#i’m definitely flunking

[meowingbackatcats]

late night biology cram session (finals ver.) 🧬

got some matcha 🍯🍵

[faroffsong]

No, I didn’t spend 3 hours this afternoon rearranging photos on a cork board instead of doing anything productive.

[suckd0g]

going back to school was a mistake

[omgeto]

☆ WHEN YOU HAVE SEX WITH YOUR PROFESSOR — NANAMI, TOJI, GETO, GOJO.

summary: you have sex with your professor. for many different reasons.

wc: 4.2k (each of these were meant to be 500 words long so idk what happened)

cw: smutty smut afab!reader who's in university, mutual masturbation, spanking, semi public sex, toji is not a professor but a gym coach who rails you in a supply closet, but theres a lot of sex on a lot of desks so mdni.

an: theres actually a smidge of plot in this just a tiny bit if you do a deep squint, but the smut id personally say is my best yet. so give it a chance people, but come for the smut stay for the dialogue. hope you enjoy! not proofread ignore mistakes pls

☆ NANAMI

nanami kento, was the strictest teacher you have ever had. you couldn’t get away with your usual tricks that you did with some of your other professors — strutting past their office during office hours in your skimpiest clothes to get a better grade. it was as if nanami was immune to all your devices.

but with a big exam coming up, you knew you had to make something happen since studying was not your forte. so you were prepared to do anything to get that A.

“come in," his deep voice calls from inside.

as you enter his office, you are met with the sight of your professor, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, reviewing a stack of papers. he glances up at you briefly before returning his attention to his work.

"what can I help you with?" he ask, his tone professional.

“i wanted to see if we could talk about the exam you set for us tomorrow,” you start to say, his eyes still focused on his papers, not sparing you a glance. “i was thinking we could figure out a way for me to get extra credit… sir.” 

you had his attention now. technically you’ve always had his attention — yes nanami was different to all the other professors you’ve ever had but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t a man at the end of the day. 

he always noticed the way you’d sit in his classroom, your pouty mouth always gnawing at your pencil as you never had a clue what was going on. nanami always had to hide his dick feeling tight in his trousers whenever you walk into his classroom. little did you know that you actually would’ve failed his class a long time ago, but because he just couldn’t let go of the sight of how your pretty tits bounce everytime you raise your hand, he always made you pass. 

“well what are you willing to do for that extra credit?” he says, his tone slightly amused.

“whatever you want” you respond a bit too eagerly, you were coming onto him hard. but it was working, you could already see the crack in his usual stoic facade. “c’mon professor nanami, i need to pass this class,” you practically beg. 

“oh yeah, you definitely need to pass this exam, you’re one more failed exam to flunking my whole class,” he affirms — lying through his teeth. “so i think you should come sit up here, and show me what you’re willing to do huh.”

suddenly, you start to feel nervous. usually you’d have control of the situation, you’d flaunt your ass, fuck your teacher and get an A, easily. but this time, you could see in nanami’s eyes that from when you entered his office — that he was running the show.

you saunter over his desk, and he pushes his seat back allowing you to have room to perch on his desk in front of him. “take off your shirt,” he commands, and you’re quick to fling off your top — that was barely covering anything anyways, “wow no bra, why am i not surprised.” he stares at your hardened nipples smirking as he continues to say, “you know i see your nipples peeking at me through your shit all the time in class.”

“really?” you question coyly.

“you don’t think i see how you practically fuck yourself in your seat when i’m doing a reading,” he continues, his arms folding as if he was telling you off, “a bit disrespectful, right?”

“no i-it’s just i really like the sound of your voice,” you stammer, embarrassed at him calling you out. you couldn’t deny that your professor was hot, everybody thought so and you hated school the only thing that got you through your classes was your day dreams of him fucking you.

“oh really, well i wanna see you get off to it for real this time.”

“wha—”

“touch yourself,” he demands with a grin, “fuck yourself on your fingers, put on a show for me,” he loosens his tie, and unbuttons his cuffs, ready to watch you perform for him, “and if you do well, then we could talk about your extra credit.”

you take off your pants, your hands moving directly to your throbbing pussy — since of course you had no panties on. you press your thumb down on your clit as your fingers work their way into your cunt. you were already soaked, just from hearing your professor speak to you, so it was easy to slide your digits in and out of you. 

nanami’s grin grows wider, loving the way your work your pussy,  “you not gonna play with your tits?” and you take his hint, your other hand sliding up to cup one of your boobs, your fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples. “good girl,” he praises.

you add another finger inside of you, writhing down hard on his desk against your digits. you quicken your pace, rubbing your thumb vigorously against your clit. his gaze on you served as an encouragement, your ultimate goal was shifted, at this point you didn’t care whether he passed or failed you — you just wanted to put on a good show for him.

“you gonna cum for me?” he taunts, the sound of your pussy squelching around your fingers as you drive them in is like music to his ears. you barely even noticed him fisting his dick, stroking it hard — matching the pace of your fingers hammers your cunt.  “you gonna make a big mess for me all over my desk?”

“professor i-” you whine, wanting more than just your own fingers inside of you, “please i need—”

“professor? what was it that you called me earlier?” he teases, “remind me of that and then maybe i’ll give you what you’re begging for.”

“s-sir please,” you sputter, barely being able to string a sentence together. you could feel you were about to cum hard. your fingers were still drilling into your pussy, and your hands were still suctioned on your tit and nanami's dick was taunting you. “i need you.”

“you need me hmm?” he mocks, his eyebrow tilting as he stares at your fucked out face.

“yeah p-please i need your dick,” you beg, your pussy was gushing all over your fingers, as your strokes got sloppier, “i need you i-in me.”

“oh really?” he asks with a smirk, a slight chuckle as you nod eagerly, “well too bad.”

“wha—”

“you really thought i’d put my dick in a slutty student that’s not even smart enough to even pass my class?” he lectures, he tuts his teeth, shaking his head, “now finish off for me and leave office hours end in a few minutes.”

“f-fuck,” you moan out, you could barely even process his words, too busy focused on cumming all over your fingers to think about how he just denied you of what you really wanted, your hand falls off your tit, your head jerking back as your release over his desk. he’s quick to cum too, biting down on his fist to surpress the loud moan threatening to come out

“you really made a mess for me huh,” he observes, swiping his fingers across the pool of cum you left on his desk and bringing it into his mouth, “sweet.” you were at a loss for words, you were just coached through one of the best orgasms you ever had from your professor — and he didn’t even touch you — yet you still don’t know whether he’s gonna pass you or not.

“so about that exam…?” you voice trails, as you put back on your shirt, hopping of his desk.

“i’ll think about it, sit the exam first and i’ll see what i can do,” his voice turns serious, and he nods his head in the direction for you to leave indicating for you to get up out of his office. but just before you're about to leave the room he calls out to you, “oi.”

“thanks for the live show.” 

☆ TOJI 

“why do we always have to fuck in such awkward spaces,” you complain nearly tripping on a basketball as toji holds you upright.

“you know you love it baby,” he smirks, pressing a kiss to your cheek, thrusting up into you further. 

you were in the gym supply closet, having your weekly sex with your university's gym teacher. you don’t even know how your little routine came about but once he started to hammer into you every friday after basketball practice, you’ve never missed a meet up.

“don’t call me that,” you groan out at the use of his pet name.

“why not?” he grumbles, cupping your tits with his hands as he stands behind you, “aren’t you students s’pposed to listen to your teachers and all that.”

you take a sharp inhale as his large hands smother your boobs, his thick things toy with your nipples, “but y-you aren’t a real teacher, in case you forgot.”

“am too,” he mutters like a child.

“a-are not,” you spit back just as childishly.

“am, too,” he persists, thrusting into you hard. pushing you down by your nape, forcing your hands to grip onto some random gym apparatus. he uses his foot to spread your legs apart wider so he can fit right behind you. fucking into you with something to prove.

“you teach gym to a bunch of brain dead j-jocks, wouldn’t say that classifies as being an actual professor toji.” you continue riling him up, biting your lip as his hammers into you harder. “you’re more like a glorified personal trainer than a teacher.”

he drives into you deeper, “oh and your just an uppity bitch, who still ended up fucking this ‘personal teacher,’ in a gym closet,” his mouth moves close to your ear, as he whispers, “so what does that say about you baby?” he presses a kiss underneath your ear lobe, before lightly sucking on it.

his words go straight to your core, him calling you an ‘uppity bitch’ had the exact effect he intended them to have — you throwing  your ass on his dick, fucking him back as hard as he was fucking you. 

he sends a smack to your ass, biting his lip as it ripples at the contact of his palm. his slaps were merciless, having you scream out every time he hits your cheek. “how’s this for a glorified personal trainer huh?” he coos in your ear, feeling dignified as you rut against him more feigning for more of his dick in your throbbing pussy. 

“ah you f-fill me up s-so so good,” you mewl out, as his dick pumps in and out of you stuffing you with every thrust. his mouth latches onto the nape of your neck, sucking on it as he ploughs into you deeper, hitting your spot with pinpoint accuracy.

“i know i do baby, i always stuff you good don’t i?” he groans out, your pussy was a vice grip on his dick, had him suppressing his moans whenever you clenched around him, “don’t know why you fuck around with these lame ass boys in your classes, they can’t fuck you like i do. do they?”

“well…” you voice trails in a teasing tone.

“dont f-fucking play with me,” he sputters, feeling himself about to bust all inside of you, “i’m the only one you fucking right,” when he doesn’t hear an immediate answer, he shoves himself into you his hips pushing right against your ass, “right?”

“y-yes fuck, right,” you sigh rolling your eyes at his act of possessiveness — ignoring how you pussy got even wetter at his words. “you’re the b-best i ever had, toji.”

“you’re damn right i am,” he scoffs out giving your ass one final slap as he says, “you going finish all over my dick, c’mon baby coat my dick with your sweet sweet,” and you do just that. you cum with a cry, releasing all over toji, as he shoots into you a loud groan leaving his mouth.

“aww i forgot how loud you get for me,” you tease him as he pulls out of you, turning to look at him with a grin, which he huffs out, “anyways what did i tell you about cumming in me, i'm not one of those cheerleaders you run around with,” you fuss swatting at his chest.

“yeah you aren’t one of the cheerleaders i run around with,” he repeats, “hence why i can cum in you, you know you’re my favourite fuck out of all my students”

“ugh you’re so gross.”

“you say that with my cum running down your legs,” he says, giving you a pointed look, his eyes staring down at your thighs, “i do have another hour till my next class i gotta teach, so i could clean it up for you?” he offers, already going down to his knees, knowing that was a suggestion you would not deny.

“if you insist.”

he starts to suck against your thighs as you lean against the wall, sandwiched between a goal post and a hockey stick, but just before his lips latch onto your pussy, he looks up to you with a pout, “do you really think gym coaches aren’t teachers?”

“oh shut up toji,” you mutter, pushing his head to your cunt.

☆ GETO

you storm into your professors office, pissed off. professor geto was the worst teacher you’ve ever had. he was cocky, arrogant and most of the time he didn’t have a clue what he was teaching. 

“ah miss know it all,” he muses, his personal nickname he created for you during his first semester of being your professor, “to what do i owe the pleasure this time.” you were no stranger to geto’s office, you were practically the only student that actually used his office hours. geto didn’t mind it though. the unplanned visits, your impoliteness — he was amused by it. 

“could you explain why you gave me a B, on my last paper?” you interrogate, waving said essay in his face furiously, “when we both know that this is easily worth an A.”

“i just think you could do better,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “i just think you haven’t harnessed your true potential, that’s all.” geto knew you were smart, the smartest person he’s ever taught. he just needed to get you in his office. and he knew a below average grade on an essay, that didn’t even matter, was the way to do that.

“and what do you know about potential?” you mutter, more to yourself than anything, “i don’t even know how you managed to get this job.”

he rolls his eyes at your comments, “do you really want this A?” 

"of course i want the stupid A," you reply, your tone determined. "i've put in the effort, and i've met all the requirements for this paper. there's no reason for you to give me a B except for your own personal bias against me."

“personal bias? some may argue that you’re actually my favourite?” geto leans back in his chair, a sly grin on his face. "but alright, then. here's the deal," he says, folding his arms. "if you can convince me right now, in this very moment, that you deserve an A for this paper, i'll change your grade. but you'll have to persuade me.”

“persuade you?” you retort, “what you want me to do a powerpoint presentation or something…?” 

he chuckles, shaking his head at your naivety, for someone so smart you somehow lack social awareness, “no i wanna see if you taste as good as you look.”

“you mean…” your voice trails, finally catching on to what he was getting at.

“come lay down on my desk,” he says casually as if this was a usual ordeal between the two of you. he could see you hesitating, “you do want that A right?” 

your feet were stuck in the ground, you never wanted to be one of those girls — ones that had to fuck a teacher just to get through university. but, regardless of your below A grade, you were more curious about what it would actually be like. especially with a professor that looked like geto. 

you lay down on his desk, nervous, you could feel his breath on your stomach as he slides down your jeans. he was kneeling down, his face at the same level as your pussy. he toys with your underwear, pulling at it and snapping it against your skin, giving you a smile of approval in your choice of panties. but just before he pulls them off you he asks, “you sure you want to do it smarty? you can run back to your dorm if you want?”

“anything to get the A,” you grit out, basically lying, since getting your grade improved was the last thing on your mind as he pulls off your underwear. 

he takes his hair — that was usually tied up in bun —  down, releasing his long hair, “just in case you need something to pull on,” he smirks.

his fingers slide across your wet slit, spreading your lips. he presses a kiss on your clit, slightly nibbling on it before working his mouth down to your pussy. you gasp at the contact as he latches his mouth on you, his tongue darting into your cunt at a quick pace. 

geto hums in satisfaction as you hands immediately go to grab his hair, pulling at it as his tongue gives you long strokes, lapping up all the juices already spilling out of you. “i didn’t think my star student would be this needy, if only the class could see you now.” he taunts lifting his head up, “i guess they wouldn’t be surprised though, your as hungry for my tongue as you are to answer questions in class,” he finishes with a chuckle pressing a kiss to your thigh.

but you’re quick to silence him, clenching your thighs against his head, “s-shut up,” you whine, thrusting your hips up in his face to meet his tongue. your head was swirling, you could barely remember how you ended up on your professors desk in the first place. but all you were focused on was clawing your fingers through his scalp as he slurps and sucks on your pussy.

“oh m-my god,” you murmur, soaking his face. he could tell by the way you pushing his face deeper into your cunt, his nose forced into your arousal that you were close.

“ready to let me taste you” he asks, his voice sending vibrations over your pussy, “wanna taste you so fucking bad.”

“fuck d-didn’t think it’ll be this g-good,” you whine out. he brings his thumb to you clit rubbing it as fast as he could taking you over the edge. you moan out, practically squealing, as you squirt all over his face. he smirks, trying to get as much as it as he can.

“i didn’t know my star student could squirt,” he teases, his mouth glistening with evidence of you, “or should i call you my star squirter.”

“haha, very funny…” you deadpan, becoming slightly shy at seeing him lick his lips wiping the last remains of you off of him.

“i guess my theory was right,” he concludes.

“what theory?” you ask, puzzled, forgetting the whole reason you let him eat you out in the first place.

“you do taste as good as you look,” he comments with a pleased grin, already reminiscing about you squirting all over his face.

“so about my A?” you ask pulling up your jeans, and collecting your things.

“yeah i’ll expect your rewrite on my desk by friday,” he shrugs, going back to his nonchalant persona.

“rewrite? did you not promise me an A if i can ‘persuade you,’ at how badly i want it?” you question, going back to your original state of being pissed off, “did i not persuade you mr ‘you do taste as good as you look.’ this is so unfair”

“ask me if i care about fairness?” he smirks, a laugh leaving his lips as he watches you storm out of his office, “hey! you left your underwear,” he calls out behind you, his laugh growing as you say nothing, putting up your middle finger at him and slamming his door shut.

☆ GOJO

“do you want to lose your job?” you chastise, “shut the fuck up.”

“but i can’t help it,” he purrs, nuzzling into your neck to suppress his non stop moans and whines that he was doing as he pushed his dick in you, “your pussy’s just too good.”

you were leaning against the desk of your professor gojo’s lecture hall, your legs wrapped around his bag as he hoisted you up, grinding his body against yours as his dick drives in your pussy. 

it was after hours, and gojo forgot to lock his classroom doors. as soon as your peers left the room he was quick to put his lips on yours, throwing all the stationary on his desk on the floor in the most dramatic fashion ever. 

you don’t know how you got entangled in a relationship with your teacher. since you didn’t actually benefit from it, and he was needier and clingier than an actual student your age. but the mind blowing orgasms he gave you every now and again made you forget all of his ‘bad qualities.’

“c’mon don’t tell me it’s not making you feel wetter,” he murmurs in between kisses, “the idea of someone walking in on me fucking your pretty little pussy.” you ignore him, your arms tightening around his neck as you bounce on his dick. “tell me that doesn’t make you hot,” he eases his dick out of you slightly, drawing both of your attention to his member already covered in your juices. his eyebrows raise when you look back at him as if he’s just proved his point.

“whatever, i guess the idea of us getting caught isn’t that bad,” you lie, knowing it was causing you to get better, “but if we do get caught then it's your ass gojo.”

“aww you’re so thoughtful,” he coos, “you really care about me and my job, will you miss me if i get fired?”

