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goldenraeofsun · 2 years

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Day 27: Liar

“Name?” Castiel asks without looking up from the plain paper cup in his hands.

“Bruce Wayne.”

Castiel frowns at the unnecessary last name, but dutifully writes down the necessary information. “Large red eye,” he tells Meg as he passes the cup along.

Meg snorts – an odd reaction even for her – but takes it.

“Seriously?” Bruce asks, his expression flabbergasted.

“He wouldn’t know a reference if it zip tied him with a grappling hook,” Meg cuts in. “Unless you want to stand here for the next ten minutes explaining Batman, you’d better get a move on.”

“Thank you, Meg,” Castiel says sourly, catching onto Bruce’s little game. “Is that all, Bruce?”

Lips pressed together like he’s holding in a smile, Bruce hands over a ten dollar bill. “Yep, that’s it.” His eyes flick down to Castiel’s chest where a name tag would be, if this university coffee shop gave a crap about making sure their student baristas complied to a dress code. “What’s your name?”

Castiel purses his lips. “None of your business.”

Bruce whistles. “Cold, man. That’s cold.”

“That’s Clarence for you,” Meg says as she hands over Bruce’s red eye.

“Clarence?” Bruce repeats, grinning from ear to ear.

“A nickname,” Castiel says, shooting down that train of thought before it can ever leave the station. He doesn’t need two people calling him that.

“Hm,” Bruce says, “We’ll see.”

* * *

“Name?”

“Fox Mulder.”

Castiel looks up at the odd response, not that he should really be throwing stones when it comes to first names. “Oh, you,” he says as he catches sight of Bruce’s – Fox’s? – smirking face.

“Me,” he says with a wink.

Castiel exhales a put-upon sigh. “I take it Fox isn’t your real name either?”

“Nope,” Fox says cheerfully. “Large red eye, please.”

After Castiel writes the made up name on the paper cup, Meg takes it from him with a grin. “Fox,” she reads out loud. “Caught any aliens lately?”

“Not today,” Fox says, “maybe after English.” He eyes Castiel warily. “You’ve really never seen the X-Files?” At Castiel’s bemused shake of his head, Fox demands, “How?”

“Is it a movie or a television show?”

Fox scoffs, “It’s just one of the most influential TV shows of the 90s.”

Over by the espresso machine, Meg snorts. In a carrying voice, she says, “I had to make him watch Friends last semester. You’re fighting a losing battle.”

Clinically, Castiel observes, “You seem very invested in this.”

Fox gapes at him. “But –”

“Order up, Agent Mulder!” Meg calls from the other end of the counter.

Muttering darkly to himself, Fox stalks off to grab his drink.

That night, Castiel searches Bruce Wayne Google and dozens of movies come up, plus a television show, and decades-worth of comic books.

He spends the night watching the first season of the X-Files instead.

* * *

“Hello,” Castiel says as Bruce/Fox steps up to the register. “What can I get for you today?” he asks politely, already reaching for the large paper cups.

Bruce/Fox smirks, his eyes following Castiel’s hands. “A large red eye.”

“Name?”

“Obi Wan Kenobi.”

Castiel frowns down at the cup. “Should I write Obi or Obi Wan?”

Obi makes a face that can only be described as distressed. “Goddamn, no Star Wars either?”

“Obi it is, then,” Castiel says, copying it down.

“Obi Wan if you’re nasty,” he says in a low voice, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

Castiel blinks. “Please tell me that’s another reference.”

Obi’s shoulders slump. “Yeah, it is.”

“Don’t worry, Jedi, I’ll fill him in,” Meg says as she takes the empty cup from him.

Castiel scowls at her. “You don’t need to do that,” he tells her sharply. “I can figure it out on my own.” As Meg stares at him in disbelief, he retorts, “I watched Batman Begins and the X-Files last week.”

“You did?” Obi asks, delighted. “So, what’d you thin –”

“Red eye for Obi Wan,” Meg interrupts.

“We’re not done here,” Obi promises Castiel as Meg shoves his cup at him and waves goodbye.

The next day, after Meg hears that Castiel watched Episode I – the logical beginning, any sane person would reason – she quickly sets him right with Episode IV and warns him to never slip to Obi he started with JarJar.

* * *

“Name?”

“Indiana Jones.”

Castiel frowns. “Are you ever going to give me your real name?”

Indiana leans in, bracing one elbow on the counter. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He smiles, his green eyes crinkling at the corners.

Castiel’s brain fritzes out.

But before he can gather his wits together, Meg interrupts their conversation, “Move along, Indy, he’s not interested.”

Castiel gives himself a little mental shake to get it together. “What will you be having today?”

Indy scowls at Meg. “A large red eye.”

Castiel writes Indy in black letters on the cup as he gestures for the next person to come forward to order. “Thank you and please come again.”

“You come again,” Indy retorts nonsensically as he flees to the other end of the counter to wait.

* * *

From behind the register, Castiel narrows his eyes as his most memorable regular saunters up to the counter. “Hello,” he says, already reaching for the large cup. “Large red eye?”

“Yeah,” he says, staring at Castiel intently.

“Name?”

“Butch Cassidy.” As Castiel writes Butch along the side, Butch asks, “Damn, no westerns in your arsenal either?”

Castiel shakes his head. “I’m afraid not.”

“Shame.”

But Butch doesn’t move down the counter as their conversation lulls. Ignoring the two caffeine-deprived students behind him, he says in a casual voice, “I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t shoot me down the other day – your little partner in crime did.”

Behind Castiel, Meg snorts. “What?” she asks as he throws her a curious look. “They’re good puns.”

Butch’s jaw drops.

Castiel blinks, equally surprised at Meg’s response. “I didn’t know you liked puns.”

“What you don’t know about me could fill a bible,” Meg says flippantly. She nudges him in the shoulder. “Pay attention, Sundance.”

Butch clears his throat. “So, what do you say...?” he pauses, “I still don’t know your name.”

Castiel bites his lip. “You don’t know me at all.”

Butch grimaces. “That’s the point of going out, man.”

Castiel glances at Meg, who rolls her eyes. “I’m not your keeper, Clarence. Do what you want.”

“I’m sorry, but no,” Castiel says, quietly but firmly. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable going out with someone I barely know.”

“Fine,” Butch says. “But I’m gonna keep getting my coffee here.”

Castiel huffs a noise that might be a laugh. “I look forward to it.”

