing one last lazy kiss to your neck as he slowly pulls out, careful not to brush against your clit and whispering little apologies when you whimper a bit at the loss of his cock.

He stares at you, and you can see a million thoughts running around behind his green eyes. You’re about to ask him what he’s thinking about when he shifts backwards a bit and pulls the condom off, tying it off and tossing it into the garbage by the toilet.

He looks around for a moment until he sees a shelf of clean towels and quickly swipes a small wash cloth. He gently pushes your leg apart again, standing between them as he flicks the faucet of the sink back on, wetting the cloth under it for a moment before turning it off and pressing the damp cloth on your thigh.

You shiver, cursing softly and he whispers a quiet apology, “Sorry–lemme just clean you up alright?”

Christ for a fuck boy he really was rather sweet.

You spread your legs a bit more to make it easier for him, lifting your skirt so it doesn’t fall as he gently cleans you up. You almost beg him to fuck you again when he pauses at your cunt, staring at it and licking his lips. But he doesn’t give you the chance, cleaning you up in a matter of minutes, pressing a few kisses on your thighs to apologize when he brushes the cloth over your clit.

He helps you back into your panties, letting you lean on him as he tugs them over your ass and snaps the waistband against your hips. He cleans himself off last, tucking his dick back into his boxer’s as he pulls his pants up.

“Klitz?” you whisper, “um–where’d you throw my braw and my top?”

He finds them quickly but doesn’t hand them off to you at first, just staring at your bare chest for a moment before whispering, “Ya know I meant it when I said you have the pretties tits.”

You snort snatching your clothes out of his hands, “You tell that to all the girls you seduce?”

He smiles and shakes his head as he buckles his belt, watching you clip your bra back on, “Nope–just you pretty girl”

You know it’s foolish to believe a fuck boy– but you really can’t help it when he stares at you with those green eyes and that little smirk.

“Sure you do.” you retort, slipping your crop top back over your head, shifting to pull it over your chest as he watches you, eyes darting from your chest to your face. You shuffle off the counter, nearly stumbling when you forget that your legs are still a little shaky.

Klitz catches you by the waist, pushing you back against the counter again with a smirk, “Careful pretty girl” Klitz stares at you for a moment and then leans forward catching you in another kiss, humming in approval when you drag him closer.

You pull away panting, “I should–I should go home” you whisper, not even fighting him when he pulls you in for another kiss.

He sucks on your bottom lip for a moment before pulling away completely, giving you a smug grin when you whine at him, “ I wanna do this again sometime.”

You tilt your head a bit surprised at his admission, “You do?”

He nods, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face, “Mmhm…Unless you’re gonna hide from me again.”

You roll your eyes and shove his arm, “I wasn’t hiding from you.”

You aren’t even trying to be convincing.

Still he lets you keep your dignity with a chuckle as he shakes his head and steps back a bit, “Alright–how about you text me later if doing this again is something your interested in, yea?”

You already know you’re going to say yes.

Still you nod, “I’ll think about it.”

He grins cheekily shuffling towards the door, “I look forward to receiving your text.” he twists the door knob and looks back at you once more, “uh–also text when you get home so I know you made it home safe.”

You bit back the urge to tease him for being worried, far to giddy about it to be in a position to make fun of him.

“I will.” you promise, giggling when he smiles and winks at you before slipping out the door into the hallway.

Well fuck–

You pick up your phone and step towards the door, opening up your text chain with Hayden and Jayce again to find a few new messages from them.

>>JayJay: yea with a K ;)))))

>>HEY!den: oh yeah Klitzy ;) (1 hour ago)

>>HEY!den: you fuck him finally???

>>JayJay: please tell me u fucked him finally omfg u are driving me insane girly u need some dick rn (30 minutes ago)

>>JayJay: I’m gonna be heading home soon, lemme know if you guys want a ride (2 minutes ago)

>>HEY!den: Yes please!!!

>>Y/N: I’ll meet you at the door

>>JayJay:Okay but hurry or im leaving without you lol

>>HEY!den: don’t listen to him babes i wont let him leave with out you <3

>>JayJay: u r no fun :(

You shake your head, yanking the door open, silently thanking your lucky stars that there aren’t many people in the hall way. The party has cleared up a bit so it doesn’t take you long to make your way to the front door.

You see Jayce and his messy head of dirty blonde hair first, leaning against a wall with Haydan leaning against his side, her dark hair falling over her face as she fights sleep. Jayce notices you instantly and waves you over, eyes widening a bit when he notices the hickies on your neck.

You don’t even let him say a word before you lift a hand to cover his mouth, “You can ask all your silly little questions when we get home.”

–he doesn’t even last the two minute walk to his car before he’s blurting out questions.

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mr-m-murdock · 2 years

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your stuff is so well written, with the word choices and the descriptions, i love the way you write so much it’s so..IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT BUT LIKE ITS SUPER GOOD!!

i was wondering if you’d write any little drabbles about opf about either reader or natasha being sick and the other taking care of them but like the sick one is trying to hide the fact they’re sick and trying to deal with it alone bc they’re so used to it 😞🫶

how d'you like your eggs?

| natasha x reader | only pretty faces

warnings: none

a/n: I. LOVE. SICK FICS.

The bed is empty when you wake, and you register this with your sleep-sluggish brain.

Then you hear her sneeze, in the bathroom through the door. Twice. Three times. Four.

"Nata," you say hoarsely.

"Yeah?" she replies. You see a glimpse of red hair. Her voice is thick.

"You are disturbing me."

She laughs, and you hear the rustle of tissue. "You're such a jackass."

You pull the sheets more securely over your head, blotting out the sound of her sniffs and the light from the window. "Come back to bed," you say, your arm falling over the side of the mattress to brush the floor.

"Coming." That thick sound again, like there's something stuck in her throat. You stick your head out of the covers and frown at her as she enters, ignoring the fond smile on her face.

"What's wrong with you?" you ask. She grabs your nose and you squirm out of her grasp.

"Rude."

"Why is your face like that?"

"Rude," Natalia repeats. Her nose is red. In fast, her whole face is flushed. She sits gingerly down on the edge of the bed. "You want breakfast?" she asks.

You study her. Her fingers gripping the covers, her wrists trembling. The way her chest is moving shallowly, her breaths in tight little gasps. "I'll make breakfast," you say. She raises an eyebrow at you.

"Oh, you will?"

"Yes, I will." You wave a hand vaguely in the direction of the ceiling. "That thing James said about assimilating back into the world."

She studies you critically for a second, but she doesn't appear to have the energy to protest, and you scramble out of bed, touch her shoulder and make for the kitchen.

Behind you, you hear a whoof as she collapses back onto the mattress.

Natalia only emerges when you begin to burn the food. She leans against the kitchen doorframe, barefoot. Her face is pallid now, her shoulders slumped.

"You're burning that," she says thickly.

"You really are the most observational-"

"Idiot."

You turn back to the oven with a sigh. "Sit." She pauses, then obeys, her feet making no sound against the floor. The chair scrapes and she drops heavily into it.

You serve her a watery fried egg on a piece of toast with the burnt edges cut off, and she beams at you like you've set the world on her plate, her bloodshot eyes turning up at the corners.

"Sit," Natalia says, and when you've sat down, she forks a bit of egg white up and pushes it into your mouth. She's only eaten a small square of toast when she pushes her plate away.

You touch her forehead under the guise of affection. Her skin is hot like sunwarmed stones, alarmingly so.

"You're ill," you say.

Natalia pulls away from your hand, her constant smile fading. "No," she says. "I'm not."

"Okay, so eat," you prompt. She eyes her plate reluctantly.

"I have work to do today," she says eventually, and she pushes herself up to stand. You grab her shoulders and shove her down again: it's frighteningly easy. She stares up at you.

"You're going back to bed."

"I'm not sick."

"Nata," you say, fixing her with a look. Her nose is still red, her lips cracked, her eyes half closed. You wonder if she has a headache.

Finally, she gives in. She leans forward slowly and presses her face to your stomach with a sigh. "Okay," she says, muffled. "Only if you come with me."

You scratch at her scalp, thumbs in circles just behind her ears and she melts into you with a groan. "Of course."

"My head hurts." She shivers, hard like she's been holding it back all this time. "I'm cold."

"I'll get you an Ibuprofen."

Still, she doesn't move away from you. In the end, you have to lift her up with arms around her waist, and walk her into the bedroom yourself. You lay her down amongst the tornado of sheets, draw them over her shoulders, and make for the bathroom to get the medicine. When you return, she's curled into a ball, shuddering under the covers. You switch the light off.

You set the glass of water you'd poured down on the bedside table and climb in next to her. Immediately, she loops her arms around your waist and pulls you in, shoving her face into your shoulder.

"I have pills," you say. Her knee is in your stomach, but you don't move. Natalia's hand worms into yours and finds the tablets. She swallows them dry, her face screwed up in the dark. Then she sighs against your neck and relaxes.

You draw your hands over the curve of her back, gently.

"You should tell me, next time," you say softly. "Don't hide things from me."

"We don't really talk about things, though, do we?" Natalia says. Her voice is muffled and slurred. You paint patterns against the cloth of her t shirt. "Besides, I'm used to dealing with it."

"We could." She stays silent. "We could talk about it," you say. "And you don't have to deal with it. You never made me deal with it."

No reply. Then: "I want to go to sleep."

"Okay." You hesitate. "I love you."

You feel her smile. "Love you too," she says. The shutters thump gently against the window sill. Natalia tightens her arms around your waist. "Thank you for looking after me."

You can't communicate the emotions those words surface in you. How could you? When she's cared for you so much more? When she's saved you from the brink of hell, when she's tolerated and loved you, even as cracked and abrasive as you are, all this time. You will look after her always, in any way, at any time. If this is what you can do to love her and comfort her, you will do it.

