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angelplummie · 3 years

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NO ONE

BULLY IWA X F!READER

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dark content (proceed with caution), fluff???????? Idk man

a/n: hi guys i’m very ill rn so if this is shit don’t hate me i’m like delirious with something idk what but i am not feeling great LMAO but yeah keep in mind that (instead of doing homework) i wrote this in my ill person haze 😍 also it’s actually terrible how toxic this relationship is in correlation to how much i want it. where’s my mentally ill girlies !? we too can have a relationship as abusive as this hold on my angels 👼🏻/j anyways reblogs appreciated as usual 💞💞

warnings: INCREDIBLY toxic relationship, male that doesn’t know how to deal with emotions (same old same old), very suggestive stuff, dubcon (she’s into it but it isn’t crystal clear just wanted to disclose that), threats, misogynistic language, bullying obvi, mentions of violence, feelings of isolation, not valuing yourself enough girl,

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Iwaizumi is a menace, a bully that scrimps off oikawas school wide fame to pick on you undetected.

Try to tell people what he does? who are people gonna believe? you? or golden boys right hand man?

He’ll pour coffee over you, make you eat food off the ground when he knocks it out of your hand, steal your most important school books from your bag that he’ll only give back if you humiliate yourself and start telling people that you two are dating, only for him to deny it and convince everyone that you’re just some delusional girl that’s obsessed with him. He’ll hit you at will, large palm leaving a sting on your cheek. You don’t ever have to do anything, just finds it funny when you gasp and your eyes go all buggy and wide. There’s been times where he really did a number on you, but those were rare, so you could tell your mum that it was just an accident. He was strategic like that.

Slowly, the things he wanted you to do escalated, becoming more and more extreme.

He doesn’t just dump your lunch trays anymore, but makes you strip to your underwear in the boys toilet and sit there for the whole of lunch, the boys that walk in scoffing in shock and disgust, “Is she really that desperate?”

He doesn’t just pull your hair anymore, but asks the teachers to sit with you because you’d been ‘helping him study’ only to shove his fingers inside you and whisper in your ear how disgusting and filthy and worthless you are, all while class continues, “you like it don’t you? Stop squirming, you don’t have to pretend. I already know how nasty you are.”

He doesn’t just threaten to give you a swirlie anymore, but makes you hump his school shoes until you cum by the dumpsters behind the school. “You’re disgusting, I didn’t think you would actually cum, i was only gonna make you do it for a while until you started complaining. Maybe the rumours are true, maybe you do have crush on me.”

No matter how much you denied it, you knew it was true, he knew it was true. Despite the things he put you through, you could never seem to shake the butterflies that came every time he stalked over to you, evil grin on his handsome face. Because, even with everything he’d done, he still chose you to torment, he didn’t even look at any other girls. Just at you.

That was only part of what made you like him. What it really was was sometimes, after making you fulfil his demands, he would do something incredibly out of pocket, like cup your face gently with his big hands, or kiss you on the forehead. You didn’t understand it one bit, but that didn’t mean your heart didn’t race and didn’t think about it for the rest of the week.

If this was how he wanted to give you attention, then so be it. You could do the nasty stuff if it meant he was sweet to you sometimes, you knew he cared about you really.

Until you didn’t.

Oikawa was one of the only other people that knew about the weird relationship you two had, and one day, while walking behind them after school, you learned something you’d rather not have.

“What’s going on between you and that weird girl, Iwa-chan? Do you like her or something? You never seem to leave her alone.”

Your stomach jolted, they were talking about you. You were important enough that Oikawa felt the need to bring you up! Iwaizumi thought of you when you weren’t there!

Your pulse quickened and you tried to get as close as possible to hear what Iwaizumi had to say.

“What?” he barked back, gruff voice making you jump slightly, “You’re more delusional than she is, she’s just fun to play with. She’s so pathetic , she does anything I tell her, I don’t even have to threaten her anymore. She’s so in love with me it’s kinda repulsive, but I just do it ‘cause it’s funny. She means nothing to me.”

Oikawa said something too, but you weren’t really listening. You slowed down a bit, letting them get further ahead of you.

She means nothing to me.

Your face was red hot, and you stared at your feet the whole way home. Your eyes were glossy when you said hi to your mum and took off your shoes. You made your way up to your bed room, hardly holding in your sobs. As soon as you shut your bedroom door, you sank to the ground, ugly crying and curling in on yourself.

How could you be so stupid?

Of course he was just playing with you, of course he just found it funny.

It was funny, he could do anything to you and you’d still try to please him. You think of all the times he’s beat you up, of all the times he’s made you embarrass yourself, of every time he did something sweet to you.

That was all part of it.

Of course he didn’t really like you, why would he? He could get whoever he wanted, there’s no way he would pick someone like you, a pathetic loser kid that’s stupid enough to think she has anyone.

You didn’t have anyone. There was no one that liked you, that loved you, that wanted to be your friend. You were entirely alone.

You chest heaved as your crying became more hysterical, struggling to catch your breath.

You could hardly bear this, but you would. You had to regain any shred of dignity you could. The only reason you had done that to your reputation and put aside your pride was because you thought Iwaizumi would like you better for it. But now you knew the truth, you could start behaving like a human being again, and not his dog.

Iwaizumi was pissed. First, Oikawa takes the last of his leftover ongiri that he had been looking forward to all morning, and now, you were ignoring him.

Whenever you see him in the halls, you’d normally freeze and wait for him to walk over to you, but this time, you just closed your locker and went to your lesson.

Instead of how you’d normally let him copy your work in lessons, you put your pencil case beside your book and hunched over the paper, blocking his view.

And then, when he tried to reach under your skirt, you crossed you legs and turned them away from him.

And this carried on. For the rest of the week.

He didn’t know what your problem was, he hadn’t been any meaner than usual lately, he couldn’t think of anything he’d done that was ‘too much’, whatever that was anymore. He kinda thought he’d tested you enough, if you were willing to put up with what he’d already done, then nothing would push you away. He guesses he was wrong, but he couldn’t think of anything particularly atrocious, and he was stewing for days on end.

And, while he hated to admit it, he was a tiny, so small it’s hardly even there bit worried about you. He didn’t want you to stop wanting him, ever. Because, truth be told, he did like you. He had liked you since middle school, but he didn’t know what to do with that, so he dealt with it in the only way he knew. Of course, he did like the power rush he got when you did what he told you, and it was also a perk that he could make you act out all his fantasies, the kinda stuff he would stroke himself to later. You seemed happy with the arrangement too, so what had changed?

It wasn’t until final bell went on Friday that he decided he was sick of the silent treatment. He cornered you in an empty hallway after all the other kids had cleared out.

“What’s your problem?” he said, voice gruff as ever as he glared at your dead expression. Weren’t you supposed to be cowering like normal? He had his hands on either side of your head, you should be scared. You know he likes it when you’re scared, so what’s with this cool exterior?

“What?” you said, hardly even opening your mouth to reply to him.

He huffed, you were really trying him.

“You know exactly what. Why are you ignoring me?”

“I’m not ignoring you,” You mutter.

He brings his hands up to your face and squishes your cheeks together, bringing your face closer to his.

“Don’t lie to me. What is it? Was I too mean? Did i hurt your feewings?” he made a pouty face and held your face tighter.

“What is it? Tell me or else everyone will find out about how you ran up to me after last period and begged to suck my cock, ok?”

He couldn’t believe he had to use a threat to get you to do something again, but desperate times call for desperate measures. He was trying his best to not appear angry, at least not more than usual, he didn’t want you to know that you were getting to him. But you were. He hated you acting different, he wanted the eager-to-please little puppy he had before. You were pathetic, but you were pathetically his, and he didn’t like this disobedient side of you.

“What do you care anyway?” you mumbled under your breath, gaze cast downwards. You wish he would just leave you alone now that you knew, it didn’t feel special anymore. You were just an easy target, that’s all.

His frown intensified and his head tilted to the side.

“What was that bitch?”

You huffed, and for the first time in your life, you raised your voice at him.

“I said why do you care anyway? I thought I meant nothing to you! If I mean so little to you then why don’t you just leave me alone?”

He blinked, confusion spread across his face.

What the hell were you talking about?

“What the hell are you talking about?”

You faltered, surprised by your own outburst. You were lucky he was too busy trying to figure out what you meant to realise that you had talked back to him.

“Last week, when you were leaving school, talking to Oikawa... I was behind you and, I couldn’t help but hear what you said...” Your voice got progressively quieter, resolve deflating.

Why are you telling him this?

He doesn’t care if he upset you, he doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care.

While you wanted to sink into to the floor and never be seen again, the cogs in Iwaizumi head were working double time to figure what the fuck your talking about.

Last week? What could you have heard that would make you avoid him? I mean, they had touched on you, but.... Oh.

“Oh that?” He said curtly, pulling away from you and straightening up. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked to the side.

“You’re really stupid enough to believe that?”

Your head jerked up. What?

“What do you mean?” your voice was very soft, but not as upset as before.

“You thought I was telling the truth? Well, you would, wouldn’t you? You’re denser than fuckin’ lead.”

“Iwaizumi, I-I don’t understand.”

You peered at him with wide eyes, subconsciously falling back into your old ways, resolve to ignore him cracking in the wake of hope. Hope that you aren’t completely and utterly alone, that someone, in anyway, wants you.

He revelled in the way you looked up at him, he had been starved of it all week. He hated how much he needed you, but there was nothing to be done about it.

“I didn’t... You know that I... I just...”

He growled in frustration.

“You’re really gonna make me say it?” He yelled, but you weren’t scared.

“You don’t mean nothing to me ok?”

The only sounds to be heard was the distance chatter of students and the whistle of the breeze. Your eyes were fixed on each other.

He was staring at you with wild eyes, waiting for a response, embarrassed and frustrated beyond belief. Did he actually just tell you he cared about you? He was a fucking weirdo and he knew it.

You were staring at him, the corners of you mouth twitched. Did he actually just tell you he cared about you? You must have died and gone to heaven.

“Well?” he tried to sound commanding, but his voice cracked, “Will you stop acting like a baby and pay- just stop avoiding me ok?”

You nodded frantically.

“pfft.”

He turned around to walk away, sure Oikawa was flooding his phone with messages asking him were he was. He couldn’t seem to care, holding himself a little taller. His heart was racing in his chest. He loved that look on your face, even if it made him sick. To see you so desperate for him again, it made him lightheaded. But before he could get far, he felt a featherlight touch on his shoulder, and he turned around, met with your doe eyes, he nearly melted.

“Iwaizumi, can I ask something of you?”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t object, so you proceeded.

“Can you, uh... Would you give me a hug?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at you, distaste evident in the quirk of his lips and the way he clenched his jaw. Uh oh, maybe you were asking too much.

“I-I promise I won’t tell anyone, you know I wouldn’t! You-you know what, forget it, I shouldn’t have-“

But you were cut off when he roughly took your arm and pulled you into him, big arms wrapping tight around you. Your arms folded, pushed up against his chest, and you cling to the material of his blazer. You could smell his cologne, he smelt heavenly. You shamelessly nuzzled further into his chest, you would get what you could now that he had told you that he cared about you.

