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Take It Out On Me (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)
A/N: *melts into goo* I swear the vibes I get from this story and where I can go with it are a mix of Ariana Grande's "Dangerous Woman" and "I Didn't Change My Number" but Billie Eilish lol That lost song is actually where I got the title because I saw a TikTok where some did the Steddie AI followed by the lyrics "Take it out on you...and your best friend to."
So this is set in the 80s and I chose to make the reader plus size because I haven't done it before with these two and because we plus sized babes are sexy bitches ;). (All you souls, no matter your size are beautiful. Never forget that <3)
Warnings: Dominate Steddie and Sub Reader, she's not a virgin but she's definitely new to this. Everything in this story is consensual! Even though they are rough with her they do come up with a safe word and tell her she can stop if she wants (and they would! I would never write a version of these boys who wouldn't.)
There is degrading (mostly about how the reader wants to be used), spanking, choking... rough smut for sure but followed with aftercare.
Word Count: 3953
This wasn’t normal for you. You never got in trouble at school but today was just one of those days. Carol was picking on you again because of your appearance. Every day it was something different. Your hair looked flat, your clothes were hideous, or something you were reading at the lunch table made you “a dork”.
Today, it was how fat your ass looked in your jeans. You slammed your locker shut as you turned to face her. “At least I have an ass, you ugly bitch!”
“Y/N Y/L/N!”, Ms. O’Donnell scolded. You hadn’t even noticed she was there. She sent you to the principal’s office where he gave you a week’s worth of detention after school.
You were surprised when you entered the designated classroom to find it empty except for the teacher in charge.
“Ah Miss Y/N, I presume. In for offensive language and bullying a fellow student. Come in and have a seat. I’m waiting on two more.”
You flash him a soft smile as you slide into the desk in the front corner. The door opens again and fear dances through your eyes as Steve Harrington saunters in and throws himself down in a desk in the middle of the room.
“Our very own basketball and swim star himself, Steven Harrington. Currently in detention today fooooor…”, the teacher looks at the papers in front of him. “Being caught in the girl’s bathroom. Huh. Did you get lost?”
Before he could respond, the final student entered loudly swinging the door open as he flew in. “Hey! Mr. C! How are we this fine afternoon?”
“Mr. Eddie Munson. Always a pleasure, sir. What are we in for today?”
“I may or may not have caused a disruption in the lunchroom today.”
“Mhmm. Well, since everyone is here, we can start. Detention begins at 5pm sharp and if you aren’t here on time, I do get to tell the principal who will do with you as he will.”
“Sounds sexy.”, the metalhead grins as he sits on top of a desk and crosses his legs.
“Mr. Munson, I know you’ve heard this many, MANY times but for the new prisoners can you please…shut up.” The boy salutes him as the teacher continues. “The majority of the time, you guys will be here, SILENTLY, doing homework or reading, I really don’t care. Just be quiet. Depending on what is going on that day this week we may help out with things. The theater kids have a play on Friday and need help with the sets. As I’m sure Mr. Harrington knows, there’s also a game so the pep squad may need stuff set up.”
“Other than that, let’s just shut up and get through the week, okay?”
The first twenty minutes go by extremely slow as you try to focus on the homework in front of you. After a while, you felt someone watching, turning your head to see Steve staring at you. Something in those admittedly gorgeous brown irises sent a tingle through your body. It felt like he was trying to read you with the little information he had in front of him.
You jumped as a loud beeping echoed through the room and a small devious smile spread across his face.
“Shit.” The teacher pulled his beeper off his belt, furrowing his eyebrows anxiously. “That’s my wife. I’m going to make a quick call but if I come back and I catch you all talking or fucking around…” He points at the metalhead accusingly as he runs out the door.
“Jesus Christ. I thought he would never leave.” Eddie sighed as he got up and slid into the desk in front of Steve reaching out to high five him. “Harrington. What are you in for?”
“Fucking Tammie told Ms. Luhrmann I was hiding in the girl’s bathroom.”
“You pervert.”
“It’s not what you think, ok! I left Nancy a note but she never showed up.”
“I told you, man. You need to stay away from those good girls. Speaking of…” Eddie swivels around on the desk to face you. “What are you in for, sweetheart?”
You curl a bit into your body, hoping they’ll just leave you alone. You don’t belong here. This isn’t normal for you. You just wanted to get through the week and never think about this again.
Two hands, one of them covered in rings, come into your field of view in front of you as they press against your desk. “I asked you something, princess. Don’t be rude now.”
You closed your eyes at the deep tone of his voice. He sounds so sexy…
“She can definitely speak. Talked back to Carol today. It was amazing.”
That grabbed your attention as you turned to look at him. When you yelled at Carol, he wasn’t in the immediate group but he must have been nearby. They were his friends after all.
“What did that bitch say?” Eddie asked Steve but his eyes never left you.
“Said she had a fat ass.” The other boy rolls his eyes.
“And what did you say?” He asks, speaking to you again.
Your eyes found his before they left to scan you lips, down your curvy body, and back up to your face.
“Boo!” Eddie shouted as he slammed his palms on the wood in front of you, making you jump again. He and Steve both chuckled as he sauntered away, back to his friend.
“She commented on the fact that Carol lacks any kind of an ass and then followed that up with the word ‘bitch’.”
“Ooooh, you bad girl. You’re not wrong. That evil little person has nothing behind her. I prefer a girl who has some extra umph you know? Plus, their pussy always tastes the sweetest.”
You exhaled shakily at his words, having only heard or read them in stories. You definitely weren’t a virgin. You had been with men and had boyfriends but none of them ever spoke like Eddie had. They were always extremely shy type guys who had no idea what they were doing on top of you.
“Mr. Munson!” The teacher came back, sighing with his hands in the air. “Really?”
“Sorry, Mr. C. I had a question for the pretty girl but she doesn’t seem to be capable of speech.”
“I don’t blame her when it comes to you.”
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The next day, you became more aware of Eddie and Steve’s presences. You didn’t realize you actually had a couple of classes with Steve and lunch with both he and Eddie. The metalhead’s eyes watched you walk past the Hellfire club table as you tried to ignore him and the other boy constantly turned to glace at you as he ate with his friends.
At the end of the day, you filed into the detention room, surprised to find both boys already there and seated in the front row, much closer to you than they were yesterday.
“Ok troublemakers, collect your things, we are headed to the theater room.”
“I believe thespians refer to it as an auditorium, sir.” Eddie replied in a comical voice that made you smile but only Steve caught it.
“Yeah whatever. I don’t care. Just paint and behave. I’ll be right back there watching so no funny business.”
“Can we talk, Warden or is that still a no-no?”
“Yes, Mr. Munson. You can speak as long as you paint.”
You descend to your knees and they both follow suit. Steve reaches over for the paintbrushes but as he leans over towards you, he lifts it out of your grasp and hands it to his friend.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want something? You gotta ask for it.”, he smiled over at you as he waited. “No? Ok then.”
“Please.”
They froze as he sat back to look you over. “Please what?” He laughs as your face scrunches in disgust. “I don’t know what you want unless you ask me for it.”
“Please, Steve…can I have a brush?”
He nods as he passes it to you and you immediately duck down again to focus on the task in front of you.
“Your voice is pretty. You should talk more.” Eddie’s eyes remained on the board as he painted.
“It’s not that she doesn’t want to talk. She just doesn’t want to talk to us.”
You don’t know why but hearing Steve say it like that made you feel bad. It wasn’t exactly that you didn’t WANT to. You just didn’t trust or know them. King Steve was close friends with the people that tortured you daily and Eddie was the resident bad boy your parents warned you to stay away from. They both intimated you greatly not just because of their air of dominance but because you wanted them to wield it on you.
You wanted them to use you until you or they couldn’t take it anymore and that scared the hell out of you. You were so inexperienced when it came this stuff plus…how do you explain that to someone? Shouldn’t you want to be wined and dined? Yes, you did. You absolutely did but you wanted to be fucked senseless first.
“I do want to talk to you.”
“Then why don’t you?”, Eddie asked.
“You scare me.”
“Well, shit, sweetheart. I’m not a fucking devil worshipper like these asshole people think.”
“It’s not just you and that’s not why.”
“I’ve never made fun of you, Y/N.”
“Oh, hey. She has a name! Steve, you should have told me.”
“Yeah, you never made fun of me but you never stopped them either. You laughed along with them while they picked on me and degraded me in front of the entire school. You’re just as much an asshole as they are.”
“Y/N!”, the teacher hollers from his seat. “As much as I am enjoying watching you tear the king of Hawkins high a new one, I don’t see much painting happening.”
Blinking, you shut your mouth and begin moving the brush again.
“If you ever talk to me like that again, I don’t care where we are or who is in the room, I will throw you over my knee and punish you. Do you understand me?” You turn to look him, finding his angry eyes penetrating yours. “I said, do you understand me?”
“Steve, come on.” Eddie rolls onto his back as he stares up you. “She doesn’t play like that. Do you? Probably still a virgin.”
“I’m not a virgin.”
“I see. Ok, not a virgin but definitely not a hardcore kind of girl, right? You like the missionary, vanilla, candles by the bed, listening to slow 70s tunes. Am I right?”
“You don’t know me. Jesus, no wonder you two are friends.”
“Oh wow, Eds. Look at her. No, she doesn’t like that at all. I mean, on some nights yeah, but you prefer being told to shut the fuck up and do as your told.”
“N-n-no. I don’t.”
Your answer makes them giggle. “I would not have pictured that. You like being used?”