“well i’ll miss my on campus dick,” you mutter, scratching at his back, as he thrusts into you deeper, “but i’ll be able to replace you quickly i guess.”

“oh how you wound me,” he mocks, pulling you into a deep kiss, desperate to taste you. that was gojo’s favourite thing to do to you, of course your pussy was great, but your lips were his favourite thing. sometimes he’d even drag you out of the hallway into his office —not a care in the world if anyone was around— and pull you into his lap just shove his tongue into your mouth and fondle your tits.

for a lousy professor, gojo sure knew your body well. he knew every spot to hit, every place to kiss, every stroke to make and you loved it. the scratches you were giving him on his back, encouraging him to go deeper, stuffing you to the brim. “f-fuckk you take me so so well,” he moans in your ear, whining and grunting as you tighten your hold around him. 

“i’m close,” he mutters, his pace slowing. he lowers you down so your back is laying on the desk and he swoops his mouth down to your tits. enveloping your left breast with his mouth, greedily suckling at it. 

“wow already?” you taunt, “you’ve really lost your touch professor, when i was an undergrad we could go at it for days.” his mouth pauses, as he looks up at you with a pointed look that reads as ‘girl really? as if you aren’t close.’ he wasn’t wrong, from his deep long strokes in your pussy, and his tongue twisting on your nipples, you were ready to cum all over him.

“gojo shit,” you curse, your hand coming down to your clit, flicking at it fast to speed up your orgasm. but gojo slaps your hand away, almost offended that you would try to cum off of something other than his hands and mouth. he bites down on your nipple, punishingly and that sends you overboard. you let out a shriek as you cum all over his dick, your hand quickly coming over your mouth to suppress your whines.

“what happened to being quiet huh?” he mocks your warning from earlier, “don’t want to get caught, do we now?” but he’s quick to let out a deep moan, as he releases into you, spraying your walls with all your cum. he slumps over you, exhausted, and wanting to just feel you — gojo was always needy after sex.

after you both come down from your highs and clean up — thankful that nobody stumbled across you. gojo pulls you into his lap, dabbing kisses all over your neck, “so when you gonna let me take you out, outside the classroom?”

“y’know that’s not allowed right?” you remind him, looking at your professor as if he’s lost his mind, “what we’re doing now isn’t allowed, but out in public is a no go, gojo.”

“not allowed?” he retorts, as if it’s news to him, “i thought it was just heavily frowned upon?!”

an: sooo what did you think? which one was your favourite. me personal lame gym coach toji really did it for me. tagging my girl @jabamin mainly just for nanami. but yes ALSO IDK WHY I MADE THE READER DUMB IN THE NANAMI FIC, but I juxtaposed it by making you super smart in the geto fic so it balances it out. anyways lmk what you thought, thanks for reading!! DONT USE MY DIVIDERS

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rebel!ellie x preachers!daughter!reader

✞ summary : you, the preacher’s daughter, falls for the school’s rebellious out lesbian. shame, faith, and first love collide in a slow-burning secret romance that threatens to ruin everything - unless you’re brave enough to choose it.

glass saint

✞ cw : religious themes, internalised homophobia, fem!reader, emotional repression, drug use, language, emotional vulnerability.

✞ wk : 4,500

✞ 1 > 2 > 3

you grew up believing heaven was measured in obedience.

pressed skirts, bowed heads, and whispered amens. that was the currency of salvation. your father taught you that. he didn’t say it so much as live it - voice steady at the pulpit every sunday, always dressed in some shade of holy, his faith shining like a sword in the dark. you were raised like a precious thing. protected. sheltered. moulded.

so when you came to saint agnes girls academy - the all-girls religious boarding school nestled in the woods just outside ashland - you already knew how to keep your mouth shut and your knees together. you already knew the words to every hymn, every psalm, every prayer. you already knew who to be.

but nothing could have prepared you for ellie williams.

you’d heard of her before you ever saw her. the whispers started day one. “don’t sit near her.” “she’s a freak.” “she got expelled from three schools already.” “she kissed a girl and told the priest to go fuck himself.” you told yourself you didn’t care. that she was just another lost soul on the edge of ruin.

but that was before the chapel incident.

it was the third week of term when it happened. wednesday evening mass. you were sitting in the front row, back straight, cross necklace gleaming like polished silver in the candlelight. ellie stumbled in halfway through the sermon - late, of course - and didn’t even pretend to be reverent. she slouched into the pew behind you, her uniform a mess: tie loose, shirt untucked, black hoodie poking out from underneath her blazer. her shoes, beat up and definitely not regulated, clunked against the floor as she kicked them up onto the wooden bench, arms stretched wide like she was crucifying herself.

you didn’t mean to look. you really didn’t. but you couldn’t help it. something about her demanded to be seen.

her eyes met yours halfway through father matthews’ reading from leviticus. you hadn’t realised she was staring. her gaze was piercing; sharp, amused, knowing. and when the priest read, “thou shalt not lie with mankind as with womankind: it is abomination”, ellie smirked.

then, quiet, low, just loud enough for you to hear, she muttered: “guess i’m going to hell.”

you flushed hot all over.

not because you were scandalised.

but because your thighs pressed together, tight.

you didn’t speak to her for weeks after that. you avoided her when you could. she always seemed to be somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be: behind the science labs smoking weed, or carving something into the underside of a desk in ethics class, or passed out in the sun with headphones on during choir practice. people gave her a wide berth. the teachers tolerated her only because she was too smart to flunk and too stubborn to punish.

but you were different. you couldn’t ignore her.

because she was the only thing in this place that made you feel like you were unraveling.

and you hated that.

so the first time you talked to her, it was out of spite.

she was lounging outside the dormitories, sitting on the hood of one of the school vans with a sketchpad in her lap and a cigarette between her lips. the sun was setting behind her, turning the clouds violet and gold.

you stood over her with your arms crossed.

“you’re not supposed to smoke on school grounds.”

she didn’t look up. just exhaled slow and said, “you’re not supposed to lie, either. but i bet you do.”

you stiffened. “excuse me?”

ellie finally looked up. her eyes were green and wicked. “you think no one notices you staring? you practically drool every time i walk past.”

“i don’t-“

“relax,” she said, smirking. “i’m flattered. daddy’s little saint wants to be a sinner. cute.”

you slapped the sketchpad out of her lap.

it fell to the pavement, flipping open to reveal a half-finished charcoal sketch.

of you.

you turned and walked away before she could see your hands trembling.

from that day forward, she started talking to you like it was a game.

little things. snide comments in the hallway. winks from across the dining hall. notes slipped into your locker with things like “tell me again how you’re not gay while you keep staring at the girls in the locker rooms like that.” or “confession at 7? you should really bring up the way you stared at me in theology today. real unholy.”

you hated her.

you hated the way she made you feel.

you hated that she could say those things so freely, like she wasn’t scared. like she’d already made peace with the part of herself you were still trying to drown in scripture.

but the worst part? you started writing back.

the first note was angry. accusatory.

i feel sorry for you.

her response?

that’s funny. i touch myself to you.

you nearly set it on fire.

but you didn’t.

you kept it in your bible. right next to the book of james.

the slow burn wasn’t fire at first.

it was silence. stolen glances. unspoken tension.

it was the way she sat behind you in chapel, always one pew back, always close enough that you could hear her breathing. it was the way your skin burned when she brushed past you in the hallway. it was the fact that you started watching her hands in class, long fingers smudged with ink, drumming against the desk, always restless, always creating.

and then it was anger again.

one day in ethics, when father matthews launched into another homophobic diatribe, ellie laughed. loud. too loud.

you turned around in your seat, furious.

“can you show some respect?” you hissed.

ellie leaned back, one arm slung over the back of her chair. “for what? a bunch of bigots using god to hide their hate?”

“he’s a priest-“

“he’s a coward.”

you stared at her, your face burning.

“you’re disgusting.”

she smirked. “and you’re a liar.”

that was the first time she kissed you.

not there. not then.

but later, that same night, when you found her sitting on the chapel steps, legs outstretched, blunt in hand, sketchbook resting against her thigh. you meant to yell at her again. you meant to tell her to leave, to stop tormenting you, to act like a decent human being.

but when you opened your mouth, all that came out was:

“why me?”

ellie didn’t look at you.

she exhaled smoke and said, “because you’re the only one who looks at me like you want something you’re not allowed to want.”

and then - quiet, almost soft - “because you hate me the way i hated myself.”

she didn’t wait.

she just leaned in, fingers curled under your jaw, and kissed you like it didn’t matter if the world burned down around you.

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[sunday-bug]

Friday Night Flirts

Pairing: College Student!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Content: flirty banter, somewhat grumpy reader x sunshine Bucky, Bucky is your brother's roommate, mild smut, no explicit sex, but definitely suggestive

Synopsis: Your brother’s roommate, Bucky, turns out to be more than just an annoyance - a study session turns into a bit more.

A/N: my entry for @avengers-assemble-bingo for AA Spring Bingo

Prompt/Square: "Roommates"/3

Card Number: AAS002

Fucking Colin. Always hungover. Always late for class. He’d flunk out if it weren’t for you, his dutiful twin sister. The golden child. You rap on the dorm door three times. 

An irritated groan comes from the other side. “Colin! Open up you dumbass!” You raise your fist and start banging more aggressively, bringing your fist back and letting it fly forward as the door swings open. Your fist meets a chest… a hard chest. Definitely not your brother’s chest.

“Good morning, sunshine,” an unfamiliar voice bellows. Your eyes meet the stranger’s.

“Who are you?” You ask, annoyed, as you scoot past him to throw a bag of Advil, Pedialyte, and a breakfast burrito at your brother. “Drink this, take three Advil, and eat that. And stop getting smashed on school nights, idiot.”

“Your girl is a buzzkill,” the tall stranger says to your brother. 

“Ew, she’s my sister, bro,” he spits out, taking a big drink of the Pedialyte. 

“Again, who the hell are you?” You ask him.

“I’m Bucky,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“He just transferred in. Got assigned to be my roommate. Knows all the good party places,” Colin explains, taking a tiny bite of burrito.

“Lovely. That’s just what you need,” you say sarcastically to your brother.

“You seem like you could use some fun,” Bucky chortles. “Relax. He’s fine.”

You snort, “Clearly. He’s hungover to Heaven on a Wednesday morning.” You look at your brother and see his face has turned ashen, a sheen of sweat covering his face.

“I’m gonna-“ he starts, running out the hall presumably to puke.

“Great,” you mutter, shaking your head, looking at Colin’s pile of textbooks and schoolwork on his desk. Your eyes turn to Bucky’s side of the room and you notice his unmade bed, unsurprisingly clean desk, and a poster of a band you like.

He notices you looking at the poster. “They’re a prog metal band,” he offers. “I’m sure you haven’t heard of them.”

Your eyes flit to him in irritation. “I saw them in the city last summer, actually. One of my favorites.”

“You?” He asks incredulously. “You don’t seem like…”

“Go on, what’s your first impression of me?” You press, arms folding over your chest.

“Prissy,” he admits with a laugh. “High strung. Bit of a ball buster.”

“How sweet,” you reply, rolling your eyes. You give him your name and introduce yourself properly. “I’m Colin’s twin sister. Linguistics major. Certified ball buster. Allegedly a priss. Just looking out for my brother.”

Bucky laughs and follows your lead. “I’m James, but everyone calls me Bucky. Fine arts major. Certified in motorcycle safety. Allegedly great in bed. Just making sure my new roommate has a good time.”

“You’re trouble,” you mutter, exasperated.

“And you look like you could use some,” he smirks, taking a step closer to you. 

“I assure you that I can find trouble without you as a tour guide, Bucky,” you offer, relaxing your arms at your side.

“I like how you say my name,” he utters, moving closer still.

“If you think you’re being charming, it’s not working,” you whisper.

His eyes move over your body quickly before meeting yours again. “You might want to tell your body to catch up with your mind then. It’s giving you away, darlin'."

You furrow your brow and look down, seeing your peaked nipples poking through your thin T-shirt. You cross your arms again, covering your breasts. “I’m just cold.”

“Just cold,” he repeats with a smirk, looking down at his watch. “I gotta get to class.”

You feel the smallest tug of disappointment in your gut, but steel yourself with snark. “Of course. You wouldn’t want that 2.0 GPA to slip!”

Bucky gathers a sketchbook, a few books, and sticks a pencil behind his ear. He puts his hand on the door to leave. “3.8 actually,” he offers with a smile before taking off. 

Colin walks back in a few moments later, looking a bit better. “You missed your first class,” you say. “Don’t miss the next one, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, curling into his bed. “I set my alarm. I got it.”

“Okay, see you later,” you say before leaving his dorm. 

—

It's Friday night. You have your planner on your desk and all of your assignments for the upcoming week laid out. Your roommate is going home for the weekend so you have your dorm to yourself to study and get ahead. Your phone pings.

Colin: I think I left my wallet in ur purse 

You’d gone to the gym together and for a bite to eat last night and remember him throwing it in your bag. You check your purse and find it. 

You: Yeah, I have it. When will you be here?

Colin: Can u bring it to me? I gotta shower

You huff, annoyed. 

You: Fine. Be there in 5.

You throw a sweatshirt over your bra and bike shorts, grab your purse, and trek to his dorm. At least it was nice outside. The door to his room is cracked when you get there so you knock once and enter. 

“Hi, sunshine,” a familiar voice bellows. Bucky is standing by his bed, shirtless and glistening, a towel slung low on his hips. “My eyes are up here,” he teases.

You scoff, “Where’s Colin?”

“Just left to shower. What’s up?”

“I have his wallet,” you say, reaching into your purse and walking over to set it on your brother’s desk.

“Do you keep tabs on his spending too?” Bucky teases.

“He left it in my bag, asshole,” you mutter, watching him rifle through his closet. 

“You know I’m teasing you, right? You’re cute when you get all riled up,” he smirks, picking out a blue t-shirt and throwing it on his bed. He assesses your casual outfit. “Don’t tell me you’re staying in on a Friday night.”

You look down at your sweatshirt and shorts and swallow. “I have a lot of studying-“

Colin storms back into the dorm at that moment, hands raised in glee. “She texted me, bro!”

“No shit?” Bucky asks, high-fiving your brother. 

“She wants to go out tonight,” Colin says. “I know we were gonna-“

Bucky cuts him off, “Go out with her, man. Don’t worry about me. I’ll find something to do.”

“Okay, man. Thanks,” he says, toweling off his hair. You plop down on Colin’s desk chair, swiveling around and snooping through his notes and textbooks as he gets dressed, pockets his wallet, and rushes out the door. 

You laugh and stand up. “Good for him. Guess I’ll see ya around.”

“Wait,” Bucky starts. “Don’t go.”

You raise your eyebrows, hand on the doorknob. “Don’t go?”

“I mean, do you wanna do something tonight? With me?” He asks quietly, still in a towel. Your mind goes back to your solo study session in your dorm. 

“I really was planning to study,” you say. 

“Can I make a suggestion?” He asks, pulling a pair of sweats from a drawer. 

“Um, sure?”

“What if I study with you, and then we do something fun?”

“You want to study with me? On a Friday night?”

“And then we’ll do something fun, yes,” he clarifies.

“I already have all of my stuff set up in my dorm, though,” you mutter. 

“So we’ll study there,” he says nonchalantly.

“Oh, um, okay,” you agree. “I’ll just wait in the hall so you can get dressed,” you say, slipping out into the hallway. You scroll mindlessly on your phone while you wait for Bucky. He slips out after a couple minutes, sketchpad in hand and you breathe in. “Did you put cologne on? To study?”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “What? I can’t smell nice?”

You smile to yourself and nudge off the wall, leading the way to your dorm. “Let’s go.”

The walk back to your room is odd. People look at you, or rather, at you walking with Bucky. He seems to know everyone, despite recently transferring in. 

“You, uh, you make friends pretty easily, huh?” You ask.

“I’m a nice guy,” he shrugs. “Not my fault you’re antisocial.”

“I’m not antisocial, asshole. I’m… shy,” you clarify, realizing how lame that sounds. You open the door to your building and the RA at the front desk’s eyes nearly bulge out of her skull at the sight of you with Bucky. You wave and head up to your room. It’s not that you’ve never had a boy in your room, but maybe not a boy of Bucky’s… caliber. 

“I take it your roommate actually enjoys her Friday nights,” he quips as you let him into your empty dorm room.

“She went home for the weekend. And for your information, I do enjoy my Friday nights.”

“Do you have a speaker?” He asks, ignoring your rebuttal, scrolling through Spotify. You nod to the small speaker on your desk and watch him pick a playlist.

A familiar song plays and you smirk. “I like this one.”

“Me too,” he says, perusing your books and study materials. “Looks serious.”

“It can be,” you offer. “What do you need to work on?”

“Just a few sketches for my still life class.” He takes off his shoes and sits on your bed, getting comfortable quickly as he opens his sketchpad. You watch him stick his tongue between his teeth in concentration and can’t help but smile as you sit down at your desk. Propping your legs up on your desk, you lean back and read from your textbook, making highlights over important passages. You hear Bucky flip the page of his sketchbook, sigh, and the sound of pencil on paper. After a half hour or so, you readjust your position and hear his pencil stop moving. He clears his throat.

“Can I see?” You ask, eyeing his sketch pad.

“Um…”

“No pressure,” you say, waving off the question. 