The glare never left Iwaizumi’s face, scowling into the empty hall as he hugged you tighter. You were so soft, and you melted into him so nicely. He wanted to punch something.

“You’re so needy. Stop asking me to do shit, you slut,” he breathed, and he rested his chin on you me head, smelled your hair. It smelt like apple shampoo. He would have to remember that.

You stayed like that for what seemed like forever, until he abruptly pushed you off him.

“If you tell anyone-“

“I won’t!” you beamed at him, picking up your bag and walking away.

He wanted to scream watching you leave. What the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he like a normal girl? Why did he have to like a weirdo like you?

Grunting, he picked up his bag and stomped away, glad you didn’t notice his raging hard on.

He would think about this later.

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Imagine # 954

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Gif credit goes to - @modesty-blaise (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted 2022

This randomly popped into my head, and I thought it was funny so I made a post about it lol.

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aphroditedahlias · 3 years

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Yandere dabi x reader

Tw // non con touching

Dabi isn’t really yandere but ehh

Reader uses no specific pronouns but they kind of mention tiddys? Idk sorry bye bye

Part 2

- dabi was the one to show you the ropes of your new job, as the manger he felt entitled to tell you to do whatever he wanted.

- That includes him telling you to lift up your shirt to let him get a peek at your cute little (or big) nipples.

- No? You think you can say no? Ha, remember the first time it happened and you almost got fired for “ disrespecting a customer” ?glad you learned your lesson.

- He moves you by your waists making snide remarks about how youre not doing it right and you should let him show you how.

- And don’t question the way his lips dance across your neck while his hands are on yours, showing you the proper way to prepare orders

- You drop a fry down your shirt while bagging food? Don’t worry, he’ll be sure to shove his fingers in your shirt and get it out for you. But while he’s in there he might as well get a good feel, I mean he’s doing you a favor anyways

- He jerks off in the back room moaning your name loud enough for you and all your coworkers to hear. It’s so embarrassing how they stare at you like you fucked your way into getting this job.

- Oh you want him to quiet down? Better sit on his face to shut him up then

- The correct size for your uniform is always unavailable, or maybe he just likes the way a size too small for you hugs your breasts and leaves them Vulnerable to his stare

- Shit- you made him hard again, well you wanted a rise anyways, so why don’t you just follow him to the back and make him cum all over your face so he can understand how much you really need that 2$ raise.

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gamergguk · 3 years

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When your bully kissed you in front of your ex-boyfriend

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“Jimin please!” you shouted as you picked up your books that he had dodged down on the floor. “Her voice is so annoying, isn't it boys?” he mumbled again and his stupid friends hummed back in agreement.

It was just another day of your life where Jimin wouldn't let you start your day without reminding you about how horrible person he was. Talking sick about you, pushing you in corridors, pranking you, humiliating and embarrassing you were some of his go-to priorities. @jmxslvt

He was the school’s director’s son and he would easily get away with his absurdity. No one would even side you because of his toxic popularity in the whole damn school. Ignoring him and his gang, you quickly grabbed your stuff and began to quickly step towards your first class. You weren't in any mood to handle him further.

“Hey, baby we have the same class let's walk together” he let out from behind In a clear mocking tone. Ignoring his comment, you fastened your pace as your classroom neared. As you reached in, you saw the last seats to be empty. @jmxslvt

Jimin and Jungkook, who shared the first class with you, walked in. Jungkook took a seat ahead of you while Jimin walked back and sat beside you. Ugh. Jimin flashed an obscure devilish smirk. “You hate me don't you baby?” he let out as he sat down. “Yes, I do, ” you replied without having a second thought. “You should,” he said as if it was something to be proud about. @jmxslvt

You decided to ignore him and focus on your work. You pulled out your book along with a pen and started to scribble random stuff to pass the time till the teacher showed up.

“Hey Y/N, wassup?” your attention got carried by Jacob who stood next to your desk. His bag hung low on one side of his shoulder as he took a seat next to you. Well, Jacob was particularly your ex-boyfriend. “Hi” a soft whisper left your mouth. You were not most comfortable with him. There was no reason to be. @jmxslvt

“You know Jessica missed you last night at the party so much. We went out to the same restaurant you and I use to go to” he started to brag about his new girlfriend. The worst part was his new girlfriend was your ex-best friend who your boyfriend cheated you on with. He seemed to have no shame in doing so.

“No offense but dating you was way more complicated that I kind of had to step back from you. What about you? Did you get a boyfriend?” he ridiculed making you feel awful. As if Jimin wasn't enough to make you feel bad about yourself. As you were about to reply with a ‘no’ you felt a hand crawl around your shoulder. @jmxslvt

“I am her boyfriend, do you have a problem with that?” suddenly Jimin spoke up taking you by surprise. Your eyes widened a bit as you shifted your gaze to his which was stern. Jacob let out a sarcastic scoff with a denying nod, “Really? Which boyfriend bullies his girlfriend every damn morning?” he asked back looking at Jimin.

“The boyfriend who doesn't cheat on his girlfriend with her best friend” Jimin answered back making Jacob uncomfortable within a second. You were surprised that Jimin even knew that. “Shut up Park Jimin, you are a basic fuck boy. You having a girlfriend is the last thing school would see,” Jacob spoke out with much more anger now. You sat speechless in between not knowing whom to side or to oppose. @jmxslvt

“Oh really?” Jimin said before placing his fingers below your chin making you face him. He bend forward slowly closing his eyes and you felt dumbfounded. He placed his plump lips over yours and your eyes shut by themselves. He slowly began to kiss you and you felt loud gasps fall over your ears but it really didn't matter in that second.

His other hand behind your shoulder got placed over the nape of your neck as he deepened the kiss. You responded unknowingly liking the feeling of his soft lips.

“Fuck you guys, I knew Y/N, I knew you always had a thing with him. Even when we were together” a fit broke out of Jacob as he furiously got up to change place. Jimin pulled away slowly and you breathe in. You both held eye contact as your cheeks turned red. The whispers continued around you. @jmxslvt

“T-thank y-you” you stammered with embarrassment as you looked down at your hands. “For what?” he asked back. “For backing me up. I never imagined you to be nice,” you replied with an unnoticeable smile. He unleashed a low laugh making you look back at him. “I backed you up cause no one but only I can bully you. Don't think too much. I would never be nice to you.” he admitted in a serious manner leaving you confused. @jmxslvt

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blacknight1230 · 3 years

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Halloween Treat

Jim Hopkins Imagine (Bully: Scholarship Edition)

You switch costumes with Pete, resulting in Jimmy enjoying your Halloween costume.

Twas the night before Halloween. Your most favorite holiday spent at Bullworth Academy. The campus was decorating with glowing jack-o-lanterns, spooky ghosts and bats, and toilet paper hauntingly hanging from the tree branches. And best of all, the student body had free reign to wreak havoc this autumn night. Of course, no one was in there costumes now, a full twenty-four hours until you could do so.

So, you were walking back to your dorms from the mess hall, when you saw a disgruntled Pete on the steps to the main school building. “Hey, Petey, what’s wrong?” you asked the small boy. “Oh, (Y/n), hey” he greeted, hurriedly getting to his feet. “Is everything okay? Is Gary picking on you again?” you questioned, worried about your friend. Pete just nervously shifted from foot to foot, not saying anything. “Petey, come on, talk to me. You’re worrying me,” you begged. “It's stupid, really. It’s not even a big deal,” Petey whined, avoiding eye contact with you. “Well, it obviously is if your this uptight about it. Come on, Pete o’boy, tell Momma (Y/n) all about your troubles. I promise I won’t laugh,” you pestered, poking the young boy repeatedly in the arm. “Ok, fine. It's about my costume,” Pete admitted, finally giving up. “Your costume?” You were confused now; how could Halloween get-up make his this miserable. “You see, I already picked out my costume for tomorrow night. I was really excited about it, but now I’m afraid to be seen in it!” Petey explained, pacing around as he stressed over the situation. “Why? Your costume can’t be that bad,” you tried to reassure Pete. “Ha-ha, well, it's not exactly something Gary or Jimmy would where that’s for sure,” he said, voice shaking. “Then what is it?” Petey sighed and glumly ushered you to follow him.

He led you over to the boys’ dorms and inside the building. You ignored the dilapidated surroundings and B.O. smell as Petey brought you to his room. It really shocked you how Bullworth treated the boys living conditions compared to the girls. Anyway, Petey brought you into his small room and closed the door, before turning to his wardrobe. He opened it up, showing you his costume hanging on the inside of wardrobe door. You didn’t say anything when you saw the bright pink, furry bunny suit. It even had a puffy tail and ears attached to it.

Pete noticed your silence, frowning even more. “Now you see what the problem is. I can’t go out in that! I’ll be the laughing stock of the school and a prime target for the bullies!” he freaked out. “I don’t know what to say, Petey. Do you have another costume to go out in?” you questioned. “Nope. And I have to wear a costume tomorrow. Gary will notice and make fun of me for it.” You took a seat on Pete’s bed, the springs of the mattress squeaking as you put your weight on it. “Well, you’re definitely in a pickle.” “Hey, tell me about it.”

Petey sat next to you, head in his hands. You lightly patted him on the back, “There there. You’ll get through this.” “If only I could switch my costume out with someone else,” Petey mumbled into his hands. A light bulb went off over you head, an idea popping your brain. “Petey, I think I might have an idea,” you excitedly told him. “Wha-, how?” “Just trust me, Petey. Give me your costume and I’ll have another one for you by tomorrow,” you explained. The young boy was hesitate for moment, but he eventually got up and grabbed the accursed bunny suit, handing it to you without a word. “Thanks, Petey, I swear, I won’t let you down!” YOu rushed out his room and towards the dorm hall’s exit, Petey wishing you a disgruntled good luck. Looks like I have a night of work to do, you thought.

~ Time skip ~

It was officially Halloween. And everyone was celebrating like crazy. Pranks ensued as the prefects partied away and the teachers stayed in their lounge. You were walking the school grounds in the costume you spent all night sewing and hemming. A couple of guys ogled your form as you walked past, while the girls complimented you on the costume. You could only smirk as you sucked on a lolly-pop, making your way over to the front of the boy’s dorms. When you got there, you saw Gary, Jimmy, and Petey gathered on the steps to the dorms’ entrance dressed in their costumes.

Garry was dressed up as a Nazi SS soldier, without the symbols and armband. I got to remember to scold him later, you thought, frowning at Garry’s choice of dress up. Meanwhile, Jimmy was dressed up as a skeleton, with black and white face paint, and Petey was dressed up in the Grim Reaper costume you gave him. It was actually the costume you planned on wearing and as it wasn’t gender specific, Petey could wear it without being worried about Gary making fun of him. But Gary being Gary was still pestering poor innocent Petey.

“Come on, Femboy, where’s the bunny costume I got you? Don’t tell me you go rid of it,” Gary threatened. “No, Gary, I traded it with someone and they gave me this,” Petey protested, his voice muffled from behind his skeleton mask. “Don’t lie to me, Petey. You know I don’t like liars. No one would take that damn bunny costume,” Gary said while rolled his eyes. You decided it was time to make your presence known.

