warning: MDNI HERE, sex, very weird behaviour, reader can be cis and ftm, bullying and other weird stuff. (english isn't my first language)
summary: you're his "bully" and he's your obsessive "I want to be your bf"
a/n: sorry guys, my depression takes me...in any way, you can call me whatever you want, but I just feel like that and im sure someone else too and maybe they need that fic...I don't support this behaviour, but that's fiction, and I feel like a shit so i needed that 2.0. Have fun and love y'all.
You were part of a group of the worst, the meanest people in the university. How did you end up there? Pure coincidence, when one of the girls found out that you liked boys and decided with the group that they needed 'representation' of minorities, so that 'ordinary' people, could see that they weren't such monsters. You didn't turn down the offer because you didn't want to be another victim, cowardly yeah, but it was a chance and a very rare one. And in fact, you were treated well, like one of your own, even if you looked like a gray spot that didn't fit in there.
You had terrible relationships with everyone: parents, other students because of your lack of social adaptation, so that also played a role in accepting the offer.
One day the group was again bullying some guy, you think his name is Eric, a nerd who doesn't resist and is an easy target. When they put him on his knees and started calling him names, he often looked at you, the way you just stood there, like you didn’t belong here.
That’s right. You’re not like them.
Eric kept imagining weird and disgusting scenarios with you, but he couldn’t help it, you were special in his eyes, the one who looked at him and didn’t hurt.
So today, when you were the last one left with him again, when everyone else had left, he plucked up the courage and said what he wanted.
“Hey…um…wanna come with me..? Right now, to my place, you know…I…or rather we can do something interesting..play g-games..”
To Eric’s surprise, you agreed. It was Friday, so it didn’t really matter. It was the happiest moment of his life, when he walked next to you, and then you were in his room. Especially when you sat down on his couch and relaxed a bit, Eric became clingy. Really. He gave you one of the soda cans and took the other one for himself as you both sat down to play some game that he had so sweetly explained to you a few minutes later.
"You don't mind if I touch you, do you?"
"I don't, so okay.."
...
"You know, you're really pretty..did you ever have a boyfriend..? You know, everyone keeps talking about it...so I just asked—"
"No, I didn't and don't have a boyfriend."
You replied, interrupting his sentence, not intentionally, just to save time, but after a moment, a few words escaped your mouth.
"What? Do you want to apply for this role? You can be first in line."
It was more than a little rude, especially when you looked away, but Eric just nodded, and then a very strange smile crept onto his face and you realized that your mind was starting to fog up. You fell asleep, or rather, you switched off because of the medicine in the soda that Eric had substituted.
When you woke up, you were already in his bed, still dressed, but chained(?) to one of the pillars.
As strange as it all seemed, you weren’t as nervous as you might think..the thought that Eric had been able to carry you, was very pleasant in your head and was like a devil on your shoulder.
“I didn’t touch you in a wrong way...don’t think, I’m not like that..”
“I don’t know if I trust you anymore..after drugs or whatever you pun in my soda...that wasn't really nice..”
"Okay, I wanted to..but I couldn't...you need a boyfriend like that, right? I can be.."
Eric couldn't help but sit on the bed, leaning against you, or rather his pelvis against yours, as his chubby but strong hands roamed your forearms and elbows.
"Look at me.."
You looked into his eyes and all you saw there was adoration, which made your stomach twist. It was like you were looking at a dog sitting in the rain, waiting for someone to take him somewhere warm.
"You're so beautiful and interesting..I'll be better for you...you'll never need anyone else's approval or.."
Again silence from you, which added to Eric from the inside.
"Give me a chance..just one.."
"Okay..i mean...I'll give you one, good?"
That was all you could manage as the smile on Eric's face reappeared and his hands touched you even harder to make you very aroused and nervous. He knows what buttons to push.
He looked at you again, as if begging for permission, which you gave him with a nod. You decided to simply obey, just this once, to allow yourself to relax and be someone for someone.
Sure, Eric was a little impatient, but when he undressed you, you couldn't take your eyes off him, his hands gliding ever so gently, touching every curve or bone he could see and feel.
Unfortunately, Eric didn't take his clothes off completely, as if afraid of your reaction, but you didn't say anything. Only when he had you ready and entered you, he let out a moan and cover you with his body, as if it was the most divine thing that could happen to him. His movements were the best, his hands roaming your hips and back.
"You're so perfect..thank you..thank you for letting me.."
Eric started crying into your neck, also showering it and your jaw with kisses, as if you were his muse for life.
Towards the end he went faster, like a needy animal and he finally took off his t-shirt, which showed his slightly plump body. He pressed against you and fucked you as if his existence depended on it, although in part it did.
When his substance filled the entire condom, he couldn't bring himself to come out, he just gently caressed your skin, looking into your eyes.
"Did I make it feel good..? From now I'm your boyfriend right..?"
"Yeah..that was perfect..I...I mean, yes, you're my boyfriend.."
