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𐔌 frat parties , kinda established relationship , kissing ٫٫2.7k art credits go to @hunnismokah … based on this ask
The bass thuds against the walls—the volume reverberating throughout the frat house, shaking the floorboards under your feet as you weave through the packed house. The poorly put-up lights blared and were doing that awful pulsing thing along with the noisy music. You wondered what poor pledge Toji scared into making the party playlist this time.
The stench had hit you like a sucker punch when you first first walked in—beer, body odor, smoke, and the strong reek of bad decisions. The tang of stale beer clanged against the walls, and the red solo cups crushed under people’s feet, the smell of weed hanging thick in the air. A grimace decorating your face as you stepped over some sort of mystery liquid on the floor.
You’re not sure why you came. You could have stayed home, all cozy in your bed, watching Supernatural, waiting for that familiar buzz of your phone, letting you know he’s coming up. You had no problem saying no to your begging friend before, even if he tried to give you those puppy dog eyes of his.
Maybe it was some sort of guilt? Satoru was always more than willing to come along with you to whatever you were up to when he wasn’t busy. As you stared into his begging eyes, you couldn’t help but remember how he came along to one of your Pilates classes; his poor athletic muscles were not prepared at all. How he dramatically thanked you when you bought him lunch after, teasing you about how there was some kindness in your ‘stone cold heart’ after all.
And then the next thing you knew, you were reluctantly saying yes.
A drink you didn’t even want—sloshed dangerously in your cup, just begging to be spilled as someone bumps into you from behind. You swallow the annoyed huff you wanted to let out as you feel yourself almost get knocked over. You feel a warm hand on your waist, steadying you before you could stumble, and hear the very familiar voice of your friend.
“Watch it! Precious Goods here!” Satoru exclaimed loudly, his tone playful, but the look he gave the pledge that bumped into you was clear: fuck off. The pledges' eyes were quick to widen, the pit in his stomach from being stared down by the co-president of the frat got even bigger as he finally noticed who he had bumped into.
Of course, he recognized you. You were one of the star cheerleaders; everyone in the university knew you or wanted to know you. You had thousands of followers, he knew people who tried too hard to come up with comments for your posts, hoping to get a response or just a like from you. You had fan pages. And most importantly, he had seen you leaving Sukuna's room more than once.
Satoru chuckled and used his hand on your waist to guide you away from the nervously stuttering pledge, a cocky aura surrounding him, clearly proud of the influence he had over people. You didn’t bother trying to push his hand off of you; you knew the damage was already done.
You liked to call them ‘campus vultures’ (it was a much nicer name than what Sukuna and Toji came up with). They had quick hands, pulling out their phones to snap pictures and film videos to post, and even quicker minds to come up with the most ridiculous captions. Just what you needed, another dating rumor with Satoru Gojo.
“Baby, you made it!” Yuki exclaimed playfully, her eyes lighting up when she saw you and Satoru making your way over. She was quick to stand up from her position sitting on the armchair of Choso’s chair to pull you into her arms. Anyone else might have been surprised by the pure strength of Yuki’s hugs; your cheer captain's biceps were no joke.
“Not without a little persuasion,” Satoru smiled proudly, you hated parties, frat parties in particular. This was a win. He lifted his cup up in mock cheers while he sent you a dramatic wink, his glasses low on his nose. Choso chuckled lowly and lifted his blunt to cheers with him, a toothy smile decorating his lips when Satoru blew him a kiss.
“Hmm i guess I should thank you.” Yuki narrowed her eyes at Satoru with a sarcastic smile as she slowly pulled away from the hug. You tuned out Yuki and Satoru’s conversation—knowing that it would turn into some playful argument that you didn’t really want to listen to. They were too similar for their own good.
You flopped down on the couch with a small sigh; you could already feel a headache forming. You rested your elbow on the armrest as you boredly propped your head up, giving your close friend a small smile, “Hey Cho”
“Surprised you're here,” Choso hummed as he offered you his blunt, which you declined with a shake of the head. You could say the same with him, you knew he only came occasionally to sell and because he could never say no to Yuki.