“You can see,” he says sheepishly, turning the sketchpad to you. It takes you a split second to recognize yourself on the paper in the same sweatshirt you’re wearing now, bare legs propped up on your desk, a book in your lap. Your eyes flit from the drawing to him and then back. 

“So, you’re really good,” you say with a small laugh. 

“I’m okay,” he offers with a shrug. “I had to miss a class this week, so I’m working on extra credit.”

“What did you miss?” You ask.

The slightest blush blooms on the apples of his cheeks. “The nude model.”

“Ah,” you say quietly. “So you thought my bare legs might suffice?”

“I, uh, I should have asked before I started sketching. I’m sorry,” he says, closing his book. 

You realize he thinks you’re upset. “No, Bucky, it’s fine. Really. It’s a lovely drawing. It’s flattering, actually, to see how someone else sees me.”

He swallows, “Yeah, well you’re not exactly hard to look at.”

It’s your turn to blush. You feel your entire body heat, and suddenly your dorm feels very small and hot. You shut your textbook and shed your sweatshirt. “Sorry, it’s warm in here.”

Bucky eyes your bra and shorts combo - you normally don’t think much of it, as it’s something you wear to the gym regularly, but it’s like he’s undressing you with his eyes. And you’re so okay with it. “It’s okay,” he breathes. The way his eyes darken uncoils something inside of you and you make a decision.

“We’ve studied,” you start, “and you mentioned doing something fun after, but I just wouldn’t feel right if you didn’t get full points for your extra credit assignment.” You stand up and walk to your bed. “Don’t you think?”

Bucky smirks nervously. “What are you suggesting?” 

“Sit at my desk, and I’ll show you,” you say. Your heart is slamming in your chest, but the way he’s looking at you is making you feel bold as hell and like you want to prove his assumptions about you wrong. He gets up and sits in your desk chair and you take his place on your bed. His cologne lingers and goosebumps rise on your skin. You arrange your pillows so you’re lying down but facing him. “Draw me.”

The smallest smile paints his face and he shakes his head slightly, turning to a fresh page in his sketchbook and pulling the pencil from behind his ear into his hand. “Put your foot up on the headboard,” he directs you, taking your ankle gently in his hand and planting it where he wants it. His touch - the first time he’s actually touched you - feels like fire. 

“Wait,” you say. “This isn’t right.” 

His head falls. “I’m sorry. If you’re uncomfortable-”

You cut him off and sit up. “No, it’s not that,” you say. “You said you missed the nude modeling class, so…” You pull your bra over your head, freeing your breasts. A small noise escapes Bucky’s throat and you smile as you remove your bike shorts, leaving you in your underwear. You lie back on the bed as he instructed before, one foot on the headboard, the other planted on the mattress. You bring one hand up over your head and rest the other on your ribcage. 

“How’s this?” You ask, finally looking into his eyes. His throat bobs as his eyes travel up and down your nearly naked form. 

“Fucking lush,” he whispers. “You’re perfect.”

You smile and move your hand up from your ribcage to your breast, brushing over your hardened bud. 

“Oh, fuck, don’t do that,” he breathes, closing his eyes. “I won’t be able to concentrate.”

You giggle and put your hand back in a safe place. “Okay, I’ll behave. Go ahead and sketch. I’ll stay still.”

He smiles and looks down at his sketchpad, stroking the first lines of your form across the page. A slow, sultry song comes over the speaker and he clears his throat, adjusting the notebook in his lap. The air conditioning kicks on after a few minutes of him sketching and the cool breezes from the vents licks across your bare skin, making your nipples peak once again. Bucky notices immediately and focuses his pencil on one part of the paper, his eyes shifting from your breasts to the page. The blush in his cheeks deepens, and his arousal is obvious through his sweatpants. The sight of his excitement turns you on, and you can feel yourself grow wet. You shift just slightly, clenching your thighs together for some form of relief. His hand comes up to move your legs back into position and you shy away, teasing him. 

“Isn’t that the first rule of nude modeling? You can’t touch the model?” You ask.

He chuckles lightly, holding his hand up in surrender. “Fine, no touching.”

You move your legs back into position and he notices the evidence of your arousal on your underwear. “All of that without even touching you?” 

You gasp quietly at his comment before quipping back, “I could say the same for you.” You eye the growing bulge in his sweatpants. 

“Take them off,” he begs, nodding to your underwear. You swallow and nod once, slowly sliding your underwear off. Bucky licks his lips at the sight of you completely naked and sits back down in your desk chair, picking up his sketchpad. “I’m almost done.”

“Good,” you breathe.

“Good?” He asks, looking up at you from under his dark lashes, pencil poised above the paper. 

You nod, trying to convey what you want without actually saying the words. 

“I thought I couldn’t touch the model,” he says cheekily, concentrating on his work. 

“Maybe we can break that rule,” you sigh, letting your hand travel lower to where your body is begging for it.

“Jesus Christ, I’m definitely not going to finish if you start doing that,” he mutters.

“But you said you’re almost done,” you hiss, starting to rub slow circles around your clit. “So finish.”

“Oh, I intend to finish,” he growls, dropping the sketchpad on your desk and shedding his shirt and sweats in seconds before climbing on the bed with you. Your body clenches in anticipation as he surrounds you - his muscles, his fucking cologne, his erection pressing into your leg. 

“Are you still sad about your Friday night in?” You breathe, kissing his neck and pushing your hand under the waistband of his boxers, gripping him gently.

Bucky gasps and smiles, biting your earlobe. “Fuck no. I think you’re onto something with Friday night study sessions. Now c’mere.”

[houseofceline]

My Pretty Girl - T.N.

Stupid Potions Exam

Pairing: Ravenclaw and sort of ditzy but talented Reader x Slytherin notorious playboy Theodore Nott

Warnings: None (yet ;))

Summary: Theo's not the one to tutor anyone but maybe he'll make an exception for a certain pretty girl?

&lt; 3

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“Damn mate you starving?” Mattheo teased as Theo scarfed down a muffin that Lorenzo found in his backpack. 

Theo rolled his eyes as he finished chewing, “Hannah wouldn’t fucking leave my room this morning and made me miss breakfast.” 

“You still seeing her?” Lorenzo questioned with his eyebrows raised. 

“Seeing her is a bit of a stretch,” Theo replied, wanting to throw up at the mention of the girl. Sure she was a good fuck and all but he never understood why she had to throw a fit every morning after. It wasn’t the first time he threw her out in the morning, matter of fact it was everytime they slept together and yet the Slytherin girl still wanted to make a scene. 

“Should’ve seen the look on Malfoy’s face when she cried and looked towards him for help,” Theo laughed, recalling the frightened yet disgusted expression his roommate made at her cries. 

“You’re a gentleman for sure,” Mattheo spoke sarcastically as Theo chuckled at the statement. 

“Yeah definitely,” Theo replied back in the same tone. 

“Mate I’m definitely flunking tomorrow’s potions exam,” Lorenzo sighed as the trio approached the library. 

Theo knew that studying with these two idiots nothing would actually be done, but what else was there to do on a Thursday night? 

“Speak for yourself I’m ready to pass,” Mattheo boasted knowing that they had about the same grade in the class. 

The three Slytherins looked for a place to sit. 

The library was packed, it seemed like everyone in the damn castle was here preparing for some sort of exam tomorrow. 

“Found a spot,” Mattheo spoke up as Theo and Lorenzo followed behind him. 

“Mind if we sit here princess?” Mattheo asked as Theo moved beside him to see who he was talking to. 

Pretty girl from potions. What the fuck was he doing calling her princess?

“Princess? You two dating or something?” Theo teased even though this was the last thing he ever wanted to picture in his head. 

You looked away blushing while shaking your head. 

This was one of the worst ways you could’ve responded to his answer in his opinion. Theo wanted to drown Riddle first and then himself at the thought of you blushing over him. 

You didn’t think much of it. You knew that there were no actual romantic feelings between the two of you. You didn’t have any friends in history of magic and after meeting the two Slytherins they became your only friends in that class. 

Despite not giving Mattheo an actual answer to the question the three boys took seats at your table. 

Theo was quick to take a seat in front of you while Mattheo settled down beside you. 

“Oh we’re all studying for potions?” Lorenzo took a peak at your books. 

You sighed before pouting and nodding. 

“It’s the worst subject to ever exist.” 

Lorenzo nodded in agreement while Theo gasped. 

“Worst? It’s one of the easiest subjects,” Theo scoffed while you and Lorenzo gaped at him. 

“Tutor us then Nott,” Mattheo rolled his eyes as he took out his books as well. 

“No, go ask Malfoy.” 

You giggled at their interaction. 

If your laugh was the first thing you hear when you get to heaven Theo decided he was going to start being a better person. 

“No, Malfoy calls us stupid fucks everytime we get an answer wrong,” Lorenzo pretend to cry while the table next to us shushed him very loudly. 

“Damn okay.” 

“Open your damn book mate, you're the one that’s most likely to fail,” Mattheo said as he started to take notes. 

“Actually that might be me,” you mumbled quietly as you tried focusing on the same paragraph for the thousandth time. You had read it over and over again but it felt as if it was impossible to retain the actual information. 

“You good?” Theo whispered as he watched you stare blanking at the textbook. 

He was doing charms homework. He didn’t think he needed to study for potions as he felt comfortable in his naturally gifted abilities. It was like relying on common sense for him. 

You nodded hesitantly. Truth be told, you were so far from good. 

You were positive that you were not going to pass the exam tomorrow. Your Ravenclaw was not Ravenclawing. 

You couldn’t afford to get another bad mark since the exam would pretty much break or make your passing grade. 

Another lecture about grades from your parents was the last thing you needed when you were still trying to earn their support for your chosen career. 

Theo could tell you didn’t mean it. 

He looked over to Mattheo and pleaded for him to leave. 

He smirked before kicking Lorenzo’s leg motioning towards the two of you and then the doors. 

Thank merlin he got the hint and began packing his things up. 

“I’m feeling pretty tired, I need a nap break,” Lorenzo let out an award winning fake yawn as Mattheo nodded in agreement. 

“We’ll see you guys later,” Mattheo waved before nodding to Theo for good luck. 

Theo definitely owes them one. 

“Here I’ll help you,” Theo offered as he got up and took Mattheo’s seat. 

He scooted your chair closer and placed his arm around the back of your chair. 

You started to feel your face heat up at his close proximity and hoped he didn’t notice. 

He shifted the textbook towards the middle of you two before grabbing parchment and a quill from his backpack. 

“Here take some notes,” he handed them to you as you nodded obediently. 

“Wound-cleaning potion,” Theo began to read out loud to you as you started writing.

“Characteristics are as follows: purple, smoke and stung upon contact.” He listed and waited for you to finish writing before continuing. 

You mentally thanked him for putting everything into simpler terms for notes as you wrote down everything he said. 

Reading through the textbook it was hard to understand what the potion exactly was because it had so many words. 

He continued to read and stop every time he wanted you to write something down. 

In between your writings you couldn’t help but admire his face as his attention was fixated on the book. The dim lighting in the library made his jawline and face features stand out and appear sharper than normal. He looked so pretty. 

“Stir counterclockwise for five minutes,” Theo finished as he turned his head catching you looking at him. 

You immediately looked away and tried to hide your rosy cheeks as you wrote down what he had said. 

It didn’t go unnoticed by Theo as he chuckled seeing your shy state before turning his attention back to the book. 

Maybe another time he would tease you for getting so nervous around him, but tonight his goal was to make sure you passed the exam tomorrow. 

[themoonandtosaturn]

definitely - @rosekillermicrofic - tiny bit of jegulus - word count: 517

It had started small. A casual hand on Evans leg over dinner, the small private smiles they sometimes shared across the common room. And yes, sometimes Evan had caught Barty staring at him, felt his eyes on the back on his neck. And he supposed, if he was honest, that there had been some flirting between them. Quite a lot of flirting actually.

But it didn’t mean anything did it? It couldn’t mean anything, not to Barty anyway. Because Barty Crouch flirted with everyone, Evan knew he wasn’t special in that sense. Everything was a game to Barty, and he supposed that he was just part of whatever Crouch was entertaining himself with at this moment in time.

Evan watched the boy from his seat on the couch, Barty was chatting animatedly to Regulus but every so often he would glace over and smile at Evan. It made his heart melt, Barty often managed to do that.

Their conversation appeared to be over, Regulus slapped Crouch across the back in a brotherly manner, muttering something that sounded like “Good luck mate,” but Evan couldn’t be sure. Lip reading had never been his strong point.

“Alright Rosie?” Crouch had taken a seat next to him on the leather couch, grinning widely.

That smile would be Evans undoing.

“Not bad Bee.” He replied, trying to keep his voice level as Barty shifted to face him, “What was Reg wishing you luck with?”

“Asking someone to Hogsmeade this weekend, thought he’d have some good advice you know? Given he managed to pull James - drop dead gorgeous – Potter.”

“Oh right.” Evan’s heart sank, this was it then. Barty had finished was ever game they were playing, at least he’d had that decency to tell him before he took this mystery girl out, maybe it would save him a lot of heart ache. He doubted it.

“Who is she then?” There was a lump in his throat, but he tried to swallow it down.

“Not a she actually.” A smile smirk was playing on Crouch's face.

Oh god it was a boy. This made it ten times worse Evan thought. Anyone but him, Crouch would go out with anyone but him.

“Who is he then?” Yup, his voice was shaking now, this was embarrassing.

“You.” Crouch said simply, still grinning.

Well, that was a surprise.

“I’m surprised you didn’t pick up on it earlier to be honest. I’m crazy about you Rosie.”

Evan felt his face grow hot at Barty’s words. “You’re crazy about me?”

“Very much so Evan. I’m bloody obsessed with you; it’s probably a bit unhealthy actually. You’re basically all I can think about.”

“R-really?”

“Yup! I flunked a transfiguration exam because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I don’t think that was all my fault, you flunked your transfiguration exam because you didn’t pick up your notes until the morning of.”

“Hm maybe, but it was partly your fault.”

“Well, I’ll take partial responsibility then.” Evan was smiling too now, not quite believing the direction this was going.

“So, Evan Rosier,” Crouch grinned. “Hogsmeade this weekend?”

“Definitely.”

[detectivestucks2]

Mean, Rich, & Mine Pt.3

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Frat Boy Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: Degradation, drinking, assholes being assholes

Summary: Your trip to the boutique changes your perspective about things and the way Sukuna is suddenly treating you is filling you with conflicting feelings, especially at the party.

Art Credit: @innaillus

Word Count: 5.7k

Chapter 2 I Chapter 4

The scent of expensive perfume leaks from the cracks under the front door to the fancy boutique you now stand before. You’re positive you’re about to be the poorest person to ever step foot in the place; even a personal assistant to this kind of clientele probably makes more money than you. When you do enter, the sales clerks look at you but don’t say hi, they simply look back down to their computer or resume rearranging the items on the racks. 

“Umm, excuse me, I need assistance.” your meek voice calls.

“We don’t offer layaway if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Hmm? I just, I was sent a list of stuff to get and I don’t do this, um, kind of thing, ever, and I need to make a good impression tomorrow. So anyways, my partner sent me here cause apparently you can do that for me.”

“Honey, you won’t be able to afford us, meaning we won’t be able to help you, sorry. Surely your friend would’ve warned you.”

Then it clicks, they’re dismissing you cause you look so poor that they assumed you weren’t a real client. Duh. “Oh, that part. Yes, well, actually, he gave me his card, so that detail should be covered.”

Their eyes light up with interest and suddenly these cold bratz dolls are full of life. Their greedy gaze scans you up and down, ready to execute your extreme makeover.

“Ah, if that’s the case, then you’ve definitely come to the right place. Okay, hun, what are your boyfriend’s instructions?”

You pull your phone from your pocket and open it up, “He’s not my boyfriend,” you say, handing it to her, “Just my chemistry lab partner.” She takes a look at the lengthy list and then looks back up at you.

“He sends you this type of list and gives you his card to buy it? 'Chemistry partner' seems about right. This guy wants to bone.”

The girl who was playing on the computer snags your phone from her hands, “Ah, someone’s meeting the parents soon.”

“It’s nothing like that.”

“Then tell us, what’s it like? How does a girl like you get a shopping list like this along with a guys card?”

“I’m his lab partner. He’s gonna introduce me to some connected alum if I help him get an A in the class.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think the alum are going to be looking at your underwear. This dude is def hoping to get some.”

“He put underwear on that list?!” You snatch your phone back, searching for it under the recommended items. 

“This brand here,” one of the girls points out, “is an underwear brand… a very slutty underwear brand.”

Eyes wide, you look up at both girls who laugh, “You didn’t seriously think you were going to get all this for free, did you?”

“It’s not free, he’s been a dick. This was supposed to be his way of making up for it while ensuring he doesn’t flunk out.”

“Oh honey, how blind are you? Men are simple. Believe their actions, not their words. If he’s been a dick, it’s cause he wants to give you dick. And based on this list, he wants to give it to you bad. Trust us.”

The three of you stand in front of a three way mirror, your phone held in their hands while your surprise reflects back at you from all angles.

“What if I don’t want him like that though?”

“Is he ugly?”

“He’s extremely tall, muscular, and tatted. What do you think?”

“I think you’re an idiot.”

“Don’t mind Sherry.” the other girl butts in, “I think you should make him beg for you just so you can turn him down. That’s what dirtbags deserve.” She smiles widely, seeming to understand Sukuna’s type. “I’m Mae, by the way.”