“Edward Munson! I swear to God. If I have yell at you guys one more time, we are going back to the classroom to sit silently.”
As detention came to a close, the teacher asked if you wouldn’t mind staying a little later to put everything away. You agreed especially since he told the guys they could leave. You needed that space away from them.
When Steve scolded you, you felt your panties dampen but you meant what you said. He never did anything to keep the popular kids from picking on you. You saw him laugh with them multiple times. Thinking about Eddie asking if you liked being used, had your pussy clenching around nothing as you rubbed your thighs together. You didn’t know enough about him to really form an opinion. The town talked about him a lot and his club he had at school but you two never crossed paths.
You kept thinking about them as you collected your things and headed down the hallway to leave for the day. Suddenly, a hand covered your mouth as arms lifted you by your waist into a nearby open classroom.
“Hey, sweetheart. Steve and I wanted us to finish our conversation. Now that that asshole isn’t here, we can!” Your eyes widen as you listen to Eddie speak. His tone light but there’s a strength behind it that frightens (and excites) you. “Now, where did we leave off? Ah, yes. You were just about to tell us if you liked being used.”
Steve lifted his palm from your lips, resting it gently against your throat. “Please.”
“Nope. We already had that discussion. You have to say what you want to get it.” Eddie sighs as you push back against the man behind you and he quickly tightens his grip on your neck. “Sweetheart, give me a word. Any word you feel like you’ll remember in any…overwhelming situation.” His eyes seductively raked along your body.
“Vanilla.” You aren’t sure why that’s the first word that came to mind but it was the only thing you could think of as Steve loosened his grip and your head fell back against him.
“If there’s one thing you are not, baby, it’s vanilla but… that’s fine. If at ANY point during our little talk here you feel unsafe or you want to stop just say that word. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I understand.”
He steps forward, running his thumb along your bottom lip. “Good girl.” His fingers trailed down to your shirt, grinning before he roughly ripped it open exposing your bra covered breasts. “Now…I’m only going to ask one more time. Do you…like…being used?”
“I-I-I don’t know. I want t-t-to be.”
His eyes widened in genuine surprise.
“You said you’re not a virgin, right?”, Steve asked and you shook your head.
“Aw, Harrington. What she’s telling us is she’s never been fucked properly. Is that right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Eddie, that’s right.”
The metalhead rolls his eyes in frustration and takes a few steps back. Steve flips you around and slams your upper body down against the desk, reaching around to unbutton your pants as he pulls them below your ass. You hear the sound of a lighter being closed before the echo of his palm slapping your skin reverberates through the room.
As a handcuff belt buckle places itself in front of you, the smell of smoke fills the air.
“Sweetheart, this would go a lot smoother if you just listened and did as you were told.” He bent down on his heels so his face was level with your own. “Yes. What?”
“Yes, Eddie, I’ve never been fucked properly.”
“That’s better.”
Steve’s hand moves to hold your face flat to the wood and your arms reach to claw in front of you. You whine as he spanks you again. “Stop moving!”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m…” Your apology trails off as the tears start to fall down your cheeks.
Eddie balances the cigarette between his fingers as he runs his thumb under your eye. The gesture was sweet in contrast and he noticed you begin to settle. His eyes flicked above you and a few moments pass before Steve slides his hand off your head to between your shoulder blades.
“You said you were afraid of us. Why?”
When you don’t immediately answer he sighs and the other boy delivers two hard slaps to your bottom. Instead of pushing back or fighting underneath the weight of his palm holding you down, you laid still, accepting it. The only movements you made were with your face as you winced at the feeling.
“Why?”, he repeats.
“Be-be-because of… how you m-m-make me feel.”, you whisper.
“Did you hear that, Stevie?”, Eddie smirked up at him.
“Just barely but yeah. Y/N, I was there when you shouted at Carol, remember? I know you can speak louder than that.”
Your face scrunched at his words and the metalhead held his chest as he laughed. “It kills you doesn’t it, princess? To both hate someone AND want them at the same time.”
Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted as Steve tugged on your shirt and adjusted you so you were facing him again. “You hate me, Y/N?”
When you took too long, his fingers pinched your cheeks roughly as he tilted forward till his nose was touching yours. “I asked you a question. You fucking answer! Do you hate me?!”
“Yes! You fucking asshole! I hate you!” You defiantly glared at him as you screamed at him.
“His friends kind of suck. They don’t even know about me. Do they, Harrington?” Eddie snuffed out his cigarette, tossing the butt in the garbage. “I mean it’s fine. I don’t care. What I do find fascinating through is this electricity between you two even though you both hate each other.”
“I don’t hate her.” Your eyelids fluttered at his admission. Why did you torture you with his friends if it wasn’t because he didn’t like you? “If I hated her, I wouldn’t want to make her cum right now.”
Eddie pressed himself to your side as his lips hovered over your ear. “Has anyone ever made you cum before?”
You couldn’t tear your eyes from Steves and you didn’t even both trying. “No. No one has ever made cum.”
“Good girl. See? She’s learning. I knew you were smart.” Eddie’s palm slid along your shoulder, bringing your bra strap down your arm. His fingers, almost delicately, freed one of your breasts from its confine and you panted out a silent moan as the pad of his thumb grazed your nipple.
“Do you want Steve here to make you cum?”
You couldn’t help it. Your hand wrapped around the back of the other boy’s neck as you brought his lips to yours. The first thing you noticed was how delicious he tasted. You felt like you could orgasm just from this alone. His hands remained still against your hips except for the little twitch of his fingers when your mouths connected.
Your bliss was short lived as a hand abruptly clung to your neck and violently shoved your back flat to the desk.
“Did I ask you if you wanted to fucking kiss him?!” You trembled as Eddie angrily shouted in your face. His gripped tightened against your neck for a brief moment before he let go and you turned to the side as you gasped for air.
“Munson.” The metalhead glanced at Steve realizing quickly the man was gone. His eyes were black with lust and need, practically hyperventilating as his hands dug into your meaty hips. “Jesus fucking Christ. Fine. She said she wanted to be used. I guess we’re doing it this way since someone can’t fucking listen.”
Steve hastily unbuckled his belt, pushing down his pants just enough to free his cock before spitting in his hand and stroking it along his length. You gasped as he breached your entrance, giving you no time to adjust to the size of him as he stretched you open. He was much bigger than anyone you had every been with and you cried out as you reached out into the air, grazing your hand along Eddie’s shirt as you grabbed the fabric.
“How does she feel, Harrington?”
The man’s grunts filled the room as he slammed his hips into yours. “So, fucking tight. My god.” He slowed his pace as he craned his neck to watch between your legs as his dick disappeared inside of you.
As you continued to moan, you focused on Eddie as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his own cock, pumping it with his fist. “Open your mouth, princess.” You did as you were told as his fingers tangled in your hair, pushing you lips to length. “Good girl. Fuck me…” His teeth bit into his bottom lip as he slowly thrust hips.
The feeling of you moaning around him causes him to wipe his head towards Steve, watching as the boy pressed rapid circles into your clit. With both of them inside of you, you were quickly hurtling toward that ledge.
“Yes, pretty girl. Take it. Fuck…your mouth feels amazing.”
Both boys thrust into at a fast pace, Steve slamming his hips into yours so hard the desk underneath you began to shake. You started to gag and gurgle around Eddie’s cock.
“Wh-what, baby? You gonna cum? That’s right. Just let go and feel it.”
He pulled himself out from between your lips, continuing to pump himself as he watched you. Your body shook as your back arched and you came.
Steve murmured obscenities under his breath as your pussy clenched around him.
“God damn. That was so fucking sexy.” The metalhead shoved his cock back into your mouth as they both chased their highs.
Steve came first, pulling out of you just as he released ropes of his seed on to your stomach. Eddie soon followed, holding your head in his firm grip as he came down your throat.
You laid flat against the desk, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath. As you heard them pull up their pants, you half expected them to leave you there having got what they wanted but were startled when you felt a napkin being run along your stomach.
“Geez. Always so jumpy.” Eddie gripped your arm as he helped you sit up so he could adjust your bra and shirt. “Shit.” You followed his eyes realizing what he did; that when he tore open your shirt a lot of the buttons flew off with it. On impulse you covered your chest with your arms as you tried thinking of excuses to give your mom when you got home.
While his face furrowed in thought, Steve lifted you off the desk and guided your pants up your legs before buttoning them back up.
“I got it.”, the metalhead snapped his fingers as he tugged his shirt over his head. Gently, he removed your blouse, handing it the other boy before throwing his own over your head. He smiled in triumph at himself as he walked around you both towards the student desks and put on his leather jacket.
“Do you drive here or…?”, Steve asked.
“Yeah, my car is out front.”
“Good. Come on. We’ll walk with you.”
As they started to head for the door, you reached for Eddie’s arm, turning him around, and yanked him to your body as you leaned up to kiss him. It startled him at first but after moment he keened into it as his hands cupped your cheeks. He definitely tasted different than Steve but you still wanted more. You could kiss him all night if he let you.
After pulling away, you pushed past them and headed for the parking lot, feeling their eyes watch you as they followed. When you guys got to the parking lot, you were thankful for the slight breeze as it cooled your still somewhat sweaty skin.
There were only three cars remaining; yours, the BMW you assumed was Steve’s, and Eddie’s van. Steve reached across you, cutting you off as he opened the vehicle door for you. You paused for a moment before turning to look at them. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but the soft eyes that looked back at you were completely different than what you had experienced these last two days.
You wanted to say something but weren’t sure what. Thankfully, they understood as Eddie stepped forward, placing his hand on your shoulder as he guided you into your car.