“Hello boys,” you called out to them. All three of them turned to look at you, eyes widening at the sight of you. You stood before them in the tailored bunny suit, having cut off the legs and sleeves of the one piece. It was now a sleeveless, booty short one piece with a cinched waist and a lowered neckline. You accessorized the look with hot pink fishnet thigh high stockings and fingerless pink fishnet gloves that end below the elbows. To complete the look, you wore white combat boots and sexy bunny makeup. All three of the boys just stared at you, mouths wide open. Gary was the first to snap out of it, a wolf whistle coming out of his smirking mouth. “Look at you, (y/n). Say, are you going to be our little Playboy bunny for the night?” he teased. “Knock it off, Gary,” Jimmy snapped suddenly. Gary, for once, backed off.

Instead his attention was focussed back onto his Big Prank, as he liked to call it. He forced all four of you to follow him to the side yard of Harrington House, where Chad and the other Preppies lived. It was only then did he explained his twisted little plan. “Ok, here’s the deal. We’re going to feed Chads dog a bunch of this rancid meat then wait for him to take a dump then -” Gary started, a sick smile on his face as he explained the prank formed in his evil little mind. “Man, what the hell. I’m out of here,” Petey cried in disgust, interrupting Gary. He ran away disgusted, Gary just shouting, “Whatever, Pete.” “This prank is nasty, even for you,” you sneered. “Let’s just do this, guys. I’ll explain everything later,” Gary huffed.

You all turned to look around the corner of the archway leading into the side yard, where Chester, the aforementioned dog, was running around. But there was little problem in this ‘brilliant’ plan of Gary’s. Chad was in the yard, playing with the Staffordshire Bull Terrier via frisbee. “Shit, now what do we do,” Jimmy questioned. “What do you mean ‘what do we do’? We fight him, of course. Geez, Jimmy, are you really that much of a pea brain?” Gary snapped. Jimmy opened his mouth to retort back but you stopped him before he could. “Pipe it down, you two. Let me handle this,” you hissed. Without another word, you sauntered up to Chad, seductively swinging your hips.

“Hey, Chad,” you greeted in a sing-song voice. “Oh, ah, hey there darling,” Chad replied once he saw you. You could already tell he was in the palm of your hand as he looked at you with love struck eyes. You were pretty sure it was because of your costume, for without it Chad and all the other boys never would have spared you a second glance. Using your sex-appeal to your advantage, you continued entrapping him in your web. “Oh, nothing. I’m just so bored and lonely tonight. Will a nice strong gentleman like you help me?” you drawled, trailing a gloved hand down Chad’s chest. Sweat started to accumulate around the prep’s hairline and he struggled with his next words. “I would love to, darling. What you wanna do?” “Oh I think I have an idea. You just have to follow me to somewhere a little more private,” you practically whispered into his ear. Chad tensed up and swallowed a lump in his throat, but he allowed you to take his hand and pulled him away from the side yard.

You were just about lead into the space between the left side of the preppies’ dorms and the fence when Jimmy came up behind Chad hit him on the back of the head. The force of the blow caused Chad to fall to the pavement, knocked out cold. “Jimmy! What was that for?” you hissed. “I thought that was your plan. To lure him away and knock him out,” Jimmy said, a faint blush on his cheeks. Before you could figure out why the teen was blushing, Gary hurried past the both of you to Chester. “Who cares what the chick was going to do? We got what we needed,” he voiced over his shoulder as he kneeled down to the dog. “Here you go boy. Have a little trick for a treat. Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum,” he said to Chester as the staffy ate the meat. Immediately after finishing, Chester started whining as he squatted over the grass. “That’s gross!” Jimmy exclaimed as he crossed his arms in disgust. “Poor little guy,” you worried, holding your nose as the barely digested meat exited the poor pooches rear end. As soon as Chester finished with his business, Gary gathered the fecal matter into a brown paper back.

“Score! Alright let’s go to the teacher’s lounge,” Gary ordered. The three of you ran towards the main school building, entering by one its back exits onto the main floor. Jimmy placed the bag of doggy doo in front of the door of the teacher’s lounge. As soon as he set it down, Gary lit a match and brought it close to the paper back. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Gary?” you distressed. All you could think of was possible setting the building on fire. “Don’t worry. It will be funny,” Gary threw off your worries. “Just pulled the fire alarm, Jimmy, and watch fun begin.” Jimmy did as Gary said, striding up to the nearby fire alarm on the opposite wall. He looked around before grabbed the handle and pulling it down.

The air filled the sounds of alarms as Gary, Jimmy, and you hid around the corner. “What the hell is going on?” you heard one of the teachers shout from within the teacher’s lounge. The door opened to reveal Mr. Burton, who once he saw the paper back on fire, tried to put it out by stomping on it. He successfully put out the small fire but now the bottom of shoes where covered in disgusting, half-digested, port-a-potty smelling dog shit. Mr. Burton screamed and gagged as he tried to get the animal turds off his sneakers. You all couldn’t help but laugh as you all ran away and out the side exit, rushing away from the scene of the crime. Next thing you knew, you all were by the front of the academy’s gates, near the dorms.

All of you struggled to breath, hands on your knees as you hunched over from both laughter and the sprinting. “That ... was the most brilliant ... and hilarious ... prank I’ve ever seen!” you complimented Gary. “Even I have to admit, that was a great prank, Gary,” Jimmy confirmed. Gary got a wicked smile on his face, immensely enjoying being complimented on his ‘superior’ brain. “Thank you, thank you, hold your applause, please. I know you all love me,” he boasted, mock bowing to you guys. “Ok, don’t get so full of yourself,” Jimmy sassed. “Whatever, man. You two have fun jacking each other off. I’m going to steal some candy from the nerds,” Gary answered back. He ran off before you and Jimmy could yell at him.

“Well, tonight was surprisingly fun,” you turned to Jimmy. “Looks like my first Halloween in Bullsworth is a success. It's a bummer that its ending already,” Jimmy replied. A light bulb went off over the top of your head, an idea forming in your mind. “Who said it was over? Follow me,” you announced. You sprinted towards the girl’s dorms, motioning Jimmy to follow you. You heard the sound of Jimmy’s footsteps following you as ran to the right side of the building. Quickly and efficiently, you climbed up the lattice bolted to the brick wall and up to the open window on the third floor. Once you stepped foot in the large attic space, you helped Jimmy climb in behind you.

“Whew, you are surprisingly fast,” Jimmy huffed out, struggling to catch his breath after the sprinting and high climb. “Thanks, Jim. Come have a seat,” you acknowledged his compliment. You led Jimmy over to a small area of the attic where you had a pile of comfy pillows and blankets, a tiny tv with a built in VCR situated next to the wall. Fairy lights were struck through the rafters above it, barely lighting up the windowless area. You sat on the pile of pillows and turned on a battery operated camping lantern, finally allowing the both of you to see clearly what you were doing. As Jimmy took a seat next to you, you pulled out a bowl filled with candy. “Want some?” you offered the teen. “Where did you get these?” he questioned, grabbing a handful of assorted candy. “My parents sent me a care package of sorts. They know how much I love Halloween,” you explained, picking out a single piece of (favorite candy). “Wish my mom did something like that. She’s too busy hanging out with her 5th husband on their honeymoon to even think about me,” Jimmy complained. You could see thinking of his absent mother really upset hi, their relationship not on the best of terms. You nudged Jimmy on his costumed shoulder, trying to get him out of this little funk. “Come on, let’s pick out a movie to watch. I have a couple to choose from,” you said. Jimmy gave you a warm smile as you pulled a small pile of VCRs.

The night continued with you and Jimmy stuffing your faces on candy and popcorn as you watched movies from within your secret chilling out spot. You were in the middle of the first movie, a classic slasher film, when Jimmy said something. “Hey, (y/n), back when you were distracting Chad, were you really going to ...” he trailed off. You pulled your eyes away from the TV screen, studying Jimmy. He was sitting on a couple of different colored pillows, leaning back on one of his outstretched arms and feet kicked out in front of him. He was refusing to look you in the eye, signaling that something was up. “What? Oh, that!” you realized what he was talking about. “No! Absolutely not! I was just trying to lead Chad away so we could get what we needed for the prank.”

Jimmy looked relieved, the tension in his shoulders releasing as he let out a sigh. “Ok. Good. I just thought maybe you had a thing for him or something,” he explained. “Jimmy, do think I really would let anyone get with me like that?” you sassed. “Pff, well you are dress up as a more modest Playboy bunny. Any boy would fall for you dressed like that?” he replied, rolling his eyes. It seemed he was trying to change the subject. “Oh, so does that mean you like my costume, Jimmy? Has this little bunny gotten to ya?” you teased. Jimmy’s cheeks got red, as he no longer had his skull face makeup on. He started to stutter out half formed words, his tongue all twisted. You liked seeing so flustered like this. Seeing how you made him this way was kind of cute.

Since meeting Jimmy that faithful school day you started to grow some feelings for the short stocky teen. Seeing how he stood up to bullies, student and faculty alike, and how determined he was to rise to the top in order to survive the hellhole that is Bullsworth was most likely the cause. As well as the way he was so kind to you despite not really fitting in with the cliques of the student body. Heck, you weren’t even that close to Petey and Gary before Jimmy came along. Jimmy brought out the best in you and you loyally followed him on his chaotic adventures, even if they weren’t something you could see yourself doing.

So, your heart fluttered in your chest as you watched Jimmy struggle to find words to talk to you. “I - I actually do like your costume,” he finally admitted. Your heart soared and you tried to hide the impact his compliments had on you. “Really? What do you like about it? It’s nothing specially,” you bashfully replied. “Well, first it brings out your figure without revealing too much. It’s eye catching,” he revealed sheepishly. You could feel yourself blushing under your halloween makeup, it badly hiding your pink cheeks. “Thank you ...that means a lot coming from you,” you replied, flushed.

A stiff awkward silence followed, both of you trying to focus on the slasher film on the tiny TV. You reached over to grab a handful of popcorn without looking, but instead of grabbing the buttery treat, you ended up grabbing Jim’s hand as he also reached for the popcorn without looking. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his warm rough hand in yours, secretly reveling in the sensation. Your eyes trailed down to your conjoined hands, up his arm, and to his face. You were meet with dazzling brown eyes staring into your own. The world seemed to stop as you gazed at Jimmy’s freckled filled face, traces of his face paint still lingering on his skin from where he failed to wipe it off. You noticed the distance between you two was slowly disappearing as subconsciously leaned into each other. “Aw, fuck it,” you heard Jimmy mumble before closing the little distance between you two.

Jimmy’s lips met yours roughly, a little ‘Mmm!’ escaping from you. You couldn’t help but grab onto his stocky shoulders and melt into the kiss, quietly sighing as you did so. You could feel Jimmy’s hands move to grip your waist, everything feeling hot as stereotypical kissing noises filled the attic as you two moved your lips against each other. He taste like candy, you thought to yourself as a hand threaded through his short orange hair.