You say nothing. You let her sleep, her wet breath warming your skin and think over and over again I love you I love you I love you.

Such a shame you can't say it any other way. You'll run out of I love you some time or other.

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belphegor1982 · 24 days

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Art trademark!

Drawings: Recognition on sight is the color. Distinct schemes and saturation. Rich yet somehow soft? Very satisfying! Aesthetically pleasing. Characters look Round and Soft. Scanlan esp. He’s so PURDY.

Gorgeous detail in his outfits like omg the embodiment of eye candy esp when I zoom in and get to see all the careful attention paid to each part of his clothing. Like omg the TIME it must’ve taken. The patterned embroidery on his vest and his sash and his trousers and all the gold and glitter and his fancy earrings and sometimes he has necklaces and he’s so fabulous even when covered in blood. That and the drawn to scale size comparisons sends me bc he’s TINY. A sack of potatoes. It’s great! Vax’s hair/feathers and Pike’s armor are cool too! I’m just a sucker for Scanlan.

Writing: Delightful Scanlan voice. His dialogue and behavior in both ur comic/fics is *chef’s kiss*. He’s the strangest blend of sincere yet also insincere. Esp in ur Scrambled brain-eggs fanfic. His POV is fascinating to see play out. Feels organic too!

Particularly fond of ur version of Grog’s voice. The way he pays attention to his buddies thru a simple but insightful lens in ur Sea and Sand fanfic is alksdjfalskdjf. The big and his smalls! He loves them so much!!! The fact he apologized for getting Scanlan’s hair wet after promising not to (AFTER the near death!!!!) haunts me in the best way.

srry i went a lil insane i just like ur werk and finaly got the nerve 2 say it bai

I HAVE BEEN STARING AT THIS FOR FOUR WHOLE MINUTES STRAIGHT

SERIOUSLY

Midnight and a half, I send my WIP to my Kindle for a reread and prepare to switch off the computer - and I get THIS?? Look, whatever happens this week, I'll just think about this message and it'll make me smile instantly!! I lovelovelove putting little details hoping people will spot them, and since I'm not a native English speaker I work very hard on the rhythm and melody of words and characters' voices in general, you made my absolute day here

thank you SO MUCH

#oh man #art trademark ask #you're the only one who sent me an ask about but BOY #oh wow #:')#ask reply #gonna tag this as #archive reblog #just to find it again later

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magmavox · 6 months

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My WIP list is not something to aspire to. 0/10, do not recommend. If I could figure out how to get it shorter, I would.

BUT FOR THE GAME: 14. The Time Travel Not-Fix-It

Honestly, if I had the output power you do, I would be happy with that haha regardless of the WIP List's crushing weight!! You are a powerhouse man! As for the "Time Travel Not-Fix It" well. It's an SNS genfic for one (though with definite pre-slash vibes). But the premise is that after Sasuke and Naruto's rasengan/chidori clash during VOTE2, they do not wake up with their arms blown off- instead, Sasuke wakes up back in his twelve year old body, four years in the past. Cue Sasuke scrambling to figure out what the fuck happened, is this reality, and if it is, what to do in his position. But surprise surprise, nothing is that simple. But the twist of the "not" part of Not-Not-Fix it is a spoiler I am keeping in my pocket for now haha- but I love this story bc it feeds my inner author drama queen with numerous twists, turns, and surprises along the way. Thank you so much for the ask!! ~~Snippet Under Cut~~

Sasuke doesn’t remember passing out.

He doesn’t remember… a lot, actually. Hadn’t he been…

…doing something?

He’s inexplicably, disconcertingly groggy. Mind fuzzy and sore as he tries to locate his bearings. Cracking his eyes, he sees the dark shadows of what is unmistakably forest ahead of him. Under his cheek, the distinctive texture of a bedroll. It all only serves to confuse him further. He doesn’t know much, but he hadn’t been in a forest, of that he’s certain. But further than that, he hasn’t slept on bedroll in years.

Something is wrong. Why can’t he remember?

“Sasuke-kun?”

He blinks, twisting his head and shoving down the urge to vomit.

“Sasuke-kun,” Sakura says again, voice hushed as she crouches next to his head, “Sorry to wake you, but it’s your turn to take watch.”

Watch?

What?

He props himself on an arm, staring as her details come into focus. As he watches her, he’s able to recognize that what he’s seeing doesn’t match his memory. Her hair’s far too long. Instead of a chuunin’s uniform she’s wearing the red and white dress from their childhood years on Team Seven.

The Strength of One Hundred Seal is nowhere to be seen.

“If I still have a place in your heart, no matter how small it may be… Please, I’m begging you- don’t slip away any further.”

A flood of memory hits him. Facing down the Juubi, Sakura and Naruto at his back. The reverberating shockwave of power that burst from her as she released the Godaime Hokage’s Creation Rebirth technique.

“Sasuke-kun?” the strange mirage repeats, looking concerned now.

He rises at last, buying himself more time to figure out just what the fuck is happening right now.

He knows now something is very wrong. It’s just a matter of determining what it is so he can obliterate it and get back to— whatever the fuck he’d been doing. It’s on the tip of his brain— it is…

He rubs his eyes as she continues to look had him oddly, only to rear back in shock, glancing at his arm in alarm. White arm warmers. Throwing back the covers, it feels like his sanity is melting out his ears.

White shorts. Blue, standard issue sandals.

His hand flies to his forehead. The flat ting of his fingernails meeting metal rings in his ears like funeral bells.

What is happening to him?

“Hn,” he mutters, too shaken and unsteady to trust his voice.

Fortunately, Sakura just nods before standing and retreating to her own sleeping bag, visibly dead on her feet.

His hands shake as he leverages himself to his feet. Eyes locked on the ground, hesitant to take in the rest of his surroundings but knowing its inevitable. What’s coming is inevitable.

He releases a shaky breath and raises his gaze.

Just a couple feet away, the third bedroll. Blond hair peeking above the blankets.

“I can’t let you kill me… because I’m your one and only friend.”

The Chibaku Tensei, siphoning the power of the bijuu.

The massive chakra avatars, merging into one.

Punch after punch, the strength of his body waning.

Naruto, getting up again— every time.

The Rinnegan draining away the dregs of the jinchuuriki’s power.

An upper cut to the jaw.

“Just let me end you already!”

The screeching of a thousand birds.

The howling of the Rasengan.

The color bleeding from the world in a blinding blast of light.

And then nothing.

… Naruto…

Sasuke feels so tired all of a sudden.

… He takes to the trees for his watch.

What is going on?

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fairycosmos · 1 year

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Anyway. Sorry for the rant.

I did see a ghost, once, as a kid. My story is unfortunately insanely boring and pedestrian compared to the others, here.

I was playing on the doll-filled 4th floor of a 200 yr old hotel, which honestly probably makes me the villain/creepier figure in this, but I digress.

Anyway. Floorboard creaks. I notice it’s quite cold, rather suddenly, but dismiss this, being as I am a kid and do not care.

I look up. Silhouette of…. What looks to be an… Older man in a like. 1910’s era trench-coat, and some kind of hat, but not sure of the kind, because he kind of just looked like a shadow with depth.

Did not initially think he was a ghost. Just assumed he was an older guy who responded to the clattering I was making with the dolls.

My only concern was the way he was standing there, evidently staring, or at least, pointed dead in my direction and not moving.

Stared back for a solid 7-8 seconds, he did the same, and then I did the autism tbh creature face, and went back to playing with “my” antique dolls in the attic of a 200 yr old hotel.

Did not look up again until I heard the floor creak, whipped my head up, saw him walking forward. He melted into a deep shadow, and didn’t come out.

But the floorboards on my side of the dark groaned, right where his trajectory would have taken him.

Hissed autistically, being as I was that kinda kid, and scrambled out of there so fast I almost went over the bannister.

Think I was probably honestly the “haunting” in this story, because in all honesty, I wasn’t supposed to be up there, had been told not to go up there, and went up anyway, proceeding to mess with a bunch of antiques which did not belong to me.

Srry mister dead guy & also— Sorry for hissing at you it wasn’t personal there’s just stuff wrong with my brain.

Tldr: Trespassed and probably honestly made a dead guy’s day worse.

LMFAO man this is what you get for sneaking around in a 200 year old hotel and playing with antique probably haunted dolls and being a general menace. i like to think he thought you were the ghost - some little kid from another dimension messing with his daughters belongings or something. anyway, if i were you i think i wouldve died for real in that moment. bc like. where did he go. what is the logical explanation for this other than childhood imagination and the brain being a weirdo, which is ofc plausible. it's just weird, though. you were definitely the little haunting in this story, wandering the halls and hissing at people like the dead ghost child in a movie 😭 ty for sharing!!