“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”
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…YOUR CALL.
SUMMARY: The time has come for you to depart from Twisted Wonderland. Fortunately, it might not need to be forever.
WARNINGS: This is angsty, but with a happy ending!
COMMENTS: asdfjhgh writing via dictation is hard, I can’t think and talk at the same time apparently LOL, enjoy!
(Find part 1 here)
“What are you doing here?” Ace asked, suspicious. “Shouldn’t you be in tutoring sessions with Riddle right now?”
Ace and Grim were standing outside of Crowley’s office. He had been wondering why headmage had suddenly wanted to see him and Grim, and now that Deuce had arrived, he was even more confused. He didn’t think he had done anything wrong — at least, nothing worth talking to the principal about. And now Deuce was here too.
Curiouser and curiouser.
“Well, I should be,” Deuce replied, “ but I suddenly got a summons from Crowley. Riddle agreed to postpone the lesson as this is probably a lot more important.”
“Yeah no kidding.” Ace crossed his arms. “Got any idea what we’re here for?”
“Not unless you’ve done something wrong.” Deuce grumbled. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Hey! That was uncalled for. I’ve gotten a lot better lately.” Ace huffed and rolled his eyes.
That was true, Deuce thought. We both have.
In the months you’ve been away, a lot has changed. Deuce had thrown himself into his studies and his track team meets, Ace had started (reluctantly) babysitting Grim and focusing on basketball a lot more and Grim was trying harder than ever to become the best mage he could be.
Yet they never forgot you.
Every day, at least one of them would make the long walk to Ramshackle. They would ensure that the place was neat and tidy and that there were still snacks in the cupboard. After all, you were supposed to be coming back soon, right?
…Right?
No matter how hard they tried to contact you, they never heard anything from you. They never saw you online. You never sent that promised message that you were okay.
None of them wanted to admit it, but they were worried.
“At any rate, we should head inside. It’s just about time.” Deuce said, glancing at his watch.
“Do you guys think this might have something to do with…?” Grim interrupted nervously.
Silence. Ace and Deuce glanced at each other.
“Best not to get our hopes up.” Ace said cheerfully, though neither Deuce nor Grim could miss the strain in his voice. He hastily knocked on the door.
“Come in!” The headmage’s voice called out.
Taking a deep breath, they opened the door.
“Ah, how wonderful it is to see the three of you again!” Crowley exclaimed with a smile. He got up from behind his desk and made his way towards the three of them. “How have your studies been of late?”
“Er, fine, thanks.” Ace replied, awkwardly. He definitely wasn’t expecting that.
“Excellent, excellent! No doubt due in some small part to my excellent guidance, no?” He clapped his hands together. “Ah, my kindness truly knows no bounds!”
“Um, headmage?” Deuce asked, “What is it that you wanted to talk to us about?”
Crowley grinned.
“Ah yes, about that. You see, I am a generous man.” Crowley laced his fingers behind his back and started to pace in front of them. “I care for my students—“
Ace snorted, and Deuce stood on his foot. Crowley shot a glare at the two of them.
“Ahem. As I was saying, I care for my students, and try to make myself aware of their behaviours on campus so that I may reward those who do good deeds and punish those who failed to comply with the rules. Are you following?”
Ace, Deuce and Grim shared a glance.
“Not particularly.” Ace replied.
Crowley groaned. “I am simply trying to express my gratitude for your continuing, and unwavering maintenance of the Ramshackle dorm, and for your continued hope in the magicless Prefect’s return.”
Their hearts sank. Was that all he wanted?
“Of course, such impressive dedication must be rewarded, no?” Crowley nodded, staring at the door to his office behind them.
“We’re getting a reward?” Ace asked, confused,
“Why of course! If you will turn around and look.”
The three of them turned around—
And gasped.
“Hi!” You grinned at the three of them. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t contact you guys sooner, apparently my Wi-Fi is different from your Wi-Fi so the phone didn’t wo—“
Before you could finish your sentence, two pairs of arms had reached out and grabbed you, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. Wrapping your arms around them, you held your two best friends close.
“I missed you guys so much.”
“We missed you too, Prefect.” Deuce mumbled, giving you an extra squeeze.
“Please don’t leave ever again.” Ace muttered, and Deuce nodded vehemently.
“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on it for at least—“
“Henchman!”
Extracting yourself from the hug, you looked around to see Grim standing in front of you. tears sprung up in your eyes at the sight of him.
“Grim!” You began to make your way towards him, planning to scoop him into a hug.
“Not so fast!” Grim exclaimed. He was clearly very happy to see you, but someone had to maintain appearances. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, leaving your master on his own for so long!”
“What do you mean on your own, huh?” Ace retorted. “I’ve had to babysit you this entire time!”
“Yes yes, you’ve been a very good substitute henchman I suppose.” Grim waved Ace’s comments away. “But that does not excuse the fact that my henchman abandoned me!”
Ace scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Grim.” You did your best to appear contrite. “I’ll buy some tuna to make up for it?”
“Better be the best tuna Twisted Wonderland has to offer.” Grim crossed his paws, trying to appear angry, but the smile on his face, and the tears in his eyes, gave him away.
You scooped the cat into a tight squeeze. “Of course it will be.”
“Well then,” Grim spoke happily, returning the hug. “I suppose I can reinstate you as my henchman.”
“Job’s all yours” Ace grumbled.
“Ah, such a happy reunion! Aren’t I so generous, spending all that time finding a way for the Prefect to return, hm?”
You grinned. You’d almost missed the headmage’s benevolent speeches.
You sighed happily.
“I’m back.”
♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥
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She's a Fire-Chapter XVI
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/
Reader (no use of y/n)
Just inhale
(previous chapter here, next chapter here)
Warnings: so much lol, role-play (principal/naughty school girl), dom/sub, dom!bradley, spanking, p in v, oral (both receiving), ass play, crying during sex, humiliation, etc.
You panic slightly as you try to get ahold of Bradley, but Sunny texts you.
Sunny: Bobby sent me a text saying phones were getting cut early. Just wanted to let you know if you were worried.
You sigh in relief, still feeling frustrated though that your call was cut short. You can’t imagine how Bradley must be feeling, hopefully, he got off too.
Rowan: Thank you! Yeah, I was a little worried. How’d Bob like the pictures? Bradley said he looked like he was put through the wringer. 😂
Sunny: Lol, yeah. I’ll just say he REALLY liked them. His favorite was where I’m on my knees (big surprise)…he said I better greet him that way when he gets home. 😏 How about Bradley?
Rowan: Same. He was so distracted he forgot to text me for the first 40 minutes. 🤦🏻♀️
Sunny: Ha! That sucks though, you guys barely had any time to talk then.
Rowan: You’re telling me. We were right in the middle of it when he cut out.
Sunny: Ohhh, that sucks. Bob said they’ve had zero alone time too.
Rowan: Yeah 😩
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Bradley still hasn’t gotten off …not having a moment alone between hops, briefings, training, meals, and shut-eye. Thankfully he’s been so exhausted that he’s asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, even though the sleep hasn’t been great either.
2 days later, he finally catches a break-They’ll be back on the mainland tomorrow by noon. A few days earlier than anticipated.
“Hey Bobby, don’t let Sun tell Rowan we’ll be back, I wanna surprise her after work,” Bradley says as he packs his bag.
“I won’t. I think she’s working a 12 tomorrow so she probably won’t be home until after Row anyway,” he replies, doing the same.
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He pulls into the driveway around 2 and walks into a spotless house. He throws in a load of laundry and unpacks the rest of his things, before flopping on the bed and pulling out his phone to finally look at your pictures in private. He sighs as your scent hits him from the pillows. God, he missed you.
Groaning, he pulls his cock out and opens the bedside drawer to squirt a dollop of lube on his hand before starting to jerk himself off. He’s wound tight, and it’s not long before he finishes, stripes of cum coating his stomach. He snaps a picture to send you later, wipes his stomach with his boxer briefs, and jumps in the shower.
Rifling through his dresser for a pair of boxers, he spots the plaid skirt hanging up you wore for Christmas. He smiles as he thinks of the perfect way to surprise you.
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You sigh heavily as you pull onto your street, not looking forward to another night of waiting to hear from Bradley but your heart rate picks up when you see the Bronco in the driveway.
“Bradl-“ you start to call as you burst through the door, but stop when you notice what’s on the steps.
There’s a pile of clothes folded neatly next to a pair of black heels with a note on top.
Your lip quirks as you open it.
“Ms. Connor,
Your behavior over the last few weeks has been unacceptable, as you’re well aware. Change into the clothes I’ve set out and report to my office for further discussion and retribution.
You have 10 minutes to be dressed and in my office (time starts as soon as I hear the door). Do not be late.”
That delicious mixture of excited dread runs through you at his words. You debate whether or not you want to push it and be late, but decide against it; you’ve missed him too much.
You strip at the bottom of the stairs and pull on the skirt, then the button-down shirt, and finally the knee high socks and carry your shoes up the stairs, slipping them on at the top.
You walk slowly into the office, biting your lip as you take him in. He looks so good, leaning back in his chair. Wearing nice slacks and a button down too, holding a wooden ruler in his hand, tapping it against his leg.
“I’m impressed, you made it with 10 seconds to spare, Ms. Connor. It’s too little, too late though, I’m afraid.” He says as he rises from the chair, erection thick and obvious in his well-fitted pants. He circles you like a hawk. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Goosebumps rise as you smell his cologne. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Not yet, but you will be.” He says, walking over to the desk, and leaning against as it faces you. “Do you know why you’re here?”