You could have gone on forever connected this way, but you were both human beings who need air to survive. So you unhappily had to separate from each other, gasping for air as you did so. You trailed a hand gently down Jimmy’s freckled cheek as he looked at you with hooded eyes. You could see the longing within them, one of his hands slowly moving off of your hip, it leaving a lingering touch. “J-Jimmy ...” you stuttered out, not knowing what to say. “That was great. God, how could I not have done that sooner?” Jimmy wondered out loud. “Done it sooner?” you pondered, brain all fuzzy from the kiss. “(Y/n), I like you, a lot. And after seeing Chad’s hands all over you ... I couldn’t handle it,” Jimmy confessed. You thought you died and went straight to heaven. No way your crush was confessing to you. “So, I what I’m basically trying to say is ... will be my girlfriend?” Jimmy finally asked.

You couldn’t stop yourself, planting a kiss right on Jimmy’s reddened lips. You felt Jimmy freeze up from the unexpected action, pulling away from the stiff boy to give him your answer. “Of course, Jimmy. I would be stupid not to,” you said, smiling from ear to ear. A similar smile broke out on Jimmy’s face, reaching out to you to pull you into another kiss. You happily let him, the smile still on your lips as were locked in a passionate embrace. Jimmy pulled you closer as you practically sat on his lap, his hands firmly holding you in his arms. “Best Halloween treat ever,” he chuckled, before proceeding to a makeout session. Best Halloween treat, indeed.

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writerbyaccident · 4 years

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Silver Lining (Yandere Stranger Things! Billy HargrovexReader)

Part Two

This whole fucking hick town was complete shit. The whole place smelled like cow shit, and it all looked like cow shit too. As far as Billy was concerned, Hawkins, Indiana, and everyone in it could get bombed by the fucking Russians, and so long as he was out of the place by then, he wouldn’t shed a single goddamn tear. He could just see himself now, smoking a cigarette as he watched the mushroom cloud, watching gladly as the whole place went up in smoke.

Yeah, he hated every single part of Hawkins. But if Billy absolutely had to pick something about Hawkins that wasn’t absolute crap, he would have to answer with you. You weren’t like the rest of the girls in Hawkins, that he had noticed right away, but you weren’t like the girls back home in California either. He wasn’t totally sure what it was about you exactly, that got under his skin and hooked in his head. All he knew was that when he was with you, he felt happy.

“Hey, Billy,” you greeted him softly from the couch when he walked through the door. Tearing off his jacket, the tension in his shoulders dissolved when he heard your voice. Fuck, he was happy that you were still here. Traffic had been shitty coming back, and he had worried that he was going to miss you before you left. Really, it was stupid for Max to still have a babysitter at her age, but Susan was so neurotic, she insisted on it. But seeing that his dad didn’t trust him to watch Max anymore, and that he probably wouldn’t have ever noticed you if you didn’t take the job, Billy wasn’t too bothered.

“Hey,” he grunted. “Was Max okay for you?”

“Yeah, she’s asleep. She’s never any trouble.”

“Uh huh,” Billy scoffed. “That doesn’t sound like her.”

“Well she—”

“Did you make something?” he interrupted, not wanting to spend his time with you talking about his stupid shitty stepsister. Making his way into the kitchen, he inhaled deeply. “It smells good.”

“I brought some stuff over to make cookies with actually,” you answered with a bashful little smile. Weren’t you just adorable, Billy thought to himself as he flashed you an amused grin, like a little housewife just waiting up for him to come home so you could surprise him. It made for a pretty cute picture. Whenever he saw you in school or around town, you were just as shy and just as sweet. Always giving him a faint smile and a small wave, but never once approaching him like so many of the other girls did. With you though, Billy definitely didn’t mind being the one to take the initiative.

Spying the plate of chocolate chip cookies lying on the counter, Billy grabbed one and took a bite, refusing to take his eyes off of you as he chewed. With his sharp blue eyes digging into you as though you were what he really wanted to devour, you had to look away. Normally, the sight of you too timid to meet his gaze would be nothing but thrilling to Billy in the most carnal way, but tonight it simply left him feeling unsatisfied. As fun as your nervousness was to watch, especially when he knew that it was him making you so frightened, it had gotten old. And besides, there were so many other things Billy would rather be doing with you. So, moving across the room to where you stood, Billy trapped you between the counter and himself, towering over you while you continued to avoid his eyes.

“Are you scared of me or something?” he smirked down at you.

“N—no,” you stammered, shocked by the sudden question. “It’s just that—”

“Aw, you don’t have to lie to me, doll. I know that you are.” Before you could even try to respond, Billy took your jaw in his rough hand and harshly jerked it upwards so that you were looking him in the eye. “Am I really that scary?”

“I’ve seen the way you treat people at school. I know that Max is scared of you. A—and I see you staring at me,” you murmured.

“Well, if I’m so fucking terrifying” he continued, staring not at you but at your lips, “then why the hell do you keep on coming back here?”

“Be—because Max deserves—” Growling at the sound of that name, Billy punched the cabinet beside your head.

“Don’t give me that shit,” he spat. “It’s not Max you’re here for. It’s not her who owns you.”

“Owns me?”

“Yeah, that’s right doll,” Billy purred in your ear. “I own you. Every single fucking piece of you is mine. And deep down you know that. That’s why you keep coming back to this shithole. Because you know that that wherever I am is where you’re supposed to be.”

“Leave me alone,” you whimpered, trying and failing to twist out of his grip.

“Or what?”

“Or—or I won’t come back again.” When Billy stilled for a moment at your answer, you dared to hope that he might actually let you go. But in the very next moment, your hopes were dashed as he gave a cold laugh.

“Go right ahead,” Billy scoffed. “I’ll take over babysitting again then, and you can try to ignore what you know will be happening to Max.”

You opened your mouth to fire back with something, with anything really, but your voice stayed silent. He had cut to the quick with that threat, and you knew that he wouldn’t be afraid to make good on it. Max was good kid, and you could tell that she had been through so much already. You couldn’t leave her to be further tormented and bullied by her stepbrother. And so, knowing that, you had no choice but to nod.

“Good girl,” Billy cooed mockingly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The kitchen now deathly quiet, the both of you heard it the moment the car pulled into the driveway.

“Play nice now,” he hissed to you as the door opened, finally letting you go and moving a few feet away.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove,” you said as the couple entered their house, hoping that the fear still in your voice would be taken for exhaustion. “How was your night?”

“Oh, it was fun,” Susan answered. “Dinner was delicious, and the movie was pretty good.” Neil didn’t answer, a fact that Billy was distantly thankful for. As far as he was concerned, the less you interacted with his dad, the better. Billy was the only one who was allowed to frighten you, and he was not about to give up that right.

“You need a ride home, right?” Neil grunted as he made his way into the kitchen, still holding his car keys in his hand. Mouth twisting at the thought of his dad taking you home, Billy almost broke off a chunk of the kitchen counter with how tightly he was gripping it. He didn’t give a shit if this was his dad, Billy was not about to share you with anybody.

“Um yes that—”

“It’s okay,” Billy interrupted, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist, squeezing it roughly and just daring you to protest. “I’m more than happy to take her home.”

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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thinking about the first time bully!osamu made reader cum 🥹

words: 862

cw: fem!reader, dry humping, thigh riding, name-calling, lots of kissing, cumming in pants, minors dni

atsumu was your first kiss. he stole that from osamu.

since then, osamu has made it his mission to take everything else from you—to have all your other firsts.

he remembers the first time he kissed you. osamu cornered you in the hallway after his brother went into the kitchen, his fingers dug into the skin of your torso and you squirmed to get away from his grasp. he remembers the way you said his name. “samuuu!” in that high-pitched whine of yours.

he promised to let you go if you gave him a kiss. “just a quick one, right here,” he had said, pointing at his mouth. osamu half expected you to immediately say no, push him away, and call for atsumu. but you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, catching him by surprise that he nearly stumbles backwards.

it was sweet, soft, chaste, and over before osamu could properly process what was happening. osamu’s so caught off guard that you’re able to slip past him. “just a quick one, right?” you mumbled before going down the hall.

of course, osamu couldn’t actually stop at just one. he’d corner you again later that night asking for another one. he did it again a few days after that and then once more after that. anytime osamu could get you alone, he’d ask for a kiss. he’d hold your homework or books or anything over your head and wouldn’t give it back unless he felt your lips against his.

one night you came over to do homework and watch a movie with the boys. atsumu, exhausted from practice, had fallen asleep halfway through and curled up on his side of the couch. realizing his brother was knocked out, osamu was quick to drag you to his room, pulling you into his lap and cradling your face in his hands. “lemme play with ya a bit,” he says, kissing you with fervor. osamu can feel you tense up as you become overwhelmed, but he doesn’t give you the chance to push him away.

he bullies his tongue into your mouth, something he’s only done a handful of times and it never fails you have you writhing in his hold. you’re gasping when osamu finally pulls away to catch his breath, fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt. “is it too much? good,” he coos, positioning you so you’re straddling his thigh. osamu groans when he feels the heat from your cunt and it gets him thinking.

“let’s try somethin’, okay?” you’re confused at first until osamu flexes his thigh, forcing a moan out of you. the sound makes him want to push you down to the mattress and pound into you, but he fights the urge. you’re not ready…yet. for now, he kisses again, applying pressure to your center and swallowing up the cute noises you made.

each time you pushed at his chest, trying to get a second to breathe or tell him, “samu, i can’t,” he’d grab you by the neck, pulling you back in. you shudder against him at first, inexperienced body not knowing what to do with everything you’re feeling. but after more of osamu’s prodding, you start grinding against him and feverishly return his messy kisses.

“ya like it, hm?” osamu breathes against your mouth, hands touching every part of you that he could reach. “such a bad girl gettin’ off on my thigh. can feel how wet ya are, are ya close, dummy?”

your head is buried in the crook of his neck, too shameful to look him in the eye. but osamu can feel your heavy breaths against his skin. “feels so good, samu,” you sigh, hips stuttering to get more stimulation. “think m’gonna—ah, samu, i’m gonna!” osamu shushes you with his lips, bouncing his thigh against your cunt just to hear your whines.

you thrash in osamu’s lap when you cum, still humping your cunt against him as you go through the motions of your orgasm. osamu leans back to get a good look at you and holy fuck does afterglow look amazing on you.

you’re wide-eyed and breathless. stray tears run down your face as you slump against osamu. meanwhile, his mind is racing. he thinks you’ve never looked prettier, osamu leans in to kiss you once more. it’s different from all the other ones he gave you tonight, much more passionate.

he stays like that with you for a while until you start squirming in his arms, feeling uncomfortable sitting in your own arousal. “yer such a fuckin’ baby, i swear,” osamu complains under his breath, pulling you off of him. “go take clean yerself up, i’m gonna get ya a change of clothes.” osamu sends you to the bathroom before you could start to whine.

atsumu wakes up hours later to find you sitting on the couch. “what happened to yer clothes?” he asks innocently when he notices you’re wearing osamu’s sweatpants.

“the dumbass spilled juice on herself,” osamu barks from the kitchen, helping himself to a snack. the elder twin looks back at you, chuckling at your clumsiness. your cheeks heat up, but it isn’t from the boy’s teasing.

