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owliellder · 8 months

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Two's A Crowd

College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.

Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing

Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags to be Added

Author's Note: Yay!! New multi-chapter fic in honor of 800 followers!!

I'm a sucker for tropes and mean Leon is one I can't keep out of my head. If you're not good at math then this is the fic for you! (also don't mind me slipping some Sky lore in here...)

Cross-posted onto AO3

Chapter 1

Growing up, college had always been a big dream of yours, leaving you fantasizing day in and out about all the possibilities that would open up, along with actually getting to live through the renowned “college experience”.

In reality, college was a lot harder than you were expecting. Your parents had told you to jump right into it after high school, fearing taking a gap year would ruin your good streak. The stress was starting to get to you and it was only a semester into your freshman year. All the tests, projects, and general studying really wore down on your mental health, not to mention you were failing the one math class you had.

You couldn’t tell your parents, no, they’d probably have a heart attack, especially since that math class was a prerequisite to another class that you needed to take. They were already worried enough that you hadn’t picked a major yet, so who knows how they’d take the news that you were failing right off the bat.

It was hard enough that you were feeling homesick. This was the first time you’d ever been this far away from home, studying at a university when you would’ve been perfectly content going to a community college closer to home. Your roommate was nice, but the two of you weren’t growing any closer than mere acquaintances, so it always felt awkward to just exist in your own dorm room.

Your eating habits worsened with the lack of any real food within five miles of campus. Sure there were a couple fast food chains on the campus itself, but they closed incredibly early. By the time you finished studying, which was around six in the evening, it had already closed. Not to mention that when they were open, the lines were comically long. University food was out of the question after you got violently ill from their “chicken nuggets”, so you were left with the little money your parents provided once a week to order takeout or make quick trips to the store to buy a frozen meal. Only one, since the mini fridge in your dorm was almost always occupied by your roommates stuff.

Everything was so exhausting and you were way out of your comfort zone having to use the community bathrooms for all your hygienic routines. Walking in always made you feel like you were interrupting a meeting in the president’s oval office with how many nasty looks you were given when all you were trying to do was brush your teeth.

The first thing you saw whenever you opened up Canvas was a massive F staring you down from the little box that comprised the majority of your math assignments and tests, making you feel less than worthless. This one semester alone helped you understand why so many people dropped out, this was hard.

By now you’d already gone to your math professor multiple times asking for redos or extra credit work. He was probably sick of seeing you since you showed up after almost every single assignment’s grades were submitted.

“Heeeyyy, Mr. Lebovic..” You said after knocking your knuckle against his open door to grab his attention. “Listen, about that last quiz, I-”

He cut you off with a wave of his hand before gesturing towards one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk. You hurried to sit down, watching nervously as he slowly pulled his eyes off his computer and onto you. “I get it, you don’t need to explain yourself.” His relaxed tone and faint smile was enough to ease your nerves a bit, letting your shoulders slump with a sigh. “You’ve been trying really hard, I can easily recognize that.”

You nodded eagerly, licking your dry lips as you opened your mouth to speak, only to be cut off again. “I’ve been looking into studying options that might help you. Resources are scarce for this material, but I think I finally have a tutor to help you out.”

A wave of relief washed over you at the mention of tutor. Maybe you wouldn’t have to face the wrath of your parent’s disappointment after all! “Oh.. o-okay…” you stuttered, eyebrows furrowing as you silently beckoned him to continue.

“I teach another math class, it’s higher level, but I have a student in there that’s just taken up tutoring the material you’re learning.” Your professor seemed just as happy as you were about the opportunity. “His name is Leon Kennedy, he’s got one of the study rooms in the library from three to five in the afternoon on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.”

It took you a second to process everything Mr. Lebovic was telling you before you scrambled to pull out a sticky note and a pen to write all the information down on. You heard the older man chuckle softly, looking over at him when he held out a small piece of paper to you. “I wrote it down already for you, don’t worry.” You wished you could’ve thanked him tenfold, but his office hours were closed for the day now, so you said a quick goodbye and hurried back to your dorm, holding onto the piece of paper like a lifeline.

Contrary to what your math professor thinks, you knew the name “Leon Kennedy”. You had a couple friends that you hung out with occasionally out in the grass in front of the science building and they’d brought him up before. The few vague bits of info that you’d heard weren’t flattering, painting this Leon in quite a bad light; the stereotypical jock in a frat flying by on a full-ride scholarship. However, he was your saving grace now and you needed to develop more of an unbiased opinion of him if he was going to help you raise your grade from an F.

“Yeesh, sorry I’m not better at math or I would’ve helped you.” One of your friends, Sky, spoke up as they read the piece of paper your professor gave you yesterday from over your shoulder. “Even if you were better at math, I still wouldn’t trust you.” Ella, your other friend, laughed out.

“Ha ha, yeah, Sky failed math four times. Big whoop.” Sky waved their hands dramatically before walking over to sit down next to Ella in the dead grass. “Seriously though, you’re better off taking a failing grade and dealing with your parents. Kennedy is the devil incarnate.”

“The devil incarnate sounds easier to put up with than my parents, so I’ll take my chances..” You grumbled, taking a seat on a medium-sized rock close to the pair. “Maybe he’s turning a new leaf? Deciding to tutor?”

Sky crossed her arms and rolled her eyes which made Ella elbow them in the side before giving you a sympathetic smile. “Maybe so, but please just be careful. I don’t want you having to put up with some jackass that has an ego bigger than Texas.”

You nodded with a slight frown, moving your foot side to side lazily to push the grass blades around. You didn’t even think to consider the repercussions of studying with some random junior. “I’m sure it’ll be alright. Besides, just tell Sky and I if he’s giving you any trouble. I know damn well no man likes to put up with two women yelling in his face.” Sky nodded and pointed to Ella for added dramatics. “Yeah, and I bite. My top six teeth are porcelain so that shit hurts. Trust me.”

Your friends never failed to make you laugh, a slight resolve in a pool full of worries, you suppose. “Don’t worry, you guys’ll be the first to know if Leon is mean.”

“Good. Now, when’re you gonna go see the guy?” Sky rested their arms on their knees before looking up at you. “Uh.. in a couple hours I guess. I already made the appointment.” Your response seemed to surprise both of your friends, giving them a confused look in response to their shocked ones. “Is that.. Is that not a good time?”

“No no, just.. I thought you would’ve maybe taken a little longer to go and see him.” Ella shrugged, reaching a hand up to scratch behind their neck. “Proud of you, taking the initiative like that.” She then looked at her phone before pulling herself off the ground with a small groan. “I got class in a couple minutes. Good luck with the frat boy.”

She patted your shoulder as she walked off towards the larger building on campus, leaving you and Sky alone for the rest of the time. Part of you wished both of your friends could walk you to the library when the time came, but having Sky was enough. “So.. Leon’s bad bad?” You needed a bit more clarification on the guy you were going to spend one-on-one time with, something to calm you down after running through countless scenarios in your head.

“He’s not all bad, 'least I don't think. I’ve exchanged a few ‘hello’s’ and ‘excuse me’s’ with him here and there since we apparently frequent the same building.” Sky scooted over to the rock you were sitting on, placing the back of their head on your legs. A couple brown leaves blew over from a nearby tree which they grabbed and crunched with their hand. “I haven’t personally experienced any bad happenings around him, but he is part of a pretty notoriously rowdy frat, so you have to promise me that you’ll only study with him on campus and never go to that frat house or any frat house in general, alright?”

Sky pointed up at you, poking the underside of your chin which made you laugh again and swat their hand away. “As much as I rave about wanting to have the stereotypical college experience, going to a frat house was never part of my daydreaming.”

“Good. Keep it that way.” They switched their fingers to give you a quick thumbs up before letting their arm flop down into their lap, eyes closing with a sigh. “Anyways, besides all that, wanna go get some food? I don’t have another class today and you’ve got about an hour and a half to spare, so actually you have no choice. Get up.”

You stood up with a shake of your head once Sky pushed off of your legs who stood up as well with a small stretch. “Don’t burn me at the stake, but I kinda want grocery store sushi. I’m feeling lucky.”

“Please don’t.” You sighed, pocketing the piece of paper before beginning to follow behind Sky as they started to walk across the grass.

After the two of you shared a sandwich from some random shop not too far off campus, Sky walked with you up to the library, stopping just before the front desk. They agreed to not wander in with you under the condition that you’ll go to their dorm straight after to discuss details.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. Most of what you heard about this guy meant he was bad news, though you really didn’t have much of a choice when it came to seeing him. Like your math professor said, there weren’t a lot of options when it came to studying the material you were learning. Sure you had the internet and other students in the class, but you preferred the idea of a tutor since you’d already exhausted yourself trying to follow along with various youtube videos. You needed the in-person teaching, it just stuck better in your head that way.

Slowly starting to walk, you made your way over to the study rooms lining the back of the library. The rooms seemed pretty private with the only window being on the door, which had glass nearly top to bottom. Thankfully the rooms were numbered and Leon had texted you which room to go to when you made the appointment with him, you had no idea what he looked like and you didn’t want to look like a creep eyeballing people through the door until you hopefully found the right person.

Standing off to the side, you could see the number you were looking for sitting above the door, taking a brief moment to collect yourself and hype yourself up to talk to someone who didn’t have the greatest reputation. Set aside everything you’ve heard and just hope for the best..

You took in a deep breath as you strode over to the door, glancing inside through the window before knocking to let him know you were there. The table was angled off more to the left so you didn’t immediately see him until he leaned over the table to see who had knocked. Confidence left you as soon as you made eye contact with Leon due to the groan you could hear through the door. It took you a couple seconds, but you eventually managed to get your body to work with you, hand turning the handle to let yourself in.

“-the last thing I need..” You caught the end of his little rant to himself as you opened the door. The saying “fake it ‘till you make it” is harder than it sounds since your entire body decided to betray you, deciding that shrinking in was the best move. Quietly, you shuffled over to sit across from him at the table, placing your backpack in your lap in some weird way to provide comfort in this situation.

“You weren’t supposed to show up.” Leon grumbled, sitting far back in the tilted chair as his feet lifted the front end of the chair slightly. His arms were crossed and he was giving you probably the nastiest look you’ve ever seen, next to your parents, of course. All you did was sit there giving him a blank stare. It was obvious what he’d said, yet the sheer forwardness of that snide comment had you more than confused. “What?-”

“You weren’t supposed to show up.” Apparently he felt the need to repeat himself with some added bite, barely letting you get a word in. “No one ever shows up to these shitty tutor- whatever the fucks.”

Wow. Okay. “Uh..” You didn’t even know what to say to that. It completely caught you off guard. You’d run through countless ways this interaction would go in your head, but this wasn’t one of those ways. The two of you sat in a very tense silence with Leon just glaring at you from across the table, continuing to rock back and forth in the chair.