#anon #ghost stories

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cottage-cals · 1 year

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sat morning | 11.19 ⋆·˚ ༘ *

day 8 without stimulants, i'm not feeling well. i've been so tired and my brain feels scrambled like an egg, not to mention i've been eating so much more that it makes me sick. my appetite isn't too crazy now, but i've gotten so used to not eating breakfast, having the energy & motivation to DO until well into the evening so not being able to get anything done is frustrating as all hell. at least i don't have anywhere to be or go today other than the grocery store. i need to make our grocery list but i cannot piece together what recipes i want to do for dinners next week... i have one (1) capsule of my adderall xr left and i'm just staring at it in the bottle like it's behind glass in case of emergencies. i don't know what would constitute an emergency at the moment bc i'm officially unemployed (got fired for poor attendance...bc my access to meds has been limited due to this national shortage and i can't work or even shower myself without them.....) so. i'm dogsitting and whatnot so i've got money coming in but i definitely feel like i'm in a hold pattern.

very much brain fog please let this shortage end i'm getting huge and feeling like shit

#3dblr #3d not sheeran #ed vent #ednso #adult adhd

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seelestia · 1 year

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oh goodness. i apologize this is late my brain has been VERY SCRAMBLED AS OF LATE 🫠🫠 anywayss tyy,,im still suffering from social stress actually so :/ not much i can do abt it. also i hope ayato ended up pampering u after all that as well shfjwjjdw (he did right-) but yes! i do prefer more quiet and intimate just to be with bedo tbh,,i just love how observant and attentive he is to my needs. gosh he's so sweet. i gib him all the kithes. ~Lycoris

NOOO, LY, YOUR BRAIN ISN'T EGGS! DON'T LET THE WORLD SCRAMBLE IT D; (yk bcs scrambled eggs?? fjkskfs, cyno told me it'd "guarantee" cheering you up a little 🫂 /lh)

social stress sucks, especially if the source is school since you're surrounded by people most of the time there <//3 is there any routines that you can do to help ease the stress out when you're there?? like having some 'me time' during recess, etc. i hope it gets better soon for you, ly! :(

here's some modern!au at school with your selfships that i thought of. wishing this can help lift your spirits for a bit! <3

albedo who offers you his hand and leads you to the rooftop so the two of you can take some time away from the crowds together. sometimes, he even locks the door to the rooftop from the outside to prevent people from intruding. it's fine, they'd probably just think that the rooftop is "closed for the day" (when it really is just him /lh). don't worry, according to albedo's words, "this is completely legal and it guarantees privacy."

(bonus: albedo who always reserves a corner in every piece of paper he has to sketch you. when you flip through his notebook, there's just a doodle of you on the bottom right of each page. "i'm afraid it's become a habit i don't wish to get rid of," he admits. how can he say that with such a pretty smile on his face.)

cyno who likes putting your hands into his pockets or his hands in your pockets. as long as he can hold your hands and there's pockets, he doesn't mind either. cyno says that he does this "because it feels nice", but it's probably so he can bury his face on your shoulder and fall asleep. if people send you weird looks, he'll shoot those back tenfolds. this guy is a loyal bodyguard!

tighnari who lends you his notes without even needing you to ask for them. strangely enough, you're surprised to find out that he drew smiley faces and adorable flowers as decorations. tighnari claims it's "to make the notes more immersive", but the unspoken truth is that he looks forward to see the way you smile when you see those doodles. you and only you get to see these notes, after all <3

gorou who likes preparing packed lunches or homemade bentos for you. it's no hassle at all, he really enjoys preparing these for you! knowing that he is doing something for you fills his chest with pride and affection. no, no, he definitely doesn't try his hardest to make sure the tiny whiskers on the bunny-shaped onigiris look good. not at all! (/lh)

ofc, your vibes are super wholesome! OH AND now that i think abt it, you also remind me of collei! it's most likely because of the recent windblume event where collei visited mondstadt and both she + sucrose were the representatives of us introverts 😭 oh, idk if you're a genshin player, but do tell me! if you do tho, which five-stars do you currently have?? is— is albedo one of them. (/lh) and if you don't play genshin, that's totally A-okay, dw! ;D

aaaa, ty! i find that i channel a lot of bubbly puppy energy, hehe. it kinda fits because i'm like a puppy who loves nudging my f/o's how with ayato as a spoiled fox / cat, and scara is a grumpy and hissy cat. i'm actually torn abt heizou but i think he might be an energetic chinchilla or smth. (/lh)

i couldn't find a sophibedo art but i found a pretty one for HOWLBEDO. HEHEHHE >:3c

sophibedo may not be as feisty as sophie, but he just can be stubbornly curious and humble at the same time !! just imagine sophibedo being stubborn and staring at you unrelentingly... yk, when someone is trying to be intimidating but they just end up looking cute instead, jfjejkdkkwek.

AWWW, THANK YOU, LY! it always makes me super happy to know that others enjoy my works, especially you (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) (/g) i love writing banters with scara because he's so annoying it makes me wanna throw a pillow at him (/aff) and heh, i hope you can feel the liddol serotonin boost rushing thru you when you look at bobas and get reminded of me and 'yato! ;D

dw, tighnari flicks you just to pull you closer the next second. what an underhanded trick (/lh)

eating popcorn as i watch a bunny trying to provoke a fennec fox and gets gently flicked with the poofy tail. (/lh) which reminds me that tighnari canonically takes care and grooms his tail really well! does he let you lay your head on it sometimes?? maybe, even snuggle it??? that sounds like the softest makeshift pillow you'll ever get 🤭

and i can see that the general mahamatra is a clingy one, judging by how he's hanging off of your arm rn. (/lh) A SMOL BUNNY THAT DOESN'T NOM NOM ON CARROTS... what a fascinating little floof! would you eat cookies if they're carrot-shaped. (/j) also, random but why do i have the feeling that cyno dislikes veggies and tries to avoid them sneakily at the dinner table—

"oh?" the expression on tighnari's face was nothing short of amused. he placed a hand on top of your head, an act that would've been considered offensive if done to a species with animalistic ears on their head like the forest ranger himself — but he knew you were an exception. and so, with gloved fingers, tighnari ruffled your hair gently as he huffed an affectionate sigh, "i didn't think you'd admit to being a brat so quickly."

("you're going to keep this up, aren't you? oh, i can tell my sanity is in danger already," he facepalms. but you have the feeling that he doesn't sound as serious as he makes himself out to be.)

i feel like tighnari can be so cheeky in private and i fear for you, ly. what if you turn to goo again, no— (/lh) JFKSKSKS BOTH YOU AND GOROU ARE SO WHOLESOME. like so cute scara tells me he's gonna puke just looking at the two of you scara, be nice. (don't mind his analogy, that just means your cuteness as a couple is thru the roof /aff) 🤭

dw, heizou gave me compensation in the form of hanging from my arm the whole day and treating me to stuff. i'm more amused by it tho, in a "now ik you talk to animals like a reporter and i'm never gonna live it down" way, hehehe. yeahhh! we're all just a bunch of nerds having drinks and checking out the books we bought. it's a book club atp (/j)

i personally think scara would be sorta interested in going to a lego store for some reason LMAOAOAO

oooo, somewhere artsy! any specific places in mind? my first thought is pottery classes for some reason fjkekdkk. oh, how chaotic that'd be! i think cyno might get frustrated when his clay plops and he just goes, "this is just a minor obstacle in my path to making the best pottery ever." he starts going there everyday afterwards. cyno can be childishly competitive like that. tcg??? no, pottery. (/j)

AWW, THAT'S SO CUTE. let me tell you this right here and now, cyno would be so proud of that apron! like super proud, the 'i'm gonna make excuses just to wear this' type of proud. embarrassed? what do you mean, embarrassed? the general mahamatra doesn't know the definition of shame, it's something his bunny made him and he's gonna cherish it till the end of time. people who disagree can file their complaints to the akademiya, smh. (/lh)

as long as you and cyno don't start a flour fight and the kitchen is all right in the end, it's all good. i'm sure tighnari and albedo agree with me (/j) btw, ly, how would you rank your boys in the kitchen?? >:3c

if it were me, i'd rank mine like this (hehe):

1. scara !! surprised or not, he's canonically good at cooking and i find that funny in a cute way he gets so offended when others look so shocked like since when does people with an attitude can't cook?? (/lh). more civil in the kitchen too because "there're places to pick a fight and it's not here, you idiot."

2. heizou !! his cooking skills may not be as impressive as scara's, but i'd say sufficient enough <3 he makes good sandwiches for a quick picnic break! but likes whining that his arms are 'sore' so his 'knight in shining armor (me)' to help him out, hmph. (/aff)

3. ayato !! he can't cook and should not be allowed in the kitchen. i swear, 'yato views the kitchen as a laboratory because instead of making edible food, he puts stuff into the pot like a witch brewing potions 😭 banned from the kitchen forever. (/j)

and dw abt chonking off the brainrot! you can even take a break in the middle of it >:) my inbox is here to stay and i don't want you to feel like you have to answer all of them in one sitting. take your time! ;D 🫂 (/gen)

heheee, good! i'm glad to see you feeling a bit better after a break (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾o＾) oooo, boba and cookies 'n cream! why is it so cute that boba and oreos happen to be round-shaped, hdjjejfke. ayato added that he thinks you're cultured for your likes 🤭 also, idk why but i always feel like snickerdoodles are the face of cookies?? like when people say cookies, they just come to my mind first! (/pos) + maybe snickerdoodles are a comfort food/pastry for you?? that's really cute, it reminds me of hot chocolate and resting by the hearth during winter (>_<) what's your fav season btw, ly?? >:3c

blueberry muffins and ice cream croissants make my taste sound too fancy for some reason, i swear, i'm a simple gal because desserts aside, sandwiches with extra chicken slices in them make me vv happy too— (/lh)

DON'T WORRY, i can fix the inbox's door right back up with ayato's money !! (/lh)

PINKBEDO FOR THE WINNNN. ly, instead of albedo, let's just call him strawbedo 🤭 atp, his pretty blonde hair is just a canvas for anyone to put any colors on. it's just too paintable for its own good (/aff)

i bet klee will love strawbedo sm she'll start telling him to lean down so she can give him a pat!! this is so cute. klee and ly 🤝 strawbedo lovers <3

#this is random and unprompted but #i just wanna say that i love seeing your string of asks in my inbox every time (/gen)#it feels like we're penpals having fluffy brain worms back and forth in a single letter and I LOVE IT !!!#ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest lycoris anon! 🍡#cw: selfships

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φ⌎ 𝟏. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark alpha!fratboy!Steve Rogers x omega sorority!reader (dark A/B/O college AU)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK themes/elements, A/B/O dynamics, 6’6” Steve, mean!Steve, manipulation, (little bit of) soft!DARK, misogyny (within A/B/O designations), assault, sexual tension, scenting, SMUT - minors DNI, non-con to dub-con, coercion, fingering (f), dirty talk, daddy kink, size difference, degradation, dumbification, choking, spitting, p*ssy slapping, squirting, grinding (dry humping, bulge riding), spanking, (a hint of) dacryphilia (but not really, he does lick tears though), humiliation, major power imbalance, possessive behaviour

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | It’s hell week at Howard College and Arcadia Phi has traded their pledges for the fresh faces of Kappa Phi, and you’re one of them. Based off this ask.