You couldn't help yourself, but put fingers through his hair and pull his closer to your chest, just to hug him and let him know how much it was for you, without words that can't make a proper sentence and sense right now. He's now your big boy.
summary: Score, he thought. He got that cute girls number. But it seems like he’ll definitely be seeing her more often, and he realizes that she wasn’t that he thought she would be.
warnings: nothing bad, just light cussing and a bit of forth wall breaking
a/n: first real part on this series!!
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“Get your grades up, or you won’t be allowed to play on the team.” Were the only words ringing through his ears after the coach had a little talk with him after practice.
“You’re a great asset to this team, and I would hate to let you go, Landry.” Coach Brown explains, shaking his head while holding a clipboard. This interaction seems a bit too cliché for Ethan.
“Well, I suck at pretty much every subject. How am I gonna get my grades up?” Ethan asks, the response coming out a bit fresh.
“You could always try to find a tutor. I heard there are some pretty good ones on campus, and they aren’t that expensive. I heard one’ll do it for free.” The coach suggests, writing something down on his clipboard. Probably some hockey or coach jargon, he says in his head like the action has any significance in the first place.
And that’s how he met Cameron.
Well, not exactly. He knew her from the game earlier, where he just so happened to look her way as she was practically eye fucking him. Or at least that’s how he describes the look. He’s usually one to exaggerate things. He just didn’t expect her to be so… Nerdy. Hey, he doesn’t have a thing against nerds. He just didn’t think one could be so… Pretty, is it? No, that’s rude to other nerds, he thinks, trying to come up with something to explain his stereotypical nature reasonable judgement.
Now the pair are sitting at one of the worn, wooden tables at the campus library, as Cameron takes out her books.
“I didn’t know you were so smart. You tutor as a side gig?” Ethan asks, setting the hunk that was his book bag down on the floor with a thud.
“Yeah, I might as well put my IQ to good use.” She lets out a cute giggle, and it almost makes Ethan mad. Why does it make him mad? He shakes his head to clear his thoughts, running his fingers through his curly hair.
“What’re we learning about again?” Ethan asks, taking out some writing utensils and rubbing his eyes. As hot as she was, he really didn’t wanna be here. Studying was boring, and it was the last thing he saw himself doing on a Friday, of all days.
“Economics. Now open your book to page… Forty-Three.”
As she teaches him, he gets lost in her voice. Her voice is beautiful. Soft, but still meaningful and sweet. All of the sudden, he feels butterflies in the pit of his stomach, and he pulls his hoodie over his head as to hide his blush. Why the hell does he feel this way over a voice?
“Did you write that?” Cameron looks him in the eyes, raising a brow as she pushes up her glasses.
“Oh, uh- On it. What were we talking about again?” She sighs, throwing her head back.
“Do I have to explain that again? Alright- To dumb it down-” She barely gets half way through the explanation before he complains.
“To be honest, I don’t understand a word of what you’re saying.”
“This is base level economics, and you’re telling me you don’t know what I’m saying?” She lets out a breath to calm herself down, rubbing her forehead. “You’re a lost cause.”
“Hey! I’m trying.”
“No you aren’t- Are you on your phone?” She reaches over the table to grab it from him, and he dodges, which results in a small little scuffle. They must be making a lot of noise, because the next thing they hear is a SHH. With that humbling experience, they both slowly sit down in their seats, and then comes an awkward silence.
“This is gonna take EONS. EPOCHS, even.” She rolls her eyes, slouching in her seat.
“What the hell is an epoch?”
“How’re you in college? Just how?” She whisper yells, almost losing her cool.
“Whatever, enough about me being epic or whatever you said. Let’s get to learning.”
“You were the one on your phone, dimwit.”
After a couple of hours, she finally got Ethan to understand the basic principles of economics.
“Finally, you’re at like, toddler level now.”
“Hey- I’m learning, chill!” He flashes his teeth, making Cameron blush a little bit. His smile is so perfect…
“Same time tomorrow?”
“Tutoring? On a Saturday? Yeah no, I’m going out.”
“Going out where, exactly?”
“Some party.” Ethan mumbles, packing up his stuff.
“I don’t really go to parties.”
“You should totally come with me.” Ethan suggests, trying to spend more time with her.
“I’ll think about it. Send me the details.”
And with that, Ethan nods, says good riddance and walks out of the library. Why was it so hard to just… concentrate when it came to her? What’s so special about her? I mean, she’s pretty, but I talk to hot girls everyday. Hell, I’m the Ethan Landry, he says in his head, and then he realizes.
Maybe you’re… Different.
Well, no shit sherlock, but you were one of the only girls that could actually keep his attention without showing off their bodies or something else on the outside. You seemed… Passionate. He liked that. He was getting too hasty about all of this. There was no way he already felt this way. But I mean, you know what they say about love at first sight.
But there’s never been love at first sight when it came to him.
contents: math tutor!dakota x gn!theater nerd!reader, college smau, opposites attract, pre-relationship
warnings: dakota being awkward and nonconfrontational behind the scenes, insecurity
blu masterlist: by character / by timeline
pre-relationship texts take place over a 2 week time span.