Without uncrossing his arms, Leon lifted a hand and waved it around slightly while shaking his head. “Are you actually still gonna sit here orrr…?” The sound of his voice finally snapped you out of shock, causing you to shoot your gaze down to your backpack, fumbling with its partially broken zipper. “I-.. Mr. Lebovic recommended you..?”

You pulled out a few of your failed assignments from your bag before setting them down on the table with shaky hands, keeping your eyes glued to the papers to avoid that burning stare the man in front of you has. “I need-.. I need help..?”

“Do you?” Leon let the chair fall forward, his sarcastic tone starting to make your whole body tremble. “You don’t sound like you do.” He snatched one of your assignments from the table and held it up, pursing his lips as he studied the various red marks made on it closely. You chose to not respond to that, letting your hands rest on top of your backpack so you had something to squeeze.

He turned the page around, the sound of the paper wobbling the only thing you could hear right after the sound of the central heat blowing through the vent in the room. Suddenly, Leon started chuckling to himself, shaking his head incredulously as he flipped the paper back and forth a couple times before letting it fall back to the table. “This is terrible!” His laugh grew louder as he tilted his body to the side to pull out his phone, taking a picture of the assignments you’d put on the table.

How on earth were you supposed to react to that other than just sitting quietly? He was actually making fun of you right to your face. Hell, he might as well point and laugh if he’s going to be this brasen.

The most you could muster up was a quiet yet high-pitched “... huh?” in response to him. This whole ordeal was spiraling a little too fast for you to keep up with. You were expecting to put up with some grown man with a bratty attitude or even just a very uninterested, not all there jock with how Leon’s been described to you, not blatant bullying.

“Huh?” He mocked, taking one last look at his phone while loudly sucking on his teeth before pocketing it again. “Anyways, this is actually sad. How are you managing to fuck simple math up like this?” He roughly grabbed all the papers on the table and stacked them before partially tossing them back at you, some slipping onto the floor. “You’re too far gone, even I can’t fix that.”

You let out a gasp when the papers were tossed at your face, scrambling to catch some of them. Pushing the chair back, you leaned over to grab the few that fell on the floor, desperately holding back tears. “Please, you don’t understand.” You pleaded, voice cracking as you tried your best not to start crying in front of him. “I-I need to pass this class. I’m passing everything else, I just can’t keep up with this one!” You were speed-talking to try and argue your case, sitting back up with the small pile of papers that you struggled to stack properly.

Leon started rocking back in his chair again, arms back across his chest as he watched you with squinted eyes. The corners of his lips soon turned up into a smirk, taking in your sorry state before rolling his eyes with a dramatic groan. “Alright, alright, stop whining, jesus..” He cleared his throat, letting his head fall over the back of the chair. “I’ll help you only because I feel bad for you.” It’s not like he was going to admit that he was being forced to be a tutor, no one needs leverage over him like that

You couldn’t help but give a small smile despite his implication. It was a start. “And I’m not gonna do it today, either.” Well, the sooner the better, but still, it’s a start.

He then stood up from the chair, fixing his jacket with a sigh. “If you show up even a minute late on Friday, I’m not helping” and before you even had a chance to reply, he walked out of the room, the door shutting with a slam which made you flinch. Luckily, you were a very punctual person when it came to this kind of stuff. This was important, so if you had to show up early, so be it. You hurriedly shoved your assignments back into your backpack, not even fully zipping it up before rushing out of the study room, back through the library, and to the dorms.

“He said that?!” Sky yelled, quickly wiping their hand over their mouth to quiet themself once you shushed them. “I don’t really feel comfortable with you going to another ‘study session’ with that guy if he’s just gonna bully you.”

“I wouldn’t call it bullying-”

“He was bullying you.”

“OKAY! So what if he was?!” You fell back onto Sky’s bed with a sigh, arms splayed out with your legs dangling off the side. “I can handle it. As long as I get my grade up, who cares?”

Sky sat down next to you on their bed, giving you a sad look as you sat yourself up with your elbows. “I care. So does Ella. You shouldn’t put up with that just for a grade. I’m sure if you explain to your professor and-”

“And what? Tell him that I’m a grown woman getting bullied over something I should know by now?” You sat yourself up fully now, leaning forward to place your elbows on your thighs as your head rested in your hands. “It’s only until finals are over and we’re already halfway through October. Maybe I won’t even need that much time, maybe I’m just missing one simple… math move and it’ll get the gears in my brain moving again.”

You tilted your head to the side to look at Sky, head now resting only in your right hand as you took in their annoyed look. “Trust me. I can handle this.”

“If you say so.” They ran their fingers through her hair before looking away from you, directing their attention forward to stare off at nothing. “Just remember that I bite and I’m not afraid to use my fake chompers on that no good-”

“I don’t wanna think about escalations right now, but thank you.” You chuckled, playfully nudging Sky with your free hand before moving it back to hold your head up with the other. Though you were trying to convince Sky on this, you were mostly just trying to convince yourself that you could handle this. Handle Leon and his.. alluring charm..

Only until finals, maybe even sooner.

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oracle-of-dream · 1 month

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Submissive and huh?

Minors DNI

Summary: Your friend Taerae recently learned a new term and wants your thoughts. Explaining it might help him understand properly, but do you have the strength to tell him.

Warnings: Male Reader, Idol Taerae, Student Reader, Lewd faces/Ahegao, Mention of arousal and breeding

Wordcount: 1.2k

Math classes had been kicking your ass all semester and tutoring from the professor wasn't working out. You'd ended up being assigned a study partner. The program was meant for students struggling with the class to help each other. That's how you met Taerae.

He didn't originally introduce himself as an idol, especially since it was an online class. No one had seen his face. But when you met up with him for the first time to study together, you instantly recognized him from TV. You hit it off over a shared hate for math and spent more time together outside class.

He'd complain about his idol life issues and you'd give him any notes from class he'd missed.

You'd just gotten home from a late-night study session at the library. As if it knew, your phone lit up with a text as you sat on your bed.

TR: Yo! Y/N, I met some fans while out with the members today!

YN: Cool. Don't you meet fans wherever you go?

TR: Well these stuck out!

YN: How?

TR: Well, I noticed them, a bunch of guys, giggling in the convenience store and pointing at me and Hao while we were shopping. I didn't want to embarrass them so I just played it cool and ignored them. But then they came up to me!

YN: Okay, some brave fans? That's it?

TR: Just wait a sec!

TR: They came to me and told me they were fans. But more specifically, MY fans! Of course, I was happy to hear, but they were foreigners because they used a term I didn’t know.

YN: What term?

TR: Submissive and Breedable?

TR: I know what submissive means, they mean I'm not an aggressive person. That's not entirely true, but I'm submissive at times.

You looked at your phone, blinking a few times. Some "fans" dared to say that!?

TR: I can't find anything when I look it up, it's probably slang, right?

Maybe telling him that his fans want to breed him wasn't the best thing to tell your friend. He was just too wholesome for that.

YN: Yeah, it is, but it's not something cool. No one says it really, it's not the trend anymore.

TR: Really? I know trends, I'm not old, but I haven’t heard of that.

YN: See? There's no reason to worry, just fans being weird.

TR: Well, the photo they wanted was also...off.

YN: Off how?

TR: They wanted me to stick my tongue out and look up at the camera, which was super high above me. To be honest–it felt a little embarrassing to pose like that.

You shook your head trying not to imagine his cute self making lewd faces for a group of boys, but it was hard. And so were you.

YN: You should be more careful, they could use photos like that weirdly.

TR: What do you mean?

YN: Let's drop it. Subject change, what are you doing now?

TR: I'm getting ready for bed, I just got under the covers.

You looked at the clock, midnight was on its face.

YN: Oh shit, I didn't even realize. You should sleep!

TR: No, no, I'm pretty awake. Plus, it's nice talking to you. Did you want to video call while you get ready for bed?

You’d done it before, talking on video call into the night, but it was always a little like Taerae just wanted to see you.

YN: Sure, I'll call you.

You pressed the video call button on your phone. It showed your reflection as you waited, automatically you straightened your hair a little and kicked some stuff on the floor out of frame.

Taerae answered the phone with a smile, the camera close to his face.

You laughed as you set your phone on your desk, "Well hello to you too, why so close?"

"No reason, I just want to see you closely."

"Well, I can see you so closely I can count your pores," You scoffed as you went into your closet to find pajamas for the night.

"Is it weird I'm holding it so close?"

"A little, but it's no big deal. If you don't wanna show yourself then why'd you wanna video call?"

Taerae didn't answer.

"Are you still thinking about what those guys said?"

He shuffled in bed, "Mmhm."

"I promise it's nothing bad."

"Then why don't you just tell me?"

You sighed, "Okay, fine, I'll spill."

Taerae's eyes peered curiously at the camera as he waited for you to come out of your closet. You settled on wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and shorts. You returned to find Taerae's eyes filled with impatience.

You swallowed awkwardly, "You already know what the submissive part means, but the other part..."

"Breedable," Taerae reminded you.

"Yeah–It means," You struggled to find a good way to break it to him with that look in his eyes. So full of trust and purity. "It means, they wanna do it with you."

Taerae's expression dropped into surprise, "Oh, that's it? I read about that kind of stuff of fans wanting me to have sex with them. That's not so bad."

"Well, breedable means, specifically where you'd be the one getting fucked. Likely by a man. Who wants to... finish in you."

You couldn't bring yourself to look at the screen to see his expression. He'd fallen silent, thinking of a response. It felt like ten minutes passed until he broke the silence.

Taerae's voice was deep and serious, "Y/n."

"Yeah?"

"Look at the screen." You looked at the screen to see Taerae in bed, holding the camera above him to show off his shirtless torso that was mostly covered by the bed sheet except for his collarbone and neck. "Am I breedable right now?"

You felt warm in your face as you answered, "Yeah, I-I guess."

"Submissive, too?"

"Sure," You said as you looked down at your hands.

"Yes or no! Sure isn't good enough, and look at me!"

You complied, looking at him. He smiled before making a face; his eyes looking up at the camera as he stuck out his tongue and held up a peace sign with his other hand.

"Jesus, Taerae!" You looked away quickly. Your heart was in your ears, pounding as the image of sweet Taerae's lewd face was plastered behind your eyelids.

He laughed loudly. "I am, aren't I? Submissive and breedable. I take it as a compliment, they like me that much! To be honest, you look all shy... You look a little submissive too."

You moved your phone so he couldn't see you anymore.

"I was kidding! Don't hide from me!" Taerae's muffled voice shouted from the speaker of your phone.

After you calmed down, you turned your phone back over to see him still there. Still shirtless, and holding his phone at the same seductive angle.

"You're so weird!" You yelled at Taerae, who just giggled.

"And you still like me anyway. Even with all my breedable energy."

"I'm going to hang up–"

"What!? We gotta see you do the pose too, what if you're more breedable than me, we should test how–"

You cut him off as you pressed the red dial button. You turned your phone off before he could call you again. You lay in bed, alone in the dark, thinking about Taerae's face.

And in the privacy of your home, you test if you can also feel submissive and breedable, making Taerae's new iconic look. A secret he'll never know about... As if you didn't already have a big secret.