𝗪/𝗖 | 9.88K

𝗔/𝗡 | here we go ! and because this is me, the frat is full of familiar characters. I made up the frat/sorority names, steve gives me bully vibes (a bully to other people) but it’s just him acting all high and mighty bc he’s an alpha. pls don’t ask me about frat/sorority chapters, i’m making things up/changing things in this fic. all mistakes are my own. this is a dark fic, the warnings have been given—if you don’t like it, don’t read.

˗ˏˋ𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A loud banging on the door makes you jump before you blindly scramble for your clothes. Squinting is useless in the darkness, but you make out the vague shadow looming from under the door as an unmistakable musk follows. It’s woody and smokey, and has been burnt into your brain the moment you walked into the frat house.

“What’s taking so long, legacy! Those floorboards aren’t going to scrub themselves.” A deep voice booms, followed by another round of knocks as the doorknob rattles. “You better come out before we come in.”

“Let her hide, Bucky.” Someone else laughs, “We’ll see how long until Steve breaks the door down.”

You swing open the door, “I wasn’t hiding.” You correct in irritation, holding your clothes to your chest.

“Awfully suspicious amount of time in there then. You know, some girls just got changed out in the open.” Another man quips, his cardigan hanging over his shoulders, “Why couldn’t you do the same, sweetheart? Are you shy?”

“Bryce, shut up.” The blond on your right speaks up, no longer a silent observer.

You meet those clear blue eyes that have been drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Almost subconsciously, you take a step backwards to put some distance between the two of you.

Steve is leaning on the wall, his thick arms crossed over his defined chest, the seams of his t-shirt nearly burst as he flexes. “Why did you take so long?”

You uncomfortably shift as dozens of leers fall on you, searing straight through the skimpy maid costume. “The lightbulb went out and I couldn’t see.” You tug on the back of the dress, hoping to save at least an ounce of your dignity.

The alpha stares at you a minute longer, analyzing your features before snapping his fingers. “One of you get on the counter and change the light.”

A girl your age surges forward, a bright and suave smile on her face as she passes the frat brothers. You keep your head up and slip out of the dark bathroom.

A warmth ghosts your arm, a slow Brooklyn drawl following suit, “Better get with the others, legacy.”

After tucking away your clothes, you sink back into the small crowd of girls, each of you is clad in your costumes. Varying in colour combinations, but all in the same style, right down to the little lace apron around your waists.

The volunteer from earlier returns, a skip in her step as she takes position front and centre, she’s one of the few girls completely comfortable in these circumstances.

Steve walks forward, exchanging a few words with a brunet alpha. You scan over his body, begrudgingly admiring the way his shirt clings to his biceps, well-built chest and tapering to his thin waist. Finally, you reach his long legs and thick thighs outlined by his dark jeans, but before your eyes can go rogue, you feel a nudge.

Wanda is smiling cheekily. “The pictures didn’t do him justice, right?”

You briefly recall the various photos plastered on the school’s website and social media—Steve Rogers, one of the most prominent figures at Howard College. Most known for being the captain of the football team and the vice president of his fraternity, which itself was exclusively for male alphas, leading to a rowdy bunch of men with egos the size of the moon.

You turn to Wanda and lie, “I don’t remember them.”

The beta looks unconvinced, as expected. Ever since you met her last year, she’s been able to read you like an open book, those inquisitive green eyes peeking through your brain to read the thoughts you haven’t organized yourself. Although, you’ve grown used to her poking and prodding, in an endearing way.

Glancing around at the other pledges, they’re all wearing the same hazy expression, utterly taken by the gods of campus a few feet away.

“You seem a little affected despite not remembering…” She trails off, wiggling her nose.

Your eyes widen and your arms wrap around you. “Really!”

“No, but now I know you were lying.” She replies smugly, flipping her long auburn hair over her shoulder. “As if I could pick you out amongst these ones.”

You deflate, thankful your body hadn’t proven that stereotype right—that omegas are sensual fiends and just easy toys—yet another conception that has haunted you for your whole life.

A loud clap echoes through the room, and everyone’s attention snaps to Steve. He’s taller and bigger than his frat brothers, naturally domineering every other person in the room as he slowly paces. “Welcome to Arcadia Phi, ladies, it’s a good thing you’re all easy on the eyes.” He pauses in front of one girl, frowning, “Almost all of you.”

The eruption of laughter makes you cower backwards, your chest aching for the poor girl. Steve was living up to his reputation as clear as day—the vain, cruelly praised star who couldn’t do any wrong, but on the off chance he did, no one would care. His high and mighty designation and status blind any accountability. You’ve only heard a handful of rumours where people disagreed with him, and only a few actually spoke up about it, but you don’t know what happened after the fact.

Who knows what these ruthless alphas are capable of?

The sons of other alphas who have had the world on a silver platter since their presentation. Taking over society with a snap of their fingers as everyone falls to their knees—in submission or fear.

You hated it, but it’s also all you’ve ever known. A little bit of hope sparks in your chest, a faint perhaps things will change. In your past year at this college, you’ve been blessed to avoid the inevitable consequences that come with being a young, unclaimed omega. The disrespect and objectification, and the horror stories of assault and things even worse.

It hurts even more because of your current predicament, dressed in the most scandalous outfit for the pleasure of these men.

It was unfair to be blessed to not face challenges that no one should ever come across. And, that perhaps burns brighter every time you daydream about a life without any struggles or hardships, where your thoughts and words matter, where your voice can be heard and not disregarded solely based on what you are.

Everyone else was given a chance to be something when they presented, for omegas, it was the opposite. The opportunities slip from your grasp before you can even consider them. Truly doomed by your predestined fate. A mere passenger to the life already written for you.

Howard College has stated multiple times that they’re all for omega rights, but their efforts and representation within the board and council are severely lacking. Their words are silenced by their actions, only confirming their true beliefs.

You weren’t surprised.

It was an awful reflection of society itself. The divide gets thicker every day, between alphas, betas and omegas. Alphas and betas were more common than omegas—but that didn’t halt any ill-treatment, it never did and you dread it never will. Growing up, you’ve heard stories about omega trafficking, and that in some places, breeding programs are still legalized and it’s mandatory for omegas to be claimed within five years of presenting.

At least you weren’t in any of those pieces of hell on earth.

Unfortunately, worldwide, omega rights are nothing but an afterthought. Something to consider after everything else has been handled and stabilized, only when there is care and consideration to spare.

Being at the bottom of the barrel, nothing you say or do could help—so you bite your tongue, tugging at your skirt. God, the more you thought about it, the angrier you got. The audacity and self-entitlement radiating from the men across the room were suffocating. But a voice in your head warns you to steer clear of the fratboys who are notorious for coining the term; omega slut walk.

The vice president stops in front of your side of the group, looming over a beta. When he flashes a charming smile, she sighs dreamily, “A few of you are quite pleasing to look at.”

Some of the girls giggle, flirtatiously fluttering their lashes.

Steve stops short, “I didn’t say I want to hear any of you.” He raises his hand as silence takes over, “That’s better. Just look pretty and do what we say, all right? Then, you’ll all be in our sister sorority.” He pauses, a short test for any rulebreakers, but there aren’t any and he nods in approval.

“Now, ladies, this house hasn’t been deep cleaned in a while.” He stands with his feet spread shoulder-width apart, “So, be thorough, be quiet unless you’re spoken to, and I’ll put in a good word with Maria. Got it?” Everyone silently nods. “You can speak.”

“Yes, Steve.” You all say at once.

The blond cockily grins at his friends. “Good girls, now, line up for your supplies.” He gestures to the kitchen.

The group of you move towards the doorway in a neat line, lips sealed tight as the fratboys talk amongst themselves. Some outrightly compliment the fit of the costumes, their muffled lewd comments make your cheeks heat up.

“Where’s Ari?” One of the betas asks, she’s at the end of the line with her arms crossed over her chest. “He’s the president, why isn’t he here?”

The tall blond quirks a brow, “Last time I checked, his whereabouts isn’t something you need to know.”

“You can’t give orders—I heard Maria made the deal with Ari, not you.”

Steve clears his throat, an unnerving gaze locked on her face. It drags on long enough that the line has completely stalled until someone pushes ahead. Now, you and Wanda stand by the kitchen doorway. You glance back again, and Steve hasn’t moved, neither has the girl—and it’s a flicker, barely noticeable from where you stand, but she slightly recoils. And, like that, Steve pounces.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you get your pledge redacted.” His voice booms as he tilts his head, “Was it worth opening your mouth, beta?”

“I—”

“Curtis, open the door.” The brunet with a buzzcut clicks open the lock, welcoming the afternoon sun as a fresh breeze blows through, but it’s futile against the tension. “Go on, walk out. Leave because you’d rather speak than join Kappa Phi.”