Butch grabs a napkin and scrawls something on it. “’S not my number, don’t worry,” he says as he thrusts it at Castiel. “In case you forget.”

As he walks off, Castiel reads Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969).

* * *

After that, he starts leaving Castiel all sorts of recommendations on napkins, from Ghostbusters to Top Gun to Dirty Dancing (Meg has a good laugh when he uses a name from that movie).

“How come you don’t get any of my references?” he – James T. Kirk, today – asks. “It’s not that you don’t like movies or TV shows, or else you wouldn’t watch them after I bring them up.”

Castiel shrugs. “My parents never invested in a television or cable package, and going to movies alone was never particularly appealing to me.”

“Clarence grew up very sheltered,” Meg adds.

He cranes his neck to glare at her.

“What?” James stares. “Going to the movies alone is the best.”

Castiel reins in his surprise; James exudes such charm that would no doubt entrap any passers-by into attending the film with him.

“It’s the ultimate escape,” James continues. “You just sit there and watch the movie and forget about all the crap in your normal life. ’S why I’m a cinema studies major.”

“That doesn’t sound… too bad,” Castiel says tentatively. “I’m majoring in classics.”

The next day, James, going by Frodo Baggins, hands Castiel a ten dollar bill for his red eye and a single ticket to the local theater for the current blockbuster playing at 8pm.

* * *

Castiel smiles as his favorite customer approaches. “Name?”

“Freddy Krueger.”

Meg snorts.

“What?” Freddy asks her over Castiel’s shoulder. “I’m thinking I should do theme-weeks. Like, Halloween’s in a few days.”

Castiel doesn’t bother confirming his red eye, and instead writes Freddy on the cup and hands it to Meg.

As she prepares Freddy’s drink, Freddy grabs a napkin.

Castiel reads Nightmare on Elm Street upside down before he takes the note from Freddy. “I was thinking,” he says as he pockets it, “You proposed a deal earlier.”

Freddy’s expression turns intrigued. “What deal?”

“I’ll tell you my name, if you tell me yours,” Castiel repeats.

Freddy grins. “Seriously?” He waits a beat, his eyes narrowing as the silence drags on. “You’re fucking with me.”

“I am not,” Castiel promises. “So? What’s your real name?”

Freddy taps his fingers against the counter as he deliberates his next move. “I dunno, you tell me,” he says, his voice infuriatingly playful.

Castiel crosses his arms over his chest. “Are you five? You need me to go first?”

Freddy nods.

Castiel stares him down.

Freddy stares right back.

“Large red eye for Freddy Kruger!” Meg announces loudly, and more than a few heads swivel around in surprise.

“We’re not done here,” Freddy swears as he takes the cup from her.

“I didn’t think we were,” Castiel says pleasantly.

* * *

“Your name?”

“Michael Myers.”

“That’s not your real name, is it?” Castiel asks suspiciously. Michael has used a few normal-sounding names before.

“Nope.”

Castiel rolls his eyes as he scrawls a messy Michael on a paper cup. “You can give me your real name, you know.”

“So could you,” Michael vollies back.

“You guys are so disgusting,” Meg says, snatching the cup out of Castiel’s lax hand. “Just get the big reveal over with. I’m getting cavities over here.”

“Sure, once he goes first,” Michael says. “I put in all this work to drop a new John Hancock every day; it’s the least he could do.”

“Like it’s work for you,” Castiel retorts. “You once dropped five references in a single sentence! You do it as easily as breathing.”

Michael scowls. “Tell you what, let’s up the ante. I guess your name first, and you go out to the movies with me.”

Castiel freezes. Michael hadn’t brought up dating since that first time he asked Casitel out. Deep down, Castiel knew he hadn’t let it go, or else he would stop flirting over coffee and keeping up the parade of fake names. But still, the request takes him by surprise. “And what if I guess first?”

Michael shrugs. “Whatever you want.”

Castiel holds his hand out to shake on it.

Grinning, Michael does. “You’ve got yourself a deal… James?”

“That was your name a month ago,” Castiel tuts. “Try again.”

* * *

“Steve,” he says before Castiel can even ask for his name-of-the-day.

“C’mon, does he look like a Steve to you?” Meg asks, pinching Castiel’s cheek as she passes.

Castiel swats her hand out of the way. “My name isn’t Steve.”

“Damn.”

“I’ll get that red eye for you,” Castiel says, glancing up at him from lowered lashes, “Sam?”

He bursts out laughing. “Close – that’s my little brother’s name.”

“Right, well, what should I write on the cup, then?”

“Let’s go with Norman Bates,” Norman says, still chuckling.

“Going old school?” Meg calls appreciatively from over by the espresso machine. “Nice.”

“If it ain’t broke,” Norman says with a shrug. He turns to Castiel. “Are you dressing up for Halloween this year?”

Castiel purses his lips. “I wasn’t planning on it, but now I understand a great deal more costumes than last year.”

“That’s the spirit,” Norman says, his eyes sparkling.

* * *

Castiel’s usual, “Name?” dies on his tongue as he takes in how tired his favorite customer looks. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he says before yawning hugely. “Pulled an all nighter last night to marathon a few movies I slept through during lecture.” He grimaces. “Breathless can go fuck itself, and if anyone says French New Age film revolutionized cinema, run in the other direction.”

“I’ll take that under advisement,” Castiel says. “Name?”

“Ichabod Crane. Seriously, I almost fell asleep again –”

The customer behind him coughs loudly, and Castiel’s gaze flicks over his shoulder to see - “Dean?” he says.

Ichabod straightens, his face paling. “How’d you –”

“Large red eye, Meg!” Castiel calls as he gestures to the next person to step forward. “What can I get you Dean Adler?”

Castiel’s hard-ass Roman Philosophy Professor and Dean of the College stands behind Ichabod, already looking annoyed at the wait. “Large black coffee with an extra shot and extra cream.”

“Of course,” Castiel says as he swipes Dean Adler’s card through the machine.

By the time he looks up, Ichabod has disappeared.

* * *

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel greets the next day.

Dean sheepishly smiles at him. “You figured it out?”

“Hard not to, when you went white as a sheet when I addressed the Dean,” Castiel says. “So I only thought it fair…” he drifts off, gesturing to his chest.

Dean’s eyes widen as he reads the HELLO MY NAME IS sticker stuck to Castiel’s shirt, along with a clearly printed CASTIEL below it.

“Cas-tee-el?” he sounds out. “For real?”