“Christina.” you say back, “though my lab partner calls me Charity.”

“Ah, he gave you a stripper name. Convenient. Doesn’t sound like desire at all”

You smile at them, suddenly feeling more at home than you ever thought possible in a place like this. The two of them bustle about, first, they take your measurements and then get to work compiling outfits for school, interviews, parties, and date nights. You’re getting the full country club package. But then there’s the matter of the underwear. 

“Do I have to get this?”

“He put it on the list. And when it comes to rich guys, you follow their directions. Trust me, hun.”

“I’m not wearing this for him.”

“Then wear it for some other guy.”

“I don’t see myself wearing it for anyone.” Your eyes assess the assortment of red and black lacey garments, some with strappy accessories, some with leather detailing, and others with holes cut out in strategic locations. 

“If you wanna make it in their world, just take it. Wear it under your interview clothes. Give yourself that boost of confidence.”

You laugh, “You’re crazy.”

“And serious.”

“Fine, I’ll take the underwear, but just for myself.”

“Okay sis, now we just need to get you a couple of bags, including replacing that heinous backpack of yours, some shoes, and an expensive perfume.”

“Is all that really necessary?”

“Trust us.”

“I just feel like this is a bit overboard. I can’t spend his money like this.”

“Do we need to remind you of the list?”

“He knows exactly how big the bill is,” Sherry interjects.

“Can I check with him first?”

“Aww, she’s cute? Isn’t she?”

“So cute. She’s gonna be such a good girlfriend.”

“I’m not his girlfriend,” you grumble while dialing his number.

“Hey Charity,” Sukuna greets on the other end of the line.

“Please stop calling me that.” 

“Unlikely.” The girls giggle in the background.

“Ugh, fine. Anyways, I’m here at that boutique you recommended and the sales ladies put together everything on your list and... it’s a bit much.”

“Is it over $20,000?”

“$20,000! Good heavens! No!”

“Then don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry! How loaded are you?!”

“Very. Now be a good little lab partner and do as I tell you.”

“Fine. But I don’t want to hear any bitching when your bill comes in.”

“Don’t worry, Charity, I won’t. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

You hang up the phone to your two fairy godmothers cracking up. They don’t need to say ‘I told you so,’ you see it on their faces already. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, I'm new to this, okay?”

“I’d get used to it, hun. You’re going to become one of these rich chums one way or another.”

“Yeah, either you’re going to earn it or you’re going to marry into it.”

“Marry?! I need you two to stop. He doesn’t even know my real name. At least, I don’t think he does.”

“He probably has it written all over the inside of his locker.” 

You snort at their absurd assumptions. “How about this, if I’m wrong, I’ll come back here for my wedding dress, and if I’m right, you give me 75% off of one item in the store.”

“We’re not allowed to do that, hun.”

“Deal!” Mae lunges in. 

“Mae!” Sherry scorns.

“Oh come on, it’s never this exciting around here. We can break the rules just once!”

“Fine. 75% off one thing.” 

You extend your hand. The girls each grab it and shake it, squealing in excitement. 

After loading up the boxes of clothes and bags into your trunk, the girls both advise you try to squeeze a new car out of your deal with Sukuna before wishing you luck. You laugh and tell them no thanks before heading home. It’s gonna take you a solid thirty minutes to get your spoils upstairs and into your apartment. Still, now you have a wardrobe worth more than your yearly salary and some preposterous thoughts about Sukuna, the secret lover boy.

It’s 5:00pm the next day, and you’re finally ready. Your arms are killing you from doing your hair, but it turned out perfect. You looked up some bridal buns that you thought looked classy and replicated one low, near the nape of your neck, with plenty of volume and face-framing pieces. You pinned in some peals to accent some of the curls, and now you legitimately look like a princess. 

For your outfit, you went with a stunning black cocktail dress. The neckline of which wraps around your throat with a peekaboo cutout over your chest, allowing the edges of Sukuna’s leather and lace lingerie to poke out. The dress has a second cutout along your lower back, just above the waistline of the skirt, accentuating the dip in the small of your back, strategically bringing more shape to your frame. Paired with simple black red bottom stilettos, you look like an office siren who’d definitely get the job for all the wrong reasons. 

You pull out your new expensive clutch that’s worth a month of groceries and dump in your apartment keys, phone, and Chanel perfume. “Welp, time to be charming and demure to a bunch of drunk, rich, idiots,” you say to yourself, “Hopefully I score some connections tonight.”

You take off your shoes while you walk over to Sukuna’s place, not wanting to scuff them up or roll your ankle as you walk across campus and down Greek row. The things are $900 and you’ll never be able to afford another pair of these once this is said and done. 

It’s easy to tell which mansion is your destination as you approach. There are spotlights and a red carpet leading up to the front. You, however, head around back to the kitchen entrance, like you always do, and give a quick knock. When the door opens, yet another super-tall, buff guy answers. Apparently, there are some qualifying criteria about being a superhuman hottie to join this frat. The flavor of the day has short, midnight hair and a scar over his lip, making him look both intimidating and adorable. 

“Woah, hey sweet stuff. The party doesn’t start for another hour.”

“Actually Sukuna told me to get here early.”

“Oh, you’re Sukuna’s girl, no sweat. He’s in the foyer.”

“I’m not his girl, but thanks.”

The giant steps aside, smiling with a toothpick between his teeth. You pass him and head through the kitchen and living room, turning left towards the very front of the house. In front of you, Sukuna’s wearing dress pants and an undershirt, directing the placement of an ice sculpture and a champagne fountain. Feeling guilty for intruding, you clear your throat, trying to be subtle. 

The tall chiseled man spins around, his face tattoos perfectly framing his surprised smile.

“WoOOow, C! You look amazing!”

“Short, a little slutty, but expensive.”

“You nailed it.”

“I hope so.” you say kicking out a foot. 

“You did!” 

“Yeah but I walked here in my bare feet to not mess up my heels. Is there anywhere I can wash up?”

“Sure, there’s a bathroom connected to my room.”

“You have an en-suite bathroom?!”

“Yup, all the rooms do.”

“Rich people.”

“Hey, you’re trying to be one of us someday.”

You shake your head, “Speaking of,” you pull out Sukuna’s credit card, “here’s this back. I wouldn’t want to cost you any more money than I already have.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Oh it is. It really is. You’re just crazy.”

That dangerous smirk is back on his face. “I’ll meet you upstairs in a sec. I have to make sure the fondue fountains are right and then get Geto to help me finish up.”

Nodding your head, you slip under his outstretched arm and dash upstairs. On your way up, you get stopped near the top by that same guy with long blue hair, this time pulled into a bun. 

“Hey pretty thing.”

“Uh, hey?”

“Haven’t seen you around before.”

“You literally saw me two days ago.”

“I think I’d remember you.”

“I don’t think you would,” you say, trying to move past. He side steps, blocking your access to the last two steps. “Umm, can you please move? I have to get to Sukuna’s room.”

“You know that psycho has new girls here every other day. He just had some other chick in there on Thursday screaming at him. Why talk to a man whore like him when you could have someone like me.”

“That was me. I was the girl screaming at him. And I’m not trying to ‘have him.’ Now please, can I just-”

“Mahito! Let the lady through!”

“Oh, heyyy Sukuna.”

“Damn Mahito, why do you have to creep on Charity like that? There’s gonna be plenty of other chicks here later. Or did you forget to invite your two girls?”

Mohito looks at you in surprise, “this is that poor girl?” You roll your eyes and shove him aside, to which Sukuna laughs.

“She looks good, right?”

Your exasperated sigh can be heard down the hall as you slam Sukuna’s door shut with you on the other side. Soon after, heavy footsteps follow you. 

In the bathroom you sit on the edge of the tub and stick your feet in, turning on the water and letting it warm up. Sukuna steps in the small space, buttoning his dress shirt in the mirror.

“So, which two girls did you invite?” you ask, the question burning on your tongue.

“You and my friend Uraume.”

“Wait, I count as one of your two girls?”

“Well you're kinda the only girl. Uraume doesn’t really identify as anything. They’re just really loyal and I like having them around.”

“So I’m the only girl you invited?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” 

“I’d think you’d want to invite girls you could, I don’t know, fool around with.”

“Well, I’m not sure if there’s gonna be a chance if I’m babysitting you most of the night. I can’t leave you out here on your own while I nail a chick or two up here.”

“Or two?!”

His canines are back on display when you make a face of disgust.

“So I’m the reason Ryomen Sukuna’s not getting laid tonight.”

“At one of the biggest events of the year, I might add. Chicks are super desperate to be invited to this thing. They all want hot sugar daddies.”

“Why do they need sugar daddies? Aren't they already rich?”

“You can always be more rich.”

“You know, the more I get to know about this world, the less I want to be in it.” you say as you finish scrubbing your feet.

Sukuna comes up behind you with a fluffy black towel and grabs your ankle, drying it off for you. “I highly doubt that. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

You swallow at the truth of his words. “I guess that’s fair.”

“Now, I’m gonna put on my jacket and tie and we’re going to work on how to talk to rich people.”

“Isn't it just like talking to regular people?”

“Nope! It’s worse. They always wanna talk about money, how to earn it, how to invest it, how to spend it. Money is the only thing people with money want to talk about.” 

“Gross”

“The older ones also like to hear about your plans. What you’re going to school for, who you plan on working with, what your 20 year plan looks like.”

“No wonder you all stay rich.”

“You’re smart. Make shit up, sound confident, don’t talk about how poor you are.”

“So what should I say?”

“Tell them you’re self-made. You’ve worked your ass off and have been grinding since you got to campus. Tell them you’ve been investing your wages and living off the interest. They’ll eat that shit up.”

“And what do I say when they ask which stock I’m investing these wages in?”

“Tell them you have a money guy who manages your portfolio while you’re in school. Tell them you use my guy.”

“You just have all the answers, don’t you?”

“Takes one to know one.” he shrugs “Now shake my hand.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

You extend your right hand. Sukuna grabs it and looks at you disappointed, “Firmer grip. No, too hard. There, that’s it.” You try to retract your palm but he holds onto it and flips it over. “You have nice natural nails. Good. You won’t look trashy like some of these girls.” You swallow again at his small praise. Then fall to the bed, trying to steady yourself. 

“You really think I can do this?” You say as you look up at him.

He walks away, grabbing your heels from the bathroom before striding over to you, kneeling down and slipping them onto your feet. “Of any girl I’ve met, you’re the only one I’ve ever felt intimidated by.”

“You’re intimidated by me?”

“You’re smarter than me. You try hard. You don’t take crap. That’s a pretty tough combo.”

“You’re just saying that.”

He smiles again as he stands up. “Ready partner?”

“Hold on.” you look around the room and grab a lint roller, brushing off Sukuna’s shoulders and fluffing up the front of his hair. For a man covered in tattoos, he looks good in a suit. Actually, it looks extremely natural on him. Even down to those crimson contacts. They look like an intense corporate intimidation tactic. You’d never want to go up against Sukuna in a conference room, that’s for sure. 

“There, now we’re both ready.”

He extends his elbow and you take it, feeling like a million bucks at his side as you descend the stairs together. You guess this is that movie scene you envisioned the first time you saw this ridiculously grandiose staircase on Thursday. The only difference is you never envisioned being the one descending it.

Two hours into the party, you’ve introduced yourself to all the alumni Sukuna says are worth talking to. You argue that you should meet every alum but he assures you not to waste your time. “Not everyone here has class. You don’t wanna fall in with the wrong crowd.” 

You nod at his words and then he tells you to enjoy the party. “Get drunk, have fun, try to fit in.”

“Got it. What’re you going to do?”

“You’ve demonstrated that you’re capable enough. I’m gonna go hang out with my friends.”

“You’re leaving me?”

“I doubt you’ll be alone for longer than a second. Every man here has been eyeing you all night. Let the wolves descend.”

“Sukuna!”

“See ya later Charity!”

“That’s still not my name!”

But he’s already gone into the next room and sure enough, the second he leaves your side, three men come over to talk to you. Two of them are alumni, and the third is their nephew, who currently attends the school. “Hey, beautiful, we were wondering when your bodyguard was going to take a break.”

“Oh, Sukuna? We’re just classmates.”

“Just classmates, she says. Sounds like it’s my lucky day.” The men give each other knowing looks. “You know, we were thinking that someone like you could really benefit from an internship with us. And perhaps if you were in the right crowds, you might be shown favorability.” The man shoves forward his nephew, who looks at you like a piece of meat.

“Oh, um, gee. I’d love an internship but I don’t need any favorability. I’m a very hard worker.”

They laugh at you as the nephew reaches around your shoulders and begins stroking your arm. You look around, uncomfortable, searching for Sukuna in the crowd. Why’d the only person you know have to walk away? Cause he didn’t want to hang around a loser like you. Realizing you're alone in this, the men hand you their business card. “Have fun!” They say to the nephew with his arm around your shoulder, as they walk away.

“Have fun?” you echo before looking at Sukuna’s frat brother. The man smiles down at you, his eyes dropping to your chest. “You’re really beautiful.”

“Thank you” you say, eyes flitting around the room, looking for an out. “Uh, so sorry, I think I heard someone call my name.”

“I can come with you.”

“No thanks, It’s probably something really boring. Why don’t you go get me another drink?”

The slimy smile on his face tells you everything you need to know about the drink he’s bringing you. Definitely not going to drink out of that cup. So, in your $900 heels, which feel more like a torture device at the moment, you stride into a different room. As luck would have it, this one has the fondue fountains Sukuna mentioned earlier. Looking in all directions, you try not to look too eager as you approach the table and start fixing yourself a plate. As you’re sinking your teeth into a chocolate-dipped strawberry, you feel a hand cup your hip. When you look over it’s the one you know as Geto.

“My, my, didn’t you clean up nice?” You quickly chew and swallow your strawberry. “You think I can convince you to strip for me later?”

“As stated previously, I’m not a stripper. And if I ever decided to become one, I’d be too expensive for you.”

Geto’s fingers sink into the flesh of your behind and pull you closer. “I doubt that, kitten. I’m very wealthy, and very connected. Give me a little private show and I can make all your dreams come true.”

You look up at him, your eyes round like a helpless doe. Rich men are the worst, especially when they’re drunk. Part of you wants to slap this hot jerk-wad, the other part of you doesn’t want to blow tonight. And in any case, It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to be sexed up by this hunk to land a job. He’s a certifiable dreamboat, but he could also be lying just for an easy lay. And then there’s the matter of your dignity… 

“There’s forty other beautiful girls here tonight. You don’t need to slum it with the likes of me.”

“You’re precisely who I want to ‘slum it’ with. You’re smart, beautiful, and driven.”

“You only feel that way after a change of clothes. I’m sure tomorrow you’ll be embarrassed that you even considered this.” 

Geto’s hand plays with a piece of your hair when you lightly lower his wrist. That’s when the huge guy who let you in before the party approaches.

“Hey! I thought this was Sukuna’s girl.”

“No, they’re just lab partners.” 

“Ooh, that’s why he was back there making out with two other girls. So this one’s fair game then?”

“Yes, Toji, this one’s fair game.” the two men turn to you, predatory stares set firmly in place.

“No, I’m not ‘fair game!’” 

Your indignation hardly masks the way your stomach sinks as you process Toji's words. It was foolish of you to think Sukuna wasn’t going to spend the night hooking up with girls. Of course this was always how the night was gonna progress. It’s one of the biggest parties of the year. Did you really think that he’d change and want to take care of you when he agreed to this? Of course not. You’re a means to an end. You always were. Those girls at the boutique didn’t know what they were talking about. The realization restricts your throat before your attention returns to the two men.

“Ah, she’s a beauty, too. Isn’t she?” Geto says, his hands wandering over your ass.

“Right, and all natural, no fillers and plastic shit.”

Their stares fill you with unease. You nervously take a sip of the liquid in your cup, hoping to dull your discomfort. How are you going to get out of this situation unscathed and without Sukuna’s help? Is it too much to ask for either of them to be a decent human being?

“Well again fellas” you say, pushing their hands away, “I’m sure there are a lot of girls here who are more your speed and who you won’t regret being seen with when tomorrow comes.”

Geto’s hand wraps around your waist and pulls you flush against him, while the one named Toji stands behind you, his chest pressed against your back, his hands running along the sides of your frame.

“Oh hey! There you are!” 

Your eyes snap over to the entrance of the room to see the nephew you escaped earlier, standing there with your roofied drink. “Oh fuck me.” you complain.

Then Geto leans down and whispers in your ear, “I intend to.”

White hair walks past the fondue fountains holding two cups. They travel to the other side of the house and pass a drink to Sukuna. “Not now Uraume, can’t you see I’m busy?”

“I can but your girl, Charity, is busy too.”

“She’s fine. She can handle herself.”

“Against Toji and Geto?”

Sukuna stops kissing one of the two girls straddling each of his meaty thighs. “What?”

“It seems Geto’s trying to offer her a job.”

“Ah, fuck, I know exactly what kind of job he has for her.” Untwining his arms from around the two extremely disappointed bimbos, Sukuna gets up off the couch. “Where is she?”

“In the parlor.”