The girl looks at everyone else, wordlessly begging for a saviour, a courageous person to stand up against the vice president but no one does. You’re all either too afraid or too infatuated to even dare and hopelessly, she leaves. Gathering her belongings and slowly walking out of the frat house.

“Maybe we should call this the stupid beta walk.” The man from earlier, Bryce scoffs.

It’s quite comedic watching the other alphas collectively sigh, as if they’re only aware of the doucheness when Bryce opens his mouth. It wouldn’t surprise you if that’s why they kept him around, to make them look better because even within their designations, alphas need to be the absolute best.

With an ego so vast it made room for a new one, blooming from right in the centre.

One of the other brothers pulls Steve aside, he’s the one who was banging on the bathroom door. Bucky is almost as tall as Steve but his hair is longer and darker. Their build is similar, packed with muscles straining against their clothes but Bucky’s skin is slightly more tanned.

Everyone takes turns gathering supplies; some grab a bottle of cleaner and a rag, others take a small bucket and a sponge. You’re one of the last ones and take a sponge and bucket, dipping your finger in the warm water as you retreat to the small group of girls. All of the different scents overwhelm your nose, ranging from antiseptic to bitter to intensely sweet, the betas surrounding you shake with anticipation.

Alphas give each of you tasks all around the house. Some are sent back to the kitchen, the living room or one of the bathrooms. You’re all dismissed with alphas to keep an eye on you, supervisors to bark out demands.

You’re following a few girls to the living room, then settling into a corner, dipping the sponge in the bucket before scrubbing the discolouration on the floorboards. It’s probably a spill from one of their legendary parties.

As you halfheartedly listen to the alphas talk to each other and the occasional vile comment, you remind yourself why you’re doing this.

Wanda’s gleaming face appears in your head, her eyes lighting up at the thought of belonging to the sorority, Kappa Phi, one of the best for betas and omegas—although there have only ever been a few omegas accepted. And unfortunately, you weren’t one of them last year and that’s how you met Wanda, bonding over being rejected from the sorority.

Wanda called Kappa Phi perfect, although not as known as Arcadia Phi. There wasn’t a fraternity like it, with the most celebrity alums and best leaders with successful lives. Sometimes you wonder how those self-serving souls were gifted with great lives, then you realize that’s how society treats alphas—feeding into their hunger, fueling their greed and egos.

Just like that, Wanda’s face transforms into your mother’s disappointed frown, the same one she wore when you told her the news last year.

“Legacy.” A voice singsongs, “Cap would like to speak to you.”

“I can speak for myself.” Steve pushes off the wall. Anxiety scatters your thoughts, because you didn’t know he was there.

Steve can make his presence known if he wants, which has become very clear since you entered Arcadia Phi. And when he doesn’t, he can seamlessly blend in. You bitterly think about him having a choice. To be seen, to be heard, to be feared—all while you are the unseen, ignored and disregarded, and one who is fearful of people like him.

The most terrifying monsters trick you into believing they aren’t monsters at all. Playing on your trust, only to clamp their fangs in your neck when you least expect it, and yank you into their depths.

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Steve was one of those monsters, and you were positive he knew he was too.

“Are you sure? All you’ve done is stare at her like a piece of meat.” A dark-haired man speaks up, his sweater sleeves rolled up while the ring and bracelet glimmer against his pale skin.

“Actually, you two stand up.” Steve’s lips are pressed in a firm line. The girl next to you stands, her blond hair in a low ponytail and her green eyes narrowed. “You go upstairs to the first door on the left, and you,” Steve cocks his head, his gaze unabashedly dragging over your body and lingering on your breasts, “You’ll clean my room.”

The girl walks away with confidence, ignoring the alphas who praise the fit of her costume. With a straightened posture, you follow after her, facing forward with the wet sponge in your hand. Steve stands by the bottom of the stairs, emanating a force that both lures and repels you.

“What’s your name?” His hand falls to your waist like it’s been there a million times before, the warmth sinking through your clothes.

You tell him your name as you stop at the last door on the right. It’s strikingly different from the rest, as if it were painted with a fresh coat of white, it stood out among the busted, stained or cracked doors. Your reflection shines in the doorknob, distorted with visible unease over your features.

His arm brushes yours as he unlocks the door, the key slipping out before he dangles it in front of your face.

“I like my privacy. My brothers tend to just do whatever they want.”

The door slowly swings open, as silent as a breath of air. The walls are a dark blue, almost a rich navy and contrasting against the blinding white bedspread, the sheets wrinkled and half off of the mattress. There’s a desk in the corner cluttered with a shiny laptop, pens and textbooks, as messy as yours back at your dorm. The nightstands are mostly clean, apart from a small stack of books and a lamp on each.

There is an arrangement of paddles on the wall. Some are a plain light wood tone and one, in particular, is a design of red, white and blue, all of them display the same thing; Greek letters, the fraternity crest, along with ‘Big Bro Steve’ above the other name.

The wide window is open, a soft wind flows through, lightly rustling the curtains and the various posters taped on the walls—ranging from school promotions, and fraternity and football related. Nothing beyond that, not even a movie or a band which leads you to believe Steve was as one-dimensional as a sheet of paper—his life revolved around school, his fraternity and football.

Bland, but you had no protests because then he’d be easy to forget. Except, those nerves come rushing back again when you spot something on his four-poster bed. On the metal frame by the fluffy pillows are two pairs of handcuffs, unlocked and glaring at you straight in the face.

“Oops, forgot I left those there.”

The way he speaks makes you think he’s lying. Behind you, Steve dips down and takes a deep breath inches away from your head and growls lowly in his chest. Your toes curl in your shoes as your mind tells you to run far away and never come back, but Wanda’s hopefulness and your mother’s dismay root you into the floor of the house.

You needed a spot in Kappa Phi. Even if that meant risking being scented by an ill-famed alpha.

“Have you ever been handcuffed? I can imagine you have a hard time keeping your hands to yourself, you like being touched, and touching someone else.” He rasps, “But I have a feeling that you’re better at following rules than others. Putting on this little dress without any complaints, just a polite request to change in the bathroom.”

You clench your jaw when he tugs at the bow of the apron, “Can I just clean?”

You gasp and the water splashes and gets on your dress—it was a costume, made of cheap flimsy material that wouldn’t survive a gust of wind, and it definitely wouldn’t survive a strong alpha like Steve. He has the tie wrapped in his fist, the fabric digs into your front and pulls you into his chest, keeping you firmly against him.

“Did you leave your manners downstairs?” He doesn’t shout, his words are quiet and low and that only makes them more unsettling.

“N-No.” You despise the rapid beating of your heart, your natural instincts kicking in and nearly forcing you under his submission. “I’m sorry, can I please clean?” Your ass brushes over the firm bulge in his pants.

“Pretty, sweet and smart? Makes me wonder how an omega like you is still unmated.” He releases you and he reaches for your scent gland, but you quickly shuffle into his bedroom. Steve just chuckles, “Eager to please too—sounds to me that you’re picture-perfect material.”

“What should I clean first?” You avoid his gaze, finding great interest in the gentle ripples of the water in the bucket. You can’t let him that close again, and you shouldn’t have let him that close in the first place. If he touches your spot, you’d be another notch on his belt and another omega on the slut walk list—because yes, there was a list and it’s plastered in the living room.

It didn’t help that he smells so good, earthy and borderline spell-inducing. He makes you sick to your stomach and then that nausea erupts into flames of rage because he’s an asshole standing on a pedestal with his name etched in gold.

Steve made you feel so many things when you didn’t even know him. When he was just Howard College’s star player, and that hasn’t changed since you’re feet away from him. Those overwhelming and inconsistent feelings have appeared again. You don’t want him to make you feel anything. Except maybe forgotten, because then he’d leave you alone.

“How about you just get on your knees, omega?”

He doesn’t move, taking up more than half of the entryway as he gestures to the moderate mess of his bedroom. You shiver and obey, turning around and spotting a hamper with clothes hanging over the edge, some on the floor. You drop to your knees, gathering each item as his smell encapsulates your mind. You’re briefly reminded of your boring and plain bedroom, and how much better it would look with a nest.

On the walls of your brain are images of a warm and comforting bundle, varying in pillows and blankets, but most notably, there’s a heaping of fabrics that look awful like Steve’s clothes in your hands.

You start to feel sick again, and if only you could scrub your brain instead of the floorboards.

“Ain’t that a pretty view.” Steve crosses his arms, admiring the view of your upper thighs, “Don’t get any ideas, legacy.”

“What?” You toss the clothes into the basket and cover it. Standing once again, you straighten the bottles of cologne and other belongings on his dresser. It’s a little dusty, so you take the sponge from the bucket and wipe it down.

“You might want to snatch something of mine. Wouldn’t be the first time an omega tried to steal from me. I’ve been told I have an irresistible scent, I mean, it’s nothing like yours but could be a runner up.”

You try to focus on your tasks. Going from his nightstands to his closet, hanging up a few clothes that have fallen and organizing the shoes on the rack. You’re kneeling in the closet when one of his fraternity brothers pops up, you ignore them as best you can, sorting the different sneakers, boots and dress shoes.

A loud laugh startles you, making you drop a pair of sneakers.

“Oh, she’s jumpy?” You vaguely remember that voice, you’ve heard him in a few of your lectures.

“She’s cute, right? Like a little bunny.”

Your head snaps back as you glare at Steve. Every moment you spend in his presence makes you want to do something, to be more than a mere bystander, but to an extent because you didn’t want to make him too angry. You still wanted to—needed to join Kappa Phi.

It turns out your heated glare was barely anything, and all you get is a coy wink from the tall blond.

“Honey, are you okay down there?” The older alpha, Andy asks, faint dimples under his thick beard, “You don’t look like the kind to spend a lot of time on your knees.”

