Heyy twin!!
I'm back with another request
Can you please do part 2 of the jealous headcanon with heathens of your choice + eli 👀👀
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Stay safe and healthy 💪
JEALOUS, JEALOUS BOY!
Summary: Pt 2 of Jealousy headcannons with Eli King, Jeremy Volkov, and Killian Carson
Warnings: obsessive behaviour//possessive behaviour//suggestive content//violence//threats//stalking
Reader: Gn!reader
Notes: I write these on my phone using docs so I didn’t realise how short this was 😭 but I hope this does you justice!
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You sat across from one of your classmates in your dorm, going over the class materials. You had been assigned as his tutor since he was failing his classes.
Quite horribly you’d add.
It didn’t help that he didn’t seem focused on the homework at all. His eyes were stuck onto you like glue. It had been like this for hours. You’d help him but he’d purposely get it wrong so you’d lean in closer.
“Hey..” he began, “there’s this café I’ve been wanting to try. Wanna come with?”
The door creaked. The two of you turned to face your boyfriend, whose eyes burned into your classmate.
He focused on the space between the two of you, which was almost closed as the boy leaned in closer.
ELI KING
“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM”
Eli doesn’t hide how he feels. He shows them.
The glare directed onto your classmates would send him to the depths of hell if he could do that.
He doesn’t take lightly to those who try to steal his obsession away from him.
Eli marches right towards you, pulling you away from your classmate and holding you tightly against his chest.
His grip is suffocating.
“If you don’t leave right—”
He doesn't need to finish his sentence before your classmates rushes out the dorm, his footsteps thundering in the halls.
Eli’s just scary like that.
Eli has a habit of pretending like he doesn’t get jealous. He’ll brush the situation off but the way his posture is tense, it’s easy to see the truth.
He’s angry. Very angry is all he’ll say. He won’t take it out on you!
Who am I lying to?? He definitely is going to.
He’s rough that same night, marking you in all the places you didn’t even know could be marked. His pace is hard and fast, he doesn’t intend to stop any time soon.
Despite claiming not to be jealous, all he talks about is his classmate. Insulting his cock size, his intelligence and his financial situation. Honestly complains about everything.
It’s just so he knows that you know how much better he is than anyone else that tries to take you away.
If your classmate stops talking to you, ignore it.
If he shows up to classes, ignore it.
And if he just so happens to completely stop showing up to class, try your best to ignore it.
Because Eli King will not tell you what has happened to the unfortunate being.
It’s only a month later you hear that your ex-classmate moved all the way to Australia with no hope he’ll ever move back.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who did it.
Kings don’t bend to those beneath them and Eli King takes that very seriously.
JEREMY VOLKOV
“GET ANY CLOSER AND IT’S YOUR BLOOD ON THAT WALL”
He doesn’t hesitate to push your classmate away, fisting his collar and practically growling at the man.
He would’ve punched him if Jeremy wasn’t so afraid of accidentally hitting you in the process.
Jeremy doesn’t hide his jealousy, he wouldn’t be able to even if he tried.
His eyes are darker than usual, fists tight and his breathing a little unstable.
It almost scares you
It does scare your classmate.
“Leave. Now.”
No need to say anymore. He sprints away. You could hear him trip over at some point.
Jeremy’s next target is you.
doesn’t hesitate to throw you over his shoulder and storms into your bedroom.
Don’t think you’re getting out of that room with working legs.
Your body aches everywhere. You can still feel his lips exploring. You can still hear his harsh words just as you remember his sweet words.
He was intoxicating.
Jeremy watches closer than usual, making sure no one else tries to approach you. He follows you around your uni, your friends giggle at his protectiveness.
Even alone in your bedroom you can feel someone watching. It might be the teddy bear Jeremy got you a few nights prior.
You pretend like you don’t notice the shadow watching you when you sleep.
Your classmate doesn’t talk to you anymore. He ignores you completely, even going as far to change his subjects.
When you tell Jeremy, he only smirks and leans down to kiss you.
Softly demanding you to “stop asking”
When you accidentally see your classmates with bruises all over his body.
You say nothing once more.
There’s no point in asking Jeremy or any of his friends, he and them won’t spill anything.
But your eyes wonder at Nikolai's bruised knuckles and Killian’s dangerous smiles.
You notice that Jeremy’s signature weapon has stained blood all over.
Guess that’s what happens to people who mess with the wrong person.
KILLIAN CARSON
“WHAT’S THIS NOW?”
A tiny smirk is painted on his face, almost mockingly.
He steps inside and carefully stands you up from your seated position, hand caressing your back gently.
He’s calm or well others would think he is but you see it.
The murderous glint sparkling in his eyes.
He takes your previous spot, sitting close to your classmate who is already sweating. Killian leans in close, a humourless chuckle escaping his lips.
“Flirting with what’s mine? A dangerous game.”
Killian treats it like a joke but everyone senses the disturbing aura radiating off of it.
Your classmate can only nervously laugh, his eyes already searching for an escape.
KIllian notices. He laughs.
All of this is like a game to him.
He continues to humiliate the poor boy, poking at his cheeks, telling jokes that hold threats and pointing out all his flaws.
Killian won’t stop until you tell him too.
Your classmate sprints away the moment Killian looks away.
The second he’s gone, Killian’s attention is immediately on you.
His signature smirk plastered all over his face.
You’re not escaping his wrath anytime soon.
He enjoys playing with you roughly, tying you to the bed frame as he does whatever he wants.
By the end, once he believes your clean of your classmates filth, will he touch you gently then.
Building you back up, applying wet kisses on the hickeys lingering on your body.
That’s the only time he’s gentle.
Your classmate doesn’t speak to you again.
It’s the best that way
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