“Clarence was named after an angel,” Meg sing-songs from behind him.

Castiel rolls his eyes. “I won’t watch It’s a Wonderful Life on principle.”

Dean laughs. “It’s overrated, anyway.”

Castiel grabs a cup and writes Dean in his best handwriting, turning it around to show Dean.

He nods in approval. “So, you won. What’s your poison?” Dean grimaces. “I’m not getting on a plane – or listening to Jefferson Starship. There are some lines I won’t cross, even for a gentleman’s agreement.”

Castiel pulls out two tickets from his back pocket. “I was thinking we’d go see a movie.”

#suptober22 #destiel #fanfic #destiel fanfic #friends to lovers #getting together #first meetings #castiel & meg masters #university au #student castiel #student dean #barista castiel #rae writes fic

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frosthexe · 9 months

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Bullet Points - ImYourHoneyBee - Supernatural (TV 2005) [Archive of Our Own]

Dean didn't think he'd be working towards a university degree at the age of thirty, but here he is doing it. Between full time school and his full time job as a mechanic, he doesn't have time for anything other than keeping his nose to the grindstone.

Enter Cas, an accidentally summoned incubus who is determined to, uh, help Dean relax.

#fic rec #destiel #creature cas #incubus cas #bonding #student dean #mechanic dean

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thoodleoo · 13 days

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surely this fun coffee drink will save me from my immeasurable exhaustion

#the end of the school year is always tough but this one moreso than ever #cosmo wanda i wish my dean of students went to hell no matter what

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lanadelnegan · 8 days

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Tattoo - part 2 (final)

Teacher!Negan x F!Reader

Summary: After your art teacher gives you a tattoo that will always remind you of him, he wants a matching one. But he wants you to give it to him.. while you "give it to him."

Warnings: 18+, smut, age-gap, p in v, blowjob, teacher-student relationship, giving Negan a tattoo while you ride him, (if teacher-student relationships and/or age-gaps are not your thing, please do not read.)

Part one here

Finally posting this after a century! Sorry it took so long. xx

“Are you insane?!” I stood with the tattoo gun in my hand, mouth dropped open as I watched him get comfortable on the leather couch. He sat shirtless with his legs spread perfectly apart.

“Probably.” He grinned, flashing his pretty teeth and deeply ingrained dimples that I've become obsessed with over the years.

“Seriously.. Negan.. I’ve never tattooed someone before, obviously, and-“

His head fell to the side as if he didn't want to hear my excuses. “You’ve taken my art class four times. More than any other student at that damn school. Did you learn anything, or were you too busy fantasizing about the teacher?" He smirked.

"... I didn't learn how to give someone a tattoo."

"No different than drawing, baby."

"I can barely do that." I shrugged. "Why did you even pass me?"

Negan let out a chuckle, leaning his head back against the couch for a moment. "I think we both know the answer to that." We both fell silent as I looked unsure about what he was asking me to do.

“I’ll start it. Would that make you feel better?” He asked. I nodded, knowing there’s no way I could do this by myself.

“Hand me that pen over there?” He nodded towards his desk. I grabbed a purple outline pen to give him and he took the cap off with his teeth before easily drawing the most perfect baseball bat I've ever seen on his chest right about his left nipple. He tossed the pen aside and started the tattoo gun, bringing it close to his chest.

“Stop.” I blurted. “You don’t have to do this.”

Negan scrunched his brows at me. “I don’t do anything I don’t wanna do, sweetheart.” He said before carving a small line over the purple outline on his skin, not flinching an ounce. He stopped after making a small mark on his skin, then handed me the tattoo gun while patting his lap for me to sit.

He can’t seriously want me to sit in his lap while I permanently mark his body.

“Take your clothes off first, baby. Give me something to look at while we do this.”

I sat the tattoo gun to the side before slowly undressing for him until I was completely bare and cold, shivering in front of him.

“Mm, so fucking beautiful.” He praised, seeing my perky nipples on display for him. I noticed the straining bulge in his pants before I even sat down. I straddled him carefully and settled into his lap while facing him, cautiously holding the tattoo gun in my hand.

“You got this, darlin’.” He encouraged me, probably because I looked like I could faint any second. Sitting in my hot teacher's lap and tattooing his chest wasn’t something I thought I'd ever do.

“What if-“ I started but he cut me off.

“I don’t care.” He said in almost a whisper. “You could draw little hearts and fuckin' butterflies all over me, and I wouldn’t care as long as you’re hovering that sweet pussy over me. The tat? Is the last thing on my mind right now, doll.”

With that, I brought it to his skin and began making a line before I could talk to myself out of it. I felt Negan’s eyes burning into me, and his face was close enough to mine for me to smell the mint and tobacco on his mouth. Negan let out a breath that resembled a moan when the needle tore through his flesh.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, continuing my surprisingly impressive line.

"No." His voice was hoarse and raspy. "Feels fucking good."

I felt the bulge in his pants grow bigger underneath me and wanted to grind against him but couldn't move without possibly messing up. Negan watched me intensely before I felt his hand drift down to my center. I shivered when he ran a finger through my wet slit and saw him smirk out of the corner of my eye.

"Negan. I need to be still. I'm not messing this up."

"Then be still, darlin'. Don't mind me." I heard the zipper of his pants and glanced at him, giving him a silent warning that whatever he was about to do wasn't a good idea.

Negan grabbed my wrist gently and I pulled my hand away from his chest as he lifted my hips slightly and guided me over his length. I sat down completely, taking him so deep that it hurt.

"Negan.." I moaned, and he moaned with me, keeping us still and not moving while his cock was all the way inside me.

"Finish what you started, baby." He said, gesturing to the tattoo gun still in my hand. Hesitantly I started again, going slower this time. I felt his cock twitch inside me when the needle hit his skin, and almost whimpered at how full he made me feel, pressing tightly into my walls.

"You never answered my question, doll."

"Hm?" I asked, focusing on the tattoo and trying to ignore the throbbing sensation in my cunt.

"Did you learn anything in my class?"

I smiled for a moment, thinking of a clever answer. "Of course. I learned that.. I wanted you. Safe to say I did more fantasizing than listening to you yap about art, although listening to your deep voice did help with the fantasies." I giggled.

"Yeah?" He asked, tightening his grip on my hips as he fought the urge to thrust his hips upwards. "What exactly did you fantasize about, doll?"

"So much. But.. my favorite was thinking of you bending me over your desk. Or sucking your cock underneath your desk while others were around and had no idea."