“My behavior’s been unacceptable, sir.”
“Be more specific.”
“I forgot to take the garbage to the curb on Tuesday?” You guess, unable to resist teasing him.
“Try again.”
“I went 7 miles over the speed limit on Broadway Street this morning on the way to work…”
“Sending dirty pictures, teasing me with images of you with another woman…does any of that ring a bell?”
“That was Sunny’s idea, I was just-“You start to lie but he interrupts.
“And now you’re trying to let someone else take the blame?”
“No sir, I was just trying to-“
“I don’t want to hear excuses. Now get on your knees and do something better with that mouth.” He says as he unbuttons his pants and pulls himself out, nodding by his feet for you to take your place there.
Holy shit. You’re almost dizzy at the pulse of arousal that pulses through you, coating your bare thighs.
“Yes sir” you answer, stepping forward to kneel before him.
His hand reaches out to cup your face, a moment of tenderness before he catches himself and pushes his fingers through your hair to guide your head.
“Christ, your mouth. Always getting you into trouble,” he hisses as you hollow your cheeks around him, “keep that up and maybe it’ll get you out of it.”
You moan and nod around him, looking up at him under your lashes. You reach for his sack and gently roll his balls in your hand. Tears spring to your eyes as you force yourself not to gag when you take him in deeper, tugging his balls at the same time.
He shudders and his head drops with a deep groan before he pulls you off by your hair. “Nice try, you almost made me cum, Ms. Connor.” He pants, chest heaving. You whine at his words as he tucks himself back into his pants.
He holds his hand out to help you to your feet, then pulls you to the desk. He grinds his erection into your ass as he stands behind you, his hand coming up between your shoulder blades to push your front against the cool wood.
He reaches under your skirt to squeeze your cheeks and sucks in a breath as he realizes. “No panties again, Ms. Connor?”
“There were none in the pile of clothes that were left out for me, sir.” You cheekily reply.
He chuckles, hands still squeezing and rubbing the soft skin of your bottom. “Were you wearing any before you changed?”
“Yes sir,” you admit.
“So you took them off, knowing I would see when I spanked you.”
“Yes sir.”
“Why?” He asks, dropping his hands and stepping back.
You hesitate and that earns you a harsh smack through your skirt.
“I-“ you start but he swats your other side.
“I don’t want excuses. Since you like showing off so much you can stand in the corner after I’m through with you.”
You whimper, but reply “Yes sir.”
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Bradley gives you a few more swats through your skirt before flipping it over your hips. He whistles lowly and you hear him take a few pictures on his phone.
A gasp leaves you as he swipes his fingers between your legs. You fail to bite back your moan as he tsks. “Just like I thought. You’re enjoying this.”
He wipes the wetness on your upturned skirt and slaps your right cheek with his hand before you can argue. “I don’t want to hear anything from you other than crying right now.”
Oh God. Your aching pussy clenches around nothing and you bite your lip as you nod.
The left cheek is spanked next, and then he alternates sides as he warms your skin with quick, solid smacks, not enough to hurt but enough to get your attention. He’d set the ruler in front of your face to taunt you with what’s yet to come and you fidget, shifting your weight between your legs unintentionally trying to get some friction between your legs as he reddens your ass.
“Already squirming and I haven’t even finished warming you up. Hold still or I’ll put you over my knee and start over”. He warns, only pausing for a moment before continuing with his hand. You whimper, unsure if you want that or not.
He gives you a few more on each side; each a little harder than the last and you release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding when he stops.
A deep moan slips past your lips when he pushes two thick fingers inside you, pumping them in and out slowly before he brings them up to circle your clit. You’re close but you try and hold it off, knowing he’s not going to let you orgasm. Sure enough, as soon as you start feeling that pull, he pulls his hand away and gently slaps your clit.
You press your forehead to the desk and whine in frustration and he chuckles.
“If you take your punishment like a good girl, maybe I’ll let you have my cock.”
You nod, unsure if you’re allowed to talk yet.
He picks up the ruler and you shiver in anticipation as he runs it over your heated skin. Before you notice it’s gone, he snaps it over both cheeks with a sharp crack. It stings…and you like it.
He alternates sides like he always does, each side getting the same amount, and making sure every spankable area gets attention.
Tears start to fill your eyes around the twentieth or so swat and you begin to fidget again, your legs shake as the stinging pain from your ass and the echoing throb between your legs is getting to be too much.
Bradley takes notice. “Have you had enough, Ms. Connor?”
“Yes sir,” you sniff.
“A few more should do it then,” he replies and lets the final 10 spanks land across the sit spots on your lower cheeks; a few tears leak as you hold your breath when the stinging becomes almost unbearable; exhaling finally when he drops the ruler.
He pulls you back to standing and you groan as your thighs inadvertently rub together.
“Go,” he points to the corner.
“No, please sir, I’ve learned my lesson, I promise!“
Sighing, he unzips your skirt and pulls it off you, then he grabs your elbow to drag you over to the corner. He folds your arms across your back, and you mewl as you feel his erection against you.
“Stay here,” he growls, spanking you twice more before he walks to grab something out of the top drawer of the desk.
You flinch as you hear the cap of the lube pop open and again when his cold wet fingers trail over your puckered hole. He can’t resist, and places kisses on your neck as he eases a finger in, pumping in and out slowly. You sigh as you get used to the feeling; he’s only ever toyed with your ass while he’s fucking or stimulating you in other ways. He pulls away as you start to enjoy it but the lube clicks again and soon you feel something cold and metal pressing into you. Your breath hitches and you tense instinctively.
“It’s smaller than the one you use on me,” he chuckles. You relax, and he pushes it all the way in. He’s right, it’s not much bigger than his finger. You feel full…and frustrated because it’s not what you want.
“Don’t move, I’ll be back in a minute,” he says.
You hear him walk into the bathroom and wash his hands, returning a few minutes later.
He takes pictures on his phone again and you flush, imagining what you look like; shirt still on, arms folded behind your back, and your bright red ass with a plug peeking between your cheeks. The delicious shame and humiliation have your thighs drenched as you shift your weight trying to get relief of any kind.
“Think I should send these to Bob and Sunny? Show them what I do to naughty girls?”
You flush even further and shake your head. “No sir, please don’t. It was Sunny’s idea but I agreed to it.”
“Whose idea was it to leave a handprint on that perfect ass and take a picture of it to tease me with?” He asks, setting his phone down.
“…Sunny’s.” You reply with a snort, breaking character.
He breaks and laughs too as he leans against the the desk. The ‘scene’ is over. “Come here, Row.”
You turn and your hands immediately drop to your ass to finally rub the sting out, skin still hot to the touch. It hurts sofuckinggood. He’s stripped down to his boxer briefs, and his cock strains with a wet spot where precum is leaking through.
You unbutton your shirt as you saunter over to him, letting it fall from your arms and unclasp your bra before letting it drop too.
His arms wrap around your waist as your hands weave through his hair to kiss him deeply, moaning as his tongue dances with yours. He lifts you and turns, clearing items from his desk with his arm before he lays you back on it.
“I missed you so much, Row,” He pulls back to look you in the eyes, voice thick. “I love you.”
“I love you, and I missed you too. So much. I was miserable without you” you reply with a sad smile.
He looks like he wants to say something more but he kisses you instead. Too soon you have to pull away to breathe and he kneels, placing your legs over his shoulders. He wastes no time and groans when he licks you in a long stripe, finally tasting you.
Your head drops to your shoulder as you watch him. His eyes are closed and he’s grunting softly into your pussy as his shoulder flexes rhythmically; he’s jerking off.
You gasp as his other hand’s fingers push into you, the plug making it more intense when he curls them, rubbing over your g-spot while he laves at your clit.
Your vision goes white as your back arches off the desk when he pushes you over the edge. Your pussy flutters around his fingers and he keeps going as you writhe above him.
“Fuck, Bradley!” You cry hoarsely as he draws a second climax from you before you recover from the first. Your thighs lock around his ears and your hands tug his hair when he doesn’t. let. up.
Gently sucking your pulsing clit into his mouth, he continues his assault on your g-spot, and a moment later he finally gets what he wants; a gush of wetness coats his chin as your pussy contracts around his fingers.
He groans into you, the hand around his cock gripping the base to stop his imminent orgasm.
You weakly pull his head away, unable to open your eyes as the aftershocks pulse through you.
He rises to carry you bridal-style to the bedroom, laying you down before climbing over you.
Your eyes drift close again as he pushes in; a tighter fit from the plug and nearly 2 weeks since he was inside you.
You flinch, opening your eyes when a wet drop falls on you. Your heart stops when you see Bradley’s crying.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” You ask, hands cupping his face.
“Nothing, sweetheart. I just love you fucking so much. I never want to leave you again,” he says, voice trembling as he leans down to kiss you before tucking his head into your neck.
“I love you too,” you whisper, tears springing to your eyes as your fingers run over his back.
He whispers sweet praises into your neck, coaxing another orgasm from you before letting himself succumb to his own.
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You lay tangled together for a while in comfortable silence before asking him to join you in the shower.
“‘Course,” he smiles.
He cleans up the office and gets your clothes from the bottom of the stairs while you remove the plug and wash it.
Bradley gets in first and laughs when you tense the first time the hot water touches the sore skin of your tush. You let him wash you first and then you do the same to him.
After, he rubs on the aloe before you slip on one of his tees. You turn on a movie and have him lay on his stomach so you can work all the knots out of his neck and back from sleeping in those awful bunks.