Winding through the different rooms of the mansion and dodging several conversations, Sukuna finds his way to the living room adjacent to the parlor where you stand, sandwiched between his fraternity brothers. Your eyes are wild and scared, raking him with guilt. He should’ve never left you alone. The fuck was he thinking? Of course, they were going to take advantage of how out of place you are. Then his eyes drop to where their hands are touching you, the possessive grip they have on your body. Jealousy viciously blooms in his chest. The nerve of these men, touching on you, pulling you against them, whispering things in your ear. He wants to hurt them. He doesn't understand this sudden onset but he's made livid by the scene before him. Then that fuckin weasel who brough his two uncles tries to feed you a drink. Sukuna feels feral, growling to himself as he marches up to the four of you. “Enjoying yourselves?”

“Sukuna!” You yelp in relief and surprise.

“Hey dude, hope you don’t mind. We were taking good care of her while you got it on with those freshman chicks.” Toji greets, like he’s messing with a normal girl and not the one Sukuna brought as his special guest.

“The fuck you think you’re doing to Charity?”

“We’re just entertaining her a bit.”

Sukuna’s hand lunges out and grabs Toji by the wrist.“Touch her again and it’ll be the last thing you touch.”

“What’s your problem dude? You don’t even want her.”

Sukuna’s eyes lock with yours, his mouth set in a firm line before he turns back to his fraternity brothers, “She’s off limits. Spread the world.”

“Aww, come on bro.” Geto complains.

“Off. Limits.” You feel yourself breathe easier at his words. Maybe there is some kind of honor in this viper’s den afterall. Sukuna grabs your hand and pulls you towards him, “I’m taking you with me.”

You stumble into him, spilling a little of the drink in your hand. You feel foolish. Completely humiliated by these men who think they can control you and use your goals to wet their dicks. Three men tried to sleep with you tonight and one of them used their uncles as their pimps. Disgusting. You’re never going to make it in this world. Not around these people. You just want to go home and crawl into your bed and cry yourself to sleep.

Sukuna puts his arm around you protectively, guiding you away from your predators. 

“Take me home please.” you whisper. 

“Sure.”

He begins walking you towards the front of the house and then carts you upstairs. “Last I checked this wasn’t home.”

“It’s my home, and it’s a lot closer than your home.”

“Sukuna, I really don’t want to be here. I just want to go to my house where it’s safe and I can stop pretending that I’m something I’m not.” You complain to him as he locks himself in his room with you.

“Are you saying I won’t keep you safe?” You look at him pointedly. “I won't let them hurt you, C. You’re off limits now. They try anything with you and they’re kicked out. It’s bro code.”

“Sukuna, please.”

“Also you’re no pretender. You deserved to be here tonight just as much as anyone else. The difference between you and them is class.” Your chest tightens with his praise. Another example of your body doing things it shouldn’t when Sukuna’s around. But then you remember he left you. The only reason you were in that mess was because he abandoned you to sleep with other girls. And that realization pangs your drunken mind.

“I need to go home.” you repeat.

“Both of us are too drunk to accomplish that tonight. You’re welcome to stay with me and then you can walk home in the morning.” 

“And do the walk of shame?! Oh, nononononono.”

Your pink haired sensei rolls his eyes. “If I promise to walk with you, will you drop this whole ‘going home now’ nonsense?”

“How is that better?”

“Because it will look like I’m your boyfriend and you’re not just some hoe.”

“So you’re saying I look like a hoe.”

“I’m not playing these games with you right now. That’s my offer, take it or leave it.” You look at him conflicted. “I’ll buy you breakfast too.”

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to make your decision. Sukuna’s eyes zero in on the action and immediately the lip slips as your breath hitches. His attention snaps back up to meet your gaze. 

“Fine.”

“Good. Now,” Sukuna paces over to his dresser, he pulls out a plain white shirt and tosses it over to you, “Put this on to sleep in.”

“What, no bottoms?”

“My bottoms won’t fit you. You’re better off wearing my shirt like a dress.”

You chew on your lip again before you turn around. You look towards the door, the party still loud and raging downstairs. “You sure you’re okay missing out on the party? I’m sure those girls are waiting for you.”

“I can find pussy another time. Right now, you’re more important.” Your heart nearly stutters hearing his statement. Men are simple. Believe their actions not their words. That’s what Sherry said. You wonder, what would she say about this?

“Fine, I’ll wear your shirt to bed, but I need you to unzip me.”

Sukuna walks up behind you, his giant body towering over your frame as he grabs the tiny pull of your dress’s back zipper.

“How did you get this on by yourself?”

“You don’t wanna know the things I did to get into this dress.”

“It sounds like I do.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“You’re making it more enticing.”

“Let’s just say there was some rolling on the floor, a pair of barbeque tongs, and a defeated trip to the neighbor’s half dressed.”

Sukuna laughs while he tugs down on the zipper, making the fabric split in two and peel off to the sides to reveal your undergarments. There’s a glimpse of a leather bodice overlaid with lace detail, instantly tenting Sukuna’s pants. “For fucks sake, I didn’t expect you to wear that tonight.”

You reach back and start pulling down the second zipper that starts just above your rear as you turn around, “What?!”

“That was meant to-”

“The underwear?” You stand there, your dress half off, stunned. For a change, Sukuna looks flustered. Something you didn’t expect from the man who’s been joking about sleeping with you all semester. “I- the girls at the store said to wear it cause it’ll give me confidence.”

“And give everyone else a heart attack” 

You’re shocked by this revelation. You didn’t imagine Sukuna would be shy when he finally got to see you in your knickers but here he is, squirming with discomfort while you’re alarmingly calm.

“Then why did you tell me to get this brand?!”

“I- lets just say I was curious.”

You roll your eyes, telling him to turn around as the dress falls to the floor and you step out of it. “You’re the one who made the list. I’m not apologizing for following directions.” You snatch the shirt from Sukuna’s bed and pull it on, letting the fabric fall to your knees. It’s gigantic on you. “I look ridiculous.” you complain as you turn towards his floor length mirror in the corner of the room. 

“You look sexy as hell.” he breathes aloud when he turns back around.

Your head snaps back to look at him, face full of shock. 

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re the one who wore lingerie to my party, knowing full well what it’d do to a guy if they saw you in it.”

Your eyes cast to the floor. “Well, thanks, I guess, but no one was supposed to see it except for me.” Your core tightens suddenly, knowing what he truly thinks of your appearance.

“If Geto or Toji knew you were wearing that, I’m pretty sure my knuckles would’ve gotten busted trying to keep them off of you.” he says, approaching you, his hands rubbing your shoulders.

You deadpan as you gaze up, “You know you could’ve stopped while you were ahead. You didn’t have to say that last part.”

“What? A little too real for you?”

You sigh, tired of this conversation and ready to sleep. You grab one of the pillows off Sukuna’s full size bed, then steal a coat off the hook on the back of his door and curl up on the rug next to his bedframe.

“What’re you doing?”

“Trying to sleep”

“Do poor people not have beds?”

“We do, but they don’t have rich perves in them. Sooo this will do for tonight.” You settle into your make-shift nest when Sukuna strong arms you and yanks you up onto his mattress. Terrified of exposing yourself too much in front of him, as his forearm lifts the bottom of the t-shirt, you comply and end up scrambling onto the bed, joining Sukuna in a pile. You rearrange yourself so you lay with your back facing him and feel as he rests his heavy arm over your midsection. 

“And now we’re cuddling? When did this become a thing between us?”

“Beds not big enough for both of us to have our own side, so yes, now we’re cuddling.”

You choose to not respond and simply close your eyes. A quick laugh fans your neck before you sense Sukuna resting his head behind yours and drifting to sleep, the both of you praying you don’t wake with a hangover.

Masterlist I Chapter 2 I Chapter 4

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Billy loomis x black!reader pleaseeee! I want all the 90s vibes from this. A good opposites trope. It’s no pressure at all.

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warnings: smut ofc!, opposites trope, unprotected sex, oral!fem!receiving, and pet names (baby).

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

A/N: I hope u like it!! <3 tysm for sending a req in!! feel free to send in more if u like💗. Also, i rlly love ur fics!! especially red ck ❤️.

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Summary: Billy needs help with history.

wc: 2,648

It was fourth period and our teacher was currently handing back our U.S. History final. The paper landed on my desk and was marked with an “A” in bold red. Yes! I’m so close to passing this semester with all A’s. The bell rang as I was now gathering all of my items and neatly placing them in my pink Michael Kors tote bag. I swung my bag over my shoulder as I felt someone tap my back.

Who the fuck?! I quickly turned around, startled at who it was. Billy Loomis. Why was he this close to me? “Hey, Y/N.” Billy said. I hated the way how his words rolled of his tongue so smoothly and how good he looked. I ignored him and walked started walking out the class room and heading to my next class but he was right behind me, following me. “So you’re just gonna ignore me?” He questioned as he was now walking next to me. I rolled my eyes before speaking up. “I don’t have time for your bull, Billy!” I groaned as I kept walking.

“Would you just stop and listen to me?!” He desperately asked as we were now rounding the corner of the hallway but I kept walking. Truth is, I didn’t like Billy. He’s such an asshole, he’s been like this since 5th grade. I know it sounds dramatic that I’m holding a grudge since 5th grade but he quite literally embarrassed me! He poured milk on my Afro because he thought I would turn into “chocolate milk.” He ruined my shoes too! Other stuff has also built over the years with him terrorizing me. It was Sophomore year and I was leaving cheer practice early, I was hitting the showers while all the other girls where in the gym working out. I hopped out the shower to find my clothes missing, even my water bottle.

His reasoning for doing this to me was because I didn’t help on our algebra final. I was so pissed off that I just cried to myself. It’s not like I can fight him or anything, he’s much stronger than me.

Billy was a popular guy in the school, was also captain of the basketball team. He was literally a jock.

I tried to walk away but he pushed me against the lockers with his whole body blocking me from moving and his arm on one side of my head. My eyes widened before I could speak. I was just in such shock that he would even do something like this.

“I’m trying to ask you something but you’re making this very difficult.” He stated. His tone was very stern, so he definitely had my attention now. “I’m flunking U.S. History right now and I need your help..a “C” is all I need.” He finished as he now moved his arm away from me.

I rolled my eyes before responding to him. “And why should I help you?” I said with a bit of an attitude. Billy sighed before speaking up. “Because if I don’t pass this class then I can’t play in the Championship Game.” He explained. I scoffed before I spoke again. “And why should I give a damn? I don’t care for no basketball.” I laughed as he groaned to himself.

“Please Y/N. After this I swear I won’t bother you ever again!” He begged as I pretended to think about my decision. “Hmm..how about..no!” I chuckled as I moved from the lockers and began walking to my next class. After all the shit he’s put me through since elementary? Absolutely not! I mean sure he’s..pretty good looking, smells good, and- I need to stop. He can be handsome and annoying at the same time.

But for now, Billy Loomis is NOT my problem to worry about.

I was now at home, freshly showered and just finished putting on my lotion and perfume. I was also done with my skincare so my skin was nice and glowy. I’ve been getting some tips from all those vogue magazines.

I eventually finished up on this book I was reading and tidied up my room a bit. As I got done vacuuming I heard my window creaking, it must’ve been the wind so I ignored it. The sound happened again and I couldn’t ignore it this time. I walked over to my window and saw Billy fucking Loomis on the roof in front of my window. I opened my window up and immediately started fussing at him. “What the fuck are you doing at my house?! And how the fuck do you know my address?!” I shouted as he climbed into my room.

“Shhh!” Keep your voice down, your parents are home.” Billy shushed me with his finger on my lips but I quickly slapped his finger away. “Don’t shush me! And how do you know my parents are home?!” I whisper shouted. Billy looked at me with the most blank face ever. “Because I see two cars in the driveway…” he explained as I let out a low “ oh.”

“But that doesn’t explain what you’re doing in my house!” I whined. He grabbed my pink teddy bear off my bed and started playing with it. “You still sleep with teddy bears?” He teased as he now laid on my bed. My eyes widened before I tried to snatch it from him but he hurried and moved his arm with made me fall into his lap, laying across on it. “Billy! Give it back!” I begged. I now sat up, reaching above his head trying to grab the bear but one of his hands pulled me back down onto his lap.

“You tutor me and you’ll get your bear back.” He stated as I rolled my eyes. I’m so sick of this boy. “Fine!” I groaned as I got off his lap and walked over to my desk. “Your room is so fucking pink and girly.” He complain as he was looking at all my trinkets in my room. “Would you shut up!” I sighed. He’s really starting to get on my nerves. I started digging in my bag for some of my History notes to help him. I was humming to myself trying to find which unit of notes would help him best as I heard chuckle to himself. I quickly turned around and saw him holding one of the books I was reading..lets just say its very erotic.

“I knew this whole innocent good girl act was fake!” He laughed as I snatched the book from his hands. “Why are you going through my things?!” I whisper shouted before placing the book back on my shelf. “Where on earth do you even find those kind of books?” He teased. “None of your business! Do you want help with History or not?” I asked as he threw his hands up in surrender. “Relax you little freak.” He joked as I threw a pillow at his head.

Billy eventually calmed down and we were now both settled down on my bed. I was actually having a good time, “No Scrubs” was playing on cute pink vinyl record I just bought the other day and I brought us some snacks to eat while we work. I leaned over the bed to grab a grape since Billy was practically hogging them. When I was leaning over I completely forgot I have a lose night gown on and the dress sort of slipped down, showing Billy my nipples. Shit! “I’m sorry.” I whispered. This is so embarrassing. “I don’t mind.” He smirked. Is he flirting with me? I felt my whole body get hot and tingly.

“Um-So what causes led to the Civil War?” I nervously asked. I tried to hurry and change the subject, I don’t wanna stay on that topic any longer. “How long did it take you to get these done?” He asked, referring to my micro braids. “A whole day.” I answered as his eyes widened. “You have a lot of patience.” He responded before popping another grape into his mouth. “Yeah.” I sighed.

“Ya know…we don’t have to study anymore, I think I got everything down.” Billy lowly said as scooted closer to me. I felt goosebumps crawl up my skin, he’s this close to me on my bed. “Uh-Yeah it’s getting pretty late and you should maybe head home, it is a school night.” I said while getting off the bed but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back on the bed. “What are you doing?” I asked, completely confused on what he was doing. Billy then grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss. Our lips moved in sync and it just felt..right. His other hand started slowly sliding up my night gown as I let out a moan which led to his tongue deepening into my mouth. We both made out for a couple of more minutes until he flipped me on my back.

I let out a gasp before he placed his lips back on me but I then pushed him off. “Whats wrong?” Billy asked with a concerned look. I rubbed my temples for responding. “Billy we can’t I-I’m supposed to be tutoring you, not sleeping with you.” I explained. “C’mon, maybe you can relax now, you always have a stick up your ass.” He joked which made my slap his arm. “Geez, I was kidding.” He said as he rubbed the spot I slapped.

I sighed as I moved my knees up to my chest. “Look, I know I haven’t been the nicest person to you but..I like you Y/N.” Billy expressed. My eyes widened with shock. Did I hear that right? “My actions have shown otherwise but I just didn’t know how to tell you because I-“ I cut Billy’s rambling off with a deep kiss as I felt him smirking in the kiss. “So I’m guessing you feel the same way?” He teased as I shook my head with a giggle.

As we were kissing, I felt Billy reach under my night gown and slide my panties off. My core was met with the cool air as I hummed into the kiss. Billy moved from the kiss and lowered his face under my night gown and licked a stripe up my core. “Fuck!” I moaned to myself as he smirked. I felt his tongue dive deeper into my folds as I pushed his dead deeper. “MHMMM!” I moaned. How is he so good at this? Billy pushed one of my legs up and started rubbing my clit with other hand while sucking on my folds. “So good!” I whined with my eyes closed. “Pussy taste so good.” He hummed into my core which sent vibrations into it. Ugh, I’m giving it to a boy who has done nothing but terrorize me throughout the years.

His fingers were rubbing circles on my clit. I looked down and saw my juices were covered on his fingers and leaking out of me. I felt so close to finishing until he pulled away. What the fuck? “Billy, I wasn’t finished!” I whined with a pout on my face. “If you stop all your damn whining, maybe you’d get some dick.” He said as I pinched his arm. “Hey!” He complained as I rolled my eyes. “Just fuck me already!” I groaned. “Yes ma’am!” He cheerfully said. Billy was now pulling my night gown over my head and my boobs were now on full display to him. His eyes widened and he immediately started sucking on one of my nipples.

‘Billy!” I moaned as he squeezed my other boob with his hand. I rubbed the back of my head as he was still sucking on it like milk was gonna come out. He pulled away from my nipple with a pop sound before taking off his jeans along with his shirt. He was now back on top of me, his lips hovering over mine. “Gonna fuck you until your creaming all over my dick.” He said as I felt myself get even wetter. He moved his tip up and down on my folds before pushing inside me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I felt the wind get knocked out of me. “Shit!” He moaned to himself as he looked down in between us.

Billy pulled back out and placed himself back in now thrusting into me at a steady pace. “Feels so good!” I moaned as he was gripping my thighs. “You’re so fucking tight, baby.” He groaned as I dug my nails into his back. His dick was literally stretching me out, I could feel every vein of his dick inside me. As he was thrusting into me, the room was filled with nothing but squelching sounds and my whimpers. “You look so pretty, all fucked out.” He breathlessly said into my ear. “YES!” I loudly moaned but Billy quickly covered my mouth to shut me up. “We don’t need your parents waking up and walking in on me fucking the shit outta you.” He teased with a smirk.