"Fuuck." Negan breathed out heavily as he rested his head back against the couch. "Keep going, baby. I want to hear more."

"I would always stare at the front of your pants."

"I noticed." He chuckled.

"And I'd imagine what it looked like. How big you were."

"Yeah? What do you think? Was it what you imagined?"

"Bigger." I said truthfully, getting close to being finished with the tattoo.

"Sweetheart, I need you to hurry the fuck up and finish. My dick is gonna fucking explode if I don't move soon."

"Already done." I pulled the gun back and smiled, admiring my work and being pleasantly surprised. "Take a look."

Negan ripped the gun out of my hand and tossed it on the floor. "Later. Bounce on my fuckin' dick, now." He said desperately as he adjusted himself lower on the couch.

I happily obeyed him, placing my hands on his shoulders, being careful not to touch his reddening pecs. It felt so good to finally move up and down on his cock, so I dropped my head back and rode him fast and hard while my tits bounced in his face.

Negan leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth, slurping around it and groaning as I fucked him. I screamed out, knowing we were the only ones there and I could be as loud as I wanted.

"Fuuuck, baby." He said breathlessly, leaning back again and looking up at me. "You look so fuckin' pretty with my dick inside you." His thumb dug into my hips, brushing against my fresh tattoo that now matched his own.

"Negan! I'm gonna cum!" I cried out, letting my orgasm rip through me while my legs shook and collapsed until I sank all the way down on him again, not able to hold myself up.

"Goddamn! Look at the mess you made all over me." He said proudly and I looked down between us, seeing the pool of wetness where our bodies were connected.

"Sorry.." I said, blushing.

He hummed, looking up at you. "I don't believe you. Why don't you get on your knees and clean up your mess? Show daddy how sorry you are?"

He kissed me before I climbed off his lap and onto my knees in the floor, settling between his spread legs. His cock stood tall between his legs and I finally got a chance to admire it. Wrapping my hand around it, I stroked him slowly, studying every vein in his impressive length. I imagined the sight of this for so long, and I wanted to enjoy it.

Pushing his hard cock away, I dipped my head between his crotch and sucked one of his large balls into my mouth, moaning around it. Negan's leg twitched at the sudden sensitivity as he gently wrapped his hand in my hair.

"Shit, baby. Been awhile since someone's had my balls in their mouth. Forgot how - oh, fuck - how good it feels."

I gave the other one some attention before finally licking up his shaft until I reached the tip, wrapping my mouth firmly around his thick head. He tasted like a mix of my pussy and his precum and it was the most heavenly thing I had ever experienced. I savored it as I took him as far as I could in the back of my throat, gagging slightly before pulling back. I continued this for awhile, taking turns sucking and stroking him until my mouth was dripping with spit and his dick was soaked.

"Ohhh fuck, baby, you ready for my cum?" He said quickly, guiding my head back to his cock. He let out a loud, strained groan as I felt him empty himself down my throat. I moaned around him, not pulling away until every drop was swallowed.

Negan leaned down, wrapping his hand around my throat and pulling me towards him for a kiss. I slipped my tongue in his mouth, letting him taste us and his eyes fluttered shut.

"I should have failed you." He signed when he finally broke away from the kiss.

"What? Why?"

"Art won't be the same without you. I dunno if I want to teach anymore now that you're graduating."

"Don't be silly. You've always loved art."

Negan chuckled, pulling me into his lap again. "No.. I've always loved you."

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nerves-nebula · 10 months

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this is a good game.

#nnstuff #wizard101 #this screenshot is from last night but. it so funny #'i may be in prison but im stiill the dean of students goddamnit'#rambling

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aaamike · 2 years

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Becky is going to be a great college student one day...

#college isn’t about being a good student #it’s about getting over #becky blackbell #dean henderson #spy x family #lol #good anime #wtf #funny as hell #good manga #dank #anime memes #funny

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dark-elf-writes · 26 days

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Was thinking about eleven year old Fawn Spots Harry and made myself laugh because he would be so angry that technology doesn’t work at Hogwarts.

Full on “What do you mean Olympus has cell service and the middle of Scotland doesn’t?! It’s not even the same plane of fucking existence and calls aren’t even long distance!” Little man has not been more than a phone call away from his family since he was adopted and he is not coping well, but beyond that the lack of online databases, easy way to compile notes and write the eight million essays they’re assigned, and actual entertainment that isn’t ’dangerous flying dodgeball’ (which he does love tbh but still not everyone does) would drive him up the wall. Fuck the lack of things like highlighters and binders would piss him off.

He would show up with a spiral notebook and a mechanical pencil and a pureblood child would pass out from shock. He writes his family constantly begging for any and all stationary they can send. He uses breaks to type up last term’s notes and introduces the first final study guide in Times New Roman into Hogwarts and makes a killing off of selling them. The older pureblood students beg on bended knee for help making their own and the muggleborns realize oh shit they can corner the market per year and subject. Harry will drag Hogwarts into the modern age if he has to do so kicking and screaming.

#the elf talks #harry potter #fawn spots au #Hermione sees him pull out a folder and immediately writes home because god dammit she misses her trapper keeper #the muggleborns all have an underground meme market and everyone else is so confuse #Dean sending those flying notes to Rick Roll other muggle raised students and being so damn smug about it #he took a whole summer to learn how to draw Rick astley from memory just for this #the twins see the psychic damage this does and help him charm it to play the song too #Hogwarts becomes a lot more chaotic in the 2000’s #Percy is the one to figure out how to get tech to work around magic #purebloods are sheltered Victorian children and Harry will find a way to put one in a coma by playing WAP

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toiletpotato · 9 months

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school supplies should be free. you agree. reblog.

#yes the expensive calculator that too #from infancy through any sort of tertiary education #your success shouldn't be limited by the resources you have to buy that are necessary for the class #and it should come from the superintendents' pockets btw #those folks haven't stepped foot in a classroom since they got that job and yet #why are they raking in the cash #at uni it should come from the chancellor/dean/president whoever #textbooks? Make them free and accessible #teachers should not have to pay out of their pockets to get supplies for their students #the school should cover it completely #for any cost for any item #oh but the larger system doesn't actually care about staff and student well-being that's right #edublr #if that's a thing

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hidingbehindmishacollins · 6 months

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thinking about how the number one thing on my beautiful powerpoint presentation christmas list was a jenmish photo op for my best friend and i. apologies to my family for that one (not really)

#i am a broke college student #destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #supernatural #spn #spnfamily #jensen ackles #misha collins #i like to dream big #i also like to make powerpoints

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goldenraeofsun · 2 years

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Day 1: Maize / Maze

Dean stumbles in the dark and nearly faceplants into the nearest wall of corn stalks. Swearing under his breath, he dusts off his hands and glances around in case anyone saw.