You smile as he’s asleep 10 minutes later, throwing a blanket over you both and tucking into his side.
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A/N: I hope this one was worth the wait. I apologize, the last few days were awful and the next few will be too.
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Ooooohhh could you possibly do Nevermore students tries to sneakily plan a surprise for Larissa? Like it’s mother’s day and obviously see her as a mom even tho she doesn’t have children. Larissa is like being suspicious cause every time she approaches a group of student they instantly tense and stop talking or seeing students running idk lol. She instantly became self-conscious and thinks to herself if she became one of those hated teachers haha. And suddenly a student approaches her with worry and tells her Wednesday or some random student caused some serious trouble as an excuse to bring her to the surprise.
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Happy Mother's Day!
Larissa Weems x Nevermore Students
Authors Note: How cute was this idea???
Principal Weems had absolutely no clue the students had been planning something big for Mother's Day. Students had seemingly been avoiding her, but she shook it off, wondering if some new bit of gossip about her was running rampant. Once a student had seen her on a date and the next few days, many students wouldn't make eye contact with her due to the theories as to the identity of the mystery woman. High schoolers gossip, that's what Larissa kept reminding herself.
Through the leadership of Enid and Yoko, much of the student body came together for the occasion. They had all decided that although they wouldn't be spending Mother's Day with their own mothers, the least they could do was celebrate their Nevermore mom.
They all gathered together at the Weathervane to surprise her. The most unsuspecting of students was sent to retrieve Larissa and lure her to the coffeeshop: Wednesday Addams. Wednesday vehemently objected in being the one to get Weems to come to the Weathervane, but Enid asked so nicely and did those little puppy dog eyes.
Larissa was shocked and mildly annoyed when Wednesday appeared in her doorway. She was already trying to deduce the new bit of trouble that the Addams girl had gotten herself into, "Ms. Addams, what can I help you with?"
Wednesday went over the script in her mind once more, absolutely disgusted with what she was going to have to say, "I wanted to ask if you would take me to the Weathervane... for that hot chocolate..."
Larissa was taken aback by Wednesday's words, almost searching for a hidden meaning. She pursed her lips, studying the young girl for a moment. Wednesday kept her head held high, seemingly proving the serious intention behind her words.
"I- Yes, Ms. Addams. Please, let me finish this email and then we can go..." Larissa had too many negative interactions with this student for her to not feel like there was an ulterior motive. Wednesday stood there expressionless as Larissa answered, making Larissa more curious as to the student's motives.
"I'll wait in the circle drive." Wednesday curtly nodded and walked from the office without another word.
When Larissa came out the front doors, keys in hand, Wednesday was waiting there patiently. They both walked to the car in silence, Larissa glancing warily at the girl from time to time. They were about halfway through the drive to Jericho when Larissa's curiosity got the best of her, "So what is this all about, Ms. Addams?"
Wednesday needed to say her next scripted line. Enid had prepared her for this question and the words felt brutal, almost causing her to gag, "I thought we could... bond."
"Now what is going on?" The words tumbled from Larissa's mouth and Wednesday made a mental note to tell Enid 'I told you so'. Wednesday had tried telling her roommate that Weems would never believe her in saying that she wanted to bond with the shapeshifter.
"I thought you would have been pleased at the thought of us putting our differences aside to share a drink a the Weathervane." Wednesday stated plainly, going off script, but she was starting to sound more like herself.
"I am, but you must admit this does sound a little odd, Ms. Addams." Larissa slowed the car to a stop and shifted the gear into park. Wednesday didn't reply, instead she just pushed the car door open and stepped out. She closed the car door behind herself and began walking, leaving the taller woman to catch up.
Principal Weems fell into stride with Wednesday, her longer legs making it easy. They were across the street from the Weathervane when she saw the many Nevermore student's filling the inside of the establishment, "What is going on?"
Again, Wednesday offered no reply. They crossed the street together and Wednesday pulled the door open for Principal Weems. Her face had softened, but still no smile graced the young girl's lips.
Larissa took two strides and she was surrounded by her students. A large banner hung read 'Happy Mother's Day!' over the windows to the left. A gloved hand came to Larissa's mouth, completely shocked by the surprise from her dear students.
"Happy Mother's Day, Principal Weems!" Enid was the first to step forward, pushing her arms around the woman's waist to give her a hug. Many of the other students followed suit, either providing her with hugs or 'Happy Mother's Day' wishes. Larissa wouldn't deny that she shed many a tear on that day. She always felt like her students and staff were one big family and now she had a mother's day celebration to prove it.
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Hello I hope you have fun traveling!!
Can you tell me about your first crush?
thank you 😊😊 i hope i do too! it's a work trip but i know and like all the people i'm gonna be traveling with from other universities so it should be good.
i had lots of crushes as a kid. like, too many? so i don't really remember the first one (there was a little boy from my pre-school in mexico and all i remember is being very sad after we moved away)? but i can tell you about my first Serious Crush™ which happened in third grade.
there was a boy in my class named sam and, somehow, in that way little kids do, he and i became Best Friends. i was a v tomboyish kid and i spent a lot of time playing soccer at recess with the boys and when we played boy-girl tag i'd play on the boy's team etc etc. sam was a little troublemaker—definitely the kid who always got sent to the principal's office and got in trouble with the teacher, etc. he gave off major calvin and hobbes vibes.
there's not much to the story—at some point it developed into a crush but we just stayed friends and i never said anything. but i remember he called my house a few times to talk to me back when landlines were still a thing and one time he left a very cute voicemail that my whole family got to tease me about. the summer after third grade my family moved to germany, but before we left my big sister was the lifeguard at his local pool and she told me after the fact one day that he had confessed his little 9 year old undying love for me and begged her to give me his email address so we could keep in touch. i created my v first email account so we could keep in contact but if memory serves she copied the address down wrong or lost the piece of paper bc it didn't work out.
about...oh, 5 or 6 years later xanga was a big thing. and on xanga there were different public groups or communities or what have you that you could join and be a member of. and i remember during 8th grade i just became OBSESSED with reconnecting with him. i knew the local middle school he would have gone to so i started joining xanga groups associated to the school and just. randomly messaging any member who seemed to be my age and asking if they knew him 😅
eventually i totally forgot about it until!! several months later one random girl replied, explained that he moved away but she DID know him and gave me his email or phone number. i reached out, we reconnected, had a couple lengthy phone calls, and now we're just random facebook friends lol
sleepover asks
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Hii 🥰
Has your MC / OC or Li ever been sent to the principals office? And if yes why?
If not themselves have their kids ever been sent to the principals office? If so why?
Hi There! Oh, I love this ask! lol
Tobias/Casey: Casey was probably sent there a few times in her lifetime. The first time, she was mortified because she never wanted to be "bad" in school. But each time, she was sent for standing up for herself or others (like when she stood up to a teacher for having sexist dress policy rules). The first time it happened, she was probably scared, but when her parents came in and heard why Casey was there, they defended her and asked the principal how they planned on correcting the school's inaction. So she always knew her parents would have her back.
Tobias is another story. LOL, I'm sure he was sent there quite frequently - for being a wiseass, for pushing the "charm" a little too much at times, for falling asleep in class on occasion in high school, and occasionally for kicking a bully's ass when warranted. But the principal loved Tobias, totally charmed by him. It's akin to him being called to HR like once a week at Edenbrook - but the HR team loves him, gets him Christmas gifts and shit! lol
Tobias and Casey are SUPER cool parents. They are not the "my kid is always right," and if their girls did something wrong, they'd know they were in trouble. But the girls are unlikely to get sent to the principal's office unless it's a similar situation to Casey's as a child—because they've been raised to NOT shut up when they see something wrong, and Tobias and Casey would totally have their backs in these situations.
Ethan/Kaycee: I'm sure Ethan was a total little imp at one stage. He probably got in trouble quite a bit for fairly benign but misbehaving things. Like bringing a frog into class, tossing a ball with friends when the teacher stepped out of class, doing something he shouldn't have on the playground, and such. That was little Ethan. After Louise left, I'm sure he acted out for a bit. There was displaced anger and, while the school was aware and tried to help, I'm sure there are times when Alan had to be called to school.
Emma is like this perfect child. So I don't see her ever being called to the principal's office, and if she was, it was probably because she was getting an award or something. The poor dear would have heart palpitations the entire time she was walking there! lol
Carolina/Trystan: For Carolina, I'd say only in high school. As we know, she's not the type to take any shit or watch someone else take abuse. She would gladly sucker-punch a bully who was trying to take advantage of someone weaker than them. After her father's murder, she really struggles and acts out. I'm sure there are times when Tommy is called in.
Trystan didn't get called to the principal's office because he was homeschooled and he was the Prince, so he got away with an awful lot. Had he been in a traditional school environment, the royal imp would have been in the office frequently, but like Tobias above, he'd probably charm the administration. lol
They're not having children, so no need to worry here :)
Eli/Zoe: It's canon that Zoe was often suspended for questioning authority (shit, I have that in common with her! lol). So, yeah, there were principal office visits in her life (or whatever the equivalent was in The Tower.)
Eli got some time in a traditional school before the outbreak, but I see him as a pretty stand-up/living on the straight and narrow kind of kid. He might have been called at some time in the future - probably for kicking someone's ass for messing with his little brother - but they never got that chance.
I'm not too sure where I'm going with their children AU ... though I'm pretty sure they will have children. If they do, I'm sure there will be principal office times, because they'd be hardheaded like their parents.