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bordysbae · 11 months

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1. "you're my tutor? absolutely not." with OP please!!!

“it’s a date”

owen power x reader

🦋 BORDYSBAE’S 500 CELLY

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math. the subject that you hate, and apparently also hates you just as much. the C- that’s sitting in the grade book is haunting you. so, you do the best thing possible. and that’s ask your professor if he’s aware of any math tutors. he sends you the number of one of his students, but forgets to tell you just exactly who the person is.

as you walk into the library, that’s where you see the douchebag hockey player, owen power. you’ve spoken to him a few times, but never have they been very pleasant conversations. he stole your nice pen from you, he’s always begging you for a piece of paper, and he’s also almost always chuckling with his friend in class. owen and his friend sit a couple rows behind you, and they’re such a bother. sure, you can move seats easily, but you mentally claimed that one at the start of the semester. you also refuse to give him the pleasure of seeing you move seats.

“you’re my tutor? absolutely not,” you scoff and turn on your heel, but suddenly a large hand finds it’s way upon your shoulder. you turn around, and see owen towering over you. his brown eyes are looking down at you through the glass lenses resting upon his nasal bridge.

“woah, what was that all about?” owen chuckles slightly.

“no offense, owen, but you’re not really my favorite person. i don’t really want you to see how bad i am at math and laugh in my face with your idiot friends, so i’m just gonna find someone else to tutor me. thanks though,” you falsely smile. you turn around again, leaving owen utterly shocked.

“y/n hold on!” he shouts, immediately realizing he’s in the library after he does so. you turn around and look up at the boy once again.

“yes owen?” you groan.

“just give me a chance please? i hardly even know you, so let me prove to you i’m not this douchebag you think i am,” he smiles hopefully.

you realize what’s on the line here, and agree. you’re only doing this because your grade needs to rise, and definitely not because you have a soft spot for boys with glasses.

you sit across from him at the table, and tell him about the assignments you need help with. before you even realize it, an hour passes by, and owen’s actually a really good tutor. you’re actually starting to understand, so you both decide to take a break for a few minutes. you look up from your scratch paper, and that’s when you see owen already looking at you. “still think i’m such a douche?” he teasingly asks.

you roll your eyes, “no. but you better not go report back to your friends how dumb i am then go and hold it against me,” you say pointing a finger at him.

he lets out a laugh, “i won’t don’t worry. but you’re not even dumb, y/n. you’re learning so quickly i’m impressed. i don’t even think we need a second session, but i wouldn’t mind one,” he shyly says while fidgeting with his fingers.

your eyes widen, “w-what? did you just- ask me out?” you stutter, very taken back by his words.

“um yeah, is that okay? you can say no, it’s just that i’ve thought you were really cute for awhile now,” he nervously smiles.

“of course i’ll go out with you owen. and i’m sorry for assuming you were some asshole hockey player,” you chuckle.

“well how about on saturday i pick you up and we get coffee? maybe then i can return your pen that i stole, and prove i’m not the stereotypical hockey guy,” he cheesily grins.

you gasp at his words, “you still have that pen?! and you remembered?!”

“i was actually planning on giving it back to you the next time we had class, but i totally forgot. it’s been sitting on my desk ever since,” he says with a bashful blush on his cheeks.

“well then, i guess you’ll have to give me it on saturday. it’s a date.”

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snakevsnis · 7 months

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Professor Pantalone x College Student gn Reader

You have worked so hard for this exam yet you failed it once again, no matter how hard you worked and how many tutorials you watched, you still fail your math exams. You don’t get it, at the beginning you did just fine and then your grades in math started to go down and when you think you finally understand the theme and even manage to solve the questions, you still fail the tests. Not wanting to fail your math class, you decided to ask your math teacher, professor pantalone, for help, after all your professor is always willing to help students who want to improve themselves.

It was just a question of time when you would show up in front of pantalones Office, looking all nervous and embarrassed, like a little puppy. Pantalone had to hold back his grin when he saw you, after all he had already expected you. When you started to rant about how you didn’t know how you kept on failing your exams, pantalone had to bite his cheek and cover his mouth with his hand to not start laughing. You looked so pathetic, so helpless and desperate and how nice of your professor to sacrifice some of his free time to help you.

“I understand your problem and I gladly would help you, after all you are an hard working stundet but…” pantalones voice becomes more silent at the end making your happy expression turn once against nervous. “But what…?” You asks nervously. A small smile, that seems to try and comfort you but in reality is just hiding the mocking smirk behind it, slips onto pantalones lips. “This semester is nearly over, there’s no change you will manage to get enough good grades not to fail this class.” Pantalone felt almost sorry when he saw the way you froze and your eyes widen in shock and slight horror at the realization. For a while it’s completely silent in his office until your voice breaks it “Is-Is there really no way I can fix my grades? Really none? I- I do anything, just please help me, Professor.” And with that pantalone knew that his plan worked and he had you right where he wanted you.

“Ah~” a satisfied groan escapes pantalone as he leans back in his chair, his eyes closed and one hand resting on top of the head under him. “Just like that my dear…” pantalone softly moans, his grip on your hair becoming a bit tighter, urging you closer. You let out a few choking sounds when his dick is pressed even further down your throat, hands pressing against pantalones thighs for some support. Pantalone couldn’t hold back the amused chuckle at your pathetic state, you look so small in front of him, on your knees with your pretty lips around his cock, sucking him off. “Good, good, don’t stop my dear student…” pantalone groans as he urges you to speed up your movements. “Oh fuck… you’re so good at this. Taking my cock so nicely. Shit… im gonna-“ when you glance up at him with those glassy, pleading eyes he couldn’t hold back any longer and came into your mouth with a loud moan. His cum filling your mouth and throat, with a small ‘pop’ he pulls his dick back out of your mouth and ruffles your hair. “Be good for me and swallow.” Pantalone says with a big grin, you need that A so who were you to deny him? After hesitating a bit you eventually swallow his release, the salty taste and the slimy consistence making you cough to which pantalone only laughs again. “Alright we are done… for today. I will make sure to change that D to an A but it will still take a lot of work to pass this class. For now, you’re dismissed.” Quickly you grab you stuff and make your way to the door, right before you were about to open the door, pantalones voice fills the office once again, making you stop. “I expect you here tomorrow, same time.” Pantalone watches as you quickly nod your head, fix your hair a bit and leave his office. The corner of the Professors mouth tug up into a smirk. He knew it’s wrong but oh my, how charming you are. It’s just to hard to resist you and… it’s not like you have to know that he let’s you fail his class on purpose.

#pantalone #gender neutral reader #professor x #college #genshin impact #school au #fatui harbingers #genshin impact fatui #regrator #smut #blowjov

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long-life-to-bsd · 11 months

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Exam season

Pairings: kunikida, dazai, ranpo, nikolai × reader

Tw: mentions of having to do an exam🥲, slightly suggestive, Dazai

Unfortunately I'm writing this to cope with the fact that tomorrow I start a very bad exam session... Yeah, let's go

KUNIKIDA

He was a math teacher and that would be very helpful because he would be super serious about you doing good on this exam.

He asks you to repeat everything out loud to him and prepares tests to help you.

He would be very strict (because he knows from his experience what his best for a student). But the second he realised he had been to harsh with you he would immediately apologise.

Lots of compliments and kisses every time you do something good

He will make sure you follow an healthy routine during exam season: prepares you healthy meal and snacks, makes sure you get at least seven hours of sleep (mostly because he loves sleeping with you)

Helps you dealing with stress and anxiety

Would also be very gentle and caring and would make the day before and after the exam just about you.

He would be so so so proud of you (and happy that you are a cultured woman)

Thanks to his help you would never fail. He would start preparing you months before. But absolutely no cheating.

Going to give you the a very nice reward😏

DAZAI

Slightly annoyed by the fact you cannot give him all the attention he wants.

But he likes the fact that at least one in the relationship has a better education (truly concerned about bsd characters education, like... basic human rights where?)

Would randomly close your book or interrupt you for a kiss

Or would say something "Why don't we continue in bed? Every time you are right I will make sure you'll fell soooo good!" ""Sure Dazai, like you know the difference between-every topic you want-?"

Makes sure you are not to stressed or tense: he gives you the best massages ever.

Great support the day of the exam: like, he would be outside waiting for you with giant posters and other members of the agency.

Would not help you actually studying. Absolutely not.

Does not know a thing about the topic you've being studying

Finds you sexy between all those books and paper and would let you know.

He makes sure the professor knows he better not let you fail.

RANPO

He would always make sure you have a sweet snack while studying.

Would be silently keep you company while he eats them.

He gets bored easily but if you want to repeat everything to him he will listen.

Doesn't find what you are studying interesting, but honestly do you?

Would immediately understand when you are to stress and help you with that.

Very supportive and proud of you. Moreover he loves seeing you studying like that because you look smart and loves to be in a power couple: you to could easily destroy anyone just by looking at them.

Lots of hugs

Would suggest you to use sweets as rewards to study more. Even though he would prefer another kind of reward.

If you fail (which is not going to happen) he'll ruin the professor reputation telling his darkest secrets.

NIKOLAI

(Don't ask me way, I just thought he could be nice, I would want him during my exam season🙃)

"Dove, don't worry, if you fail you can always work with me!? You don't need to study Russian literature to be a terrorist!!"

Would randomly close your books and guess what, it's quiz time

Would actually prepare little quizzes just for you exam even though he really doesn't understand why you do that (really why are we doing this)

He your answer is incorrect well, you just choose death. Everywhere you go you would find the right answer written on a sticky note. He would wake you up in your sleep and asks you that.

Special rewards (and punishments). Would use the exam as an excuse for this. Like you have time

You could never fail this exam. He made sure of it, he personally threatened the professor and their entire family just for you. How sweet.

#bsd #bsd headcanons #kunikida #bsd kunikida #kunikida headcanons #kunikida x reader #dazai #bsd dazai #dazai × reader #dazai headcanons #ranpo × reader #bsd ranpo #ranpo #ranpo headcanons #nikolai headcanons #bsd nikolaj #bsd nikolai gogol #nikolaj gogol × reader

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slipping-through-my-fingertips · 5 months

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Tis the Damn Season

Klaine Advent 2023

Day 1: Plead

Ao3

Blaine was in serious trouble. His Intro to Tap class ran long; he really should’ve dropped that class at the beginning of the semester because it always runs long. Truly he should’ve known better than to schedule his very important meeting with his advisor for ten minutes after tap. Though had his professor not kept them over class time Blaine would’ve made it to the other side of campus by now.

When he first started school at NYADA, Blaine walked slowly. Taking in the campus greens, enjoying the shade of the trees during those warm summer afternoons. It was rare to find gorgeous greenery in New York City aside from Central Park. This campus felt a little like home. Not that Blaine missed Ohio too much but he did miss his friends.