”How can you deal with that?” Yuki scoffed, her voice high and thick with disappointment as she sat back down on the armchair of Choso's seat, his free hand resting on her lower back. You tilted your head to where she was motioning. You weren’t surprised that the bane of her annoyance was him.
She tsk’d loudly, “I could never.”
You knew she didn’t mean her words to hurt you; she just hated him. Sukuna leaned back against the wall, a smug smirk on his lips, as he raised his cup to his lips. Surrounding him were three girls, all fawning and itching for one-on-one with the campus’s Bad Boy. The King on campus. All of them on the cheerleading team.
“i could threaten to kick them off the team if you want.” Your cheer captain smiles, but her tone is serious. You weren’t worried. Sukuna loved the attention, and that’s it.
“Like that would make them stop” Satoru chuckled into his cup, his eyes darting around for his dark-haired friend. It was kinda twisted, the lengths some would go just to get close to Sukuna. You look away, trying to keep up with the conversation between your friends that started up, but you find yourself glancing back at him, a part of you hoping that he’d finally notice you.
Sukuna had no idea you were here until he heard someone moving past him mention how good your ass looked in those jeans. Which confused him because you didn’t wear jeans today. He would know; he spent a whole lecture looking at your thighs, trying to get a peek under your skirt. The girls started to giggle about how good you and Gojo looked together, and that’s when it clicked.
The little attention he did give the three girls turned into nothing when he found out you were here. He pushed off the wall and ignored the high-pitched whines and complaints of the girls as he moved past them, making it clear that he was not interested. Well, he was never interested, just bored. He didn’t need to look for you; he knew exactly where you would be.
His crimson gaze fell on you almost instantly, like there was some sort of force that always brought the two of you together…but he didn’t believe in that shit. Gojo had his arm hung across the back of the couch with that annoying cocky smirk on his face, thighs spread, and sitting way too close to you. He could see it in your face that you didn’t want to be here; you were looking down at your cup with no interest as you listened to whatever Yuki was saying.
He didn’t even bother to offer a glance at the guy he bumped into with his shoulder, continuing to make his way towards you. He ignored the stares that he usually thrived on, his eyes and focus were on you. Yuki was the first one to notice him coming towards them, which had her rolling her eyes and mumbling under her breath sarcastically, “Great.”
You stayed calm, trying to hide how relieved and happy you were to see him, but you knew he could see right through you. He stood a few steps from the couch, his demeanor cocky and confident as he took a gulp from his cup before speaking. His words came out like a question, but you knew he wasn't asking. “Ya mind if I take her off your hands for the night?”
“Uh, yes, the fuck we do?” Your cheer captain sassed as she sat up straighter, only calming down a little when she felt Choso softly rub her lower back. You just got here, she planned on trying to get you on the dance floor and maybe have a few body shots before she lost you to the claws of Ryomen Sukuna.
Satoru tilted his head to look at you. He could see it in your eyes that you wanted to go with him. You weren’t as nonchalant as you thought you were, at least not to him. Satoru waves dramatically, leaning back against the couch with an exaggerated sigh as he pushes up his glasses. “Fine, fine. Abandon us for your ogre boyfriend.”
“Ogre? Fucking rude.” Sukuna scoffed as he sent his frat co-president a glare; the two of them knew there wasn't too much heat behind it. Too much being the key words. You reach for his hand that he holds out, and he’s quick to pull you up effortlessly and wrap his arm over your shoulders as he steers you away from the couch and to the stairs.
“You staying here tonight? Orr?” Sukuna paused and looked over his shoulder to look back at his stepbrother, a knowing smirk on his face as his eyes darted between Choso and Yuki. It was cute, almost comical, how fast Choso's face flushed at Sukuna’s words.