Now, there is the Troy/Eli/Zoe AU I will eventually get to. Babe, we KNOW Troy had to be in the office often, but I'm sure he was very Tobias & Trystan-like (must be the T lol), and he'd charm the socks off of everyone or manage to weasel out of trouble. If there are children in this version - yeah, frequent flyer miles at the principal's office. lol
Thanks for the fun ask, Nonny & sorry for taking so long to answer! <3
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Okay so, JJBA AU idea (that already exists within another AU of mine 💀)
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Dio raises Giorno, Ungalo, Rikiel, and Donatello, as well as a fifth vampire child from my AU which Dio simply named after himself. However, Dio Jr would probably be left out of this seeing as he can’t attend school like a normal child due to the sun, so he would just be homeschooled by Dio, Pucci, and his mother (not quite a servant of Dio, it’s more like she’s in a co-op effort to assist with his Heaven Plan which has the same end goal as the canon, but is achieved through different means in this AU, namely the existence of Dio Jr.)
Now, we also have genderbent Bucciariti and Abbachio in this AU and Bucci adopts Mista, Narancia, Fugo, and Trish (I’m going to assume Abba had no say in this, lol). They attend the same school as Dio’s kids and they get into trouble.
I mean, just look at Ungalo. I bet he would bite other children at school and get sent to the principal’s office and Dio would get calls about it. I’m sure he may also hear concerns for Giorno as he keeps talking about his dream and talking to his “imaginary friend” (his stand), since it seems child stand users do that, as seen with Kakyoin.
Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, conflict with Dio’s kids and Bucci’s kids. Thought it would be funny. And then I started thinking about Cheaper by the Dozen 2, as I can vaguely recall, two families competed with each other, and I thought it would be funny if they were very competitive about their kids. Also just the thought of Dio attending a PTA meeting is hilarious to me.
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whenever i think about this, it makes me incredibly angry that i cant respond to ppl abt this so im going to pretend that i am now lol
"why did she graduate early just to go into the work force? thats so pointless"
its not. think about it, i work to get more money to move to the college i want to go to out of state. i live there for a year to become that state's resident and get a lower tuition rate. you hang around fellow rich people... obviously i didnt expect you to see the struggles of those that go into debt each time we go on a vacation every 5 years. im not as fortunate as you are. you always got what you wanted when you wanted. you got a $70k car for your 16th birthday, and your friend got a $100k car for their first car. you go on trips every other week during the summertime... new york city, paris, bahamas, florida... i dont expect you to understand my struggle of going to college. maybe if our government actually helped poor people afford college i wouldnt have to work all the time to afford basic necessities and save up for college. it must be hard for you, too. you know, when we were in elementary school and you stopped being friends with me when you found out that im in the lower class. must have been the biggest betrayal. or in middle school when you would constantly ask me if me and my friends were dating just because i like all genders. or when you outted me in a girls locker room because you thought that i was a perv because i like women. it must be hard for you to think and empathize for others. you know, living like that isnt going to get you far, especially when you can't respect another race... saying a word that isnt yours, enforcing racist sterotypes against others. you know, i think about when you go to college and that video still existing... it'd be a shame if someone sent it to the school and got you kicked out shortly before you graduate. all that money you will owe and you dont even have a degree... it'd be a shame if his ableist comments got back to where he got a scholarship...
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this next thing is about my school experience. it was a formal letter like youd read aloud at graduation and it turned into me just spewing out every last memory i could because i kept getting distracting trying to make it formal.
today is a special day for not only all the students here, but the parents and faculty as well. today marks the day many here never imagined happening, especially not so soon. let's take a trip down memory lane and recap our school years together
we all remember our first day of kindergarten. in a building that is now a memory, we would shyly sit in our seats at the beginning of the day. introducting ourselves, moving our lunch choices on the smartboard, reading corner, and of course, the behavior chart. we all remember our world crumbling when our color went from green to yellow and red. what seems so little now was so big then. an example that sticks out to me was when i got made fun of for my hello kitty backpack. i told my mom i needed a new one, and i used my dora the explorer one from preschool. i got made fun of even more. or, when i went to the principals office because the nurse said she couldn't help me with my upset stomach. i remember sitting in his office and him not believing me. he made a comment about the saying on my shirt and told me to go back to class. i ended up having to go home because i threw up.
first through third grade was a blur. i remember being made fun of by m.f. because i didnt know the difference between eyeliner and mascara and t.c. laughing at me for it. these are the years i really had a sense of community, seeing everyone hangout together and leave the "weird" people out. it truly made me feel welcome, and im so grateful for this.
when we moved to the new elementary building, i remember people saying it wasn't fair that i had to take the elevator because i wasn't able to take the stairs. i remember each time that i hurt my knee and had to take the elevator. everyone would say its unfair and its because im fat. i remember when there was a substitute one day in 5th grade and we were going to our "specials" class and i knew it was art because it said it on the classroom wall, so when i took the elevator, i went to the art room. i remember the substitute got upset with me because he insisted it was gym class because people in my class said so, and it made me incredibly anxious. i remember when i told him it was art, and he dragged me to the gymnasium just to find out i was right. i remember when i was talking to a classmate in the gym nd they made fun of me for the gap in my teeth and for my teeth being yellow. i remember that i had an anxiety attack and burst into tears because of how overwhelmed i was. i remember i had to stay in a different teachers classroom because the substitute wouldnt let me sit in my homeroom. i remember as i was sketching hearing the teachers in the hallway make fun of me for "having an anxiety attack" and laughing about it and not believing me. i remember right after that a teacher said "alright, i guess i'll check on her" and checked on me while trying not to laugh. i remember about a week or two later our seats were being changed in my science/social studies class. i told one of the classmates that made fun of my yellow teeth he's going to sit next to me... turns out he did. when we got to our seats it was next to the teachers desk. my classmate said "i knew i was going to sit here. [my name] told me so." and my teacher got mad at me because he thought i looked at the stuff on his desk (i didnt). i remember i didnt pay attention the rest of the class. i remember it made me so incredibly sad that i started to draw a piece of toast and a knife on a post-it note, making an analogy about how i wanted to die. i remember that teacher looked at me and asked "are you okay" and i responded with "its not like you care, anyway. why ask?" and he said "i do care." and i ignored him after that. i remember feeling so incredibly betrayed. he told my homeroom teacher and as my teacher walked to the elevator, he talked about how i shouldnt kill myself.
nothing felt worse except the entire school not believing how much i was struggling and no one really cared to help
i could truly go on and on and on about this but im getting so emotionally destroyed that i feel its best for me to stop here
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The Infamous Dance Pt. 3 (Kodoku’s Lilacs, The Life of a Flowstar, No. 104)
So I left off when the principal called my mom and I was sent out while they searched through my phone (With my permission, I didn't know about a law for consenting phone searches) This'll be the last of the story since this is basically the end. This is basically the only story I could feel comfortable telling around a campfire, only story really since I'm not really that active outside.
After I was sent out, my mom came in and I think I said hi, she didn't look happy. She went in the office and talked to the principal, Idk what they talked about but yeah. I wasn't allowed to say hi to my friends for some reason, this other lady wouldn't let me. But after a while, I was let back in the principal's office with my mom present in there.
After I was let back in, they wanted to hear some things from me, I remember saying something along the lines of "I was regretful", I wish I could remember. I did apologize, as I felt I should've cause I didn't mean to hit a nerve on him, from a not so serious video for some reason. He said he accepted my apology, and he'd let me either stay at school or go home. They wouldn't tell me what my punishment was and if it was gonna be an in school suspension then, I was going home because I was not gonna stay in the school punished, feeling like my reputation was ruined.
I remember being told that I wasn't supposed to tell my friends, but fuck it, life's short and these friends meant something to me. I remember even expressing that I felt my reputation was ruined, but they reassured me that everything was cool and they knew I didn't know the law at first. And even my mom and family weren't mad at me for it, they thought it was stupid too that I would get in trouble for something like that. It makes me feel comfortable that everyone else had my back when they knew principal did wrong, especially when I had low self esteem and that I was really shy then (Everything's the same still somewhat, I'm not as shy tho).
I remember going to the doctors then the week after (Incident took place right before weekend) because I was coughing badly, and my mom let me stay home for monday and tuesday. After that, I decided to go to school wednesday, and I walked to my class like usual, hoping nothing happens. And then, the principal walks in, says he's gonna take me with him, I asked where and I think he said "Don't worry about it". How tf am I not supposed to worry about it when you got pissed over something that ain't even real lmao, corny asf. The place he was taking me to was the ISS room which is so small, I was starting to feel a little claustrophobic in there.
Before that, he wanted me to hand in my phone, because of ISS, which I decided not to bring in that day in case he searched through it again. He dug through my bag and warned me that if I lied about leaving my phone, he'd take my phone privileges for the rest of the year. Turns out that would be illegal for him to search through my bag too, but I did give consent, I really wish I would've known these types of laws sooner.
Nothing really happened in the ISS room, I was handed papers to write down something like the full date 100 times in cursive or something like that, or I kid you not, one that said "I love being in ISS!", bet he was trying to mock me or something lol. I ain't gonna lie, it felt a little nice writing down stuff, gave me something to pass time. Luckily, in 2nd period, me and a friend (Who decided to take a blame for the team cause of the videos being posted on Insta) were called up and told we could go into our classes. I never felt so fucking relieved when I heard that, I was not going to have a panic attack in such a small room.