Orientation week was supposed to help freshmen make friends but his assigned group didn’t seem to understand that. Then Blaine was hopeful he’d make some friends during his first week of classes.

Intro to Tap moved too quickly for friends. From the moment you stepped into class, you were on the move. Blaine spent that hour and then some out of breath.

Philosophy just made his brain hurt. The fact that he even had to take a math class sent chills down his spine but Blaine kept trying to make friends with his math tutor but nothing yet. His last hope had been Improvisation 101.

Improv was in his favor. He made his first friend in New York. They were assigned partners on their first project together.

“I’m Tina Cohen-Chang,” she said, “and I don’t intend on failing my first assignment here so you better be willing to pull your weight.”

“Blaine Anderson and I don’t plan to fail either.”

She had smiled then, “good.”

They had gotten the highest grade in class and from then on always saved the other a seat.

Tina was texting him now asking how Tap had gone. It was almost finals week—man had this semester flown by—and Blaine was trying his best to make dean’s list. He needed an A in Intro to Tap.

He was pleading with the universe for just one thing to go right— like his advisor not being too mad at him for being ten minutes late and not to comment on the coffee stain on his pants—which, of course, is exactly when he crashed into someone rushing in the opposite direction.

Blaine was texting Tina back while rushing to make this meeting.

Tina: did you kick ass in Tap or what?

Blaine: more like tap kicked my ass

Tina: boo, Blainey. Step up your game

Blaine: I trie

He never got to finish his text to Tina. His phone tumbled out of his hands, papers went flying, and Blaine was flat on his ass. The sidewalk was freezing.

The sun blinded him when he looked up to see if the person he had just trampled was alright. Blaine used a hand as a visor and the other student came into focus.

“Are you okay?” He was asking. “Hey…”

“Yeah, I think so,” Blaine said.

“I’m really sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going…”

“No, no, really it’s my fault. I swear in the new year I’ll stop texting and walking.”

The other student laughed. “It’s a good resolution.”

Blaine stood up and dusted himself off.

“Oh, let me help you.”

He gathered up some papers and handed them over.

“A band?”

“Yeah, I’m trying to start one.”

“I’m Blaine by the way.”

“Kurt.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“This yours?” Kurt asked, holding up his phone.

“Yes,” Blaine chucked.

That’s when he remembered the time. He was sure to be 15 minutes late by now.

“I’d love to stay and chat more but I’m already late to this meeting.”

“No worries, nice running into you.”

Blaine smiled, “yeah it was.”

He started to rush off again but Blaine spun around and yelled, “hey Kurt! Starting a band is a good resolution too.”

That made the other boy smile wide. Blaine vowed to make him smile like that again.

#December Klaine Challenge 2023 #plead #prompt: plead #klaine advent 2023 #klaine fanfic

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raynedayys2 · 16 days

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Okay sooo Leighton Murray yap session incoming.

Rambling About How Much I Like Her

For starters, I love Leighton. I love her a little bit too much, but she's so silly & I think she deserves her own ramble post.

I really love the growth she went through over the show. She started off as this really nasty rich girl, and now she's a rich girl who knows & understands that she's privileged.

But I also love the little random scenes of her being a good friend & a good person, especially since she at the beginning she acted like she didn't like the girls. For example, her sneaking Kimberly her credit card so Kimberly's mom wouldn't have to pay for dinner. Or the way she did Kimberly's hormone injections, drove her to the procedure, and took care of her for a bit.

I also love that she's not just 2D, and her interests aren't just stereotypical for someone like her. Yes, she likes shopping & rich girl stuff, but she's also into math. (Which I think is cute, especially how she tries to deny it all the time) And her personality still shines through regardless, like making the professor make a big deal out of her being the highest scorer on that test.

Leighton & Alicia

I feel like these two dorks were a cute couple, but I don't know how I feel about them getting back together. Alicia claims to be this big ally of other queer people & she runs the women's center, but she constantly tried to make Leighton come out. Mind you, Leighton has only started exploring WLW relationships in college. She's known that she's liked girls for a while (she admits this when she's in the doctor's office with Kimberly & she says she was scared she was going to come out to her parents after her wisdom teeth removal) but she never "acted" on it until college.

Leighton has always been perceived as a cishet white rich girl. And one of her biggest fears is that coming out was going to other her & being queer was going to be her only personality trait (to others) instead of Alicia comforting her she basically says either come out or break with me.

I completely understand Alicia's concern about being closeted again, but that was no reason for her to treat Leighton like that after she knew she was Leighton's first real relationship. It blows my mind that Kimberly was a better ally to Leighton & she's not even queer. It was Alicia's right to break up with her, but bare minimum, she could've guided Leighton through this & gave her advice. Or she could've explained that being queer didn't have to be her whole personality & Leighton was still a 3D person despite her sexuality. (But I digress)

Leighton & Tatum

I feel like they were a less toxic couple & Leighton's little crush on her was extremely cute. Like the way she specifically went out of her way to play tennis to try to impress her. And I really like how Tatum treated the whole "coming out situation". She reassured Leighton that they could take it slow & validated her feelings. (Which is what Alicia should've done)

I also like that they chose that as an opportunity to show Leighton's growth. She finally stands up for what she thinks is right, and stands by her friends. I think it could've been a good time to have Tatum grow as a person along side Leighton, but they put her back with Alicia so whatever.

Leighton's Flaws

Leighton is like every other character & real person, she has flaws. She has done stupid stuff, but I feel like that doesn't take away from how much she's changed.

Like the first episode, where she berates her old "friends". Obviously, it was her fault they didn't want to room with her, it could've been nice to have her realize that she was the problem in that situation. Or reflect on it later in the season if she ever randomly bumped into them.

They also could've had a moment where she realized money can't fix everything. (Beside the community center thing, because she literally got a girlfriend out of that) Like she gets into trouble, or she tries to help somebody else get out of trouble & they sit her down & tell her that money can't fix everything in the world.

And the way she handled the disease situation sucked. Yes, whoever gave it to her didn't tell her, but she didn't have to do the same to another innocent girl. She definitely should've taken that girl aside, had an open conversation, and still paid for the meds.

#text post #infodump #ramble #rant #tslocg #the sex lives of college girls #leighton murray #lgbtq #wlw #Renee Rapp

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youraverageaemondsimp · 3 months

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michael gavey x bipoc reader headcanon. an academic rivals to lovers story. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰inspired by this: https://www.tiktok.com/@radmartin_/video/7328829549234441515

the two of them met in the maths class. michael is a natural born genius. reader worked incredibly hard to be there. nevertheless, she could go toe to toe with him in maths. she fulfils every expectation of her typical ethnic group, which was being good at maths.

rivalry got a bit intense. sometimes, the professor had to break them up.

michael gavey ended up bringing some crunchy bars to reader. reader initially rejected it because she was irritated at him and wanted to be left alone. somehow, michael felt rejected and didn't understand why.

michael to reader after a test: "i got 98%! what did you get?"

reader: "i got 100%".

michael: "o-o-okay. that's fine".

reader: "no, no, no. you got 98% because that's all you can get. i got 100% because that's all there is to get".

entire class on the sick burn: aWWWWwWwWwWwWw!

michael one day: "we need partners for this math project and you're working with me".

reader, insert eye roll: "why? is it because you need my intelligence to help you get a good grade?"

michael: "uh, no! it's because everyone else is stupid!"

michael: "so, how's physics?"

reader, looking confused: "you're not in my section! how did you know my schedule?"

michael, runs away, blushing.

michael began to notice what she wore. she wore a modernised traditional clothing of a scholar from her culture. she looked every bit like the scholar she wanted to be.

michael, blushing from head to toe: "you look...nice".

learned that her ethnic name actually means smart or scholar.

michael then began to join on her religious celebrations, complimenting her traditional clothing and the flowers that she wove into her hair.

michael tried to impress her with his knowledge about her religion, only to have him fumbling around to his nervousness. not because she is pretty or anything, much to reader's amusement.

they were then asked if they were a couple.

michael and reader vehemently denied it, both of them blushing.

but, of course, all of the aunties in her temple only encouraged them even more.

michael then joined her for her country's version of valentine's day. she looked beautiful. like a fairy with her ethereal robes, hair and makeup done. the two of them enjoyed their snacks.

the two of them enjoyed her country's snacks. reader now needs to keep an eye that he doesn't over indulge in other things other than a crunchy bar now.

movie nights where she now has to bring those candies that michael loves now.

she also brings out those desserts that michael fell incredibly hard for. luckily, she could make one. michael ended up gorging the entire thing, much to reader's amusement and delight.

chatting deeply into the night where they discuss the scholarly history of their respective countries.

michael learned that reader went to saltburn and was very upset.

"you shouldn't go there because they are filled with loooooosers!"

"dude! i have to make connections for future references!"

"and also, we have that group project! we can do that by the lake! and bring those snacks as well!"

"are you asking me out on a date?"

"uh-no!"

"you know, for a genius, you are incredibly stupid when it comes to stuff like this. yes, michael. i would love to go out with you," before kissing him on the cheek.

HE'S SO AWKWARD LMFAODOWOD 😭😭😭 thankfully reader is there to catch his little signs 😳

Imagine how smart their kid would if they had one 💀 like minimum IQ 180 at birth/j HASHAH

#asks #; mae answers

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atlas-affogato · 9 months

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Hi! Firstly, I want to say that I really like your fanfics and headcanons. I mean, they're so profound and detailed, and your writing style is just awesome

I sent you an ask some time ago but I had some problems with Tumblr and it didn't reach you😩 btw the ghost who liked your posts, which you once made a post about, is me (I hope I don't sound like a creep)

So, I'd like to share some hcs of mine, too:

1. I see Ratso as a person who, despite looking childish outside, can be pretty serious. I imagine him wearing glasses while reading (I also think that he likes reading hard and scientific stuff). He looks like a university professor with the glasses on sitting in the armchair with a huge book about theoretical physics

2. He also may resemble a professor or a teacher sometimes. He likes helping enforcers' nephews with school assignments and homework, but he tends to explain things and wait for the boys to solve everything by themselves like a real teacher.

3. Chow definitely wore glasses when he was young. He was told to wear them by doctors when he was about 8 - 10 years old and it made him really upset. At first Chow even refused to wear them but he couldn't see anything from the blackboard at school and distinguish people around him. He didn't like glasses as he looked like a nerd with them on. Chow also got bullied for being puny and weak — so he started working out, but it didn't really help, unfortunately.

4. Finn and Ratso are extroverts while Chow is introverted. It took him some time to make their acquaintance and then become friends. Chow doesn't really communicate with other people from the Dark Hand while Finn knows everyone there. He likes small talks. Ratso is keen on chatting as well, but he's a bit shy so sometimes he feels awkward among new people. He just has an experience of people being rude towards him as they think he's acting like a child

5. It's totally not in canon, but I think Chow might have a tattoo on his upper arm. He got a tattoo right after finishing school to look cooler and have an "independent and giving no shit guy" vibe. Also he was a little bit into punk style back then, so he pierced an ear, maybe even two (I hc this not because I love punk guys, absolutely...)