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lilyundertaker · 2 years

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April bullies day 14 - My little housewife

Pairing: bully!Toji Fushiguro x reader;

Genre: college AU, smut, one-shot;

Warnings: 18+, bullying, non-con/dub-con, none consensual blowjob, cumeating, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink, homophobic themes;

Synopsis: you destroy playboy Toji's life at highschool prom, making it look like he's gay, thus he gets sent to some institution for gay people by the Zenin clan. Unfortunately, he comes back to haunt you at college, now with a single intention in his head - to destroy your future.

Note: in rl I fully support LGBTQ+ gang, and the homophobic stuff is purely for the plot here.

The high school prom was a BLAST! The memories of it were still lingering at the back of your mind, but the best thing that came out of it – it was the last time you’d ever see Toji Fushiguro, or at least you’d only see him after years. The reason why you hated the guy so much was due to his infamous school-playboy reputation, one of his conquests being your own best friend, who went to a therapist after the whole thing got exposed. The prom night was a perfect day to put your revenge at motion.

Toji must’ve been surprised out of his mind when you accepted his invitation to prom as well as to spend the night at a near-by hotel room. So far you had been the final name missing from his list of conquest and he was way too happy to finish it before moving on to his next domain, that he never caught even a whisp of your true intentions.

Let’s just say that after all the fun n dancin’ you excused yourself to your room, saying that you needed 20 minutes to prepare yourself, whilst he pumped himself up with drinks of all sorts of colors. When he finally came staggering to the hotel room, he was so happy to see a beautiful body outline hidden under the blanket, so he rid himself from most of his clothing. But as soon as he pushed himself under the covers, you stepped out of the bathroom, pulled the covers off and took a picture of Toji kissing your gay friend.

The shock on everyone’s faces of the revelation that Toji was gay, has been printed in your memory. What’s more, his prestigious family made a whole family drama for him, as they were well know for their arranged marriage breeding program (basically those people are very pressing over the importance of producing offspring), so you could only imagine how Toji got himself beat up for something that wasn’t really his fault. But as the saying goes – revenge is best served cold, and you sure as hell went by the book.

The thing was, you didn’t feel the least bit sorry for him, as he had broken your best friend’s heart and caused you lots of trouble and drama during your school years, just because you refused to sleep with him. The worst thing he had done to you was putting hot glue in your hair which caused some burns at the back of your neck, plus you were forced to shave a bit of your hair for better treatment. And all that just because you wouldn’t jump in bed with him.

Currently you were studying at the Metropolitan Technical college and in short it was all you had imagined – amazing teachers, huge libraries, loads of juicy information and the best thing of all was definitely your new classmates, who were all of mature character. There had been one classmate, who would be learning remotely for the first month, due to his or her other duties, that included family business.

By the end of your first month, you received a group assignment, where there would be four people per group. You got paired of with Kento Nanami and Satoru Gojo and the mystery fourth person, who would appear at school somewhere during next week. You had pretty much forgotten about the phantom 4th member as you were considering a potential thesis at the library with Nanami and Gojo.

You were so nose-deep in books that you didn’t notice how Nanami and Gojo had quieted down and were greeting the last member of the group, who turned out to be none other than Toji Fushiguro of the Zenin clan. You felt as if all air had been sucked out of your lungs as he smiled politely at you. “Do you guys know each other?” “No!” you quickly shouted out not even paying attention to who asked the question. Instead, you quickly grabbed your things and left in a hurry to the dormitory, making things even more awkward.

The entirety of the next month would be spent by partially attending lectures and partially working on the assigned project. Your current situation felt like walking on eggshells, fearing that at any moment Toji may snap and repay you in kind for the embarrassment you had caused him, but surprisingly he did nothing. Toji would interact with you only whilst your team were working on the project, but otherwise he’d let you be and wouldn’t even talk to you. Considering his past behavior, you were 50% convinced he might’ve actually grown more mature, since he was calm and quiet, spending nearly all of his time on academics, whilst the rest was divided by eating and sleeping.

So, when it was nearly time of the presentation you all had to divide the parts that you’d be speaking in front of the class. Nanami would start with the introduction, whilst you’d be explaining the body of your work. Gojo took on the part of arguments, leaving the conclusion and affirmation of thesis to Toji, but, since you had worked that out mostly by yourself, you all agreed that two days before presenting Toji would discuss his part with you.

That day you were as clueless as Toji had been on the prom night. The only difference was that Toji got drunk on cocktails, while you were currently drunk on studies, doing your absolute best to get excellent grades. When he came to your room at midday, you politely invited him in and offered him a drink, to which he responded by shutting your doors loudly and turning the key to lock the door. Once you looked back to him an angry scowl decorated his face.

You were surprised by his sudden change of attitude, but still thought it might be because the group left him the last bite at the project, and you were ready to bargain with him. All such thoughts perished once he backed you up against the bed and fell on it with you crushed underneath him. That is when you finally realized that something was wrong it wasn’t about the project.

“Ya actually had the gall to imagine I’d forget what you did to me that night?” He was fuming. His brute strength, which you hadn’t really noticed before all of a sudden became frightening to you and currently all you wished for was to get as far away from him as possible.

“I was forced to stay four moths at some straightening program, just because my family thought I was a bloody homosexual.” He discarded you of your shirt and leggings with one arm, while holding both of your arms in a tight grip with the other one.

“All that lecture about how important it is to produce children, the need to beat up all of those other guys, just so they’d stop flinging their cocks in front of my face destroyed my perception of the world, so…” you looked in his eyes trembling as he took off his own shirt and tied your arms with his belt. “…I think it’s only fair that I destroy your future in return.” He tightened it around your wrists, making you wince, and rolled you over so that you were laying on your belly and your ass was up against his clothed crotch. You knew full well what would follow.

“Hold your horses! Listen! This-, I…” you didn’t even know what to say to him and how to get out of this situation. “How is this gonna destroy my future huh? Really think Imma stop my study’s just because you finished your goddamn list?” That was a clear challenge for Toji and he was happy to answer. He leaned down so that his breath brushed against your ear. “You’ll find out once I’m finished inside of you.”

You used your body’s advantage and slipped out of Toji’s grip. You bolted right for the bathroom, hands still bound, but you couldn’t make it in time as Toji had grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back in room.

“M’gonna teach you how to behave, so that you’ll be good to me, my little wife.” You had hoped you heard wrong, or perhaps he was confused, or he said the wrong word. Once you looked up to him again, he was fully naked, and his cock was rock hard n full of blood.

“But first, before we can get to the main course, you gotta take care of my hard on.” You had no time to react when his cock was already in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Your arms were pushing against his thick thighs, “Yeah baby, use them claws on me!” he grunted out and bobbed your head faster, making you choke. A mixture of saliva and his pre was leaking from the corners of your mouth and he, being a gentleman, wiped the corners for you.

It was troublesome to breathe through your nose whilst your mouth was stuffed full of Toji’s cock, but as he soothingly cooed that’s rights and good girls at you, you somehow relaxed and were able to finish the deed easier. Or more accurately, he was the one to finish the deed in your mouth.

You were coughing and inhaling sharp breaths as his seed dripped out of your mouth onto the cold floor. “That’s a good start into making a lil housewife outta you.” He praised and pulled you again by the hair to face you. “I guess I should reward you, but I’m in a bit of a rush, so let’s cancel it to some other time.”

It wasn’t exactly clear for you to why he was rushing things all of a sudden, but then again it would be weird if he’d walked out of the all-girl’s floor after such a long time, as it was a taboo for students to wonder on the floors assigned for the opposite gender at the dormitory. All meetings were supposed to be carried out at study areas to lessen the numbers of young mothers and fathers.

Finally, he got off the belt, allowing your blood flow return to it’s natural rhythm. Toji kissed you all of a sudden, but you came to learn that it was merely a diversion to mask the fact that his cock entered you in a sharp, piercing thrust, making you scream in his mouth.

“Chill out wifey, m’not gonna move until it’s all better for you, kay?!” he assured, giving some comfort to your aching soul. You held a tight grip on his shoulders as a way to force out the frustration of the pain you felt in your beating cunt. Some blood came sticky out of your vagina, but you mistook it for your own juices and finally allowed Toji to move. And boy did he move. Your tits were bouncing like crazy from the precise and dominant thrusts he was punching your way.

The best thing about this torture had to be the fact that Toji wouldn’t leave your mouth unattended and stucks his own tongue as for as it would go in your mouth, exploring every spot of your wet cavern. You could tell that his tongue was super-experienced, which was no surprise, considering how many of your former classmates he had split on his cock, whilst sticking his tongue down their throats.

Your eyes were closed shut as you released small moans and whimpers in Toji’s mouth, while he still drilled his hips in yours. You felt Toji’s pace speeding up as he was closing in on his release, before he parted from the kiss and grabbed you tightly, digging his cock as deep as he could to release his warm seed inside your pussy.

At that moment you felt as if you had been woken up from some kind of a spell, because you began banging on his chest and telling him to let go, going nuts over the fact that you might not get plan b in time. “Toji please, let…” “Shhhh, it’s all ok little wifey, you’re gonna look so pretty with you little baby bump, paddling around the house, cooking dinner for me.” For a moment you thought that he might be delirious, drunk on some distant fantasy, but then you remembered again. What he said. He told you he’d make a wife out of you. A fucking wife! You, a first-year college student, would be forced to leave your studies, just because your asshole of a classmate knocked you up out of spite and…revenge.

For a second you thought whether Toji was feeling as hopeless as you were now after you had made that whole gay shit charade. It didn’t matter though cause currently you were being impregnated by your enemy, his sperm probably already reach your egg so it would be only a question of time before Toji Fushiguro gives the Zenin clan a formal introduction of his little wife.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #reader #you #april bullies

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iivyhearts · 2 years

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main trio with a chronic insomniac who's always exhausted