Now after this, nothing really happened between me and the principal, we haven't bumped heads with each other into a troublesome situation so far, and I hope to never again. I've heard from my mom that she was apparently lied to on phone, and even in person, although I'll admit I didn't paid attention lol. I also heard from a friend months later that the principal could've sued me, imagine being so pissed that you'd sue a minor for being a kid, I get you'd be embarrassed for the videos, but it's corny you wanna hurt my family, face only me instead as I took responsibilities. Oh well, it's all over and we're in peace, and I hope it stays that way. Goodnight now!
Sincerely, Kodoku.
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my step dad woke me up to go to my mom's house, he couldn't tell me why. he said something about it being the king's birthday, but that was unrelated. my mom came in and talked. some gave one of my sisters a bath? or helped her with it, and my grandma kinda washed both of us..???
very very weird. i think this was the same dream but like a jump
i accept a job that i don't know the details of, i get sent to a school to clean up a suicide. i'm with 3? other guys
there's a sort of bridge..? and under it is a corpse, a shotgun is grown into the bridge under roots. the other guys only notice the guy in a tree, his arm is broken and he's stuck in roots too. this doesn't feel like suicide
i wonder if we should be getting the police involved. a woman drives by and says something, then goes into the gym. i ask her if she's the principal, and she says there isn't just one. i ask her if i can speak to one, and she takes me to the principals office.
she tells me to knock, and as i'm about to, that's criticising the way i knock..? and tells me to knock with my fingers. i tell her my nails are too short but she insists. i do as she says and it's barely audible, i also end up accidentally pulling down a paper with a guide to the colours above the door (it says if shes busy or not). we start kinda arguing about it when the principal tells us to come in.
somehow there's now three of us, other than the principal? oh, i'm sophia here. interesting. but i politely greet the principal, explain that i've been sent here to clean up a suicide, when the lady suddenly says there's 4 people. i say we only found 2, and that's actually what i wanted to talk about
somehow these...toys? figures? appear on the table. theyre plastic dinosaurs i think, in various colours, corresponding to some people. they fight and people die. i go out through the window to the crime scene and see things play out in the past, how they died. it was like watching d&d..???
and then i end up on the road with a snake-like beast slithering around me, and i have to dodge it and jump to platforms like in a game
i also dreamt, either as part of this dream or separately (i don't remember), that i was in a sort of circus minigame where i was betting my life. it was like... there were two games but i only remember the last one. something about standing on a pole and a purple ball, and it was 50/50 if i got crushed and died or if i survived and got money. i figured out that i could save and just reload when i died lol
dreaqmt basil put shit in his bio that was implied to be about me but linked to another account, but like...was still clearly about me. and he changed his profile picture and even name, i felt very relieved but the aggressiveness and hatred for me in the other stuff made me feel sick. someone commented about his DID and i so badly wanted to tell them all about how they'd hurt me and never taken responsibility much less apologised for it. i didn't say anything.
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hetero finale livewatch
the season 1 finale of ‘hetero’ is out!!! i’m excited to see how it wraps up, but before we check it out, let’s recap what’s happened since the last livewatch...
in ep 2, the gsa gang recruited straight friends and quinn met olivia (and had my fave moment in the series so far!). they went to a coffee shop and had so many cute moments!
in ep 3, mickey and zel went to a shady af straight party with lots of drinking (and a guy who went ‘HUH?’) while quinn hung out with olivia and cohen got this bread with sarai
in ep 4, things turned serious when zel had worries after she confronted cohen for mickey and quinn and olivia had their first kiss! in the most heartbreaking scene so far, sarai tearfully came out to her mom, who disapproved of her being a lesbian. she was sent to church and the gang were with her. idk why they were the only ones there, but they had a touching moment together :’)
that’s what you missed on ‘hetero’! ;D
oooh they’re at a diner! :D
zel: ‘the cia isn’t responsible for your daddy issues, cohen.” lol! :D
zel wants to play the jukebox! ;D
aww mickey and cohen gonna dance!!! :D
sarai to quinn: “you good?” quinn: “..........” ...i don’t think they’re good :/
WAIT OLIVIA BROKE UP WITH QUINN????
at least the cinnamon rolls were good?
quinn: “just another day in the gay...” yep... :/
awwww!!!!! :D
they’re all having a great time! :D
omg mickey and cohen fell asleep together! :D
oh great sarai’s mom texted :/
aww she loves her no matter what! :)
oh no it’s their last day of gsa! :/
AND THEY’VE MISSED 3 CLASSES????? :o
yas the intro! :D
♫ i want what’s right in front of me i can’t fake this i wanna be with you! ♫ :D
the music sounds like it’s going into a dream...
OH CRAP quinn’s going to the principal’s office!!! :o
quinn: “how’s it going rich?” eyy! ;D
ew the principal... :/
r- REVERSE CONVERSION THERAPY???? :o
WTF PRINCIPAL???????
allegations... WHO SNITCHED >:(
quinn: “what part of pride do you get to claim, exactly? none of these kids were a part of anything before gsa and you want to take that away in the name of discipline?” you tell him quinn this is majorly unfair! :’(
why are straight people so freaking mean? :’(
principal: “are you acquainted with olivia?” oh she’s more than just that... ;)
her friends had concerns for her... :/
GSA HAS UNTIL TOMORROW MORNING!!! :o
ooh zel is talking with the counselor! :D
oh no zel’s been falling apart! :’(
counselor: “that doesn’t sound like ‘not really’.” it sounds like really really! :’(
counselor: “you’re safe with me.” aww :)
quinn’s confronting olivia! :o
olivia: “i’m not gay!” she’s trying so hard to deny it because she’s ashamed of being so different... it’s ok to be gay olivia!
cohen is talking to his straight friend and jake is like ‘who?’
straight girl: “oh i remember him! his little friends looked so sad!” SHUT THE FRICK UP AND RESPECT THEIR PRONOUNS YOU BISH >:(
jake’s like ‘why’??? WHY?????? >:(
cohen’s surprisingly chill about it! :o
the straight couple met by making out wtf...?
straight bish: “he’s my dream man!” cohen: “well he is a man...” lol nice one! ;D
cohen’s leaning against a fence please don’t cry too! :’(
omg mickey wants to start a vlog channel! :D
OMG COHEN WANTS TO BE A THING THING WITH MICKEY :D
he can hang out ;)
aww :)
mickey’s mouthing ‘wtf is this really happening?’ indeed it is! :D
WOAHHHH QUINN JUST USED THE ‘DY’ WORD!!!!! :o
they’ll talk to everyone... except olivia :/
olivia was just about to talk to quinn when they ran away! :’(
i really hope this ep ends on a happy note!
omg quinn really is talking to everyone... on the other field! :o
quinn says some people think they look prettier with long hair but they totally rock short hair! ;D
quinn: “my only safe space will disappear tomorrow.” aww no! :’(
they’re running away!!!! :o
aww peep plush! i knew there was a reason why quinn was my fave! ;D
all those nightly memories with olivia! :’(
they went to the counselor! the only good straight person in this show besides that ‘HUH?’ guy!)
quinn sees themself walking out and never coming back and the counselor asks if that’s the ending they want... ‘isn’t that how it always ends?’ :’(
aww sarai is there for them :)
WOAH WOAH WOAH DON’T CALL OLIVIA A STUPID STRAIGHT GIRL >:(
the world never gives lgbtq people a chance to breathe! stupid straight world! >:’(
quinn: ‘hey... i love you.” aww :’)
the subtitles: *soft crying* the crying: *sniffles galore!*
they’re having the sweetest hug tho! :’(
aww! :D
OMG OLIVIA IS AT THE DOOR!!!!!!!! :o
olivia’s sorry and she didn’t want her friends to say stuff! :o
quinn: “you can’t expect forgiveness because you want it. you have to do something to earn it.”
omg olivia doesn’t want normal! :o
aww sarai said ‘hey baby!’ to quinn in the morning! :D
her mom is learning good for her! :’)
oooh sarai wants to show quinn something! :o
:)
OMG THEY THREW A PRIDE PARADE?????? :’D
and the counselor lady is there!!! :D
quinn: “did you do all this?” counselor: “it wasn’t just me... talk to her.” her as in... OLIVIA???? :o
OMG OLIVIA GAY IS OK YAS!!!!!!!!! :D
mickey wants to call cohen ‘angel’! :D
aww cohen likes ‘boyfriend’ :)
MICKEY CALLED THEM ‘ROMEO’ (their first name) AWW!!!!!!! :D
yas the kiss!!!! :D
aww zel and sarai! :D
wait zel’s name is izel??? :o
oh wait it was just hey zel whoops ;D
olivia sure proved her forgiveness!!! :D
OMGGGGG!!!!!!! :D
quinn is so stunned!! :D
it’s good :’)
and that’s the end! :D
that was such a good finale!!! i absolutely adore the ending and the show as a whole! quinn, sarai, zel, mickey, cohen and olivia are amazing characters and seeing their journey was the best thing i’ve watched all year. this is definitely one of my favorite tv shows (even though it’s on youtube!) and i definitely want to see another season!!!! :D
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#ok context#we were sent to the principals office and then sent to boarding school#where our room mates?? were a skaterboy and an emo#the emo guys like hey ill show you around#but you end up tripping knocking him over#and scrape ur elbow#so skaterboy comes back and sees the scrape on my elbow#and immediately grabs me and locks me in the bathroom????#and berates emo guy for doing this to me bc hes evil#and knocks him out#and hes not breathing lol#he truly is unrespondive#idk why all these stories are like this lmaooo#sorry i kept changing the fucking pronouns holy shit#im high lol
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What was going to an all girls school like, if you don't mind me asking? :)
OK anon im so sorry this is so long and so convuluted I actually got so carried away jdbKJBGKSDBGH. i'm not even sure i properly answered your question i just got overwhelmed with Love for my same-sex schooling DHGKJSDFBHG anyway, if there's anything more you want to know lmk and I will try to be concise next time 💀
Essentially, my own experience at a single-sex secondary school was fantastic—however, I know my experience isn’t universal, especially since my school was a little bit different to most, I think.