Hi!! Oh my god thank you so much you have no idea what that means to me that you read and enjoy my fics 😭😭😭 thank you so so much

Yeah I only now got that other ask, which I can answer if you would still be interested! Are those numbers for the same list I answered with Finn? I can go digging for that post. Its nice to meet you little ghost 👻😉 (and you don't sound like a creep)

1. Yes yes yes 1000% agree. Ratso can be childish at heart but he's definitely capable of serious discussions, I see him as someone who enjoys the simple things in life and doesn't want to be embarrassed about liking cartoons or action figures. I think he's a total optomist, thinks the best of people and the world. And he definitely will sit and read complicated science and math books and theories and magazines and try to explain them to Finn and Chow, with little success

2. Oh yeah he's the guy to go to to get help with school work, he'll sit with his nieces and nephews and explain everything, spend hours with them to make sure they understand everything

3. Oh 1000% yeah Chow definitely got bullied for looking like a nerd and being a scrawny kid definitely did not help. He probably stated martial arts in high school with the hopes that it would help him with the bullying, which it did not, but it all worked out in the end right? 😅

4. Oh yeah, Finn is such an extrovert and Ratso definitely likes talking with and meeting new people but he can get tired of being around people too much. Chow is a total introvert, has no friends besides Finn and Ratso, and that's the way he likes it. I think Chow could go either way of either being a home body, or going out to clubs/bars pretty regularly. Anywhere where he doesn't have to make small talk. Ratso's definitely had people give him weird looks for being happy or excited about literally anything so he can be a bit more reserved about his hobbies and interests

5. Lmao I accept this headcanon 😆 he so would, wouldn't he? He would totally do that (I definitely don't want to draw him in 2000s emo get up, no definitely not)

Thank you so so much for the ask, I LOVE talking about Enforcer headcanons, I never stop thinking about them. But seriously, I can't thank you enough for reading my fics, it means so much to me that you think they're good 😭😭😭

#thanks for the ask :3 #asks #my asks #jca enforcers headcanons #jca enforcers #jca #jca finn #jca chow #jca ratso #jackie chan adventures #jackie chan adventures enforcers

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 1 year

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Hi hi there, here's my info for the match-up exchange! This is from @shxtodxroki btw, I'm just sending this on anon because that account isn't my main! Could I get a match-up for a MHA character and a Haikyuu character pls? :)

Name: Bee

Age: 17/Almost 18 (Literally a week away)

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual! (So I'm okay being matched up with characters of any gender!)

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

MBTI: INFJ

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Personality: I used to be really shy because of my anxiety, but I've gotten a lot better over the years! Even though I'm introverted I do enjoy talking to people and spending time with them. I'm just not good at being the person to initiate conversations and I do need some alone time to myself through the day, or I can get overwhelmed. I can be pretty emotional, I worry quite a bit and I tend to cry a lot lol (whether I'm watching a movie, or I'm really happy, or I'm really stressed, I'll probably end up crying lol) I joke with my friends but I can be kinda dense so I don't always get jokes or like, subtle hints that aren't explicitly said lol. I'm definitely a people-pleaser and will avoid conflict and making people mad if at all possible, and I can be insecure but usually I don't really like to talk about it unless I'm really close with someone! I consider myself pretty empathetic and I always try to include people and help out others when I can see someone struggling :)

Likes: Listening to music (kpop, Taylor Swift, Fall Out Boy, musicals, kind of a mix lol) playing the cello, reading and writing, horror movies/mystery movies, anime, painting, playing Mario Kart, teaveling, animals! I also tend to generally just like making/creating things

Dislikes: Bugs, disappointing people, being ignored/interrupted, math/science lol, people being rude for no reason, phone calls unless I'm really comfortable with someone

Appearance: I'm 5'7" (or 170cm I think) and I have kinda pale green eyes, and I dye my hair bright pink! It goes to a bit below my shoulders, and usually it's straight but occasionally it ends up pretty wavy if I don't dry it right lol. My body is kinda pear-shaped I guess, and I like wearing all kinds of styles! Usually I prefer dressing more like, pastel and cutesy lol, but sometimes I try other stuff out too!

Extra Stuff: I'm going to college in the fall and planning on majoring in English, and I hope to become an English professor one day! I like being able to teach/help other people, and usually I'm pretty patient and able to understand what people need and how to best help them. I tend to be pretty stressed a lot of the time, though, I have pretty bad anxiety and I'm working to control it, but I struggle sometimes. I'm definitely a bit of a perfectionist and have a hard time turning in or showing others anything less than perfect, but I'm getting better! I also tend to have a lot of food sensitivities, I'll try new things but I struggle with a lot of things especially texture-wise!

Sorry if this was a bit long, I'm new at this lol and pls let me know if you need anything else, but thank you again and I hope you have a nice day/night! :]

Hi Bee! Happy birthday! I hope being 18 is heaps of fun! Also, another English major! I hope you enjoy it as much as I am! I also hope you like your matchups!

In My Hero Acaedmia, I match you with...

I feel like Shinsou would be a good match for you!

He's also pretty quiet but also very supportive. If you want to chat with him or go out and chat with other people, he's happy to be with you to provide support.

Shinsou also struggles with anxiety a fair bit. You can't go your whole life being told you have a villain's quirk without that having an affect on you.

He'll share his tips and tricks on how to deal with anxiety with you. If you need his support, he's there for you.

Deals with any bugs. He's not super fond of them himself but he'll get rid of them if you ask him to.

Also doesn't like phone calls. Please don't ask him to answer any strange calls you get. He's hitting answer and immediately hanging up.

Shinsou enjoys playing Mario Kart and watching anime with you. He needs some downtime from hero training and that's the best way to relax in his mind!

In Haikyuu, I match you with...

Suga is the most supportive person in your life. You're going to college to study English? You've totally got this! You want to hopefully become a teacher? So does he! You two can study together!

Suga is a mom friend so he's always got your best interests at heart. He wants to make sure you feel supported whenever you're feeling anxious. He'll also help out with your food sensitivities.

He also tries to help you with your perfectionism. If he can help you learn to accept your flaws even a little bit he'll take that as a win!

He would definitely appreciate it if you could help him control the Karasuno team. He may be the team mum but he could use a hand every now and then.

Suga won't seek out video games but he's more than happy to play them with you. He's also happy to sit down and watch anime with you. He's a fan of classic shows like Sailor Moon and One Piece.

Just an all round supportive partner who will always have your health and happiness at the front of his mind.

#writing #fanfic #matchup matchup request #request #my hero academia #hitoshi shinsou #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #koshi sugawara

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 2 years

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I know this question isn’t related to any stories on your blog but do you have any study tips? Recently I’ve really had to buckle down and study but some of the information just won’t stick in my brain. All throughout school I’ve luckily never had to study because I was just someone who picked up on things rather quickly but now that is really coming back to bite me in the ass. I’m currently taking a course online and they provide videos but the instructor’s voice is really monotone and I notice myself zoning out more easily than I usually do. They also include a lot information that can be considered “fluff” so I’m not sure how to decide what is important for me to know and what is considered “fluff”. Only taking notes on what my teachers had on their PowerPoints also came back to bite me in the ass. 😭😭

I’ve been following your blog for awhile now and noticed that you take mini hiatuses to focus on your studies and am wondering how you do so especially considering the difficult classes that you take and have to keep up with year round.

Any tips are greatly appreciated 💕

Hi, love! Yeah I’m happy to help! Studying can be a pain so I get it. Just for context tho, I’m a STEM student so a lot of my studying skills are geared towards Science/Math based classes, but I’m sure these tips can be applied universally. Anyway, onto the tips!

Pomodoro Technique - Online classes are such a pain too, it’s easy to get distracted! That’s where this comes in. 20 minute study intervals with 2 minute breaks in between, and after two hours have elapsed a 30 minute break. This especially helped me with online lectures as I couldn’t just sit still and watch an hour and a half lecture every time, and this works for general studying too! As you get more proficient in this method, feel free to extend the study interval in increments of 5. And if it’s too hard, feel free to decrease it to 15 instead of twenty.

Active Recall Techniques - Flash cards, flash cards, and more flash cards. I think I killed a couple of trees in my last quarter alone (it’s okay I use ecosia LMAO). See, it’s nice if a professor provides a formula sheet, but that’s time wasted during an exam. Pick out key words and remember phrases. Cornell notes also helps a lot especially when writing down questions to ask your professor later during office hours or such, and it helps with revising later!

Different Notes Methods - There’s no one way to write your notes! I’ve always hated it when people said “you can only do your notes this way!” Because every person is different! For me Cornell works well, but I can see why that wouldn’t work for some people! But if you’re following active recall, try not to just copy paste your notes onto paper from the PowerPoint, rather, try writing your notes from memory instead! Copying your notes activated passive learning, which isn’t as effective for some people. Again, just try what works best! To revise I usually make mind maps, for example.

Mind Maps - Write the central topic of one chapter and expand upon it similar to a branching tree! The leaves are the details while the branches are broad ideas! Do this from memory first and, with a different color, write in extra details you missed when cross referencing with your notes.

Practice Problems - I cannot stress this one enough. You can be amazing at concepts in theory, but if you don’t practice them you won’t fully grasp them. The best way to test if you understand concepts is to do a problem on it!

Summarize - When it came to studying for exams, I found that blatant revision, at least for me, wasn’t effective (but if it works for you go ahead!) instead, I would try to summarize the chapter (by memory) in a compact form (1-2 pages) as if I were making a study guide. Similar to the mind maps, if it wasn’t something I could recall off the top of my head, I wrote it in a different color.

Unfortunately, I can’t help much on sorting through fluff. For me I had to memorize or understand everything because I never knew what would be on the exam, but hopefully the methods above can help! Happy studying! You got this, love <3

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the-blonde-adventurer · 2 years

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Never Ending Truths (17)

Indiana Jones x OC

Summary: Everyone is born with a matching tattoo to their soulmate, but not everyone can feel their soulmate’s emotions. Harley LaCarrubba is a freshman attending Marshall college to one day be an archeologist with her passion for history. Lucky for her, she is being taught by none other than the famous Indiana Jones, the school heartthrob. She can feel her soulmate’s emotions but never met him in real life, making her feel guilty about having a crush on her professor.

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Indy has taken care of me and has spent every moment by my side. He would read my homework to me while I listened and told him what I wanted to write. We got to the math portion, and I could tell he was frustrated with me for not understanding. "Come on, Harley, think, it's easy."

"Easy for you! I don't have a damn doctorate, and I'm sick as a dawg!" I shout at him as I start coughing. "Fuck my head and throat." I whine.

"Come on; we need to finish this, so you don't fail the class." He takes his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose. We worked on my math homework until I finally finished it to understand better. Indy put all of my books up and pulled out his papers to grade. I throw the covers off of me and slowly try to get out of bed. "Where are you going?" He questioned me.

"To shower, I feel disgusting."