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jimmy

he gets it- he really gets it; he's actually on sleeping meds

always buys you your favourite coffee in the morning

in the classes you two share he doesn't let you doze off

loves holding your hand, lets you rest your head on his shoulder too

he also struggles with sleep, so the two of you sneak off campus to his lighthouse to try and sleep there instead

cuddles 100

loves cuddling you and telling you stories from past schools to try and help relax you

if you ever actually fall asleep on him he lays extremely still, does not move until you wake up

loves rubbing your back until you doze off <3

coffee dates are a must- spoils you with caffeine

doesnt mind you taking naps on him when he does stuff, he likes sitting down on his bed when drawing/painting so he lets you lay on his lap/stomach

forehead smooches when you're half asleep <33

petey

he actually sleeps soundly so he can't ever imagine what feeling that tired would be like

if you accidentally wake him up he asks what's wrong before giving you cuddles

he always falls asleep before you though, he can't help it he's a huge cuddle bug <3

also tries to buy you coffee everyday but he doesn't get money like jimmy so it's every other day

reads to you to try and get you to sleep, he has a great reading voice

likes when you lay on his chest, even if you're taller than him, your weight is so comforting (he will doze off tho)

i feel like he would try sleep aid with you, also tries pampering you/caressing your face until you fall asleep

tries his best to help you but it backfires a lot so he falls asleep instead <3

gary

before dating he would definitely make fun of you

poked fun at the heavy bags under your eyes too

also teased you for napping in class (still does)

when he starts dating you, he starts to realise just how serious it is

he's had his fair share of all nighters, but he's never seen anything like what you go through

if you go so long w/out sleep that you start hallucinating he will force you to bed with some sleeping pills that he totally got legally ;)

he's normally not one for cuddling but if you're that tired (and he's on his meds) he lets you curl up next to him as he schemes

you get spoilt with coffee more than what jimmy gets u bc gary comes from a rich background

when you do fall asleep he will be secretly pampering you, running his fingers through your hair, kissing your face, rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings

will always insist you were dreaming it all if u woke up

when he's asleep you can get away with cuddling him straight up

will never admit it but he loves chest to chest cuddling, especially if you rest your head on his shoulder or on his chest

if you want him to tell you anything about his past or read to you, he will laugh at you and tease you a little

however,,, because he loves you so much, he will tell you some things about his past that he finds funny when you're half asleep

he has to sleep with a fan on so if that helps you too then thats a plus

sometimes you're the one pampering him when he's off his meds and busy overthinking and scheming the end of bullworth

helps you stay awake throughout the day by generally being annoying

he pokes you, tickles you, scares you, he bites your neck sometimes too

absolute menace

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angelplummie · 3 years

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i need more bully iwa please god

more NO ONE

BULLY IWA X FEM READER

masterlist

thank god you said that cuz i need to write more i was praying someone would ask for this omg, this became hella long even though i wrote it in like one day, i’m so obsessed with this man

if you haven’t read the first part, i suggest you read that first then come back to this, or else this won’t make a lot of sense. this is the third part two if u want to read more!

warnings: super toxic relationship/dynamics, boy got anger issues, super obsessive thoughts, obsessive behaviour, suggestive, kinda frantic in some parts???, dark content possibly??? idk proceed with caution, jealousy, possessive behaviour,

ok, picture this, you didn’t end up telling him the truth when he pulled you aside in the halls, and you just left him there more confused than ever.

You pretending like you’re not obsessed with him to protect yourself more is driving him NUTS like he’s being snapping at oikawa, yelling at teachers, and what makes matter worse, he starts picking on random nerds (no girls tho) so you really do think you’re replaceable.

he’s had more detentions in two weeks than most get in their lives, he’s literally going insane but every time he tries to get you to tell him why you’re being like this you just flounce away or pretend he’s not there.

he can’t believe he’s actually laying off because you want him to, but now, he realises it’s only fun if you want him to torment you, if you stop caring then there’s no use chasing you around.

That would make him desperate one, and he would never stoop so low (even though he really really wants to.)

life settles into this weird limbo, both of you longing for each other day in day out, but denying yourselves for the sake of pride. the only difference is iwa is a frantic anxious ball of rage, constantly on edge, and you’re a lifeless shell, robbed of the one person you thought have two shits about you. even if he showed it in the ugliest way, he was the only thing that gave you joy. With out him you were nothing to anyone.

you were nothing.

that is, until your walking past the gym after school. The afternoon was still and quiet, like the rest of your mundane purposeless life. Suddenly, a volley ball slams into the back of your head. You gasp and clutch the back of your head, but quickly straighten up, mostly unfazed. You turn around, eyes vacant, you’re not sure why but you were going to apologise to whoever it was. you spot a fourth of the volleyball teams beloved third years, Matuskawa Issei looking at you apologetically.

You scan the gym. He isn’t there.

“Jeez, i’m sorry about that,” he said as he jogged towards you, “you aren’t hurt are you?”

You peered up at him. He was tall, very tall. And skinny. Apart from that, he kinda looked like Iwaizumi if he did a lot of pot. You missed Iwaizumi.

“No, i’m good. It was just a shock.”

why did you add that?

You silently cursed yourself, embarrassed by your disregard of social hierarchy. You can’t share things with popular people until they show you you can.

he doesn’t care. he’s only asking because he would look heartless if he hit a girl and didn’t apologise. he knows you’re a freak, everyone does. he doesn’t care.

“Aren’t you Y/N?” he asked, holding the ball against his hips with one hand.

“Yeah.”

“I thought your short story was amazing.”

huh?

“what?”

“your short story? the one you entered for the Budding Writers competition a month ago? I saw it on the website, the honourable mentions bit. You should’ve won, I thought it was incredible. The ending gave me chills.”

what is going on?

“Oh, thank you. That’s kind of you...” your voice trails off.

“Not at all, the story was so vivid, i felt like i was there, yknow?”

You felt heat spread across your face, you were glad you didn’t have to respond as he continued.

“I entered too but...” he puffed out a breathe, rubbing the back of his neck, “i think i struggle with characterisation. they all sound like the same person. And it doesn’t help that my spellings so bad, the poor judge had to email me to ask what i meant when i wrote ‘aktooally’”

A small giggle left your mouth, and he looked down at you with a little smile on his face. He looked pleased he’d been able to make you laugh.

This was weird. Really weird. Like, really really really weird. Why was he being so nice? he must want something? But even then, his teammates are right in there, shouldn’t he be embarrassed for even talking to you? Hasn’t he heard? You’re a crazy girl obsessed with a popular kid, one of his best friends, a desperate slut that would do anything for a scrap of attention. that’s what the school knows you as, why isn’t he trying to back away from you?

He cleared his throat after a brief pause, eyes fixed on the dirt of the school yard.

“I better get back, i hope we can talk again.”

“Sure”, you squeaked as you watched him walk back to his friends.

you turned jerkily on your feet and continued on your way home.

this interaction continued to replay in your mind, all night, the whole time you got ready, the whole time you walked to school, the whole time in your morning periods.

When you sat down in the corner for lunch in the cafeteria, you were still thinking about it, until you heard the clatter of a tray across from you, and your eyes shot up.

Matuskawa Issei? Again?

“Hey, is anyone else sitting here?”

He knew no one was, you always ate alone, but you liked that he asked. Like he was fighting for your attention.

“Nope.”

You tried sounding nonchalant, but that was ruined immediately by the shake in your voice. He was so nice to you, you felt like if he’d let you, you would be his friend. He would never replace Iwaizumi, but you wanted someone to talk to so bad.

So he sat with you at lunch, ignoring the side looks he got and iwaizumis scorching glare, enjoying your company.

He watched from the other side of the hall, eyes twitching, jaw clenched, stabbing at food.

What the hell were you talking to him for? Somewhat more pressingly, what the hell was he talking to you for?

He thought it had worked, making you embarrass yourself. Although he disguised it as a way to show his power over you, the only real reason he really did all that shit was to make all the other boys leave you alone. He hated seeing anyone but him talking to you like you didn’t belong to anyone, like you didn’t already have a... man. you were unequivocally his, so why was his own friend talking to you. Not only was he talking to you, you were talking back, and... laughing.

Iwaizumi had never made you laugh, for obvious reason, but that didn’t mean his blood didn’t boil watching someone else do it. If anyone should decide if you laugh or not, it should surely be him.

So, that day at after practice, or after trying to hit the ball as hard as possible at Matsukawa, Iwaizumi pulled the middle blocker aside.

“You good?” Matsukawa panted, taking a swig from his water bottle.

“What the fuck are you doing talking to Y/N?”

Matsukawa paused before sighing.

“I wasn’t gonna bring it up, but don’t you think it’s time you leave her alone? Haven’t you done enough?”

Iwaizumiz brows furrowed, damn Oikawa, he promised he wouldn’t tell anyone.

“Oikawa told me everything you did, and I gotta say, your taking this tough kid thing too far. Can’t you see the poor kid ain’t right? She clearly-“

“Don’t act like you know her, you don’t know anything.”

Matsukawa scoffed.

“Oh and you do? Look, I don’t care if you hate her or wanna fuck her or what, but she could use a friend right now, so that’s what i’m doing.”

Iwaizumi ground his teeth together, fists clenched, he had never been more mad.

“And I don’t care about what you think she could use right now, you better stay clear. I’m not joking.”

“Oh yeah? or what?”

Iwaizumi nearly jumped on him, but coach was right there, and he couldn’t afford another detention.

He just scowled and stomped out the gym, not bothering to change.

Iwaizumi knew the bastard was lying, he knew he just wanted to get in your pants, he knew you were vulnerable and he thinks he could pull you.

It made him itch thinking about anyone getting close to you. Even if Matsukawa didn’t really mean to fuck you (even though he knew that was what it was) there’s no way he wouldn’t want you eventually. You were just so... ugh. If you weren’t such a weirdo, everyone would want you. Which is exactly why Iwaizumi made you a weirdo, but the truth would come out soon if this new ‘friendship’ continued. The only way to stop all this was by getting you back to his little obsessed devotee. He could convince you to ditch your new buddy, and he could have you all to himself again, everything would be back to normal. He just had to set aside his pride for a moment. It would be hard but he couldn’t be on edge like this forever, he swore he was going to end up killing somebody. Besides, if what he had in mind worked out, he would have you back, right where he wants you.

You longed for your former tormenter, but Matsukawa was making it easier. He sat with you again today, he was actually quite fun to talk to.

It wasn’t until you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, promising to be back soon, that he struck.

He waited for you to be done and stood outside the girls bathroom, heart pounding when he heard the dryer. He missed you so much, and he was gonna talk to you again. Even if he was constantly frustrated because of you and was particularly furious right now, he would still bask in being close to you.

“Hey there, whore,” he whispered as you exited the bathroom. You jumped at the sight of him, but your expression went blank after, and you turned away.

“What do you want?” you said coldly, avoiding his eyes. Your heart was thumping. It had been ages since he’d spoken to you.

“Don’t take that tone with me after you won’t even tell me why you’re mad. I could’ve fixed it by now if you weren’t so stubborn.” he sniffed.

Your ears perked up at this. He wanted to.. fix it?

when he saw you look at him from the corner of your eye he smirked. He knew it, he knew you still liked him.

From what he had gathered, he upset you somehow, but you didn’t stop liking him. This meant his plan would work perfectly.

“Come with me.”

He grabbed your wrist, and yanked you towards an empty classroom. You wriggled feebly but he only tightened his grip. That was ok though, you didn’t really want him to let go.

You didn’t know what this meant, but you think it meant something good.

He wanted to make it up to you.

Even if he had a really weird way of showing it, he had to care, at least a tiny bit, didn’t he?

The depression that had decimated your life for the past weeks lifted in an instant. There was hope again. You’d have to hear him out a bit more to be sure, but from what was happening, it seemed promising.

Once you got inside, he let go of you and closed the door behind you. Before you had time to ask him again what he wanted, you were slammed up against the wall by your shoulders, Iwaizumi towering over you.

“I don’t care if you’re angry at me, why the hell would you talk to Matsukawa?”

Your heart flutters.

He noticed? He’s been watching? He doesn’t want you talking to another man? This was too much, you were getting dizzy.

“I-I don’t know... I have no friends, so-so when he came and spoke to me, I couldn’t tell him to leave, it would’ve been rude.”

“Oh, but you can tell me to leave just fine? You’ve got a lot of nerve, you know that?” he drawls.

He really wasn’t all that mad at you, but it was still fun watch you stutter and squirm as you tried to defend yourself.

“It’s not like that Iwaizumi-!” you squeaked.

“Then what is it like?”