You can feel his chest vibrate with amused chuckles when Yuki glares at him, her tone snappy, “Goodbye Sukuna.”
Sukuna keeps you pressed closely to his chest as if he were some sort of shield, which was funny because everyone rushed to part a way for the two of you as you made your way to the stairs. The noise of the party fades into the background as the two of you make it up the stairs. He was being uncharacteristically quiet as he guided you down the hallway and to his room.
He closed and locked his bedroom door behind him; the last thing he needed was someone walking in on the two of you. His room was tidy for his usual standards. He rolled his eyes playfully at the impressed look you gave him. He turns on his lamp on his bedside tables before flopping down on his bed with a deep groan, lifting his head to smirk at you, “Clean shirts are in the top drawer.”
He watches you putter around his room with lazy eyes, how you slipped off your shoes and made sure they were neatly placed by his, how you took off your jewelry and set it on his desk with your phone, how you picked his comfiest shirt from his drawer. He can’t help the way his gaze roams over you, a familiar heat starting to settle in the pit of his stomach. It’s the same feeling he gets every time he sees you—a mixture of desire and satisfaction.
“You cleaned up for me, didn’t you?” You looked back at him with a small, teasing smile before you stepped into his bathroom, not even bothering to close the door behind you. He chuckles at your words, biting his tongue as he takes the opportunity to strip off his shirt and jeans and kick off his shoes.
He relaxes back against his headboard as he waits impatiently for you to come back to him, his hands behind his head with a smirk, “nahh i cleaned up for kento”
“Don’t be a dick,” you called out from the bathroom, but he could hear the smile in your tone. You stepped out of the bathroom, turning the light off before you crawled into his bed. The sight of you in his shirt never gets old. The way the material falls around you, the way it exposes your shoulders and lets, too fucking enticing.
He reaches out to pull you against him the second you crawl into his bed, not waiting any time before locking your lips in a kiss. One hand tangled in your hair to pull you deeper into the kiss while the other tapped at your thigh, wanting you to get in his lap, which you were quick to do. His hands slide up your thighs and slip under your shirt, his rough palms rubbing your hips as your lips move in tandem.
“Fuck” he mutters against your lips when you finally break for air. He flutters his eyes open when he feels you fully sit up, noticing the hesitant look in your eyes. His body goes rigid. “What?”
You wished you could have just let yourself get lost in the kiss, in how good his touch felt, but you had a thorn in your side. A thought that just wouldn’t leave your head. This wasn't like you; this wasn’t something the two of you did, talk about your feelings. You rested your hands on his stomach, hesitating before you said slowly, “You didn’t correct Satoru on the boyfriend comment.”
“Didn’t feel the need to.” Sukuna shrugged with an uninterested look on his face, teasingly tugging on the front of your shirt, he raised his eyebrow as he watched you closely, ”Why, did you want me too?”
Your breath hitches, every part of you faltering at his words. You didn’t know what to say to that. You controlled your physical expressions, but it was no use; he could feel how tense you were in his lap. You were like a lamb trapped in the jaw of a wolf, a mouth you were all too familiar with. “Is that a trick question?”
“A trick que-“ he cuts himself off with a scoff of disbelief. You felt one of his hands leave your waist, your own moving to rest on his shoulders as he sat up straighter. You had to stop yourself from rolling your hips against his as you felt him shift under you.
His eyes never left yours as his large hand slid up your neck to cup your chin, pulling your face closer to his as he spoke pointedly, “I don’t say shit I don't mean.”
A few beats of silence pass by.
You swallow slowly, your throat suddenly dry as if he stole all your words from you. Your fingers nervously caress the hot skin of his shoulders, your tone unusually shy as you whispered “I’m…glad you didn’t.”
“I know,” he teases, the rough edge of his voice betraying the way his hand softly rubbed your hip, almost absentmindedly.
A wolfish grin spreads across his face as he continues “if i did you’d act like it didn’t affect you, and then you’d write about how i mean i am in your diary. Isn't that right?”