"You need help?" He asks innocently with pure intentions of helping. I look down at him and shake my head. "I'll be fine; I'm a big girl. I can do it myself." I walked over to the bathroom as my muscles screamed with each step.

"Just leave the door unlocked."

"Fair." I agree to his conditions as I turn the water on and walk out to get a new clean outfit. I walk back in and undress, letting it fall to the floor. I get in, letting the hot water splash on my body, relaxing my muscles.

I walk out with the towel on my head, feeling refreshed from my shower. Indy looked up as he sat on his side of the bed with a smirk on his face. "Feel better?"

"Definitely." I smile as I take the towel off and dry out my hair. I threw the towel on the shower rack to dry before brushing my hair. I got back in bed, leaning on his shoulder as I hugged his arm.

**** **Three weeks later**

We both have returned to school and have to hide our relationship. I've made a friend. I was walking the hallway to my class when I saw this girl with short dark brown hair, glasses that made her eyes wide, smooth tan skin, and a skinny frame. She dropped her books, and papers flew everywhere as she bumped into me. "I'm so sorry!" She scrabbles around. I helped her pick them all up and handed them to her as she still scrambled without looking at me. "Thank you so much!" She says as she stands up. "No problem." I tell her. She looked up at me, shocked, and became nervous as she saw me.

"You alright?"

"Yes." She looks down at the ground.

"Why are you scared?" I questioned her as I noticed her body language.

"I don't want you to hurt me for bumping into you." She admits. I couldn't help but laugh at her, unable to control myself. "I'm not going to hurt you. Why do you think I'm going to hurt you?"

"You always look like you're going to fight someone." She tells me.

"Haha, it's just my face. You sit next to me in math, Danielle, right?"

"Yes." She nods her head with a smile as we walk down to mythology.

"Nice." I smile at her.

"Umm, would you like to have lunch with me?"

"Sure." I smile at her as we walk to the same class taking our seats. I pull out my notebook, ready for Madrina's lesson.

*** I got up and waited for Danielle by the door so that we could walk to lunch together. "So, what are you majoring in?" I ask her, trying to keep the conversation flowing.

"History, I want to be a history teacher." She smiles at me. "What about you?"

"History, I want to be an archeologist." I smile as we walk to the cafeteria together. We got our food and went outside to see all the tables were full. "Sit on the grass?" I suggest.

"Sure." She smiles. "I've never done this before."

"Sat on the grass?" I raise my brows in shock.

"No, I've always sat at a table in fear of getting my dress dirty." She explains.

"Live a little, Danielle." I laugh as I sit down, feeling the grass on my legs. I began to eat when I saw Indy walking to lunch, scratching his legs with his foot while his hands were in his pockets. He looked over at me, then at Danielle. "I wonder if he got bit by mosquitoes on his last trip or something." She tells me.

"Probably."

"You should talk to him about being an archeologist. He might have great pointers for you." She tells me.

"Yeah, sounds like a good idea." I tell her as I lift my legs off the grass, knowing that's what was causing him to be so itchy.

"It's crazy every girl here has a crush on him. Leslie Golding has a picture of him in her notebook." She tells me.

"What?" I turn my attention to her.

"Yeah, she took it out of the paper. She's planning on making a move on him."

"Making a move?" I get jealous she wants to make a move on my man. That dumb cheerleader who barely passes her classes and intends to make a move.

"She hasn't decided on what to do yet, but she talks about it to all of the other cheerleaders. You know, being invisible has its advantages sometimes; I get all the juicy gossip. I even hear what they say about you."

"What do they say about me?" I question before taking a bite of my sandwich.

"Mixed reviews, honestly. Everyone agrees you are beautiful but very mysterious. You look like you're going to fight anyone who talks to you, you are a badass for riding your horse through campus, everyone calls you cowgirl, you are brilliant and should be in advanced classes, and most of the guys have a huge crush on you. All the guys hope you are their soulmate."

"Hmm, well, I've never heard anyone talk bad about you." I smile kindly at her.

"No one knows who I am." She sighs.

"I know who you are. You just need a little more confidence and speak up more." I smile at her as we have a nice lunch.

"I don't know; I'm supposed to keep my mouth shut and head down."

"Why?" I question her.

"Because I would get bullied for who I am. They don't like my kind around here."

"Italian?" I smile at her, hoping to have someone else who relates.

"Yeah, how did you know?" She looks up at me, shocked.

"Takes one to know one." I smile at her in Italian. She had a giant smile on her face as she looked me up and down. "You hide your accent very well. No one would know."

"No offense, but you don't look or sound Italian." She replies before taking a bite of her apple.

"I get it from my mother; she was Irish." I smile at her as I watch the beautiful fountain splash water everywhere. I wonder what Indy is doing. We finish eating and just enjoy our time outside. "So, have you found your soulmate yet?" She asks me.

"No." I sigh, acting disappointed, so she wouldn't think I'm lying. "I'm sure I'll find him someday."

"Me too." She nods her head.

"Hey, no use in being sad about it. You could go and have fun and work on yourself then when you meet your soulmate, you'll be confident and can focus on the relationship."

"Is that what you're doing?" She asks me.

"Yeah, I'm not all the way out together like I give off. Most of the time, I'm nervous and scared and can't focus for shit; also, I have a very short temper." I laugh at myself before continuing. "I've come up with a good little system to help me focus, and most of my professors know and tell me to focus. I've learned how to fight, ride horses, shoot, I'm going to college to further myself, and now I'm making friends." I smile at her as I list off. She stared at me with awe as she listened to me. "Fake it till you make it act like you have confidence and no one will know how you feel inside. The first thing is posture; that's a key element in faking it. You look like you're constantly hiding with your shoulders slouched like that. Shoulders back, sit tall, head up." She then did as I said.

"See better already." I nudge her. "Just live a little, don't be scared."

"Haha, thanks. I can never picture you scared or nervous." She tells me.

"Trust me, inside; my emotions are all over the place. Sometimes we need to be reminded to keep our head up, and things will be okay." I tell her truthfully as I think about all the times Indy had to calm me down and tell me to lift my head up.

"Yeah, I'm just so nervous all the time." She fumbles with her fingers.

"I'll help you get over it." I smile kindly at her. The bell rang for the end of lunch, and we cleaned up all of our trash to throw away. I turn to see Indy sitting at one of the tables reading some book. I threw away my trash as Danielle did the same. Indy looked up at us and nodded his head, greeting us. "Afternoon, professor." Danielle tells him nervously. "Afternoon." I smile at him

"Afternoon, ladies." He greets us. I turn around to get to class, not wanting to be late. I turned back to see she was still frozen by the trash can. "Danielle?" I call her.

"Coming." She rushes to my side. "What's your next class?"

"I have history with you." She tells me.

"Alright, let's go before we are late." I tell her sternly as I take one last glance at Indy, who was chuckling. We walk down the path to our class. "What happened?"

"I froze; I didn't know what to do. Ughh, I'm so stupid he probably thinks I'm some weird fan of his." She looks down at the ground, shaking her head regretting the whole interaction.

"Head up, look where you're walking. It doesn't matter anymore. It was in the past." I tell her as we reach history with a few minutes to spare.

*** Class ends, and I go into the hall and wait for Danielle. "What class do you have now?" I ask her.

"English."

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow." I wave goodbye to her as I walk to Indy's class. I got inside, taking my seat while he wrote on the chalkboard.

"Afternoon, miss LaCarrubba." He greets me.

"Afternoon, professor." I smile as I take my seat in the front row, where I have been all year. "I heard something interesting today about your fan club."

"Oh? And what is that?"

"You know the head cheerleader Leslie Golding?" I ask him.

"Unfortunately, what about her?" He turned around, confused as to what I was getting at.

"She's after you; I heard she's planning on making a move." I say as I stare into his eyes.

"Huh, you're a little late to the game on that one. She draws on her test and leaves little notes." He shakes his head disapprovingly. "Plus, cheerleaders aren't my type."

"Oh? I didn't know you had a type." I say as I watch the door making sure no one would walk in.

"I do." He smirks at me, sending me a secret wink. I couldn't help but smile, feeling a little better like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders. People started to walk in, taking their seats, and Leslie Golding sat down next to me wearing some stupid pink, yellow, and green knitted sweater with a pink skirt, pearls around her neck, her brown hair in a fancy bun behind her head. Indy began to teach, then froze as he looked closer at Leslie before becoming speechless and losing his place.

I look at Leslie before looking at Indy and crossing my arms, feeling jealousy set in. I push my pencil off my desk, making it look like an accident, and catch her attention. She looked down at me, and I saw something written on her eyelids. "Hun, you have a booger on your nose." I tell her, trying to make her feel insecure. She frantically whipped her nose and looked at me, asking if she got it. I noticed she had 'love you' written on her eyes. This bitch. "Yeah, you got it." I smile at her, happy my little plan worked. Indy turned back to the board, and I felt him kissing my lips, letting me know I shouldn't be jealous. I was content for the rest of class, knowing I made her feel terrible and that Indy was more interested in me. The bell rang, releasing us from class as all the students raced out except of Leslie and myself.

"Miss Golding, stay behind." Indy tells her, then looks over at me, wanting me to head home. I pick up my things and head home, wishing to stay for their conversation. I wonder why he wants to be alone with her. Why is he keeping her after class with that crap on her eyes? She told him I love you before Indy and I said those words to each other. I can't believe that bitch. Hitting on my man like that. I get into my car, tossing all my things inside in a huff.

*** I park in the garage and get out of my car, grabbing my bag before going inside. I start on my homework, keeping my mind off of things. I heard the door open and saw Indy walk in with roses in his hand as his mouth went into that sexy smile I love. He came over, kissing my cheek. "Hello, my gorgeous soulmate." He cutely smiles.

"Hello." I reply, glancing at him before going back to my math homework.

"I got you these." He puts the flowers in front of my face. I take them and smell the sweet freshness that tickled my senses. "I just want you to know you're the only woman who has my eye. There's no need to be jealous of that dumb cheerleader." I smile a toothless grin before looking at him. "You're my soulmate, not her." He breaths softly as he moves my hair behind my ear. "Also, last I recall, you're the one sleeping in my bed, not her." He tried to make me feel better, and I couldn't lie, it was working. He takes my hand and softly pulls me up so we would both be standing. "Don't let my little fan club get to you, doll." He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand as he looked down at me lovingly. He leaned down, placing his warm lips on mine, sending my heart into a flutter. The kiss was sweet and full of passion, and I felt everything he was trying to say. We pulled back, and Indy placed his forehead on mine. "You and me." He breaths, trying to catch his breath.

"Always." I breathed back as he wrapped his strong arms around me. I know I shouldn't be jealous, but I have difficulty trusting him around other women after I felt him cheat. I don't think he would cheat on me now, but the thought lingers in my head. He placed a kiss on my cheek before walking into the kitchen. "So why did you tell her to stay after class?"