You abruptly stand, narrowed gaze set on the two burly men by the door. They have you caged in with a mocking gleam on their faces, daring you to say whatever your little fiery heart desires. Say it, tell them what assholes they are, how they deserve nothing they have—how their self-righteousness is just them making up for their lack of knot.

Fucking say it.

You can feel the frustration buzzing in your chest, but your throat and lips refuse to cooperate, forcing the rest of you to just bubble in silent fury. Opening your mouth would be digging your own grave, but the cold and wet dirt is better than Steve’s and any other alpha’s poisoned presence.

If only you were immune to whatever toxicity was streaming through their veins and draped in their words.

Silently defeated by yourself and their taunting expressions, you turn away and dust your dress, belittling yourself for retreating so quickly.

“Good choice, legacy.” Andy quips, “what else are you willing to do for a spot in Kappa?”

“If I tell you, will it happen?” You busy yourself with Steve’s desk. Organizing the pens and pencils into the mason jar, before moving onto the sheets of paper.

“Depends what it is.”

“I’m willing to redo that law essay you flunked on.” You face them again, and Andy has a surprised, but pleased smile on his face. Steve is the opposite, his eyebrows are furrowed while his lips are pressed in a firm line.

“Yeah? Do you want to tutor me too?”

Steve steps forward, inserting himself between you and the other alpha like a brick wall. “You can’t do a thorough job if you’re distracted. Do you want him to leave?”

You hold the papers to your chest, “Pardon?”

“Tell him, show me that you’re Kappa Phi material.” He smirks. “Tell him to leave us alone, omega.”

The sheets crinkle in your hands as you tense. Speaking back to alphas was only a fantasy, sure you’ve dreamt of kicking their teeth in, but you have never crossed that line.

Omega—he was reminding you of your designation, as if you could forget it. But you knew he only wanted to rub it in, to summon that dread and watch it bleed onto your features because omegas could never tell an alpha what to do and have the same impact of an alpha demanding an omega.

Your words would be nothing but white noise, as forgetful as an advertisement on the radio and no one would listen because no one had to. Not like omegas who bowed down at the first syllable of an alpha using their alpha voice or being subject to a great deal of pain.

You couldn’t tell an alpha what to do, not without looking like a fool, even if it was one as casual and collected as Andy.

“C’mon, I know there’s a little spice in all that sweetness. You’ve wanted to open your mouth since you walked in here, and now I’m permitting you to.” Steve comes closer until he stands a few inches from you, his stature towers over you like a mountain.

“G-Go away.”

Andy chuckles from the door, “What was that?”

Steve grabs your chin, “That’s not what I told you to say, darling.”

You can’t tell if the aching you feel is your pride or your loneliness thriving in the attention—you haven’t been the object of one's attention, alpha or beta, in a very long time.

“Leave us alone, Andy.” You’re frozen in the pools of blue surrounded by thick lashes. As if it weren’t enough for his body to be your wet dream, his face was a work of art. Chiselled cheekbones, strong jaw and a prominent nose. Clear skin sprinkled with freckles and beauty marks, and pink plump lips that stretched into a prince-like smile.

You hated to find him so attractive, but the world has never been on your side anyway.

The brunet pushes off the doorframe, “I guess I’ll check on the other girl in the bathroom. Be gentle with this one, Steve, she seems more delicate than your last toy.”

And, just like that, you’re flung back into reality. Steve is also a player, known for his various relations that never last more than a few weeks. He’s probably been with more than most think. Some are too ashamed for everyone to know that Steve Rogers had them, then dumped them like trash on the side of the road.

Typical Arcadia alphas, plucking people left and right then ditching them when they get bored or when a new spark catches their attention.

You don’t want to be that for Steve. You refuse to be the new object of his affection—because that’s how he’d treat you, something to show off until he doesn’t want you anymore.

Not to mention you just hated everything he stood for.

The easy life, the self-entitlement, privilege and downright mean attitude, selfishness and arrogance rolled into one.

You just need to keep a distance, keep reminding yourself why you’re here and that he’s just a bad man. A terrible man who shouldn’t even be touching you right now. You take a step back and distract yourself with his desk. Filing through the textbooks and setting them on the small shelf.

“I’ve seen you around campus. Do you have a dorm here?”

“I do.” You answer short. You’ve seen him riding his bike and revving the engine. Zooming down the campus streets with a leather or denim jacket. The supposed legend in the making, but right now, he was just the shadow looming over your shoulder, chilling to the bone.

Steve pulls out his desk chair and sits down, relaxing on the cushions and spreading his thighs. His foot knocks yours. “I haven’t had a dorm room, just tried for Arcadia and got in so I’ve lived here for about two years now.”

You just nod, gathering the small bunches of sticky notes and scattered paper clips.

“Those go in the drawer.” He runs a hand through his hair, a twinkle in his eyes.

You open the drawer and are welcomed with strips of condoms and tubes of lube. Your cheeks go hot as you drop the items in and slam it shut. “Those should be in your nightstand.”

“Oh, I have them there too. These are just backups.” Steve’s gaze rakes over you as his tongue pokes out to lick his lips. “You tried to get into Kappa last year.”

You’re doing this for Wanda and your mother, and you need to try even harder than you did last year. Maybe after this, your mother will finally return your calls, you can only hope that one day, she’ll recognize the wrongness in her actions. Pushing you away only because you didn’t get into her old sorority. Whether Kappa Phi didn’t accept you because of your designation or other reasons, it’s not fair of her to treat you this way.

“Unlike Arcadia, Kappa is quite easy to get into. They’ll accept anyone like every other frat or sorority on campus.” Steve rolls his eyes, “So, it makes me curious as to why you were denied, legacy.”

“Can you not call me that?” And you quickly add, “Please?”

“That’s what you are. Your mother was in Kappa Phi, and now you’re going to be in it too—maybe, I can still redact your pledge but I wouldn’t want to make momma-legacy upset. Does she know you’re trying again?”

“She would if she answered my calls.”

Steve is quiet for a few seconds before he nods slowly. You grab the sponge and try to move away, but he grabs your wrist, pulling you to stand between his legs. “What’d you do to not get in? Sleep with another girl's partner? Hook up with a professor for some extra credit?”

You scowl. “None of that.”

“My brothers and I have a theory that every omega is a whore until proven innocent.”

You stiffen as his other hand fiddles with the lace hem of your dress, slipping between the first layer to the second and finally to your skin. His fingers trail higher, and you clamp your thighs together, glazing at the open door as his grip on your wrist tightens. You want him to let go and stop, so you say the one thing that has been in your head, “You’re an asshole.”

The second those words leave your mouth, a fresh wave of relief combs over you, but then it freezes like water. The realization is icy cold, stilling in your veins and halting your breath.

“What was that?” He moves fast and stands, crowding you against the desk. The water drips down your elbow as you raise your arms and try to keep him at bay, but it’s useless. He presses against you, the water seeping into his shirt.

“An asshole—am I mean? Like your mother who’s ignoring you because you didn’t get into a sorority?” Steve asks, “I can be much worse than that, and I think you know that.”

He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he’s close enough that you can see every shade of blue and tint of green in his eyes. His lips are so pink and pillowy soft, you can’t help but lean into his touch like a magnetic force. “You’re looking at me like I’m going to hurt you.”

It’s instinctual and completely out of your control. The warmth he radiates, the raw power and just alpha compelling you. You realize you’ve been fighting him since you met him, and as vigorously as you resisted, he could turn you to mush with a flutter of his eyes.

He hums softly, drinking down your smell like a man starved. When his gaze meets yours again, the iris is a thin ring around the pupil. “And, I just might.” His white teeth gleam maliciously behind a simper.

You snap out of whatever fleeting spell he had you under and inch backwards, willing yourself to stay silent. He steps forward, his thigh slipping between yours and pinning you against the desk.

“I won’t hurt a pretty omega like you unless you give me a reason to.” His Brooklyn twang rings in your ears, drilling the threat into your brain. “So, don’t give me one.”

You nod wordlessly, gripping the sponge so tightly that all the water was gone, and probably on Steve’s shirt and your dress. You can’t move to check because he keeps you in place, provoking you to make a wrong move.

And, unknowingly, you did and Steve sighs in disappointment, you find yourself searching your mind for the cause of it—before a round of cheers grab your attention. Your face slips from Steve’s hold before he grips you again, this time with your chin between his knuckles, lightly pinching you. “Speak, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes, Steve.”

“Good girl.” His touch trails across your jaw, then down your neck. “This is cute.” He notes, touching the silver chain around your neck, all the way to the small circle with the stamped letter. He tuts when you don’t speak. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Thank you, Steve.” You gulp, practically sitting on his desk with his thigh snug between yours. The bottom of your dress is dangerously close to exposing your panties.

“Who’s H?”

“My friend.”

He flips the metal charm, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the engraving. “Your friend.”

“My best friend.” You squirm as his other hand lands on your hip, gently squeezing, “We grew up together but he goes to Harvard.”

“Childhood friends… Isn’t that adorable?” Steve beams, “You’re sentimental, then?” He twirls the necklace around his finger as the chain digs into your neck.

With every swirl of his digit, he brings you another inch closer as his breath fans over your cheeks. “I-I guess.”

He’s quiet for a few moments, his watchful gaze locked on your face, observing every minuscule twitch. “Would you wear my name?”

“What?”

“Would you wear my name right here,” he lightly pulls at the chain, “or would you rather wear my mark,” it almost happens in slow motion. With your arms uselessly sandwiched between your bodies, his touch trails to your scent gland, applying pressure, “right here. Where everyone can see.”