Nobody did, of course, because he’s in the middle of the Corn Maze, AKA the lamest attraction at the harvest festival.

Dean still felt like a little bit of a shit for giving Sam such crap for finally getting the balls to ask Jess on a date. It was his older brother prerogative to keep Sam’s ego in check, but Dean probably should have made sure they were alone before he got started.

Next thing he knew, Mom was rounding on Sam, asking if she was coming to dinner after, what her parents were like, if she was the Jess Sam mentioned months ago that he swore to Mom was just a friend.

So when Sammy shot Dean those puppy dog eyes over Jess’s head after twenty minutes of festival games, Dean was all too happy to skedaddle. He left them heading to the Ferris Wheel.

The Corn Maze was on the other side of grounds, so Dean figured that would give Sam enough time to get his gross tween make out on.

But Dean hadn’t factored in that it was a fucking maze, and he’d emptied half his flask while playing third wheel to Sam’s lame G-rated date. Apparently his sense of direction took a nosedive along with his sobriety. Who knew.

He groans, squinting up at the stars overhead. He must be far from the fairgrounds, since the light pollution is minimal, and he can make out the Big Dipper shining clearly above him.

He’d already tried busting out the compass on his phone, but the app did jack shit since Dean had no idea where the exit was. He could make it to the northernmost corner of the maze no problem, though. Super helpful.

Still, he trudges north. At the next fork, he takes a right, trips over something in the dark, and almost falls to the ground again before he catches himself. He scans the immediate area again, in case anyone witnessed his most recent embarrassment.

But this time, someone is standing just ahead, thankfully not looking in his direction at all.

Dean recognizes that silhouette, the riot of dark hair, the gentle slope of that nose. Hey, it wasn’t like he was going to spend all of chemistry staring at his Bunsen burner, after all.

“Cas!” Dean says loudly in surprise. He subtly runs a hand through his hair to make sure it’s not sticking up in any weird directions from his multiple run-ins with cornstalks.

Castiel Milton, Dean’s current lab partner and president of the astronomy club, jerks around at the sound of his name, his blue eyes widening.

“Hello, Dean,” he says once he’s recovered. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Uh, me neither,” Dean says, ridiculously thankful for the darkness surrounding them that’ll hide his reddening face. Just what he needs, for Cas to see him hopelessly lost and half drunk in a goddamn corn maze. He scrambles for something to talk about, to keep Cas here with him. “Uh, stars, right?”

He’s such a dumbass.

But, to his surprise, Cas smiles. “They’re especially bright tonight. It’s mostly why I came into the corn maze in the first place.”

Dean nods along eagerly. “You gonna use them to navigate your way outta here, I guess, Mr. Astronomy President?”

Cas’s mouth opens and closes without a sound.

Dean narrows his eyes – is Cas actually blushing?

“I – well, that was what I intended to do,” Cas says in a small voice, “But reading about celestial navigation and actually doing it are, in fact, very different things.” He grimaces. “Can you lead me to the exit, by any chance?”

Dean chuckles. “Dude, I’ve been lost for the past thirty minutes.”

“Oh,” Cas says, his shoulders slumping.

“But I got something that might help,” he says, reaching into his jacket. Cas blinks owlishly at him as Dean waves his flask in front of his face. “How about it, Space Race?”

Cas swallows. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt,” he says tentatively.

“That’s the spirit,” Dean encourages as Cas takes the flask from him and swigs it back like a pro. “Woah,” Dean says, pinching it out of Cas’s grip. “Who knows how long we’ll be stuck here. Gotta ration the goods, buddy.”

Cas grins. “‘We’?” he echoes.

Dean licks his lips. “Two heads are better than one, right?”

“That is how the saying goes,” Cas says solemnly. He lifts his chin, his eyes scanning the constellations overhead. He sighs wistfully, shivering.

Well, that is a problem Dean can fix.

He shrugs out of his jacket and drapes it over Cas’s shoulders before Cas can protest. “Seems like you’ve been out here longer than I have.”

“I can’t,” Cas says, biting his lip. “Won’t you get cold?” he asks worriedly.

Dean, warm from the company and the whiskey in his stomach, just winks.

Cas freezes. “We should go this way,” he says, taking off into the darkness, but not before Dean catches the wide smile on his face.

The search party finds them two full hours later, flask empty, lips swollen, lying under Dean’s jacket like a blanket that barely covers them.

After Dean drops off Jess and Cas at their respective homes, Sam wakes Mom up at 1:30 in the goddamn morning to share the news.

#suptober22 #destiel #fanfic #destiel fanfic #rae writes fic #high school au #student dean #student castiel #lets gooooo

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pretty-circa006 · 3 hours

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Sex Ed

Coach! Negan x Student! F! Reader summary You have some follow up questions after Coach Negan's sex ed class tags student teacher relationship, age gap (reader is 18 negan is like pushing 40?), blowjob, pet names

wc: 1.9k

note i tried a little something new when writing this, can you tell what it is?

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Negan glowers at the students of his gym class sitting in the bleachers before him. They're all laughing like fools and making crude jokes that only displayed their immaturity. Seniors, they were supposed to be, but a majority of them acted like foolish middle schoolers.

"Listen up you dumb little sacks of shit!" he shouts. The students all quiet down, some getting startled by the loudness of his voice before doing so.

"I know a majority of you kids, well, technically young adults, are too immature to handle this shit, but the displeasure of teaching it to you has unfortunately been bestowed upon me." He slams his large hand on the whiteboard on wheels, bringing his students' focus to the topic of today's lesson; sex ed. His hazel-green scan his audience with distain, daring them to say anything stupid- nobody did, which is a relief. But that relief instantaneously turned into dread when his eyes landed on her. From her seat in the center of the bleachers, she stares at Negan while seductively biting her finger and giving him sultry bedroom eyes.