"I told her what she did was very inappropriate, and I did not appreciate her interrupting my class like that. I told her I wasn't interested in her and would never have relations with a student." He tells me as he leans against the counter with his arms crossed as he watches me put the roses in a vase. "Liar." I chuckle at him before going back to my roses. "I also told her I have a soulmate that I care about deeply and would never cheat on her." He tells me, knowing how that would make me feel, but he acted as if it were nothing. "Oh yeah?" I smile at him.

"Yeah, so you have nothing to worry about. I'm all yours." He chuckles with a wink.

"Good." I tell him seriously as I set the flowers on the counter.

"Yeah, I don't like preppy dumb cheerleaders. She has the second-worst grade in my class. It's kinda sad."

"What's your type then?" I ask him as I stand before him, looking into his eyes. He smirked at me as he put his hands on my waist. "I like intelligent, tough, adventurous women. I have a thing for sassy blondes, the ones who always seem to make the situation a light one. Not care what other people think while she sings at the top of her lungs and gets others to join in. The ones that can ride a horse better than most men I know and look badass while doing it. The kind that is so cute with her little quirks and says random things she notices. The ones who can understand what I'm feeling make me feel better with a simple touch. I like hot-headed Italians that aren't afraid to fight anyone. But most importantly, I love the ones I can be myself around and not have to hide behind a mask and be venerable with no harsh remarks." He lists off as he pulls me closer, going to my neck and placing soft kisses as he whispers sweet nothings. "One that drives me absolutely wild." He kissed my jaw, going to my ear. "No other woman can compete with you, my soul." He breaths warmly on my neck. I was overjoyed when he whispered that in my ear, and he knew it by how fast my heart started racing. He chuckled and then placed a kiss on my cheek. "Alright, sweetheart, go finish your homework."

"Okay." I smile before going back to the table.

#indy #fanfic #harrison ford #indiana jones #soulmate #adventure #romance #never ending truths #raiders of the lost ark #teacher x student

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themagicfolf · 1 year

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This is now my place for venting

After someone suggested I start venting in safer place I chose tumblr because I already had an account.

And after seeing what is happening to others on the site I think they were right. So yeah.

Moved it here now will copy the stuff from twitter here for preservation before reserving my twitter for non venty things

[Nov 30th ]

Out of the blue I told my Therapist that I am Asexual. Oddly I think it surprised her more than finding out that I am trans. She said that it's good I found a label that I fill fit's and that if I find comfort in it then thats good. She asked me why I wanted to label myself Ace

I think she was surprised because I had told her about some stuff before that might make it look like I'm Allo. But that was just my confusion of why I don't really look at people in that way when everyone else did. ||//TW//|| for the next part

Like I can't imagine letting someone sticking part of themself in me. It feels like that would be a major invasion of my body. I don't know though that's just how I feel

[Dec 1st 5:29]

I'm tired. Today my sensory issues didn't flare up until I got in the car. In the car my dad was talk extremely loud on the phone and the sun shown directly in my eyes. I'm better now. I never realized how much stuffed animals help me.

[Dec 2nd 2:10]

Why is it loud this is study space I want peace to work. I've been holding my plush dog the whole time and it helped but my head still feels bad.

[Dec 2nd 4:04pm]

The best friend a girl could ask for

Always listens

Always Comforting

Huggable

and soft.

I didn't realize how much I missed plushies I feel childish or dumb but having one with me helps me to function I don't know why I'm this way but I am and I don't know how to change that

[Dec 2nd 4:12pm]

Feeling better now. It took a bit for my head to feel better but after the crowd left I felt a little better and now I feel better than then so yeah. Sorry for clogging everyone's timeline with my childish behavior. And sorry to everyone who has to listen to me complain about

sensory stuff. You all are great I'm going to get back to working on the paper now.

*w*/

[Dec 2nd 4:27pm]

Uughh I don't want to go home I have to though Oh well I guess it's fine

[Dec 2nd 4:40]

I'm in a car and my father is very loud on the phone Dies he not understand does he not get It My mom understands but he is so loud The phone is so loud the car is bumpy At least lights the sun isn't shining bu still God. He's so loud

[Dec 2nd 8:37pm]

I had an episode I don't know I couldn't take it Today the sounds the lights I don't even remember what triggered it I completely shut down I couldn't Speak Move Respond All I could do was rock back and fourth clutching my plushies as tight as I could and listen to my

Music and smack my head into the arm of the couch It felt like an hour + I don't know what's wrong with me why am I like this. I couldn't find my tweezers they've been gone for 3 days It's hard for me to function my mental state is declining I I keep stuttering and shaking

I don't even know what's going on in my head Today I physically couldn't attend math I skipped it. I did because my brain was already over stimulated and when I tried to go outside the cold wind blew on me and almost pushed me over

I emailed my professor about my sensory issues and why I had been leaving early. After a while my mom asked if I went to math class and I said no. She says I'm not in trouble.

I want to ask about getting assessed for ASD and other things but I'm to afraid. What if they say no and think I'm stupid what if nobody believes me and I never get assessed. I know they read this but I want to be assessed so I can understand what is happening with me better

I have Autistic traits Ticks Sound sensitivity Visual sensitivity

[Dec 2nd 9:25pm]

My mom is nice but I think she read m tweet earlier and thinks depression is a major factor. I don't know I just want to know why my head is so. well not even foggy. Shattered, warped idk My counselor said we would do a sort of unofficial assessment to try and get a better idea

[Dec 2 9:53]

Im so sorry for tweeting so much about this but this is a place I can sort of vent so here it is This is what I feel like when my senses are overwhelmed I am so so sorry for constantly venting about this recently but it genuinely helps me to let out what I've been going through

[Dec 2nd 10:03pm]

Oh yeah I got my meningitis shot yesterday so I bet that is what made today the way it was. I would have had issues regardless but the tiredness thrown on top of it all would explain my inability to cope. I still do want to see about getting assessed because I still have stuff

[Dec 3rd 1:56pm]

y brain is much better today. I can feel the relief in my brain. Sounds and lights are still an issue but I my brain isn't fractured and my sensitivities aren't as extreme. I am no longer ill from my menengitis shot Some days are better than others I guess. I still have 3 math

lessons to finish and need to finish my paper but yeah I feel better today tired and drained but better. Yesterday I remember punching my PC case the floor and some other stuff out of, rage? I wasn't angry just aggressive well I hope you all have a good day post again soon bye

#Vent

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mementomoriifics · 3 years

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After Hours - Sanemi x Reader x Giyuu (NSFW)

Tags: Student/Teacher, college au, pwp, praise kink, cunnilingus, blowjob, threesome, voyeurism, cuckolding i suppose??, sub!Giyuu, reader is cis female

Wordcount: 3204

Author’s note: A sequel to Office Hours! I suppose it can be read seperately though!

AO3 link

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"You look awfully happy."

You looked up from your phone at your friend, Zenitsu. He looked positively exhausted and eyed you with a certain kind of suspicion you weren't used to.

"What do you mean?" You asked, eyebrows furrowed as your friend gave you a look.

"You've got Sanemi-sensei's class next, right? How could you possibly be in a good mood? He's like, Satan incarnate!"

You snorted, a slight tinge of fear gripping at your heart as you locked your phone and tucked it away in your bag. Thank God Zenitsu was none the wiser.

"Just in a good mood, I guess. If it'll make you feel better, I'll frown."

You pulled the most exaggerated frown you could manage, Zenitsu rolling his eyes at you but unable to stop the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"What would make me feel better is for my fucking roommate to stop raising fucking hell at three in the morning." The blond continued, the smile vanishing as quickly as it came. "Or if Nezuko finally texted me back."

His shoulders slumped and you couldn't help but pity your friend. He'd had a rather unfortunate string of bad luck recently that included the move of his previous roommate (a very nice guy by the name of Tanjiro). His new roommate was a very rowdy person called Inosuke who was part of the athletic program and who'd never heard of the concept of an inside voice.

Not to mention Zenitsu's rotten luck when it came to love. In the past month alone he'd been stood up on a handful of dates. Yet, he couldn't stop pining over his ex-roommate's sister.

Honestly, if you looked up 'unlucky' in the dictionary, you'd see Zenitsu's picture staring back at you.

"Just give it some time. I'm sure things will smooth themselves out." You said, patting the blond's shoulder in a way you hoped came off as comforting.

Zenitsu opened his mouth to continue his lament but the bell cut him off. He pouted but before another word left him, you interrupted.

"Gotta run! Sanemi-sensei hates people being late!"

"See you later then!" Zenitsu called after you as you dashed down the corridor to your class.

Little had your friend known that Sanemi-sensei was the exact reason you were in such high spirits. It had been a month and a half since your first rendezvous in his office and you'd visited him roughly half a dozen times after.

You'd also swapped numbers and your text conversation was full of flirting, inappropriate pictures and earlier today, Sanemi promised to take you to his apartment that weekend to 'finally fuck you on a bed'.

Oh, if only Zenitsu knew...

You made it to the lecture hall with just two minutes to spare, breathing heavily as you sunk into your regular seat. Sanemi was up front, leafing through his notes.

Grey eyes locked with yours for a split second and your heart skipped a beat.

You looked away and set up everything for class, startling slightly by the buzz of your phone. You fished it out of your bag, seeing the text previewed on your lock screen

'my office after class.'

When you looked back up at your professor, he wasn't paying attention to you. He merely raised his voice and started class.

You couldn't help the squirming at the thought of what was to come. Visits to his office always ended the same way and, God, you couldn't wait.

Minutes seemed to drag on as class proceeded. Sanemi-sensei was droning on about some theorem you had a hard time understanding. It really didn't help that you continued to get distracted by how he looked.

He was dressed in a pair of grey, well fitting slacks and a white button up with the first three buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Over that he wore a slate grey vest with very subtle, green embroidery.

For someone as rough as him, he seemed to know damn well how to show off.

Sometimes you wondered if he did it for you specifically but you decided to abandon that thought quickly. There was no way Sanemi would dress up just to get a rise out of you, right?

You hummed, copying the problem on the board as Sanemi turned to explain the method of solving it, arm flexing as he wrote on the whiteboard. You fought your mind to keep it from wandering to the time Sanemi had those arms hooked under the bend of your knees to fold you double on his desk.

God, you were really a lost cause, weren’t you?

You managed to keep your thoughts from wandering for the most part until the end of class, finding yourself up and out of your seat quicker than you’d intended to. You spotted Sanemi barely concealing a smile. He’d probably tease you for your eagerness later but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be bothered by that prospect.

Roughly twenty minutes and a bit of loitering later to not appear too suspicious, you found yourself in front of your professors office. Excitement coursed through your veins, arousal already rearing its head.

You knocked, waiting for permission to enter.

Silence.

You frowned. Was Sanemi still occupied with something? Maybe he hadn’t heard your knock.

You knocked again.

Still silent.

You hummed, a little puzzled. You usually stayed behind a bit or hung around to make sure Sanemi was in his office by the time you got there.