Billy now pulled out of me and placed me on my stomach, my back was arched and he pushed it down some more before placing his inches back in me. I felt my legs tremble but he was holding me up. He gripped my ass and started his strokes as my ass was rippling against his hips. “Taking my dick so good, baby.” He moaned to himself. “Ouuu!” I moaned as I was now gripping the sheets. The slaps of our skin could be heard throughout my bedroom, I hope we weren’t too loud. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you.” He said. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would be having sex with Billy Loomis.

My legs were beginning to shake and felt like they were about to give out. “Tapping out already?” He whispered in my ear with a smirk. “You’re so biggg!” I whined as it felt as if he was digging into me at a different angle. “Cum on this dick baby, make a fucking mess on it.” He said from behind me as my toes curled and I let out a choked out moan. My orgasm washed over me but Billy was still thrusting into me for his release. I felt his warm seed coat my insides and suddenly there was a knock on my bedroom door. Billy and I both froze at the sudden noise. “Y/N..are you alright?” I heard my father ask from behind the door. Shit!

“Yes! I-uh just stubbed my toe!” I shouted back as I heard twisting the door knob. I’m so glad I locked it. “Why’s this door locked, Y/N?” He questioned as I paused for a bit. Billy was still inside me, frozen with fear. “Because I’m studying and I didn’t want any interruptions like now!” I shouted. “All right..turn that music down, you got school in the morning.” He stated before I heard his footsteps go back down the stairs.

Billy now pulled out of me and I turned back around to face him. “You didn’t pull out!” I worriedly said. “Hey, relax. I’ll buy you a plan B, okay?” He calmly said as I nodded my head. He leaned in for another kiss so I kissed him back before he pulled away.

Next day at school..

I was opening my locker and thats when I saw a note fall out along with a plan B pill and some flowers. I hurried and shoved the plan B in my bag and opened the note. “Best pussy I ever had..same time tonight?” The note read. I scoffed to myself. This boy is a real headache..and real good in the bed.

[andhumanslovedstories]

I’ve been struggling lately with the feeling that my job is pointless. Intellectually I know it is not—nursing is one of those professions where you get to be real smug about knowing the value of your work. But it’s still felt very pointless. Like I’ll start a shift thinking, “what am I even doing here,” and end it thinking, “what have I actually even done.” It’s been a ROUGH couple months.

But I had a really good shift last time I worked, which was good for the soul and also a very useful data point. I got to do pain management advocacy and symptom management, met a bunch of cool patients, did education for new nurses, and had several long heart to hearts, which the kind of midnight heart to hearts that I think are the most important part of night shift, all of that while being well staffed with very pleasant and appreciative patients and coworkers, and I was still like. Pretty depressed. I had a sense of satisfaction and moments of joy and meaning, but it turns out that one good shift did not cure the depression that has been latched on to me for the last few months like some kind of fucked up mental health leech. As I realized I was still depressed and that it was still interfering with my life even when everything was going well, the sense of peace washed over me was the best I’d felt in a while. Because I was like, okay! None of my usual stuff as worked! I have no excuse not to try something new to get my brain out of the shit ditch it’s slipped into.

So I’m applying for short-term disability. I’m worried I won’t get it, and I’m not sure what the next step is if I get rejected, but I feel so much better having decided to pursue it. It’s so much fuckin paperwork for sure, to a degree that’s overwhelming except that that the form could be a checkbox that says, “you want money?” and I’d be like “THIS IS TOO MUCH.” I’m totally not writing this post instead of finishing an email to my manager. I’m definitely not writing this post to avoid dealing with coordinating all my various care providers. I’m certainly not at every moment worried that I’m secretly faking all this so I can get three to nine weeks of a cool summer vacation.

I was thinking about how I almost flunked nursing school in my final semester because I turned in assignments late for a class with a “no late homework” policy. The professor said that this was reflective of real life, where if you miss deadlines you’re just fucked. I ended up appealing my grade and passing, because frankly it was a weak reason for making me repeat a final semester when there was no issues with my actual work or knowledge. During my appeal, I was like “I also think this policy is ableist. Harsh penalties for late work hurt students with health problems, especially chronic health problems when you aren’t asking for one week off due to the flu but instead for a general and never ending flexibility. I’m not trying to make an excuse but explain why this policy is a bad one. Disabled healthcare workers are an asset to healthcare.” I’m trying to remember my own argument as I pursue help. My depression and ADHD and eating disorder do help me be a better nurse, not because like depression gives you superpowers, but because I manage my chronic illnesses every day, in ways that range from hardly noticeable to life or death. Being kind to patients means being kind to myself, and vice versa.

I’m rambling. I really do not want to do this paperwork or send these emails. And I’m not sure if I deserve the leave I’m trying to take. But I miss being love with my job. I miss enjoying it. I wouldn’t judge someone else for going on medical leave, and my job doesn’t want me to burn out or quit. It almost feels like I have to be skeptical of applying for leave because no one else is. Everyone I’ve spoken to has been very supportive, including my manager. And considering how many unpaid days off I’ve had to take lately, disability leave would be an improvement over some of my recent paychecks. All in all, short-term disability makes sense and seems like a reasonable response to circumstances. But FUCK. I wish it required like 90 percent less documentation.

[samthestrangerthingsfan]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: frienemies-to-lovers, kinda mean!Eddie? shy!reader, swearing, a lil smoochin', mentions of lack of confidence and poor self image, cute nicknames

a/n: hi bb, will you be my valentine? I don't love writing mean!eddie but its okay because we can always fix him :)

Valentine’s Day.

A day which the Hawkins High elite are positively buzzing over the plethora of cheap red and pink decorations.

Cheerleaders swoon over poorly constructed cards from their popular boyfriends, while dozens of obnoxious mylar balloons take up way too much space in the already crowded hallways.

Beyond the 14th of February, the reason for all the excitement was the annual Hawkins High Valentine’s Day dance—of which you were head of the committee.

Was it because you were the only Senior to volunteer their time to coordinating it instead of attending it? Maybe, but at least it gave you a reason to show up to the dance without a date.

...and avoid looking like the pitiful wallflower you are.

You also knew you’d have no time to rush home and get ready after your last class, so here you are. Standing outside of the AV Club door, decked out in your new crushed-velvet dress. It's ruby red and dangerously short.

This was definitely out of your comfort zone. You typically preferred to be invisible. It’s easier that way; no one can hurt what they can’t see. Right?

But when this dress caught your eye in the mall shop window, it was the first time you could ever remember wanting to be seen. Wanting to try to look like the pretty girls who walk the halls everyday vying for the attention of others.

The dance gave you the perfect excuse. Sure, it’s not like you had a date or anyone asking you to go, but you felt so beautiful. The way the dress hugged your body made all the staring and whispering as you walked down the hallway so, so worth it.

“Hey—whoa…” Dustin’s voice dropped when he walked around the corner, arms full of equipment. “Y-you look fantastic!” He said proudly.

Dustin was your favorite Freshmen, always kind and happy to see you.

“Aw, thanks Dusty! You don’t think it’s too much?” You lifted your boot, inspecting it falsely.

Dustin smiled, “It’s too much for 6th period Spanish, but not for Valentine’s Day that’s for sure.”

He unlocked the door, and held it for you.

Dusting grabbed a pen and paper to write down what you’d need the AV Club’s help with after school.

With hands on your hips, you looked around the room. “Okay, so I definitely need the projector, and if you could set it up before—“

An annoying, loud, cocky voice cut you off. “Henderson! What the hell is takin’ you so long?”

Eddie fucking Munson.

You watched as he sauntered into the room, DIO jacket and all. He clapped Dustin on the shoulders before turning his gaze to you.

“Holy shit. That you, Mouse?”

Mouse. A nickname you loathed.

You’d made the mistake of sitting at the Hellfire table your Freshman year, and he’s never let let you live it down. Once Eddie saw just how shy you were, he made it his mission to get under your skin.

He'd plopped down into the seat next to you, assuming you were there to cause him and the guys trouble. “New girl’s trying to get in good with the freaks, hm?”

You jumped and began to frantically pack your belongings, “I-I…I didn’t know. I’m sorry, I’ll just go—"

When he realized you were nervous, he changed his tone. No longer was he on edge, but rather trying to make you laugh. Show you it's okay to give him a taste of his own medicine. “No no, little mouse. You’re not scurrying away that easily.”

Four years later, you’re both still here and Eddie’s been a thorn in your side ever since. You thought you'd be rid of him once he graduated, but he flunked--twice. Condemning you to another year full of his nonsense.

His obnoxious, overly-confident, doe-eyed nonsense.

“Munson.” You couldn’t help the eye roll. “Dustin and I are working on something so,” you flicked your hand toward the door. “Skedaddle.”

“Oof,” he teased. “You kiss your mother with that potty mouth?”

Eddie walked past Dustin, hands on his hips as he took you in. “Why, may I ask, are you dressed so fancy, princess? Hot date with a frog?”

Okay, guess we’re playing this game.

“The only frog I know is you, Munson.”

His hand flew to his heart. “You hear this, Henderson? Who knew Mouse could be such a brat?”

“If you’ll excuse me,” you attempt to sidestep him, but he blocks your path. Big brown eyes watching your every move. “Don’t you have anything better to do than push my buttons?” It’s a pitiful gripe. You know he enjoys this far too much.

“C’mon, sweetheart. If I didn’t talk to you, who the hell would?”

Ouch.

Something no doubt said in jest, but it hurt to realize just how right he was. You had tons of acquaintances, and you got along great with the teachers. As for friends, the well's a bit dry in that department.

You cleared away the tightness in you throat. “Yeah, I don’t have time for this. I’m actually contributing to society. How about you?” Your face was twisted into a sarcastic smile, attempting to hide the hurt.

Eddie on the other hand thought the two of you were simply playing your favorite game. Seeing just how flustered he could make you before you gave him a taste of his own medicine.

“Yeah, you’re a real Nancy Reagan.” He laughed, gesturing to your dress.

Your eyes honed in on him. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means,” he reached out, sweeping a piece of hair off of your cheek. “If you wanted a little attention, you didn’t have to do all this.”

This.

Said as if the word tasted rotten. Disgusted by what you’d considered to be you at your most beautiful.

I must look like a fucking fool.

The stinging in your eyes got stronger every second you stood in his presence. Your gaze locked onto the floor, following your feet as you left. “Bye, Dustin. I’ll see you later.”

Dustin protested, calling you back before turning his disappointed glare to Eddie.

“Dude…” he chided.

Eddie scoffed, “What? Henderson I was joking—she knows that, okay? That’s our whole thing.”

"Eddie, she was crying!"

Were you? No, no way. This is what the two of you do.

"No, she wasn't." He said unconvincingly. "You don't know her like I do, little buddy. She's a good girl, loves the cat-and-mouse of it all." Eddie wasn't sure if he was trying to convince himself or Dustin.

Eddie had a fuck of a time in O'Donnell's class, and now on top of all of that, he's late to set up Hellfire.

He moved a bit quicker down the hall, easy enough since most of the school left to get ready for the Desperate Dance. He intentionally always schedules DND on nights like this, that way he'd never have to be caught dead--

Eddie's stopped in his tracks at the sight of the trashcan at the end of the hall. He spots a familiar piece of red fabric hanging out of the bin.

He pulled it like a magician, revealing more and more of the velvet clothing until its fully removed,

A dress.

Your dress.

Why the fuck did you throw it in the trash? You we're the most confident Eddie had ever seen you while you wore this thing.

...and you looked drop dead gorgeous, but that's beside the point.

He heard your voice coming from the gym, and abandoned all thoughts of DND.

Eddie burst through the double doors, ignoring the frilly pink and red decorations for the dance. He weaved between the underclassmen carefully setting up the tables and backdrops to make his way over to you.

You, who now instead of being in your beautiful fucking dress, are in you school-supplied gym uniform. Your hair was pulled back, no longer falling in the perfectly natural way you had it earlier. Your makeup was gone--Eddie didn't mind that, he didn't think you needed it anyway.

But you'd never looked so small to him.

He called your name more gently than you've ever heard him speak. When you turned and saw your dress in his grip, you wanted to disappear.

Had he come to gloat?

"Why the hell was this in the trash?" he's not smirking, or sarcastic when he says it.

"Didn't like it." It's all the pain in your throat will let you get out.

You walk away from him, hurrying to find something else to do beside stand there and be made fun of by Eddie Munson.

"Bullshit," he calls after you, quick on your heels. "You don't wear a dress like this and look the way you look in it and just decide you don't like it."

You could feel the tears returning as soon as you stopped walking. "I don't know what you wanna hear," your back was to Eddie, but you felt his gaze regardless. "I just didn't like it...anymore, okay?"

The fake organization of the ribbons in front of you didn't deter him, he remained behind you in silence until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Did...did I say something? Earlier, in the AV Club." He spoke so softly, and with such sincerity, you'd never know it was Eddie talking to you.

You sniffled, angry at yourself for letting him hear how upset you were. "I don't know what you mean."

"Henderson," He's quick on your heels. "Henderson said you were crying when you left."

You don't--can't say anything. Trying desperately to will the tightness in your throat to go away and the tears to dry before they fall from your eyes. A small, shaking breath passes your lips.

"Please look at me, Mouse." His voice is hushed when he calls out to you.

You turn to him begrudgingly. Hoping if he saw the mess he made he'd leave well enough alone.

But when he sees your face, with red eyes and damp tear-stained cheeks, his heart falls into his stomach.

"Oh, oh sweetheart--"

You beat him to it. "I'm fine, Munson. Just...just give me the stupid thing, okay? I'm better off invisible, anyway."

"You've never been invisible to me." Eddie hands you the dress, and watches as you wring it between your hands. "I'm sorry, Mouse."

You scoff, "You didn't--"

"Yes I did," He says firmly. Eddie steps into you, closer than he's been before. "I made an asinine comment thinking we were playing our little game, but it's not a game if someone gets hurt, especially you."

Eddie swipes away the tear on your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You looked beautiful. You're always beautiful, but that dress? Honey, I couldn't think straight. I'm a dumbass half the time, but I turned into a god damned Neanderthal when I saw you in that."

Your brain couldn't process what was happening. It almost sounded like Eddie...liked you?

"I thought," You looked down, embarrassed to even say it out loud. "I finally felt pretty, pretty enough to be seen and not just in the background."

Eddie's brow softens at your words, "Mouse, I see you. You're one of the only things I look for throughout the day. Always lookin' out for the pretty shy girl with the smile that makes me go weak in the knees."

You laugh at that. "I guess I always look for the obnoxious metal head that's way too good at getting under my skin."

Eddie chest rumbles with a laugh, too. "You're too good at calling me on my crap, what do you expect me to do?"

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, and it has Eddie clearing his throat. "Can--can I give you a hug? Hate that I made my favorite girl cry."

The smile on your face speaks volumes, but you nod anyway.

When you're wrapped in Eddie's arms, his warmth seeps through your bones, relieving any tension or nerves. His scent invades your senses, warming your belly and heart. You melt into him completely.

Eddie can't believe how well you fit in his arms, like a damn puzzle piece if you asked him. He smells you shampoo, and memorizes the fragrance, filing it away in his mind as his new favorite smell.

When you pull back, he leans his forehead on yours. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I really am."

You nod, moving his head a bit as it rests on yours. "I know."

Eddie steps away, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Ya know, uh, if you're not busy, I'm running a DND campaign tonight. I'd love it if you sat in and maybe after...I don't know, maybe I could take you to Benny's?"

You smirked, eyes narrowing at him. "You asking me out, Munson?"

His eyes widened in sheer panic, "Oh--oh my God, I read this all wrong, huh? Please just forget--"

You're quick to ease his worry. "I'd love too."

Putting the dress on the table, you offer Eddie your hand. "Show me the way, Dungeon Master."

He takes it eagerly, but doesn't walk anywhere yet.

"Eddie?" You giggle.

"One second, princess. Damn knees turned to jelly again."

[markluvrrr]

"please sir" | l.sm

pair: COLLEGE professor! lee seokmin x afab! reader

summary: you fail your favourite professors class and you make a deal with him to help you pass.

warnings: porn with a tiny bit of plot, lowkey cringy, soft dom! seokmin, unprotected sex (don't do this), he cums inside, spanking, praise, oral (fem receiving), fingering, slightly inexperienced reader, pet names like good girl, baby, darling.

wc: 1.9k

a/n: this is the first time i’m posting on tumblr and i’m kinda scared but i’m pretty proud of this fic so i hope you like it :) also i was listening to crazy in love the whole time i wrote this, honestly helped me finish it

professor lee was the kindest teacher you'd ever had. he was the hot, single professor on campus everyone had a crush on. sometimes he'd even teach you things one on one if you were struggling, and he'd take time out of his day just to talk to you. his attention got to the point that your classmates swore he definitely played favourites, but you knew he had a motive behind his actions. your knowledge lead you to today, in his office, crying because you had gotten your (luckily not final) results for this term. and you just flunked professor lee's class.

you felt guilty because he'd literally tutored you at his own free will. what a waste, you thought. you hadn't meant to start crying while trying to explain yourself to the man, but the tears pricked at your eyes.

"y/n, it's alright that you failed. it's only the the second term, you have next semester to prove yourself." he tried his best to comfort you.