He sighs to himself, quickly averting his gaze. She was always, always looking at him like that. Like she's an apex predator and he's the prey she'd been stalking, waiting to pounce and feast on his flesh. At first, it freaked him out, constantly feeling her eyes boring into his skin. But it quickly became flattering to know he had a little admirer. She's always the first to his class, the first to pay attention to him, the last to leave, and the only student to frequent his office. If that's all she did, she would have been just been a girl with an innocent little crush. But her crush was anything but little or innocent. He should have been able to realize that when she'd show up to every gym class in the world's tiniest shorts. If not then, he should at least have noticed when she'd spend excessive amounts of time in his office. He brushed all that off, though, assuming the shorts weren't for him and that she just liked his office for the air conditioning and bowl of candy on his desk.

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The lesson went by fairly smooth. Not many stupid joked were cracked, which was a win for Negan.

"Grab a complementary condom on your way out," he says as students get up from the bleachers, "and if you have any extra questions, you can come see me." He internally cringes at that last part. The internet was a thing and if students wanted to know something, they should look it up themselves instead of prolonging this awkward moment for him. But he had to do at least the bare minimum of what his job required him to do.

Thankfully, the students were just filing past him, some stopping to grab handfuls of condoms, and none of them stop to talk to him. The gymnasium is finally empty without a student in sight. Negan's honestly surprised she didn't stick around after class like she usually did, but he couldn't complain. He pushes his whiteboard back into his office and shuts the door behind him, ready to wind down and catch up on some work.

"Hey Coach."

"Jesus H. fuckin' Christ, kid!" A startled Negan shouts, hand clutching his heart. He finally notices the girl sitting at his desk in his chair with her feet propped up comfortably on the desk. He can't keep his eyes from scanning her legs, the smooth skin fully exposed from upper thigh to ankle.

She lets out a little giggle before her face returns to that usual seductive look.

"I had a question 'bout today's lesson," she tells him. Negan sighs and rubs a hand down his face, anticipating something wildly inappropriate to come from her mouth.

"Goddammit, kid, what is it?" he asks hesitantly.

"First off, stop calling me kid. I am eighteen," she explains, holding up a finger. "Second," she puts up another finger, "I want you to teach me something."

"That's not a question." She rolls her eyes at him and takes her feet off the desk.

"Will you teach me to give a blowjob?" Negan's eyebrows shoot up at the same time his eyes widen. She's dead serious too, looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes. Those same eyes drift from his down to the growing bulge in his gym shorts. She squeezes her thighs together and bites her lip.

"Darlin', you do know that what you're askin of me is wildly fuckin' inappropriate, right?" He's supposed to be serious, but the dimpled smirk on his face sends another message.

"You're supposed to be teaching sed ed, ain't ya?" she argues. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, only riling up the oversexed girl even more.

"Inappropriateness aside, you couldn't handle all this," he says, motioning to his growing boner.

A smug smile makes its way across her face. She gets out of his chair, kneels in front of it, and pats the cushion, silently demanding him to take a seat. He takes a peak at her cute little ass that her tiny gym shorts were barely doing anything to cover. He figures that if he gives in to her demands, she'll realize that she, in fact, cannot handle what he's packing and will back off. He didn't particularly want her to shy away from him, but her forward behavior would pose a threat to his job sooner or later and he's not eager to get fired.

Fuck it. He locks the door to his office and sits in his chair. She's looking up at him through her long lashes, excitement radiating off of her.

"Well, ya can't suck my fuckin' dick through my fuckin' shorts."

"Oh. Right!" Her shaky hands reach toward the waistband of his gym shorts and he lifts his hips so she can pull them down just enough to free his cock. She lets out a little gasp when the large member springs up and slaps his abdomen. For the first time, her seductive, siren-like facade starts to slip, revealing a nervous, inexperienced girl. With a smug smirk on his face, he looks down at her. She talked so much game, but when it came time to play, she didn't even know how.

"I...I asked you to teach me, didn't I?!" she squeaks. She's embarrassed at how dumb she's sure she looks and even more so at the fact Negan's getting a kick out of this.

"Spit in your hand, doll. Then stroke it a few times," he instructs. She apprehensively spits a glob of saliva into her palm before gently wrapping her hand around him. She's mesmerized by his size, so thick her fingers couldn't touch. As she shyly moves her hand up and down his shaft, she occasionally glances up at him in search for his approval. There is none. He's unamused as he watches her. His wraps his larger hand around her smaller one and squeezes it tighter around his dick.

"Gotta put more presser than that, sweetheart, 'cause I can't feel a damn thing."

She nods her head and he removes his hand, letting her try again on her own. With her hand wrapped more tightly around his cock, she can feel every ridge of his veins rubbing against her fingers. Negan lets out a seemingly satisfied sigh which encouraged her to go faster. Her mouth makes an 'o' shape when she sees precum leaking from his reddening tip. She impulsively brings her head down to him and experimentally kitten licks the precum, before taking the entire tip into her mouth. She looks up at him again, but he's already looking down at her with lust darkened eyes.

"Go on, baby, you can fit more of me in that sweet little mouth of yours," he taunts. She lowers her head until his tip makes contact with the back of her throat, but even then he's not all the way in. His thick, throbbing member fills her mouth, resting heavily on her tongue. With more confidence, she begins bobbing her head up and down. Negan's hand grips a handful of her hair and stops her.

"Don't use your teeth," he corrects her. She chokes a 'sorry,' out from around his cock, the vibration from it feeling good. In her effort to not use any teeth, she hollows her cheeks, the spongy flesh of their insides caressing Negan as she bobs her head. With the hand that's still gripping her hair, Negan forces her to go a little faster, but doesn't push her all the way down on his cock. She picks up the pace on her own, causing Negan's grip to relax.

"That's it, darlin', you're takin' my cock so fuckin' good right now." Her nails dig into his thighs as she continues despite the pain in her tired jaw. His praise sends a wave of heat directly to her core causing her neglected cunt to clench over nothing. But his praise wasn't enough. She wants to hear his pleasure, to hear him moan and come undone in her mouth. She forces the remaining inches of him down her throat, but she immediately regrets it when she gags around him. But she's already in too deep and wouldn't dare dream of quitting now.

"Holy fuckin' shit, doll!" he pleasurably groans, "you are a goddamn dick suckin' natural!" She can feel him twitch inside her mouth, a telltale sign that he's close. Her own cunt throbs, despite receiving no attention. Both of his hands grip her hair as his restraints come undone and begins fucking her face. Exasperated profanities and moans fall from his mouth as she takes him so well.