He chuckles and pokes his cheek with his tongue as he watches you try not to succumb to your very flustered feelings. You groan at the cocky stare he gave you, lifting one of your hands from his shoulder to gently push his face away, trying to stop yourself from smiling, but he could hear it in your voice as you spoke, “Shut up.”
Sukuna smirks and playfully nips at your hand, his heart doing that weird fluttering thing at the sound of your gasp. His hand that fell from your face when you pushed his face away went back up, this time to cup your face in his hand. His thumb and pointer finger gently squeezed your cheeks together until your lips were puckered.
He leaned in and softly bumped his nose against yours, a low sound escaping from his throat that sounded suspiciously like a purr as he whispered, “Now, can we go back to kissing and you failing terribly at stopping yourself from grinding on me?”
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Ი𐑼 roro's memo I kinda struggled with the concept of ‘nonchalant cheerleader’ but I hope you enjoyed it !! this can definitely be an au so feel free to send in some more thoughts for them or something different.
Attention writers and Readers , we have a case of on going plagiarism !!
I know that Wattpad is a platform that doesn't really get used anymore , but I feel like that this still needs to be made aware of : plagiarism is plagiarism
I've recently been reading fan fictions on Wattpad again and I've found an account that had some interesting fics , dare I say, fics i've seen on tumblr before. At first I thought "maybe it's the OG writer themself just publishing their works on a different platform" but no, that is not the case. They currently have two books : Enhypen Imagines and a Sunghoon fic called desire unleash. It was very suspicious to me that the Author managed to post the complete fic in just a couple of days , specifically that they managed to post multiple parts in one day — so i copy pasted the synopsis and threw it through google search and bingo : the fic has been copied. Now , I've tried texting that person before but I got blocked.
The account is @/yozoku
This is the Sunghoon fic they allegedly wrote in their notes and spam posted. And this is the original written by @interlunium-opus
Here are some other writers I've found that they copied from in their enhypen imagines book :
@lyyhyuck (chapter 24 , Haechan's name has been switched to Jungwon, this is the original by mentioned writer)
chapter 25 got copied from a writer who has deactivated but i found the reblogged original , chapter 26 got copied from the same deactivated writer (also reblogged original)
chapter 28 has been copied from @lqfiles (the original)
chapter 30 has been copied from @tsukiflwr (the original)
chapter 31 has been copied from @flwrstqr (the original) ,chapter 32 has also been copied from @flwrstqr (the original)
As you can see , the list is pretty long and there are probably a lot more writers who got their works copied and claimed by this person who I couldn't find since different fandoms writers has fallen victim to their plagiarism. Now , texting them won't do shit considering they will just block you so please , PLEASE spread this and report the account. Plagiarizing works is one thing but claiming that you were the one who wrote them when you clearly weren't the one and not owning up to it is another thing.
hi! i just read your hyung line works and i’m obsessed (sorry if you got multiple likes from me recently, i don’t mean to spam like so i wanted to leave you a message!)! i haven’t been to enhablr in a while because a lot of the people i used to follow have disappeared ;-; which makes me even more excited for your upcoming works! <33
oh lovie tysm 🥹 i appreciate it so much omg !! I haven’t been that active lately but I’m excited to get some works out soon … but yes I’ve seen so many lovely writers disappear, I hope they are all doing well 🫶🏻
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hello, tsukiflwr! due to our awards event we are gathering enhablr writers to celebrate this with us and enjoy an exciting experience! we ask questions every week to enhablr writers regarding all things enhablr! 🎀
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so so so sorry for the late response 😭
hmm probably not to rush yourself? writing is supposed to be fun and a way to explore yourself and your creativity, so don’t rush the process!! enjoy the journey and don’t feel bad for taking your time 🤍
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daydream and no doubt gagged me I fear . . . i will be coming back to this topic tomorrow when i can actually form a coherent and not feral thought 😵💫