He probably would be here soon, you reasoned, opening the office door and walking in already. You weren’t paying very much attention so when you closed the door behind you and noticed a red faced Giyuu-sensei behind Sanemi’s desk, you all but screamed.

“What are you doing here?!” you called out, heard beating a mile a minute.

Giyuu didn’t respond right away. He merely folded his hand on the desk, keeping his intensely blue eyes aimed at them.

“I was waiting for Sanemi. I would like to have a chat with him. And,” he hesitated, his face getting even redder. “With you too, apparently.”

Your heart sank into your shoes. You knew Giyuu-sensei's office was next to Sanemi's but the walls couldn't have been that thin, right? And surely you hadn't been that loud?

"What about?" You asked, trying to keep your nerves at bay. For all you knew his reasons were innocent. Though you'd doubted that very much.

Suddenly, the door behind you opened, Sanemi entering and freezing in place as he noticed that Giyuu was sitting in his chair. He bristled and straightened his back, obviously unhappy with the fact your time alone was interrupted.

"What do you want?"

You were caught off guard by just how hostile Sanemi sounded as he addressed his colleague. You wondered if there was any bad blood between the two and judging by Giyuu-sensei's reaction, if there was, it was very one-sided.

"Just wanted to ask if you two could keep it down. You're not as quiet or subtle as you think." The history professor's face was an even brighter shade of red. Sanemi, who now stood next to you, grinned.

"So you've been eavesdropping." He taunted. "D'you get off on that? Didn't take you for the type."

You felt embarrassed and had half a mind to leave the office and never come back. You'd effectively been caught. The jig was up and you could both be in massive trouble if Giyuu decided-

"Yes. Its-" the man in question halted as if he couldn't believe what he was about to admit to. "It's hard not to let it affect me."

Sanemi barked out a laugh as if he'd just heard the funniest joke. You were still ruminating in your embarrassment, covering your face with your hands. If only you’d been quieter. It hadn’t helped Sanemi seemed to revel in the noises he could get from you.

"So you're telling me you've been jacking it to me and her," you peeked between your fingers, seeing Sanemi gesture towards you. "fucking after class? You're even more of a pervert than I thought, Tomioka."

"I didn't come here for judgement," Giyuu took the crass remarks in stride. "I just wanted to let you know that sound carries."

"You're not gonna tell anyone, are you?" You asked, a little scared. Giyuu-sensei hesitated but before he could say anything, the math professor spoke up.

"He'd be too embarrassed to have'ta admit he's been getting off to it." Sanemi continued and you gave his arm a half hearted shove. He looked in your direction, entirely unimpressed. But then you could see the gears in his head turn. "I got a deal for you."

"Shinazugawa, I can't-"

"Shh, hear me out," Sanemi continued, interrupting his colleague.

Giyuu had risen from the chair and you noticed a bulge at the crotch of his slack, averting your eyes quickly. You wondered briefly if Giyuu was into humiliation.

"What is it?"

"You keep your mouth shut about this, and we'll give you a live demonstration."

Your face flushed bright red at the suggestion but you couldn't deny the prospect of it getting to you. The idea of Sanemi having you in every way he wanted with Giyuu-sensei's pretty eyes watching everything happen. It made you wetter than you wanted to admit to.

"Are you in agreement?" The latter asked you, his expression set to hesitant.

"Don't be so fucking formal about it, you weirdo." Sanemi taunted, reaching to grab you and pulling your back against his chest, his hands already sliding up your shirt. "Of course she's down for it."

You nodded in confirmation, biting your lip as Sanemi shamelessly started to grope your chest. Giyuu sat back down in the desk chair, his face forced in a neutral expression but the tips of his ears a bright red.

"Let's show him your pretty tits, hm?" Sanemi whispered in your ear, roughly hiking your shirt up and off, carelessly tossing it aside. He eyed the bra you were wearing for a moment. It was one of Sanemi-sensei's favorites and you could see him grin out of the corner of your eye.

"Pretty thing, isn't she?" Sanemi said, palming your chest. Giyuu nodded in agreement, watching you intently. His gaze made a shiver of excitement run down your back.

Sanemi’s hands left your chest for a moment to unhook your bra and toss it the same direction as your shirt. Giyuu kept staring, watching the other man’s movements like a hawk. You vaguely registered that one of his hands had settled on his crotch and another wave of arousal coursed through you.

“Already touching himself.” Sanemi taunted, going back to playing with your chest, rolling your nipples between his fingers until they were still little peaks. He gave one of them a playful tug. “Maybe we should show him how good you are with that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Without thinking, you sank to your knees, earring a pleased little laugh from Sanemi.

“Is she always that eager?” Giyuu asked, voice thick with arousal.

“Only for Sir.” You answered, both men cursing under your breath. You couldn’t help but grin at their reactions, keeping your hands busy with undoing Sanemi’s belt.

“I trained her well,” Sanemi sounded almost insufferably smug as he watched you. “Put on a show for him.”

You nodded, freeing Sanemi’s cock from the confines of his slacks and giving it a long lick from balls to tip. You caught the soft sound of a zipper being undone and part of you wanted to watch Giyuu touch himself to the idea it was him you were pleasuring but Sanemi had other plans.

His hand settled on the back of your head as he guided his length into your mouth. His thrusts started shallow but you knew it wouldn’t take much longer before he would fuck your mouth in earnest.

“She looks pretty with a cock in her mouth.” Giyuu spoke and you glanced sideways at him for a moment, seeing him lazily touch himself, as if to draw out his own pleasure.

“She does.” Sanemi spoke, thrusting a little faster. “She looks even better like this.”

You had very little time to prepare yourself as Sanemi slid his cock down your throat, nose pressed against the little patch of hair at the base of it. You squeezed your eyes shut, hearing Giyuu curse.

After a little while, Sanemi pulled out, his cock coated in your spit. You caught your breath, looking up at Sanemi who was stroking his dick as he grinned down at you.

“You want me to fuck your mouth a little more or do you want him to show you how I wreck that little pussy of yours and get you to make all of those pretty noises?” He asked only a little condescendingly.

“I want you to fuck me, Sir.” You asked prettily, deciding to be nice and compliant, just to get a rise out of your audience. Sanemi grinned in a way you’d call predatory.

“Good girl. On your feet, c’mon.”

You rose immediately, watching as Sanemi grabbed the chair on the other side of the desk and moved it so Giyuu could get a good view of what he was about to do to you. He sat down holding his dick, a shameless display.

“Strip and ride me.” Sanemi spoke, all business. “I want you to face him.”

You turned towards Giyuu who was still drawing out his movement, hand slowly moving from the base of his cock to the head where he’d linger for a moment. He wasn’t as thick as Sanemi but he was just a little longer and there was a curve to his length you wagered would feel like heaven pounding against your g spot.

After your moment of staring, you took off your bottoms, running your hands over yourself to show off. There was something indescribably hot about being completely naked in front of two men who were still fully dressed but both hard as a rock.

“C’mon, princess. Haven’t got all afternoon.” Sanemi spoke, an urgency to his voice.

You walked over to him and hovered over his lap, reaching between your thighs to grab him and line his cock up with your entrance. The entry was smooth and he filled you up so nicely as your butt hit his lap.

“You feel so good, Sir.” you whined, swiveling your hips to get any sort of friction. Sanemi chuckled, pressing his hips up into yours.

“I know, baby. Now,” he pressed a kiss against your neck. “Bounce and take what you need. And be loud for me. We don’t wanna let down Giyuu now do we?”

You whined again, trying to find leverage and lifting your hips slightly only to bring them back down with an obscenely wet sound. You’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so fucking good.

In your lust drunk haze, you looked over at Giyuu. He had pulled his tie loose, gaze settled between your thighs. He was touching himself in earnest and it was the hottest thing you’d ever experienced.

Sanemi’s hands settled on your hips as he helped you set a pace and you moaned, eager and wanton.

“Hey, Tomioka.”

Giyuu’s eyes reluctantly turned to stare at Sanemi over your shoulder. His hand didn’t cease its movements and a shiver of pleasure ran down your spine again, settling between your obscenely spread thighs.

“Get over here and taste her.”

You would’ve said something, not in protest or anything, but it all happened too fast. Giyuu was up and out of his chair in an instant, rounding the desk and settling between your thighs.

“Is this okay with-”

It was kind of him to ask but you interrupted him with a loud, whined yes. That was all the confirmation he seemed to need before the black haired man buried his face between your legs.

His tongue found your clit with ease that betrayed plenty of practice and your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling. Thank God Sanemi was almost manually bouncing you on his cock because your body felt like it had become boneless.

It wouldn’t take too long before you’d plummet over the edge at this rate, between the feeling of Sanemi’s cock and Giyuu’s eager tongue.

“You gonna cum?” Sanemi’s voice sounded near your ear. You let out a damn near pathetic sounding ‘uhu’, earning a chuckle from Sanemi. “‘S a good girl.”

He then hooked his chin over your shoulder to stare down at Giyuu, taunting him further. You looked down as well, the sight making you gasp.

The black haired man was eating you out like he was a man starving and you were an all you could eat buffet. His arm was moving erratically, betraying he was still touching himself. His face was the prettiest shade of red and it was all so much, too much.

With a moan that sounded like it came straight from a porn flick, you careened off the edge, making Giyuu gasp at the mess you made. You felt Sanemi pull out of you and heard him groan loudly, signalling that he had followed you over the edge as well.

You were breathing heavily, slowly floating back down to earth. Absently, hou glanced down and you didn’t expect the sight you were met with.

Between your thighs sat Giyuu still, the bottom half of his face a mess of your slick and Sanemi’s cum. Obviously lust drunk, he lazily licked Sanemi’s dick clean, his eyes locking with yours.

“Shit, Tomioka,” Sanemi spoke, voice a little rough. “Keep that up and it’s your mouth I’ll fuck next.”

Giyuu whimpered and it struck you that it was the first time you’d heard him make noise this entire time. You saw him shake and it dawned on you he must’ve finally reached his own climax. He seemed to collapse against you, boneless as he rested his face against your bare stomach.

“Shit,” You spoke after a moment of silence. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever been through.”

Sanemi chuckled, pressed lazy kisses down your neck and shoulder, his hands running up your sides in a soothing motion.

“Agreed. We should do it more often.” He agreed, looking down at Giyuu again. “What do you say.”

“I’m willing if you two will allow me.” Giyuu spoke against your stomach, refusing to move. You couldn’t help yourself and ran a hand through his now messy hair, a chunk of it having escaped the elastic he used to tie it back.

“If you eat me out like that again, absolutely.”

Giyuu chuckled looking up at the two of you with nothing but stars in his pretty, blue eyes.

“Can I maybe fuck you next time?”

You looked over at Sanemi who seemed a little peeved, considering the request.

“How about,” he spoke after a moment of consideration. “We all get decent and head to my place. Then we can talk specifics. Sound good?”

You and Giyuu nodded, the math professor snorting in amusement.

“Good. Now get up and get ready. We got a long night ahead of us.”

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