"Want me to cum inside your throat, doll?" He gets out between pants. She hums an 'mmm hmm' as she tries to move in time with his thrusts. His head falls back against the chair and eyes slightly roll back as his hips rut into her mouth, burying her nose in his dark curls. As he shoots his hot load into her mouth, a guttural moan claws its way out of his throat.

He pulls his softening dick from her mouth and tucks it back into his shorts. He leans down and grabs her jaw so he can admire her pretty, cock drunk face. The trails of dark mascara tears dried on her cheeks and her lips are slightly swollen and her hair is a mess. She looks perfect.

"Open," Negan commands. She opens her mouth, showcasing to Negan his cum resting on her tongue.

"Now swallow." She does and maintains eye contact with him the whole time.

"That's my good fuckin' girl," he praises, causing heat to spread on her cheeks and down to her pussy. She stands up, using the desk behind her as support. Her knees are slightly bruised, a delicious sight to Negan.

"Thanks for teaching me, Coach," she says, her tone slightly teasing.

"Yeah, alright. I gave you want you fuckin' wanted, so get outta my goddamn office." He means what he said, despite how playful he sounded.

"But wait," she says stepping closer to him. He raises an eyebrow in response as she grabs his hand and brings it close. She puts his large hand in between her legs, forcing him to feel how wet he made her. He looked up at her a, his face morphing into a dark smirk.

"Don't you wanna return the favor, Coach?"

note and the answer is....present tense! i wrote this in present tense instead of my usual preferred past tense. thoughts?

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bulkhummus · 1 year

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do you understand how this rewired my fucking brain ….. they were grad students together…….carlos cant remember decades…we were both trying to prove ourselves… lubelle will march over anything and anyone…… cecils swiss cheese brain ….

#everyone worried about carlos……. enough to go looking for him #im was trying to find connections between dr. kayali in 55 and janet #kayali knew carlos as a professor who disappeared on sabbitical #lubelle knew carlos as a fellow grad student #dr blake knows carlos as someone who made an impact long enough at the university that his portrsit was both hung and taken down #he also took over carlos’ role as lubelles right hand man (implied by cecil stating it )#which means either carlos was not telling the full truth and extent of his relationship to lubelle (highly likely)#or its a time and memory weirdness #but i keep thinking about the line we were young and trying to prove ourselves……..#it sounds so unnecessarily foreboding to me like whatd they get up to what did they do #that made carlos question her ethics #i bet they were rewarded for it #i bet it ate him up inside sitting atop of an achievement that was ethically shakey for years #until he has a break down and dips #also so egotisical that she sets up a campus in town lol and makes herself the dean #on top of sacred ground #kayali said he was gone for decades…… so funny how decades keep haunting carlos what does it mean what DOES IT MEAN #wtnv #welcome to night vale

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annmariethrush · 1 month

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Born to listen to Sufjan Stevens and write the most unbearably sad drabbles about Destiel

Forced to actually write another 7,500 word paper for my master’s degree

#this is literally something I functionally like #I am writing about two of my favorite films #but also the books they’re based on which are far less engaging #huge rip #grad student life #spn #supernatural #destiel #Sufjan stevens #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #casdean #meg mumbles

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lanadelnegan · 8 months

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Hey, I love your writing it’s so good you truly are a phenomenal writer. Anyways, I was wondering if you could do a gym teacher negan x female reader. (She’s a senior about to graduate and she’s been flirting with her teacher and they both feel the same way for each other and one day he decides to break the tension and things just get steamy. Btw I literally adore that you use a daddy kink (you are so real for that). Thank you so much :)

omg thank you so so much!!! and god this sounds insanely hot. i'm such a whore for teacher negan.

Crush - Part 1

Gym Teacher Negan x Female Reader

read part two here

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, *reader is 18*, you catch Coach Negan masturbating, angst, teasing, flirting, sexual tension, teacher x student, part 2 will be 99% smut

Song inspo: Crush by Ethel Cain

"Ya gonna miss me when I graduate?" You ask, reaching for a piece of candy from the bowl on Negan's desk. Class started five minutes ago, but both of you have a tendency to be late.

Negan has been your gym teacher since junior year and the two of you have grown closer over the past two years than any teacher and student should. It's hard to fight the crush you've developed for him, considering his charming sense of humor, ridiculously good looks, and most importantly - how much attention he gives you.

His eyes trail away from his computer screen as he stands, coming around the desk beside you. "Is there a reason you're not in your gym clothes, miss y/l/n?"

"What? You don't like this?" You tease, looking down at your outfit. Your usual attire consists of some jeans and a t-shirt, but this is your last week of high school, so you decided to spice it up and wear a short blue sundress today.

Negan glances down at your body, letting his gaze linger on your breasts for a moment too long as he stands tall in front of you.

"It's a little inappropriate, wouldn't you say so? .... You tryna get some high school boy's attention?" His head tilts waiting for your answer.

"I wouldn't say boy." You take a bite of the unwrapped mini snickers bar in your hand before smirking at him.

"Oh?" His brows raise playfully. "A girl then?"

"No.. gym teacher." You say barely above a whisper as you smoothly lick some of the chocolate off your bottom lip. Your cheeks turn a light shade of pink at your own words.

You've become much bolder since you turned 18 last month, and you aren't missing the opportunity to spend every second flirting with Coach Negan before school is out.

The corner of his mouth raises into a knowing smirk as he stands closer to you, intoxicating you with the scent of his musky, sporty cologne.

"You want my attention, doll? Ya gotta try harder than that." He snatches the candy bar from your hand before popping it into his own mouth and leaving you standing alone in his office.

His loud voice from the gym echoes through the hallway as you make your way to the locker room, replaying his words in your head and changing into your tiniest pair of shorts.

You want my attention? Ya gotta try harder than that.

You tie your hair up in a high ponytail in the mirror, noting the way your oversized shirt and shorts barely cover your ass before giving yourself a pep talk.

"Y/l/n, nice of you to finally join us." He yells as you enter the gym.

You roll your eyes nonchalantly before finding your spot on the court and beginning your stretches.

Negan walks up and down the rows of students as you all stretch and music flows through the speakers of the gym. There's no denying he's the coolest P.E. teacher you've ever had. Not even counting his looks.

When he reaches your space, he makes a point to roam his eyes up and down your body as you stretch. You stare back at him, grinning at the effect you seem to have on him. You can't help but notice the way his dick bounces behind his gym shorts as he walks and you mentally thank the gods that he chose not to wear underwear today.