“He’s just nice to me... It’s not like I’m...”

You turn your face away. You don’t wanna admit it, because you’re not 100% sure he feels the same.

“Not like you’re what?” his words were harsh as ever, but his tone had somewhat softened.

“It’s not like I’m replacing you...” you whispered, barely audible.

His cock stirred in his trousers. You liked him so much, he could feel it, it made him so hard. He wanted to take you right there, but lunch would be over soon, and he couldn’t be seen with you.

He let out a bark of laughter, and one hand slid from your shoulder to the softness of your neck. You shivered as his thumb smoothed over the skin, it felt so nice, so loving.

“Of course you aren’t.”

He bent down, now eye level with your throat. He could feel your pulse going crazy, he basked in every second of it.

“Because you’re mine, right?”

He leant in, lips slightly parted. He looked up to see you watching him, and he nearly moaned at your expression. You looked so anxious, so helpless, it made him wild.

On the inside, you were euphoric.

I am his.

He wants me to be his.

I love him so much.

And he likes me too..

Agonisingly slow, his lips made contact with the side of your neck he wasn’t holding. He lazily grazed his tongue over the spot his mouth enclosed. The sensation made you quiver, it was all you could do to stop yourself from whining.

“I think you know that, I think I know that. But I don’t think Matsukawa knows that.”

His voice was low and sultry, his knee wedged between your legs. It was all you could do not to hump his thigh, but you didn’t want him to scold you right now, even if you knew he liked it really. You just wanted him to say more nice things.

Without warning, he began sucking furiously on the spot he had kissed, occasional wet sounds coming from his mouth.

You were so wet, you don’t think you’d ever been wetter. You’re lucky he was holding you against the wall still, your knees would have buckled for sure by now.

He bit down lightly on the flesh, making you yelp, before kissing this spot and pulling back. He smiled at the little mark he had left. it was an ugly purple, but it was him. He was on your skin now, and Matsukawa would surely know that. If anyone else noticed, they would just credit it to assume you faked it so you could say Iwaizumi did it. Cute.

“Do you think he’ll know who you belong to now?”

You couldn’t be any happier than your were right now, pussy pulsing between your thighs. You couldn’t hide the dreamy look in your eyes as you nodded, corners of your mouth in a little smile.

“Hmm. Well, if he tries speaking to you again, tell him to fuck off ok? I don’t want you speaking to him.”

“Yes Iwaizumi.”

“Don’t talk to any men that you don’t have to but me.”

“Yes Iwaizumi. I don’t care about them anyway.”

Perfect. You were perfect. His head felt fuzzy, he liked you so much, you were so perfect.

“Good girl,” he breathed, grip loosening on your shoulder.

You could’ve cried you were so happy, you wanted him to hold you and cuddle you. You wanted to marry him, you wanted to be together forever.

“You’ll quit with the silent treatment, won’t you?” he sighed, it was all fine and well now, but you could still be in a grump with him tomorrow, he couldn’t be sure.

“Yes Iwaizumi, I’m not mad anymore.”

How could you be?

He grunted and stepped back. The bell would ring any second, he had to leave before anyone saw him with you.

“I want you to bring me coffee tomorrow morning, and it better be fucking hot.”

so i can see you again soon.

You nodded, your eyes following him as he got closer to the door.

“Meet me at the bike sheds at 8:30, not a minute later.”

I don’t want to waste any time with you.

You nodded again, and he left the classroom without another word.

You sank to the floor, legs trembling.

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

Thank you so much for reading!!! i love writing these so much u have no idea, bully content makes me feral, PLEASE request more bully stuff i’m literally begging you i can’t get enough. I really love this dynamic too (from a literary perspective not in an way where i actually condone it LMAO) so it very fun for me! as always, reblogs appreciated, and i hope u have a wonderful day!!

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komotionlessqueenmm · 5 years

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Imagine # 291

Gif NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2019

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years

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hi hiiiiii i see your req are open but if its not feel free to ignore !!!

can i ask octatrio with a gn gen z reader ??

like maybe someone tried harming them by throwing a potion at them but they caught it mid air and threw it back ? or they can curse someone in the most creative way possible without saying a bad word or smth ??? or or they troll people with deez nuts jokes

romantic or platonic up to you !! i just crave chaotic mc content

【 i have the power of god and anime on my side ! 】

author's note: yes. that's all i can say to this req. and with the octatrio ? you're an anon after my own heart. this is gonna go the more platonic crack route and i sincerely apologize for how many deez nuts jokes i used :')))) (i have a 10-year-old's sense of humor istg) so enjoy the chaotic prefect content !

characters: azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech

gender neutral! prefect, headcanon, request <3

The Octavinelle dorm members were very much aware of the magicless Prefect from another world. After all, it was them who just happened to be in the center of Azul's overblot incident. However, what they didn't expect was how...chaotic the Prefect was on a daily basis. It wasn't like they regretted befriending the Prefect, but they really had to wonder if this was how everyone in their old world acted...

Jade Leech

(small warning: slight violence + rough housing, nothing graphic)

the first time jade really saw the full force of the prefect's eccentric personality was by accident. he didn't mean to eavesdrop, but he was surprised to see the prefect being surrounded. moreover, he was more than familiar with this corner of school. it was where he would do his beatings, since it was quiet and out of the way.

as he watched, he heard them aim a barrage of insults towards the prefect. he was very much looking forward to their reply.

they only smiled, "y'know that's not very succon of you, to corner someone as helpless as me."

one of the boys looked at them weird, "what's a succon?"

the prefect had smiled widely, "SUCC ON DEEZ NUTS!" there was a silence before the prefect was laughing so hard that it echoed off the walls.

"i guess you pricks are as stupid here as in my world," they said between laughter. "i can't believe you'd fall for a deez nuts joke, oh this is rich!" oh? that piqued jade's interest. were jokes in their world really that effective at riling people up?

he guessed it was true because the group all turned red with anger. one of them shouted, "that's such a childish joke!" jade agreed, but there was a sharp smile twitching on his face at how easily provoked they were. this was turning into quite the show.

"y'all still fell for it though~" they singsonged before mocking. "'whut's a succon?' man, you guys are the whole circus right now. actual maidenless behavior."

"listen you weakling," one of them grabbed the prefect by the collar. and maybe this was jade's cue to step in. he knew floyd and azul would be very upset if they walked into mostro lounge with a black eye. (and he would be too, he'd grown just a tiny bit attached to them.) but before he could step in, a punch was thrown, hitting them straight in the jaw.

there was a short silence before the prefect wailed, "oohhhh, call an ambulance! call an ambulance!!" it stunned the bullies long enough for them pull out a broom from behind their back. they must've been hiding it this whole time. "BUT NOT FOR ME!" they swung the broom and it made a satisfying cracking noise when it hit one of the goons over the head.

jade had to step in after seeing the bullies finally pull out their magical pens. he couldn't help the wide smile on his face when he saw them pulling faces whilst very much using him as a shield.

"now, prefect, as a repayment for saving you, could you please tell me more about these 'deez nuts jokes' of yours?"

their eyes sparkled, "absolutely. i've been dying to have a deez nuts comrade."

in terms of deez-nuts-ability, jade is able to avoid a good portion of deez nuts jokes by answering in a way that makes it impossible to tell a deez nuts joke.

"hey jade?" "yes?" "do you like wendy's?" "i'm afraid i do not know anyone called wendy." "jade you're no fun," they would say, pouting.

as to why he was so interested in deez nuts jokes...well, they're useful. he added them to his repertoire when azul sends him to deal with some troublemakers. it was quite effective at breaking them down quicker, and it made them attack him first, so he had justifications of why he was fighting in the first place. after all, who would believe someone who said they got mad because he had told them a joke?

Floyd Leech

floyd was kinda aware of the little shrimp's interesting behaviors. he was also the fastest to catch on to their antics. actually, floyd had once asked them about it when he was bored, and they were more than happy to share with him the ins and outs of "gen z culture".

and floyd? floyd had loved it. he was someone that would memorize anything he liked, and he was like a sponge as he committed everything shrimpy said to him to memory.

sometimes he would use the phrases around azul and jade. "ugh, azul, you're kinda being a sussy baka right now."

floyd smiled brightly when he saw the twitch in azul's brow as he tried not to explode at him. "floyd. please stop using that...slang in our conversations."

and would floyd stop ? no he won't.

"eh~ don't wanna, me 'n shrimpy have a thing going. i'm supposed to see how many 'sussy bakas' it takes to make you angry-" floyd was put on dishwashing duty right after that comment.

he especially liked it when he invited the little shrimp to cheer him on during his basketball games. the little shrimp was very spirited, and even made a banner for him.

"what's this, what's this~ could it be, shrimpy's in love with me..?" "not in a million years," they pulled out two more. "and besides, i made them for ace and jamil too."

"awww," floyd pouted. "so i'm not simp-worthy?" they snickered at that, "of course you are, i put extra glitter on yours."

he was feeling especially good, now that he had his daily dose of shrimpy. and it definitely showed in his playing. he wanted to impress the little shrimp, so he quite literally brought out his a-game.

whenever he would score, he'd look over at the stands to see shrimpy cheering, "stan floyd leech to win the game!"

or "bruh, he's on x-games right now! let's fricken goooo!"

or his personal favorite, "YEAH! go floyd!! that's my little pogchamp!"

he couldn't really contain it all that well during breaks, so he'd go squeeze them while the rest of the team reconvened on the bench. yes, it made him super extra happy to have the little shrimp cheering for him.

in terms of deez-nuts-ability...floyd didn't care. he liked deez nuts jokes! he liked telling them, he liked seeing shrimpy tricking others into it, and he also liked falling for them. his shrimpy was so creative and they kept coming up with new ones.

sometimes they'd come straight to mostro lounge just to tell him the new joke, "floyd, floyd, i've got a new one! this one's big brained."

he would turn away from whatever he was doing in order to fully appreciate the joke, "alright, shoot shrimpy."

"do you want bofa?" they were practically vibrating, and floyd was also getting excited with them. "bofa what?"

"bofa deez nuts in your mouth!" it would end with them both dissolving in a flurry of laughter.

if people stared, well, that's good! if azul kicked them over to the vip room for a scolding, even better! those were just more memories for them to look back on later on. and it's not like he could ignore it when his dear shrimpy worked so hard to make that joke.

Azul Ashengrotto

azul was...very confused when he finally encountered the prefect's more chaotic side. he was always used to behaving a certain way in front of people, which was quite different from the way the prefect acted. which was, well, very much led by blurting out their thoughts and making references that no one understood.

the one incident he remembered most happened during a joint alchemy class between the first and second years. they were tasked to make a potion, and he just so happened to be put in the same group as them and grim.

"please don't do anything stu- mm, that might endanger our lives." they grinned cheekily, "no promises, tako man~"

so imagine his surprise when grim knocks over a whole bowl of snakeroot into the pot when they were only supposed to put two sprigs. and all the prefect says is, "oops. i fear i may have girlbossed a little too close to the sun-"

before azul could even start thinking of what in seven's name a "girlboss" was, the cauldron exploded. he ducked away behind a table as it turned their workspace into a gooey mess, leaving trails of blue everywhere.

and he looked up to see...the prefect hiding behind a cauldron lid??? you're telling him instead of hiding properly like everyone else, they were using a cauldron lid as a pseudo-shield?? that's dangerous!

crewel, of course, was very angry, giving the three of them a lecture in potion safety, scolding the prefect for not watching grim, grim for knocking over the snakeroot, and him for not watching over his younger peers. safe to say azul was having a headache by now.