His smell increases tenfold, forming a cloud around you and soaking into your brain. The smoky and woody scent is calming and awakening at the same time. This is exactly what you didn’t want to happen, but your defences are fluttering to the ground with every millisecond as he scents you—without your consent. It triggers some of your basic instincts, the innate desire to be claimed by another, to be submissive and at their beck and call.

With the chain in his grasp and a gentle touch of his fingers, he cracks the walls you’ve built to keep yourself safe and secure, to keep yourself separate from your designation and your predestined fate.

You attempt to collect yourself and through uneven breaths, you push him away. Steve doesn’t budge, he only grabs your thigh and hikes it on his waist, forcing you on the desk as your dress flips up. His dark gaze lands on your cotton panties and he growls appreciatively, nostrils flaring.

Your heart beats against your chest, loud enough to rattle your brain. “Please, don’t.” You whisper. “I can’t—I don’t...”

“You don’t?” He rubs your spot in slow circles, “If you don’t want me, then why are you getting wet?” He emphasizes his words by snapping the band of your panties against your skin, drawing closer to your warm centre.

“Because you’re—” You whine, resolve melting away with every delicate motion of his fingers, you slump under his touch.

Weak, you feel so weak yet desired. It’s a cruel curse of euphoria and you hate yourself for it, although it’s completely out of your control.

“You want me, sweetheart. I can see it on your face, I can smell you soaking your panties. I bet if I listen hard enough, I can hear your whiney thoughts begging for me.” Steve’s voice is smooth and deep, “But, all I can hear is your heart racing because you’re excited. Have you ever been touched like this?” His hand brushes over your panties and cups your mound.

“It’s not that.”

Steve’s hold tightens on your necklace as his long and thick fingers start rubbing over the cotton fabric, your wetness unmistakably seeping through. “Then what, omega?”

You don’t answer. You can’t answer, not while all of your pent-up frustration comes rushing in. The look in his eyes is hard to pinpoint whether he’s remorseless, fully intrigued or downright enjoying toying with you.

Your lips quiver as tears pool in your eyes. You hate him, and you hate how good he’s making you feel with just a few fingers. You whimper as he tugs your panties to the side, sliding between your slick folds.

“Is it fear?” His tone is light and taunting, “Because that’s even better than excitement and, it looks especially lovely on you, legacy.”

As he releases your necklace, and his warmth on your scent gland leaves too. You’re flooded with ease and without his support, you sag into the shelf on the desk, the textbooks fall and the mason jar of pens tips over, clattering to the ground as the glass rolls away.

Steve tears the front of your dress, the cheap seams giving away under his strength. Your nipples meet the cool air, pebbled and immediately pinched by the alpha standing between your legs. He growls, massaging your tits as his other hand returns to your nub.

“You haven’t been touched in a while. I can tell.” His tone is so wickedly gentle, it’s a sharp contrast to his character. “Look at you, going dumb for me already, getting my desk wet.” He rasps, “C’mon, push me away.”

Your hands land on his forearms as your last line of defence falls.

His eyes lock on yours, his pink lips part in low breaths. “Do it. Tell me you don’t want me.”

Your fingertips press into his skin when he pulls away from your cunt, his big hands land on your inner thighs. A strained whine escapes your throat, a silent plea for more.

“Or, tell me you want me, baby. Cry for me—let me know how bad you want my touch, my fingers in your pretty pussy, my knot in your fuckhole.” Steve massages your flesh, inching closer to your core but never directly touching there, “I want to hear you say it, omega.”

His words are another blow to your pride. You surrender to his undeniable authority, giving in to him because Steve was right, you haven’t been touched in a long time, and everyone was a victim to his command—that didn’t exclude you.

Do you want him?

Do you even have a choice?

“Let me hear you, sweet girl. Give me what I want, don’t you want to make me proud?”

Maybe you did and that’s why he was asking.

You consider it, which might have been your first mistake. After all the rumours you’ve heard, most of them have been proven to be true, you shouldn’t trust him or want to make him proud. Why should his commendation matter when he’s nothing but another alpha with a sense of superiority?

Because he isn’t just another alpha—he’s Steve Rogers.

And he wants you.

You should have stayed far away from him and Arcadia Phi, regardless of your best friend’s and mother’s wishes. But you didn’t, and now look at you, sprawled on his desk with his bedroom door open, scantily clad in a torn maid costume with your most sensitive spot exposed. Your scent gland is still buzzing with his touch, craving more.

Despite your hateful feelings, you want more, you want him. There’s no denying that at this moment.

That’s when the first tear falls down your cheek, leaving a shiny trail in its wake.

“Please touch me, Steve. I-I want you.” You hiccup, reaching for his hands to bring one to your face, the other to your pussy. Your knees hook around his waist, “Want you so bad, alpha.”

His blue eyes twinkle, the corner of his lips quirk up, “That’s my omega.”

You would have never expected your day to end up like this. Willingly giving in to his advances, but maybe that was why you even considered it.

Steve knows the truth. You believed you had a choice when he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. He thrives off your sweet little heart having faith in yourself, it’s adorable. And, he can’t wait to corrupt you.

“Please, Steve.” Your legs fall open, neck craning to watch his skilled fingers trace your hole, barely dipping it before rubbing your clit again. You’re aching for him and anything he can give you.

Your slick drips out and Steve’s mouth waters, he’s seconds away from dropping to his knees and devouring you whole. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? I saw you at orientation—you seemed so lost but eager.” He cups your face, leaning down until his nose brushes yours and finally, one of his fingers pushes in, pressing to his knuckle before drawing out. “You didn’t even fucking look at me.”

You whine, scrambling for his broad shoulders and falling deeper into that blissful headspace.

“As if I wasn’t even there.” He slides in with two fingers, sissoring you open. He pumps in deep, curling his digits to reach your special spot as his thumb lands on your clit, “Now look at you, baby, dripping on my desk, your cunt sucking me in. Bet you’re hungry for a knot, huh?” There’s a softness in his eyes and his touch on your cheek. His warmth sinks to your bones, burning an imprint in the shape of him.

Steve speeds up and adds more power. His bicep flexes with every thrust, working you open as your juices drip down his hand, marking him with your scent. He looms over you, huge and intimidating, making you a compliant mess. His groan rumbles his chest as he pulls out to slap your pussy, the wet noises make your cheeks heat up. “Nearly forced Kappa Phi to take you in but my ex was the president at the time.”

He captures your lips in his, slipping his tongue in your mouth as his palm falls to the side of your neck. Your jaw falls slack as he rubs your gland and penetrates three thick fingers into your tight hole at the same time. Steve growls, biting on your bottom lip before kissing you sloppily. He tastes like mint and he’s demanding and rough, while you’re needy and docile, a perfect match.

You turn away as he picks up pace, spreading his long fingers along your inner walls. Moans flow out of your body and into the open air, shameless and absolute music to Steve’s ears. He stretches you open as the shelf digs into your back, his expert touch bringing you to the edge fast. Heat builds in your belly and even in the thin dress, you feel the sweat on your skin. He spanks your clit, feeding off your mewls along with the lewd sopping noises coming from your core. Your cream has formed a mess under your ass as it’s forced out of your poor hole, dripping down to your rosebud.

“That’s it, you going to come for me, sweet girl? This cunt was made for taking cock, for taking mine—you want my knot, omega? Since you’re this wet from my hand, I bet you’re a stupid mess when you’re in heat. You hear that?” He slaps your cunt in quick succession, “You’re dripping for me, you want me to stretch you open, fuck you until you can’t even think.” He grunts, teeth clenched as your thighs threaten to shut, he prys them apart and swats your clit harder, still pounding you with his fingers. “You’d take my cock if I just asked, huh? You’d let me fill your little cunt, breed you like a dumb slut. I bet you fucking love this.”

You cover your face as you squeal, the back of your head thumping against the wall as you convulse. Your slick pours out, soaking his skin and dripping down his wrist. His pumps don’t stutter or even slow down, he keeps up the intensity and you’ve officially lost your mind. You fist his t-shirt in your other hand, either trying to escape or pull him closer, you don’t even know.

“So fucking tight, you don’t even want me to stop, huh?” He yanks you close by the back of your neck, he spits into your open mouth. “That’s why you squirted all over me, fucking cock hungry whore.” He kisses you although you barely respond, too fucked out and dazed. When he pulls away, he messily traces through your folds, smearing your juices around as he releases your lips with a pop.

The blue in his eyes is hardly visible, but that could just be your watery vision. He brings his hand to your face, spreading his digits as your cream webs between them. “You want a taste, baby?”

You let him slip two fingers into your mouth, pressing to the knuckles and forcing you to clean him. He groans as you gag slightly, tears welling in your eyes as he fucks your mouth just like your cunt. When he deems you’ve had enough, he sucks his ring finger, eyes fluttering shut at your taste. He’s filthy with it, putting on a show, letting you know just how he’d treat your precious pussy with his tongue.

“Tastes even better than I thought.” Steve sighs, and runs his fingers along the bottom half of your face, your wetness mixed with both of your saliva dries on your skin. “Now, if you did that last year during pledge week, you would’ve gotten into Kappa without a doubt.”

You’ve barely managed to catch your breath, still riding on that wave that’s made you question your entire college career. “I-I don’t need your help.”

Steve laughs, easily picking you up and sitting in the chair. Even in his lap, he’s bigger than you. “You just need me. And with that, you’re going to get my help anyway.” He grips your hips as your tingling cunt meets his jeans.

“Wait—” You gasp, “It’s too much, I can’t—”

“You can,” He kisses down your cheek to your jaw, he sucks at the spot right by your scent gland. “And, you will. Make me even prouder, omega. Rub yourself on me, make a mess on my pants. Claim me just like I’ll claim you.” Then, his teeth drag over your spot, immediately making you pliant in his hold and to his voice. “Be a good girl for daddy.”