"i feel so hopeless, sir... i'm so sorry," you continued your rant, more tears staining your cheeks. professor lee stood up now, making his way to you.

putting a hand on your shoulder, he made you look him in the eyes. "you're not hopeless, y/n. everyone fails in life. you just have to keep on going and try harder next time, which i know you will. you're an intelligent person."

he started to wipe your tears with a tissue, and smiled so warmly your heart almost melted.

then an idea popped into your head. sure, it would embarrass you for life if he declined, but somehow you just knew he wouldn't.

"sir... what would i need to do if you changed my score before the final results come out?"

professor lee's smile dropped, and he took his hand off your shoulder. "y/n, are you trying to bribe me?"

he was putting on an act all of a sudden, you could see through him. "so what if i am? you'd do it for me, wouldn't you?"

he sighed, breaking eye contact with you and leaning backwards onto his desk and folded his arms. "what makes you think i would?"

"i'm your favourite student, mr. lee." you smiled sweetly, making him look at you again. taking in a breath, he stuttered. "i-i don't play favourites."

humming, you kept the sickly sweet smile on your face as you tried your best to plead with the man. "don't lie to your favourite student, mr. lee. you wouldn't want to upset me, would you?"

he groaned in annoyance as he put both of his hands on your shoulders. "you want to play this game, y/n?"

you nodded. "i'll do anything you want me to. as long as you keep my end of the deal, mr lee."

professor lee scoffed, but then he leaned closer to your ear, "my name is seokmin, baby."

the pet name made you shudder. "tell me what you want me to do, seokmin."

"bend over the desk for me, y/n." he ordered and you obliged. you heard his footsteps walk away from you, hearing the lock click shortly after.

his hands on your waist made you jump a little. "be a good girl for me and stay quiet, okay?" he whispered before pulling your pants down to your ankles. "now, i don't think i should reward you yet after what you just pulled."

you whined and seokmin chuckled at your state. then, he slapped your right cheek with force, making you cry out at the suddenness.

he rubbed your ass and shushed you. "not too loud, don't want people to hear how desperate you are for me, y/n."

you opened your mouth to speak, but he slapped your opposite cheek making your jaw shut tight. "what should i do with you baby?"

"use me, sir... please," you mewl. your panties were soaked at this point. as if seokmin read your mind, he dragged a finger along your clothed cunt. "so needy..."

"all for you- ah!" another slap. "no talking except for you counting the slaps, got that?" his dominant tone made you writhe under him. he slapped your ass again. "three..."

you peeked behind you. seokmin's shirt was buttoned down and open, showing off his toned chest. he then wrapped his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.

"is this okay, darling?" he asked as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. when you gave your consent, he pulled them down. "so pretty..." he breathed out, seokmin made you turn around and sit on the desk facing him, before getting on his knees in front of you. when you felt his breath against your warmth, you suddenly felt insecure.

"no one's ever eaten me out before," you squeaked out, and seokmin stared up into your eyes. "i'll make you feel good, darling."

he buried his head between your thighs, his tongue licking a stripe up your folds made your eyes shut tightly. he started eating you out like a man starved.

it took everything not to moan loudly, your hand clamped over your mouth and only quiet whimpers escaping. seokmin kept eye contact with you the whole time he tongue-fucked you.

his nose bumped your clit every few seconds, and you didn't know when he slipped a finger inside of you until he started pumping.

he tore his mouth away from you for a moment, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as two of his slender fingers fucked into you. "tastes so good, exactly how i imagined..." he trailed off, his eyes now transfixed onto your cunt taking his fingers in.

the knot in your stomach was so close to breaking, soft moans getting louder and more desperate. "sir, i'm gonna-!"

then, he withdrew his fingers from you. "sorry baby, but i need to feel you cum on my cock."

"not fair, i was so close!" you huffed. seokmin chuckled darkly, turning you around again and bending you over. another slap to your ass, "for talking back."

you had an internal battle with yourself, whether you wanted to be a brat and have him punish you more or be good and have him finally fuck you.

seokmin unbuckled his belt and you watched as his pants pooled down to his ankles. "do you want me to take you from behind or in front, y/n?"

"i wanna see you..." you murmur, embarrassment flushing your face. "of course you do darling," seokmin teased as he turned you around again.

when you made eye contact, he pulled you in for a kiss. not a quick peck, or a sloppy one, but a kiss filled with love. you felt his smile on your skin and you couldn't help but reciprocate.

when you pulled away, you could finally take a good look at the man you've been dying to fuck since the first day of his class. he was beautiful, from his pretty face to his drool-worthy abs. then, your eyes trailed further down and you saw his bulge.

you nearly salivated at the thought of his dick in your mouth, but you decided that's for another day. "i don't have a condom, are you on the pill? i'm clean." seokmin pulled you from your thoughts.

"yeah, i'm clean too," you breathed out and seokmin pulled you into another kiss as he pulled his boxers down.

you couldn't resist and your hands wrapped around his length, and seokmin let out a small gasp. smirking, you started to pump him and he turned into putty in your hands.

spreading your legs, you spit on your hand and pumped his length more before bringing the tip to your hole. "fuck me, sir."

as fast as the words left your mouth, he pushed inside. "fuck, you're so tight,"

you'd only ever had sex once before, so the feeling of having someone inside you was basically foreign. it hurt, but the pain was so worth it.

"are you okay?" seokmin asked, and you let out a small whimper as he finally entered fully inside of you. "yeah, just- wait a minute."

he stayed still until you tapped his shoulder and he started moving at a slow pace. he kept at it for a bit, but you grew impatient. "seokmin, i said use me."

he moaned at your words and picked up the pace, sounds of skin slapping and both of your noises combined filled the small office.

"want me to use you like the good girl you are, huh?" he grunted out, snaking a hand between you and started rubbing your clit. "oh fuck, wanted you for so long..."

seokmin's confession slipped your mind, too lost in the pleasure to care. his cute moans filled your ear and his thrusting started getting sloppy. "ah- baby, can i cum inside? wanna.. please," he begged.

him pathetically moaning above you turned you on so much more then you thought it would. "fuck, yes! fill me up seokmin,"

"cum on my cock baby, i know you can do it." he started rubbing at your clit faster. your legs started shaking as you tried wrapped them around his waist, pulling seokmin closer to you.

the heat radiating off both your bodies and the smell of sex was intoxicating. your moans started becoming pitchier as his thrusts reached your g-spot.

"ohmygod, i'm gonna cum!" you cried out as your legs trembled while you came undone. his name never left your lips, chanting it like a mantra as seokmin kept thrusting into you, chasing his own high.

your hands glazed over his sweat covered chest, letting him use you to release. the overstimulation from your orgasm made your breath hitch and legs feel like jelly.

"y/n, i'm close, fuck!" seokmin whimpered as he released inside you, his warmth painting your walls white. sounds of panting and the clock in the corner ticking filled your ears.

seokmin pulled out of you with a shy smile as if you hadn't just had sex, and quickly got some tissues from the box on his desk. he cleaned you up, wiping his cum and your sweat off of you. you were both quiet and you couldn't figure out what to say.

"thank you, y/n... i really liked that," seokmin spoke up, albeit rather awkwardly. now you suddenly felt embarrassed for using your teacher like this.

when you opened your mouth to speak, his lips enveloped yours. you slid a hand up his chest, and his nails digged into your waist. "i'd like to do this again," he whispered on your lips.

"seriously?" your eyes widened. you didn't expect that. seokmin giggled when he saw your reaction. "of course, i've been giving you signals all semester!"

"if you give me a good mark i'll go on a date with you," you joke.

"well, i was actually going to pass you when i reread your paper before you came into my office anyways," seokmin shrugged and your jaw dropped. "so i embarrassed myself for no reason?!"

"darling, you're the best pussy i've ever had. i don't think you embarrassed yourself." he whispers in your ear. you want to slap the smirk off of his face, but he was way too pretty to lay a finger on.

"so, that date's still on right?"

[4rticbolt]

Complications |Master List|

Ace x Reader, fluff, crack, sfw, minor swearing

Summary: School stresses you out, and Ace is there to motivate you!

A/N: Yeesh . . . college isn’t easy, and it definitely isn’t everyone’s thing. I hope this fic reaches those who need it, and you’re motivated! Best wishes to the person who requested this, and best wishes to those who have an upcoming test/exam/quiz!

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Working in your room, unbothered, your journal lies in-front of you.

The clock reads: 2:25pm, by your side, and you know you’ve already wasted half the day. You’d been procrastinating since this morning, changing up tasks, and different schedules—to avoid this very moment.

But, you couldn’t ignore it forever, so here you were now. Begrudgingly studying.

SLAM

“____!” Ace swung your door open, peeking in.

You flinched, throwing your pencil up as you shouted. “Oi! Don’t scare me like that!”

“Oh, there you are!” he piped, smiling as he came in, completely disregarding your startle. He through his arms around your shoulder, holding you as he looked to what you were working on.

His head rested above yours, and a look of disgust crossed his face. “Ew. What is that?”

“What’s what?” You sighed, sinking into your chair.

“What do you mean what—oh my god,” he gasped, “Are you working on math?”

“Yes?”

“Ew.” he deadpanned, scrunching his nose.

“It’s not ew, go away if you’re just gonna be annoying.” you grumbled, pulling your journal to hide it as he inched closer.

“Ace—“

Curiously, Ace reached to grab the journal, flipping through the messied pages. He raised a brow, seeing organized definitions . . . to the very un-organized ones.

The hot-head read it as if he could, nodding in understatement before he set it down. He leaned against your chair, flipping to a certain page.

“What’s this mean?” he asked, pointing to a scribbled equation with a poorly drawn ‘fuck this!’ with arrow beside it.

Along with a few other curses and symbols.

You cleared your throat, averting your gaze.

“Look, I’m trying here, don’t judge.” you crossed your arms, averting your gaze.

“I’m not judging,” he shrugged, flipping to a page—where you’d actually gotten an answer.

“Hey, you got this one.” he smiled, patting your shoulder, encouragingly rubbing it to your neck.

“Yeah, and I barely understood it.” you grumbled.

“But you still got it.”

“Barely.”

“But . . . you still got it.” he repeated.

You scoffed, looking away.

Yeah, it was true, you’d got it.

But you didn’t understand it. You’d didn’t get all the material. Maybe in sections, but once you put everything together and you were under-pressure? You’d flunk it. You’d mess it up again.

And in a few weeks, there’d be expectations and things you were ready for, expected to understand, but couldn’t.

“Yeah, barely.” you whispered, growing quiet. Your eyes glossed with tears, and you lowered your head.

“Hey.” Ace nudged, “What wrong?”

“Nothing.”

You shifted up, closing your journal, letting it glide towards the others. You let out a shaky breath, holding your tongue.

Great. That was just more things you needed to study for.

Tears welled.

“____,” he murmured, grabbing your arm.

“Hey, look at me.” Ace pulled you to face him, plopping you to the chair as he kneeled in-front of you. He rested his arms on your thighs, leaning in.

“Hey, you’re doing good. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I know you didn’t.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“I’m not.” you answered, rubbing your face.

“I’m just frustrated and stressed out.”

Ace paused, not expecting you to answer, but agreed. “Yeah, you are.”

“What? Don’t look at me like that, you’ve been stressing over this thing forever.” he grabbed the journal, placing it in your lap. “I’m not completely clueless.”

“I know you’re not, I just. . .”

“Yeah, I know, but look.” he grabbed your chin, tilting it down.

“See this thing here?” Ace gestured to the book, hitting it against your leg. The paper snapped softly throughout the room, and you paused before answering.

“Yeah?”

“You’re trying, ____, and that’s a lot more than other people can say.” he smirked, letting it drop in your lap.

“Look, I know that test—or exam, or whatever the hell you’re working so hard for is important, but you don’t need to worry so much.”

Ace leaned closer, smiling. “You’re smart, really smart, even if that stupid test says otherwise. I know it, deep down you know it, so stop freaking out.”

“You got it, you always do.” he smoothed, poking your forehead.

“I know, that’s why I’m studying but it still doesn’t make sense.” you tried.

“Because you’re thinking too much.” he poked you again, harder this time—making you wince.

“That’s not even a thing,” you muttered, grabbing the journal, but Ace took it right out of your hands.

“Oh—trust me, it is.” he laughed, pulling back.

“You’re doing it now, sitting here crying, and I’m not saying you shouldn’t, get frustrated all you want, but this?” he shook the paper, “doesn’t decide your worth. Even if people say it does.”

“You’re working hard, hard enough anyone out who’s smart enough to realize it, will. So don’t beat yourself up about it.” he smirked, pulling you up.

“You’ll get there, I know you will.” he cupped your face, smoothing over your tears.

You sniffled, lowering your gaze. “You think so?”

Slowly, Ace leaned forward. “I know so, and I’m proud of you for trying, even if it’s hard. You’re getting closer—trust me on that, and you’re getting better without even realizing.”

Gently, his lips met yours. Ace’s kiss was soft, reassuring, and sweet. His hands traveled to your waist, and his forehead leaned against yours.

Steady, and calming.

“You’ll get it right, I know you will. You’re gonna do great.”

[princessbrunette]

one thing about kook!pope, he’s a know-it-all — and if that’s not enough, he’s also nosy.

he’d developed an interest in you from seeing you around. quiet, reserved, sweet above all. when seeing you talking away to notorious fratboy, rafe cameron at a party — pope decided now was a better time than ever to break the streak of simply watching you from afar.

his voice appeared from behind you after what seemed to be a solid minute of watching you stare at rafe, waiting for him to give you some kind of attention from across the room. he doesn’t, continuing to shotgun beer and spill it obnoxiously on the floor solving all mysteries of why frat party floors were always sticky. “rafe cameron is a bad pick for you.” its said so matter-of-factly that it shocks you out of your trance, whipping round with wide eyes to look at where it came from.

pope stands there, arms crossed over his chest almost smugly, staring you down with a small smile. you knew of him, infact he always kind of fascinated you. total academic weapon, yet in with the cool crowd and his attitude definitely reflected this. he had to be so smart that he knew how to masquerade, you’d decided in fleeting thought.

“excuse me?” is all you manage and he takes a sip of his drink, slowly wandering round to stand at your side, the two of you observing the party. he swallows the bitter beverage with a squint, scratching above his top lip as he turns to you.

“rafe. you were talking to him. that guy will chew you up and spit you out, you know that right?” he speaks and you blink at him once more. you want to be offended at his audacity to comment on your choices but you’re too intrigued to step away.

“what makes you say that?”

he inhales slowly as he stares at the blonde boy — the two of you going totally unnoticed side by side like a pair of ghosts, pope playing wallflower with you just for a moment. “because he thinks it’s cool to do that. i mean, look at him. does he look respectful in the slightest? i’m only offering my two cents because i think you could do better.”

you’re confused, but flattered and your lip curls up just a tad. “yeah?” you ask unsurely. it felt nice to be seen. “how’d you figure? you don’t know me.”

“don’t i?” hes quick to respond with a smirk, like the mystery was exciting to him. “you were invited to this party, and if you haven’t already noticed i kind of know everyone. i’ve seen you in the library. you’re a hard worker. i can tell by the way you’re able to ignore everyone around you to get your head down to work that you’ll go places.” he praises, and you’re hooked, staring up at him for more. he turns his body to rafe, gesturing out to him with an arm. “rafe? not so much. he’s flunking every class, rumour has it he’s close to dropping out, daddy issues, coke problem, doesn’t tip waiters and he doesn’t go down on girls.”

the last sentence shocks you, but what shocks you more is the speed at which “do you?” flies out your mouth before you can stop it. your eyes widen, and he looks at you and chuckles — but not in a mean way. “wouldn’t you like to know?” he beats around the answer as he finally turns his fully body to you.

“pope heyward. am i making any sense at all with this whole warning thing?” he holds a hand out for you to shake and you smile. it’s been a long time since someone’s offered you a handshake, and from his slightly dorkish cadence this was the final nail in the coffin to prove your own theory in that he had to be the biggest nerd in high school.

“yes.” you nod jerkily as you grasp his hand and shake it before telling him your own name.

“nice, i like that.” he compliments before a group of guys begin to call his name, hollering something about beer pong. he laughs, before turning his attention back to you. “think about what i said. don’t go with an asshole like him, trust me it’s bad news. you’re way better than that. anyway, it was nice to meet you.” you don’t realise he’s still grasping your hand until he brings your knuckles to his lips and presses a parting kiss there— hand lingering on yours for a moment and letting go, taking a step past you to greet his friends.

as he leaves, he turns back to you — now standing at your other side. “oh, and to answer your question — yes. i do go down on girls. i think men who don’t should be castrated.” he speaks so simply, before just like that he’s disappeared into a sea of bro’s, a fresh drink thrusted into his palm.

rafe was staring over the crowd to check on you now, to see if you were still fawning over him. however, your eyes were on someone else now — still watching the back of popes head as the smile lingered on your face, fingertips ghosting over your knuckles where he kissed you.

[alwaysthebiggerbear]

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - Rachel Gatina x Female Reader

Summary: Rachel, who has never spoken to you before, approaches you to ask for a favor. Despite what Bevin said, Rachel decides that she has to gauge this whole “being into girls” thing properly. And she’s picked you to help her with that. …Lucky you.