"i don't want an incident like this to happen again, you whelps," crewel said sternly. "now bark if you understand!"

"yes, i understand, professor." "alright, alright, no needa yell."

he turned to the prefect, who opened their mouth and- "BARK!" - barked. right in front of the whole class. azul would've been slightly impressed at the realism of that bark if he wasn't so drained that he wanted to crawl into an octopus pot. permanently.

crewel only blinked for a moment, before nodding and going along with the lesson. great seven give him strength to get through the next two hours of this alchemy class with them.

in terms of the deez-nuts-ability, azul would definitely be someone who would fall for any deez nuts jokes that the prefect told.

"hey, azul? do you like pudding?" they said once, lounging around in the vip room couch.

"excuse me? pudding?" the question had come out of nowhere, and he missed the mischief in their eyes when they had asked him.

"PUDDING DEEZ NUTS IN YOUR MOUTH!"

they started to laugh at their juvenile joke, and floyd joined in to laugh at him as well, "ahahaha, shrimpy you're so funny! and azul, you to~tally fell for that~" and he could even see jade snickering where he was working on the other couch. azul felt his whole face turn red and maybe if he was in his octomer form, he would've spat ink at their faces.

safe to say, azul was casting a silencing spell on the prefect as soon as he could. and he never trusts any of the innocent questions that the prefect asks him every again. (that's a lie, because he falls for at least 80% of their deez nuts jokes.)

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I am here… I am ready… What’s bully!Gojo like? How does he treat/bug you, what keeps him coming back to you, all that good stuff?

cw ;; 18+, dc ahead!!! bully!gojo, richboy!gojo, dubcon, dark content cw, gojo is a menace to society, manipulation, toxicity, gojo being a rich dickwad, obsessive!tendencies, fingering, squirting. this is darker than i usually write so pls be careful!!

of all the characters in my series, i think gojo pushes the boundary of being evil and nice probably more than anyone else, even bakugou. all of gojos bullying is like.. rooted in this desire he has to humiliate you and he just.. i have it all out in my head in such a specific way.

gojo satoru is campus richboy. but he's well-liked, and handsome and he has money and everyone loves him. he gets plenty of attention when he's on campus, and it doesn't help at all that gojo is good at practically everything. he's mostly on the swim team but he plays tennis and polo and soccer half-ass. gojo doesn't really need to do any of those things and he hardly attends practice.

but he's gifted by nature, you know? and he's more than used to having everyone's attention. gojo comes from old money mostly. his parents and grandparents and he'll be well-off for the rest of his life. and as much as he's grateful for some elements of it.. he certainly has a tendency to get bored.

that much is certain. gojo satoru doesn't really find himself easily entertained. he's gojo satoru, you know? the best at everything. the most likeable, most charming, most talented. most people on your private campus seem to worship him and he'd be a liar to say he hated it. he likes the attention, but it's boring. he finds the whole thing to be very, very boring.

naturally, this is where you come along. you're on scholarship and financial aid and your only goals ever are to get through the semester and make sure you survive. you're hard working albeit always exhausted. you just don't wanna get sent back home, something along those lines. you're not plain but you're not stand-out. your main personality trait is being busy.

i think the way gojo encounters you is unique. it's probably at your part-time but mostly full time job. you work a lot and he's always coming in with his little group of friends. most of the time it's getou, and sometimes nanami joins as an underclassmen and he hardly ever notices you.

but he does notice you, not him directly but getou (who is the nice one of the two of them. you're the one from ochem, you always look a little disheveled. you wave hi to getou, seemingly annoyed with his commentary. you're not exactly meek. he can tell that you're the headstrong type, and something about that intrigues him.

he tries to get your attention, but introducing himself as an heir. you seem bored by him, you give him a tight-lipped smile and ask what he would like today. and it's the first time gojos been.. told no before.

it's weird, yknow? because it partly excites him. gojo is so used to having everyone throw themselves at him so blindly. but you look like you're hard-working and earnest and something about that makes gojo excited. in the most evil and twisted way.

it starts small. you'd forgotten about gojo since that evening but he hasn't been able to get you out of his head. gojo has free reign over everything, so much money practically no rules apply to him. but he doesn't normally break them because he finds it to be classless. he understands authority though he hardly respects it. it's the first time in his life he's ever gone out of his way to break rules or bend them, at least.

it starts small. he gets your schedule from the dean and then he makes it his. and he pays for it with a hefty check and a little wink. when the money gets pocketed, you're suddenly plagued with the site of him. at first you think it's a coincidence, maybe. but then you see him constantly. in each class he's looking right at you, stares at you the whole time as you forcefully look away. at first you're just confused. wondering if you'd done something to upset the guy.

but then he approaches you one day, and from then forward it becomes very clear that gojo has no intent of leaving you alone.

he doesn't do anything at the start. you know what gojo likes about you? is that you hardly seem to be reactive to him. it's always small. stealing your pens or pestering you in class. whispering to you, playing footsie. it's small. not bullying so much as frustration.

but he likes how you force yourself to hold it together. the lengths you go to pretend he's not there. it's almost upsetting, but exciting too. he's working so hard to get your attention, shouldn't you be a little more grateful?

he starts to push his limits, just a little. spends more time with you out of class and follows you around. starts pushing his boundaries. touches you a little more than you like, and shows you how much stronger he is than you with purpose. he wouldn't do something so heinous, it's classless, remember but you should know how easy it is for him to overpower you. you should know that he could. if he really wanted.

it escalates. so much and so quickly and without your say. he ends up coming by your studio apartment, only to inform you he's your landlord now. he spends all of his free time with you, and doesn't let you study. doesn't even let you work, constantly putting you at risk of getting fired. touching you too close or too much.

one day you get frustrated with it. it's been pent up in you for so long and you snap. you get so angry, at your job. you slam your hand on the counter with pure rage in your eyes.

"why the fuck won't you leave me alone? i don't get it? what have i ever done to you?" and you sound like you're about to cry. you're practically fuming.

and gojo does the worst thing he could do, and laughs. laughs this amused and soft little laugh and then gives you a look through his sunglasses.

"ive been working hard to get your attention, yknow? i just wanted you to like me. this is good though," he grins, and it sends a chill down your spine because oh my god, he's being serious "it's progress."

he sounds ecstatic by your little outburst. it horrifies you. your voice gets a little quiet.

"why?" is your simple question. gojo shrugs and you know from then on that this is your life now.

one thing you've learned about gojo is that he really will do whatever you want.

in the months after that, it grows increasingly apparent to you that gojo is absolutely not going to stop until he is involved in every part of your life. on the days you're not absolutely aggravated with him, or show him the slightest bit of lenience - he's practically beaming. it's almost alarming. it starts to click for you that gojo has his own fucked up sense for liking you and that everything he does is to do what he thinks will win your approval.

or less than that, what he can do to make sure he's all you ever have time for. it occurs to you, in a spine-chilling moment of clarity that you're the apple of his eye. it's just that.. gojo satoru is a richboy and an asshole with no sense of boundaries. and you're his new favorite thing.

he's always been something of a hedonist and you're a high he has yet to come down from.

you tell yourself he'll tire himself out and grow bored with you but months pass and nothing like that happens remotely. it only gets worse. he starts inviting you to his friend groups and making you attend all these rich people events with the threat of buying your job.

he really does drive you up a wall.

it's one of those night where you're invited to his weird family gathering and all of his friends are in attendance. you're exhausted and you have work in the morning. you don't find yourself looking forward to anything about the night, especially not gojo's. you find solace in getou though.

of all of gojos friends, you find him to be the most tolerable. he's not great. still a dick but he's sociable and funny and subdued. a breath of fresh air. while gojo has family responsibilities, you mingle with him. you drink together and getou smiles every time he sees you laugh or genuinely enjoy yourself. he'd take you for himself if he didn't know gojo.

but he does. and gojo satoru seems frivolous but when it comes to the object of his affection - he can't help but feel a disparity. so when he comes back after a not-so pleasant conversation on family fairs to see you laughing and smiling and acting so carefree with getou, he's not pleased to say the least.

it was your mistake, really. after everything gojos done, shouldn't you know better? you're his, his, his.

it's not the first time gojos kissed you. but it's the first time he seems to ignore the pleaing in your voice. it's a little harsher, a little meaner. all teeth when he nips at your mouth and traces down your jaw with his hands sliding up your dress. you've let him touch you here and there but you've never gone this far before. not with him, not with anyone.

"g-gojo, wait!"

he pauses, stops. the look in his eyes is stormy and flat. it almost scares you.

"hm?"

in a weird, weird way - you're most concerned about him being mad at you. you get all squirmy, disappointed because up until this point gojo's only ever been happy with you. you can tell in hindsight that now would be the perfect time to put it all to bed.

but you don't, and your voice comes out as a half squeak.

"...are you mad at me?"

it's so.. small. so soft and small and submissive. and gojo pauses and whatever anger he did have disappears because this is the closest you've ever gotten to depending on him. ever. in the history of ever.

if he were a good man, he would tell you no. if he were a good and moral man he would wipe that little needy look off of your face and tell you he wasn't mad.

too bad though, really - gojo satoru has never once been a good man before.

"just disappointed," he says, trying to hide the excitement in his voice "but if you let me touch you, right here - then i wouldn't be."

you shake a little.

"......really?" you ask. he grins.

"really." he promises.

that's how you end up like this. with your dress pulled down just barely past your tits and your skirt pulled up over your thighs and with gojo fingering you until you get everything all messy on his good suit.

you're in his childhood bedroom with the door cracked up. anyone could walk in, you're certain but it's hard to think of anything other than gojo and his long fingers. they're so thick and so huge - they stretch you out so nicely. he's always been dexterous and now you can feel it as he curls against your gspot with a thumb softly on your clit and sparkles in his eyes.

he could fuck you but somehow this is so much better. so much more gratifying as your pussy gets so sticky and drips all onto his nice and expensive pants. you look so good when you get defiled. you sound so sweet when you scream his name - buried so nicely inside of your pretty little pussy.

it's established to him that gojo satoru would be dead before he even let someone else near you. and the way you're squirting in his lap and all over everything makes him hard out of his fucking mind. his mouth closes softly on your tits and your voice goes all warbly.

"g-gojo, 'm gonna - ! it's nghhh,"

and that's when it happens, and a rush of warm liquid spills on him and you convulse with your whole body. you whine his name so fucking pretty and you cum so hard you see stars. you cum and you cum and you cum.

you're so delirious as you ride your high, but you hear it. gojos voice against your throat.

"you're mine forever, yknow?"

you do know. you've sealed your fate.

#dark content cw #dubcon cw #toxic cw #bully!gojo #bully!series #prettyboy.thirsts #this is so menacing....omg.....#AND SO LONG??????#gojo x reader #gojo smut

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