Your body bends side to side as you stretch, not taking your eyes off of him as he gets closer to you.

"You can do better than that." He whispers lowly.

You're not sure if he's referring to your stretching or his comment from earlier... Ya gotta try harder than that.

Either way, you take it as a challenge and bend over right as he's passing you, touching the tips of your fingers to your toes. Your head turns slightly behind you to see his reaction but he's not looking which only makes you groan with frustration.

"Lucky for you kids I happen to be in a fuckin' good mood today, so rest of class is free time. Just don't get too loud and make me regret it." Negan announces to the class and everyone spreads out, immediately finding their friend groups and beginning various activities.

Unfortunately for you, your only friends in that class are a small group of girls on the volleyball team, and they always play together during free time, leaving you to fend for yourself. You don't mind though because your favorite teacher always keeps you busy.

"Heads up." Negan tosses a basketball in your direction and you catch it easily. "Shoot with me?" He asks.

"Around the world or horse?" You ask, letting him choose which game to play.

"Horse, duh." He answers without hesitation.

"Okay, but let's make it interesting." You suggest and his head tilts curiously. "Every letter you get, I get to ask you a personal question. Like truth.. but with basketball." I explain and he nods his head in agreement.

"You mean.. I get to ask you the questions, since I'll be the one winning." He grins, taking the ball from your hand and shooting smoothly from the free throw line. The ball swishes the net with ease and you roll your eyes at his cocky smile.

"Anyone can make a free throw." You shoot the ball, hitting the rim as it bounces off.

"Apparently not anyone." He laughs and you give him the evil eye. "Oh, right! Question. Let's see, I'll start easy. Got any crushes at school?" He teases.

You giggle, watching him shoot from the next spot and miss.

"Yes." You answer simply.

He catches his rebound, passing you the ball. "Well, who is it?"

"Nope. That's two questions." You dismiss him, shooting and making it in the basket.

He nods his head sarcastically at your response. "That's how it's gonna be, huh?"

He lobs the ball in the air towards the basket, missing clearly on purpose and you look at him confused. "What the hell was that?"

He shrugs, widening his eyes playfully. "I missed. Ready for my question."

You giggle as you think of a question. "Do you have any crushes at school?"

"That would be highly inappropriate miss y/l/n."

"That's not an answer."

He chuckles before shooting and making it again. "...Yeah, I do."

Your cheeks burn at his answer, but you don't get your hopes up too much knowing it could be anyone, even another teacher.

The game continues back and forth as you and Negan ask each other questions. He shoots the final shot, missing and purposely letting you win.

"So, what's my final question, kid? Make it a good one."

"Do you ever.. think of me.. in that way?" You ask bravely, knowing you might not get another chance like this one.

"In what way?" He asks innocently, resting his hands on his hips.

You blush, not wanting to say it, so you don't. "Nothing, forget it."

He looks down at you with a more serious than playful expression now and you wish you could read his mind.

"Okay. If you say so." He shrugs, throwing the ball down and walking away towards the hall to his office. "I let you win by the way." He calls out before disappearing.

You mentally curse yourself for not asking him but it's too late, so you make your way back to the locker room, wanting to get dressed before everyone comes back in.

You change out of your sweaty clothes before slipping your dress on with nothing underneath since your sweat soaked through your panties and bra. You feel even more exposed than earlier considering your dress barely reaches three inches below your ass cheeks.

You study yourself in the mirror as his words echo in your mind again like a broken record.

You want my attention? Ya gotta try harder than that.

You don't want to miss out on another opportunity with him, knowing your time with him is running out, so you grab your things and saunter down the hall to his open office, stopping at the doorway before entering.

Negan's attention is focused on his computer screen as he speaks. "Can I help you, doll?"

You ignore his question, bravely walking over to him before shutting the door behind you and leaning your backpack against the wall. You join him on the other side of the room, standing before him as he sits in his chair looking up at you. Chills cover your body when your bare ass touches the surface of his cold wooden desk.

His brows scrunch at your sudden boldness as he moves his chair back slightly, allowing space between the two of you. "What are you doing, y/n?" He asks but it comes out as more of a warning.

"Getting your attention" You place your bare feet on each side of his thighs in the chair, spreading your legs in front of him and shuttering as the cool breeze brushes your exposed pussy. "Do you ever think about me... like this?" You ask, finishing your question from earlier.

The look on his face is unreadable as his eyes drop to your center.

"You wanna know what I think about, y/n?" His voice turns to a raspy whisper. "I think about how tight that little pussy must be...how those pretty lips would look wrapped around my cock." His dark, heavy eyes lift to meet yours and you've never seen them so blown with lust before. "What you'd sound like begging for me to fuck you. How sweet you probably taste.." His eyes drop to your pussy again as his top teeth cover his bottom lip. "And then.. I come to my damn senses and realize I can't fuckin' risk my whole career for some pussy."

Ouch. Your eyes water at his sudden change of words.

Your heart stings at the rejection as you cover yourself quickly and climb off his desk. The end of day bell rings just in time to dismiss you as you head for the door.

"Y/n, wait." He sighs.

But you keep walking, leaving him behind like he did to you earlier. That's the last time he's going to make you feel like a fucking idiot. You tell yourself, frustrated that you let his mixed signals get to you.

"Goddamn it. Some pussy? The hells wrong with me." Negan whispers to himself, sliding a frustrated hand down his face as he leans back in his chair.

He feels terrible for making you feel that way, but he reminds himself it was for your own good. He knows you're about to go off to college, and the last thing he wants is for you to go catching feelings for your someone you can't have.

As a consequence of his good intentions, his cock aches painfully in his shorts while he stares blankly at the empty desk you sat on only minutes ago.

The sounds of students dismissing for the day are long gone as he realizes he's finally alone.

Fuck it. He says to himself before opening his desk drawer and pumping some lotion in his hand. He pulls his heavy cock out of his shorts, immediately gripping it in his hand and stroking it desperately.

His head falls back against his chair as he groans out, imagining your legs spread open in front of him once again.

His hand works his cock up and down, focusing on the sensitive tip as his eyes shut tight. He gathers his leaking precum with his thumb, working circles around the tip, wishing it was your lips instead.

A deep groan escapes his throat as he reaches his climax, spraying his load all over his white t-shirt. "Fuuuck, y/n." His eyes drift open when he moans your name, instantly connecting with yours as you stand from the doorway, watching him get off to the thought of you.

"I forgot my backpack."

Part 2 here

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