You tie your arms around his shoulders, wasting no time in grinding against the giant bulge. The denim is rough against your sensitive petals, but it feels so good, it feels better than your pillow at your dorm and with every swirl of your hips, Steve groans freely against your neck.

He tears the back of your skimpy dress and the fabric falls down your body. It hangs from your waist and the skirt flutters with every rock of your hips. Your cunt is tortured by his jeans, your clit rubbed raw and begging for a break, but you can’t give yourself one. Not until Steve wants you to because, despite your best efforts, you’ve fallen victim to his cruel charm and your darkest fantasies.

Steve sucks on your spot, teasing you with nips between his dirty words. You can’t even hear him anymore, your body hums with passion and want. An instinctual desire to obey his every command and be his good girl, you want to claim him—own him like he owns you.

Perhaps the stereotypes about omegas were always right, and you’ve been in denial. Or, Steve is just intoxicating with a magnetic force that draws you in. He’s awoken a longing inside you, one that you didn’t even know existed.

“They said you were one of the smartest omegas on campus, but it doesn’t seem like that now.” Steve grabs your throat with one hand, guiding you over his clothed cock with the other. “I turned you into my little omega, my dumb slut. I can feel your pussy throbbing for me, oh, my pussy—because this tight fuckhole was made for me.” He tightens his hold and licks from your jaw to your cheek. “Aw, are you crying for me? Giving daddy those pretty tears, it’s like you never want me to let you go.”

You struggle against him, hiccuping another pathetic moan as he thrusts upwards, meeting your grinds.

Steve knows you aren’t incapable, not like the rest of the dull and drab students of Howard College. You had a fight in you, albeit timid and frail, it was there and he can only imagine what other fire hides within your soul. He read the hatred and spite on your face like an open book, you weren’t as secretive as you thought and he assumed you’d be trouble. But no, you stayed quiet and obedient until he lured you out.

You had potential, you had shown that with your early resistance and how you treated Andy—fucking Andy, this morning he asked if you could clean his room, but Steve had already made his intentions clear. You were his for the day, and the next, until he was done with you. Which wasn’t anywhere in the near future.

Watching you now, teary eyes rolled in the back of your head and listening to your mewls echo through the room, he hopes Andy and the rest of his frat brothers were listening. Then, they’d know that Steve wasn’t letting you go, they could try, they could beg and fight, and he’d just tease you in front of their noses. Playing with people was fun, and with you in his corner, he’d never lose.

“Fuck, keep going.” Steve hisses, the veins in his neck tense as his head falls back. His fingertips dig into your ass, groping the flesh, “That’s it, you’re doing so good, baby.”

“Daddy, ah please, daddy.”

“What do you need, omega?” Steve pants, flipping up the stubborn skirt to watch your puffy cunt grind against his bulge. The denim is dark under you and he has the perfect view of your spread folds and swollen clit rubbing along his jeans, your sweet slick seeping through his jeans to his skin, he can feel you.

“F-Fuck me, please—I want it, want it.” You repeat, nails dragging down his shirt, your poor hole weeping for him.

He smirks, “My little girl wants my cock? Want me to stretch your tight pussy, fuck you until you don’t have any tears left, pump you full of my cum and fucking breed you?” He spanks you, making you jerk and squeak, “You want to be my omega?”

You nod shakily and reach down, weakly attempting to unbutton his pants but he swats you away. With his feet planted firmly on the ground, he takes control and moves you roughly over his dick. You let out a high-pitched squeal, knees pressing into the cushion of the seat as you try to right yourself, but it’s feeble against his strength.

“You want my cock so bad that you’ll just pull it out without my permission?” Steve’s stomach tightens as the tears trail down your cheeks, slipping into the corners of your parted mouth. “Thought you’d know better now.”

You grab onto his wrists, piercing his skin with your nails, “I-It’s too much!” Your cry.

“It’s not enough.” He grabs your throat, not tight enough to restrict airflow but firm enough to let you know he can, and it only makes you greedier. You try to meet his grinds but you’re just bouncing on his lap.

“D-Daddy, I can’t.”

“You can.” He insists, getting closer to the edge. He imagines your tight hole clenched around his cock as he stuffs his knot into you. “You can, and you will.”

You weep, “...can’t.”

Steve has always loved a little challenge and he knows you’re an omega who hoped for more, who craved for more—and it was ultimately intriguing. To tame the feisty attitude bubbling inside of you, the same flicker he sees when he speaks again. “You can’t come.”

Your eyes shoot open, a torn and angry expression on your face, “But—”

“Shush now, baby.” He groans, cheeks flushed red as his whole body tenses, and he never stops moving you over him. “I said make a mess, I didn’t say you could come. Tell me you want to be mine.”

“Daddy, please—” You whimper, the tightness in your belly becoming too much.

Steve swats your ass harshly, “fucking say it.”

Your cunt throbs between your thighs, the denim has rubbed you raw, “I-I want to be yours, daddy.”

Steve groans gutturally, his back arches as his eyes flutter shut. Throaty praises ring in your ears, his hold is so tight that they’ll be bruises tomorrow. His muscles flex, his abs, biceps and thick thighs under you, and you can feel his cock swell up under your core. His knot is going to waste and you whine.

Steve's hair falls against his forehead as he looks at you, blue eyes full of bliss and perhaps even devotion—he’s beautiful and evil.

You sniffle quietly, feeling his warm cum seeping through the denim. “You’re so mean…”

Steve’s chest heaves, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Thought we already established that, baby?”

The open air is exactly what you need as you limp down the path with your clothes in your arms, some girls can’t help but stare at you. In envy or pity, they watch your uneven steps. They’re all still wearing their costumes, the evening breeze isn’t kind to their exposed skin. You stand out like a sore thumb, clad in Steve’s t-shirt and his sweatpants. Your poor folds gaining a bit of much-needed relief.

Some of the other pledges are talking—you know it’s about you despite how quiet they try to be.

They know, everyone in the house knew what happened in Steve’s bedroom. And some of the other girls were either jealous or sorrowful. You were unsure about your own feelings too, since you’re still teetering on the edge of that omega headspace because Steve couldn’t stop touching your gland.

In particular, the Arcadia alphas were as shameless as ever. They clapped and cheered when you wobbled down the stairs with Steve on your tail.

“Legacy deserves a gold star for that performance.”

“I’m going to knock your teeth in if you don’t shut up, Bryce.” Steve spits as he pulls you to the kitchen, grabbing a cold water bottle from the fridge.

Bucky whistles lowly, “And thus, the innate need to be an asshole after getting with an omega. Don’t you all wish there were more omega pledges, fellas?”

Steve ignores him in favour of gathering snacks from the cabinets and shelves. And, for the rest of the day, you sit on his lap in his clothes, watching the other pledges sweat and scrub at the whole house.

He relaxes on the couch, one of his hands never leaving your body as he speaks to his brothers, petting and tending to you like a doll, “Perhaps little legacy is Kappa Phi material, huh, baby?”

You don’t look back once, forcing yourself to stare ahead as Wanda asks how you’re feeling, among other things. You’ll tell her when you’re at your dorm and far away from Arcadia Phi.

Steve watches from the front door of the frat house, his arms crossed as the breeze brushes his bare skin, the band of his sweatpants hanging dangerously low. Behind him, his frat brothers are discussing names of the pledges, yours pops up more than a few times and is followed by a lewd comment.

“Our sister sorority, too. You’re freakier than I thought, punk.” Bucky steps beside him, a little apron in his hands.

“I wonder if I should tell our parents about his risqué behaviour.” Another voice says as an arm swings around Steve’s shoulder, “What do you think, little brother? Will mom and dad return you?”

Steve shrugs off Ransom, glaring at him. “I’m older than you, dipshit, and that’s not how adoption works.”

“Blah, blah, blah. All I’m hearing is the sound of an overdue glorified housepet.” He teases while the blond just scoffs.

They’ve been this way since they met, their relationship was strong from the beginning but that didn’t lessen any of the bickering or fights that every other sibling has. The only difference was their resilience yet they had odd similarities in terms of behaviour and attitude. Both being headstrong and fearless alphas. It was a wonder how they had lasted this long while constantly sharing a circle of friends.

“Although, I must acknowledge your exquisite taste because that sweet girl,” Ransom points down the street, “is on every alpha and beta—probably some wild omegas too—radar.”

“Surprised she hasn’t been claimed yet.” Curtis speaks up, “actually, I’m shocked a lot of omegas here haven’t been mated.”

“Some of us have standards and most of those omegas have been strung through every bed on campus.” Ransom replies, grinning at his brother, “I admire our parallel preferences, Stevie, think I can take a go at legacy?”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, it seems that testosterone is still sky-high. I’ll ask you when you’ve had time to wind down, try out the hot tub, huh?” The brunet leaves with a wink and a slap on Steve’s shoulder, waltzing into the house and joining the discussion with the rest of the brothers.

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news, Mr. fuck-em-and-leave-em, but she doesn’t even like us,” Bucky laughs, “Much less you.”

“Not yet.” He licks his lips as your group disappears around a corner. The empty air still carries a thread of your scent, or maybe that’s just your soaked panties crumbled in his pocket.

He was already one of the gods of Howard College and he's going to be yours too.

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: well here it is ! the first part of captain's legacy and the first dark fic I've ever posted. mean!Steve just does something to me, and I have a feeling he'll be like that for a while. this is a dark fic, so we'll see how much fluff is in the future. the ending was supposed to be longer but I think it fits better in the next part and like my other series, this has no update schedule.

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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