Pairing: Rachel Gatina x Female!Reader A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). I started quite a few scenarios for Rachel’s response to this prompt but none of them felt right until this scenario popped into my head. I tried to keep this as 2000’s as possible. This is meant to take place right after the Bevin and Rachel bathroom scene in 4x13. Warnings: mention of implied sex; internalized homophobia (I hope that’s the correct term) Word Count: 3757 First posted on here: 1/1/24 dividers by @firefly-graphics

You were just getting your books out of your locker when someone suddenly appeared next to you. You glanced over to see a familiar redhead smirking at you. You rolled your eyes and went back to your locker. “What do you want?”

Rachel Gatina had been the new girl at Tree Hill High who was giving Brooke Davis a run for her money and her non-exclusive boyfriend. Now, she was besties with Brooke and constantly toggling between mean girl and party girl. Either way, she had never been very nice to you or anyone else (except Mouth) who wasn’t in the “cool cliques”. 

“Can’t one senior come over to say hello to her fellow senior?”

“When said senior has never spoken a word to this fellow senior? Then no.” You slammed your locker shut and moved past her to head to class.

“I’m speaking to you now.” She was keeping pace with you, great.

“Oh, well then let me put my entire day on hold since Queen Rachel is speaking to me.” You turned a glare on her. 

“Not queen, just…maybe a little royalty.”

You rolled your eyes again and kept moving. You were going to be late for AP Lit and you did not want to be late for that class. Mr. Barton had a rule that he enforced with an iron fist: one minute late, no class for you. He would lock the door and not unlock it again until the class was over. 

“As it so happens, I need a favor.” She was still following you.

“Oh, imagine that. A favor.” You still didn’t stop. 

“Oh, come on. For someone I’ve never spoken a word to before, you’re being awfully harsh, don’t you think?” She wasn’t wrong. The truth was that she intimidated you a little bit. And that was your go to when it came to intimidation: pushback and biting sarcasm.

“I’m late for class,” you threw at her. “And if I don’t hurry, I’ll be—”

She grabbed your hand and yanked you off to the side, right into the girls’ bathroom.

“What the— Rachel, what are you doing? I’m about to be locked out of class.” You hurried towards the door but she blocked you. “Rachel,” you growled. “The bell is about to—”

The bell rang before you could finish your sentence. You had now officially been marked absent from Mr. Barton’s class and you were locked out. Great. You were screwed.

“So you miss one class, big deal. It’s not like you’re flunking.”

You crossed your arms and sighed. “How would you know that?”

“I asked around. I make it my business to know. Now, about that favor.”

“That you made me miss one of my most important classes for.”

She laid a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry. Just tell Barton you had a girl emergency. He’ll offer you a make-up paper before you can get out the word ‘tampon’. Besides, it’s not like you’ll be lying to him exactly. This is a girl emergency.” She smiled, placing her hand on her hip.

You walked over to the gross looking tampon dispensing machine and gestured to it. “If you needed one, it’s right here. Are you out of quarters?”

She smirked and flicked her hair back. “I like you. It’s a shame we didn’t talk before this. I get the feeling we could have been friends.”

“A cheerleader hanging out with a loner? Yes, I can definitely see that.”

“You call yourself a loner?” She laughed. “You’re far from it from what I’ve heard.”

You narrowed your eyes at her. “And your emergency is?”

She pressed her lips together and sat on one of the sinks, swinging her legs back and forth as she settled. “I’m not sure how to ask this without sounding…you know, gay, so I’m just going to ask.”

Your heart started to pound at the word ‘gay’. Oh no.

“Will you kiss me?”

Your eyes widened and your heart stopped altogether. Was she for real? 

She gave you an encouraging smile. “It’s just to see if something Bevin said is true or not.”

“Bevin?”

“Yeah. We had class together last period and we had to do this stupid assignment together. She said this thing and now I can’t get it out of my head.”

“So let me see if I’ve got this right. Bevin said something to you in class during an assignment you both were working on together and that had you finding me, who you’ve never spoken to before, to push me into the bathroom with you to ask me to kiss you but not wanting it to sound gay. To see if what Bevin said is true or not.”

Rachel shrugged. “More or less. Yeah.”

“Right.” You immediately began opening stall doors, seeing no one was in here thankfully. You then began checking underneath the sinks, the bathroom mirrors, anywhere a recording device of some kind could be installed. 

“What are you doing?” She asked when you quickly looked under her sink. “I said a kiss not…that.” 

“Wouldn’t you be so lucky,” you snapped. “I’m looking for recording devices of some kind. Someone hidden in here who’s going to jump out and let me know I’m on Punk’d or Candid Camera or something. Maybe you’ve got a couple of the cheerleaders hiding somewhere with a camera to take a picture. Maybe Brooke and a couple of jocks are just waiting outside the door to laugh and spread rumors.”

Rachel crossed her arms. “You are way too paranoid, you know that?”

You shrugged. “Can’t be too safe, especially when it comes to high school. Especially this high school.”

“I’ll have you know that most guys would be dying for the chance if I gave it to them. if I asked them to kiss me, they would already be over here, all over me.”

“I’m not a guy in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Of course I noticed, that’s why I asked.”

“So, you’re just looking for any girl to kiss you. Is that it?” Lucky you.

“Not just any girl. You.”

“Why me?”

“I’ve heard the rumors.”

You tensed up. “What rumors?”

She leaned forward. “You know. And I know you’re into me, even if you won’t admit it.”

She was right; you weren’t going to admit it. “Right, right. Question, how did you fit through the door just now with that massive ego of yours?”

“That’s not the only thing of mine that’s massive.” As if to illustrate her point, she leaned forward a little more until you could see straight down her cleavage. Well, she certainly wasn’t lying.

“Alright, first off, those rumors aren’t true. Secondly, let’s say I do this for you. What do I get in return?”

“This is a favor, not a deal,” she scoffed.

“How long would this have to be for?”

She shot you a look and sat up. “Wow, talk about giving a girl a complex. Is the idea of kissing me really that horrible for you?”

“I didn’t say that. I’m merely trying to determine what I’m going to be asking in trade.”

“Now, it’s a trade.” She huffed a laugh in disbelief. A moment later, she glanced over at you. “Five seconds. No more, no less.”

“Okay then, what I want in return is this: you never tell anyone about this.”

“That’s what you want in return?”

“Yep. I want your word that you won’t whisper a word of this to anyone. When you go away to college and you’re experimenting or whatever, sure you can mention that one kiss in the girls’ bathroom one time, but not here in Tree Hill. Never here in Tree Hill. Or to anyone from here and that includes Brooke. Deal?”

She gave you a nod. “Deal.”

“Alright.” Now you were feeling nervous and self-conscious. “So do I, uh, just come over there or do you come over here or do we meet in the middle or—”

“Just come over here,” she ordered, impatience coloring her tone.

“Okay,” you muttered, moving over to her. 

Rachel studied you and you began to feel like an exhibit in a museum or something. “So, we doing this or—”

“Shut up.” She cupped your face and leaned in, pressing her lips to yours. 

You were sort of having a little meltdown in your brain right then. Rachel Gatina was kissing you. The beautiful, cocky, queen of mean, sexy cheerleader Rachel Gatina was kissing you. Ever since she’d arrived, she had been turning heads, even yours. You never had the courage to approach her or say hello to her, even at a party the two of you were at. Especially since she didn’t seem all that nice. Never mind the whole cliques thing, Rachel had been right; there were rumors going around about you. Most of the girls on Rachel’s side of the hallway so to speak avoided you like the Plague and only acknowledged your existence to make fun of you or gossip about you if somehow the rumors got a second wind (which you made sure they never did, not from you anyway). 

But Rachel was beautiful although personality wise, she wasn’t exactly your type. Though she did prove to be a lot smarter than she let on. You may have asked around yourself, overheard a few things. Plus, you had it on pretty good authority that she may have been the one to cause the whole time capsule business which then led to— You didn’t want to think about that. Now or ever quite honestly. Besides, Mouth had made you promise to keep it to yourself about the capsule. It was obvious that even Mouth had a crush on her. 

You counted down the seconds in your head as you enjoyed the softness of her lips against yours, the smell of her perfume, the feeling of her hands on your face. When you reached the end, you went to pull back but she tugged you back in. Not only did she keep you there but she deepened the kiss. You could have sworn you felt the edge of her tongue against your lower lip.

You continued counting in your head and by 27, Rachel finally let you go. You took a step back and watched as she held her fingers up to her lips, staring at you. Then she did the last thing you expected (or if you were being honest, you totally expected it). She laughed out, “Oh my God.”

There it was. You waited for the joke, for Brooke to pop out of a stall that she mysteriously appeared into and begin laughing and pointing, for the whole school to start filing into the bathroom, one by one, to join in the merriment. “Yeah, that’s usually the reaction I get,” you muttered, wiping your lips with your fingers.

“No, not you. I mean…Bevin was right.” She laughed again, seeming almost pleasantly surprised.

And there was the joke. “Great. Glad she was. Now, if I can be set free from this Bathroom Bastille, that would be awesome. Thanks for the laughs.” You gave her a peace sign and began to walk towards the door. You fully expected to find some cheerleaders or Bevin or Brooke on the other side of it.

“Hey! Hold up a second.” She jumped down from the sink and grabbed your shirt sleeve to stop you. “You don’t have to act like kissing me was such a revolting thing for you to do that you’re now relieved it’s over. You really do know how to give a girl a complex.”

“I know how to give a girl a complex? You’re laughing after you kissed me. What about that doesn’t give a girl a complex?”

She nodded, sticking her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. “True. I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you.”

You arched a brow over at her.

“Scout’s honor.” She stuck two fingers up in a gesture that you were pretty sure they didn’t use in the Scouts but you kept that observation to yourself. 

“Then what were you laughing at?”

She looked uncomfortable then and you had to wonder if she had been telling you the truth just now. “That Bevin was right. …And not.”

“Right about what?”

She bit at her lip. “Okay, here’s the thing. I don’t know you just like you don’t know me. So if I tell you this, you can’t tell anyone at all. Even if they’re not from Tree Hill. Like ever. Got it?”

So, she also had a secret that she didn’t want getting out. You could understand that. You held up your fingers in the actual Scout’s honor sign. “Got it.”

Rachel looked uncomfortable again but her discomfort also seemed to be tainted by a little sadness. “I was telling Bevin that I never really feel anything with the guys I sleep with.” Ah, you knew where this was going. “I mean, I got this new body and everything but it didn’t change anything. Except for how they looked at me.” She bit at her bottom lip again which you were starting to see may be a nervous gesture on her part. “So, Bevin said she always wondered what it would be like to be a guy, checking out chicks. And I said that might be my problem, maybe I was into girls.”

You kept your face carefully neutral but inside you were half-shocked, and half-not so shocked. 

“She kissed me on the spot which totally took me by surprise, and asked if I felt anything. I told her I didn’t because I really didn’t. She said if I was into girls then I would’ve felt something because she’s a great kisser and I’d be into her.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that one. Maybe Bevin was a great kisser like she boasted but that wasn’t exactly how it worked. You would know.

“And you weren’t?”

“No,” she snapped. “I like Bevin well enough but no. The class ended and that was it. But then it got me thinking.”

“Ah. You thought you’d go to one of the girls rumored to be gay in this school and ask her to kiss you, you know just to make sure.”

“Well, not to put too fine a point on it but yeah.”

You snorted. “Well?”

“Well?”

“Did you feel anything?”

She looked uncertain for a moment so you figured the answer would be no. But then she surprisingly took a step closer to you, giving you a hint of a smile that was absent of her usual cockiness. “Yeah, actually.”

“So according to Bevin’s vast array of knowledge in these matters, you must be into girls then. Mazel Tov. I’ll see you around, Rachel.” You turned to leave, eager to put this whole thing behind you, when she gently grabbed your arm. 

You sighed and turned back. “I did what you asked. I don’t get why—”

Rachel leaned in, kissing you again. 

When she broke away, your brows drew together. “Uh…?”

“Did you feel anything?”

Hell yeah, you did. You felt that down to your toes. But you weren’t about to tell her that. “I, um… It’s really hard to tell. I might need further exploration on the subject.”

She let you go and gave you a look. “Really?”

“Yep. As a matter of fact, I’m going to go find another cheerleader and shove her into a bathroom to make out with her so I can find out. Great idea, Rach. Thanks. Later.” You went to leave when she grabbed you again.

Smiling at you, she pulled you closer. “Shut up.” She kissed you then and you couldn’t help but kiss her back.

You glanced up when you heard the bell ring again, signaling you needed to get to your next class. You groaned and it wasn’t because Rachel’s lips were attached to your neck. You both were currently in a stall with her in your lap (because she refused to get her clothes dirty sitting on a gross toilet seat though she was slightly taller than you with the heels she was sporting, which made positioning awkward at times) and you literally had been making out now for most of the period. 

“I need to get to my next class.”

“Skip it,” she breathed before kissing you again.

“I can’t skip it,” you panted. “I already missed one class while you’re having your gay awakening.” 

She pulled back, scowling at you. “I’m not gay.”

You inclined your head at her sitting in your lap. 

She shoved her hair behind her ear. “That doesn’t mean I’m gay. I’m just…trying new things.” She gave you a bright smile. “Besides, if I was gay, don’t you think I would have enjoyed kissing Bevin?”

“Yeah, that’s not how that works.”

“And you would know.”

“Says the girl who’s currently sitting on my lap and has been trying to convince me to meet her at her house later so she can get me into bed.”

She wrapped her arms around her neck. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Brooke won’t be there if that’s what you’re worried about. She has a date tonight. And I need to find out if those rumors are true.” She leaned in to place a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I hate those rumors,” you muttered.

“Why? They’re not true?”

“What do you think?”

She thought about it for a moment. “Good point. So is it or is it not true that you and Donna DiLorenzo went all the way in the eighth grade at summer camp?”

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Summer camp? How cliche.”

“So they’re not true then?”

You shook your head. “No. Donna and I were just friends. And I never went to summer camp.”

She shrugged. “Fair enough. But obviously, the other part of the rumor is true.” She smirked and ran a finger along your jaw.

“That I’m a raging lesbian who’s always on the prowl for girls? No. Sorry to disappoint but your friend Brooke made all of that up.”

She didn’t say anything to that. How could she? “But if you’re making out with me, then—”

“I like both guys and girls. That’s the real truth. Which goes without saying, is to be kept secret along with this whole little makeout session and what you told me earlier. It all goes into the vault, for life. Got it?”

She nodded, that cocky smirk making a reappearance. “So I really can’t convince you to come by tonight once Brooke leaves?”

You heard the bell again and you let out a huge groan. “That’s two classes now.”

“You have me on your lap, asking you to come to my house later so we can continue this, and you’re worried about class?” She actually seemed insulted.

“Yes. Because I don’t need the absences which will turn into zeros when they realize I’m cutting.”

Rachel studied you for a moment and flicked her hair back, holding onto you. “Well, since you don’t have to rush off now. Care to feel me up?”

You arched your brows in disbelief, silently asking if she was serious, to which she only smiled wider. “I hate you,” you muttered.

“You certainly have a weird way of showing that.” She ground into you and interlocked her fingers at the back of your neck, grinning. “Come on. You know you want to. They’re a hell of a lot bigger than Donna DiLorenzo’s,” she teased.

“Like I said, I hate you, and I wouldn’t know.”

“You’ve had your hands on my ass for the last half hour. While I’m flattered, don’t you want to feel what my other attributes feel like?”

“You mean holding onto your ass to keep you from falling? You’re welcome.”

“Come on.” She reached down and began to lower the straps of her tank top, her jacket having been hung up on the back of the door long ago. 

You stopped her. “If I agree to drop by your house later, can we stop this ridiculous conversation in its tracks?”

She shrugged, moving her straps back into place. “I wouldn’t call it ridiculous but sure. Brooke’s date is picking her up around 8:00. Why don’t you swing by around 8:30?”

Your jaw tightened. “If this turns out to be some elaborate prank with cameras and people popping out and Brooke, I swear, I will go nuclear on your secrets. The vault won’t be able to withstand the heat of that explosion.”

“You are so incredibly paranoid but got it, loud and clear. For the record, I wasn’t inviting you over as a prank. I’m not Brooke,” she finished in a whisper. She then cleared her throat. “As it turns out, I am inviting you over to watch a movie.”

“Awww. You’re going to show me your Girls Gone Wild collection? How sweet.” 

She swatted your shoulder. “Shut up. I’m talking about that movie The Grudge. Have you seen it?”

You shook your head. “Didn’t really want to if I’m honest.”

Her smile grew. “Perfect.” She leaned in and kissed you, chuckling into your mouth when she moved your hands from her ass to her breasts. 

You squeezed them for good measure and muttered to her lips, “There. Very nice. Happy now?”

“Not yet.” She launched herself at you, kissing you deeply. You barely heard someone knocking on the bathroom door for the fourth time since this whole thing started, and you had stopped counting the seconds in your head long ago. Rachel Gatina was making out with you and she was inviting you over to her house later to “watch a movie”. There was no way in hell you were passing that up or paying attention to anything else (even if you had been dying to see The Grudge since you missed it while it was in theaters). You had missed two classes for Rachel’s experiment, after all.

That made you pull back for a moment. “I can’t miss another class, though.”

She nodded, panting. “You agreed to come over later so, yeah. I got it. But you still have forty five minutes.” She gave you that wicked smirk again before moving back in.

You moved your hands back to her ass and she moaned into your mouth though you could feel the smirk against your lips right before. You didn’t know Bevin Prince very well but damn if you weren’t going to send her some kind of gift basket as a thank you.

A/N: Sequel coming soon...