That being said, I still think that sending your daughters to female-only secondary schools is something every parent should strive to do if they can. No other learning environment will ever be as good for girls as a same-sex school.
In terms of school staff, mine was about 95% female, and 5% male. The few male teachers we had were genuinely competent men and decent teachers, they were also watched like hawks. Our principal was female, all leadership positions in the school (such as House Leaders, Year Level Co-Ordinators, Department Heads, even the chaplain) were held by women. Our school psychologists, our nurses, our library technicians, our café ladies, our career advisors, our tutors—all were women. Our school houses (think like Harry Potter houses) were named after important women in our country’s history.
I went to a co-ed primary school. And whilst at twelve you might not have the words to describe it, graduating from a co-ed space, into an all-female space is really a giant weight off of your shoulders. You don’t realise how suffocating co-education is until you’re no longer having to bear it. It feels so much more natural, so much more free! You are welcomed as you are. You can be loud and unashamed of it. We joked frequently with each other and our teachers, laughed loudly and cared not whether our laughs were ‘ugly’. I found that teachers were far more supportive than they were in my co-ed school. For example, in a co-ed school I had been told frequently to ‘pipe down’ or to ‘reel it in’ from teachers, and more vexingly to ‘shut up’ from boys due to my boisterous personality. In high school? My teachers encouraged me to audition for the play because I had ‘great projection’. In every school programme (more on those later) that I was involved in, I was the one asked to give speeches about them at assembly. I was asked to be the lead of our house chants during our sports festivals. I was asked to join the debate team because of my passionate nature, which in primary school, had me known as ‘difficult’.
Likewise, I had a friend who was by nature quiet, and loved to draw. In primary school she’d doodled on the back of a work booklet, and when her teacher returned it, she’d taken off two points and had written a comment saying something about teachers in high school not accepting work that was drawn on.
Do you know what happened when she got to high school? Our English teacher had seen the eye she’d drawn on the back of our Romeo and Juliet test and had written, ‘beautiful!’ above it. The next test, she drew a two-headed cat with witches’ hats on both heads (I remember the left head was called Turpentine and the right head was called Esmeralda). Our teacher wrote, ‘wonderful!’ above it, with a smiley face.
The next day she got an email from our art teacher that had a PDF flyer of information on both in-school and local art competitions.
Anyway, she had questions and that teacher answered every single one of them. She also personally helped her select the works she wanted to submit. She ended up having two pieces shown in the school gallery, along forty pieces made by other girls. About five years later for our final year, on that art teacher’s recommendation (and tutelage!) she took all of the visual art subjects on offer. When she graduated, her final piece was shown at a public exhibition in our state’s capital city, that honoured the best pieces done by select graduating students in the state.
So yeah. Our teachers were pretty amazing. Of course, there was the odd teacher or two you would butt heads with but that’s just a universal school experience. Our humanities classes, like history, for example, often had a unit that would focus on the female experience of a certain time period. For example, when learning about WW2, we did projects on female resistance fighters et cetera.
We had health classes that were actually focused on female health. We learnt about female anatomy (even the clitoris! Though we were all about thirteen/fourteen at this time so we found it incredibly awkward to talk about), as well as symptoms of PCOS during our menstrual unit. We learnt about contraceptive methods and devices (however, as a Catholic school they did have to tell us that whilst these methods are available, the church-sanctioned method is of course, abstinence).
Whilst the majority of the girls shaved their legs and wore makeup, as someone who did neither of those things I rarely felt judgement about it (albeit, I think there was a little for my lack of makeup, but this only lasted the first two years). A good portion of our staff also did not wear makeup, I don’t recall this ever being commented on. And, by the time we’d reached about our third year, a good portion of my year level and the ones above did not wear makeup on a daily basis. Leg hair was not looked down upon by any of us I don’t think by this year either. In fact, if you were particularly hairy often your hairless friends asked to rub your legs!
We were never short of female role-models, our staff made sure of that. We had multiple days per year when guest speakers would come and talk to us, mostly these were women who were experts in their fields—whether that be neuroscience or computer science, linguistics and literature or mathematics, politics, et cetera. The only times we really had male guest speakers was when police officers (one male one female) came to give us an assembly about sexual peer-pressure and laws around sharing nudes that was basically, “these are common (male) manipulation tactics used to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do, don’t fall for them”.
We were encouraged to take STEM subjects, and those of us that had taken interest in computer programming were sent to coding programmes in the city during school hours! That’s how keen our teachers were to get more women into the field! This was the same with the girls interested in politics, who got to go to Model UN events, as well as mock parliaments in the country’s capitol.
We had a lot of programmes generally. A few overseas ones for girls who were in LOTE (languages other than English) classes. A few interstate ones, too. And of course, local programmes and excursions. Most of them (aside from the LOTE ones which focused on immersion) were volunteer programmes aimed at helping women and girls. The rest were about furthering our own skills or learning new ones. Majority of these were year-level based, but a few depended on the clubs/groups/classes you were in. For example, I was part of the Writer’s Club, and we took an excursion to the state Writer’s Festival and listened to female writers as well as feminist panels. We also had self-defence programmes every year.
In terms of peers I generally found everyone to be quite amiable by the time we’d reached our third/fourth year. There’s a common myth about all girls schools being filled with ‘catty’ girls who are constantly bitching about one another, but I really did not find that to ring true. There were a few fights and arguments in the earlier years, I was part of quite a lot lol but that’s honestly… just something that happens at school, at any school. Largely, we were good to each other. If someone was crying there was always someone who’d ask her what was wrong. If you missed the notes on the slide, there was always a girl willing to share her notes with you.
I think going to an all-girl’s school, and not having that much interaction with the opposite sex generally for that six-year period truly does something, I think, to your psyche. We are socialised to look down on our fellow woman, socialised to look down upon ourselves. But actually being constantly surrounded by women, and almost ONLY women, really helps to undo that. Even now I could not describe the fierce love I have for all those women and girls I came in contact with during my time there—even the ones I bickered with. Each and every single woman I met there enriched my life in some way or another. I think that is the effect of consistently spending time in any female-only space: developing a true appreciation for women. It is the only reasonable conclusion to come to.
I have been out of high school for two years, and in university for one. Among the many men I have met since, none of them have even been able to hold a candle to the any women and girls I know.
Anyway. TLDR: it slapped, send your daughters to same-sex schools!!
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Hii :3 i love your blog, can i have headcanons of ayato, Subaru and shuu having a big crush on a girl but the girl doesnt like them back :3 thanks
When their crush doesn’t like them back
ft. Ayato, Subaru, and Shu
Hi there, Anon!
Aw, thank you, I appreciate that. Thank you so much for requesting as well! Tbh, I think I may have overdone it with how much I wrote here, but I was just so inspired lol. Hope you enjoy reading it. Feel free to request again anytime. :))
Parallel post: When their crush doesn't like them back (ft. Reiji, Laito, and Kanato)
Ayato:
Oh boy, he’s not going to take this lightly--oh no, not at all.
Ayato was literally raised to think that he’s the best out of his brothers and anyone else.
So, you not liking him back is not something he’s not going to accept . . . at least, not easily anyways.
However, before we get to the negative, let’s begin with how all of this started.
Ayato first noticed you at cheerleading practice.
(Okay, so I’m not sure if their school in DL necessarily has a cheerleading team, but considering the students play sports, there’s a chance that there might be, but let’s just imagine that there is one for this scenario.)
Anyways tho, you were busy practicing the cheer choreography for the next basketball game, and with Ayato being on the school’s basketball team, he noticed you practicing from far away as he was practicing on the court with his team.
He grew interested quite quickly to know who you were; the way your uniform displayed itself against your body, the gleam that sparkled in your eyes as you cheered with the rest of your team. From that point on, he was determined to get to know you and make you his girl.
Since he likes to make a grand entrance, how he met you was staged with a few of his guy friends since he wants to leave an impression.
You were standing in the crowded hall with your group of friends, just talking about the most random of things whilst you held your textbooks for next period until a guy with a hoodie ran past you and knocked you over, making you lose your balance as you started to fall.
To your luck though, someone swooped in and caught you before you could hit the ground, his red locks falling into his face as he held you securely in his arms, pulling you upward to help you stand on your feet again.
You were shocked. Not being able to hold back gratitude for saving you from such a fall, you’d thank, “Thank you for-,”
“No need to thank me, babe . . . . The name’s Ayato by the way.” He’d smirk, walking off to join his group of friends that were waiting for him at the end of the hall, soon cheering him on as they rounded into the next hall knowing that it had all gone according to plan.
Through witnessing everything that happened, everyone was whispering and gossiping about it in the halls. This would lead one of your friends to comment whilst giggling with the other girls in your group, “Wow Y/N, he’s quite the keeper.”
“He just saved me from falling, not death--honestly.” You’d remark, finding this to be blown out of proportion as the girl gang simply laughed at your reluctance to overreact like everyone else was--you just weren’t that type of person.
Now that you knew who he was, the game was definitely on.
He tries to impress you in lots of ways.
Such as with his basketball skills when he’s practicing with his team or during an actual game since you’re cheering for his team.
He’ll literally point to you from a distance every time he makes a shot, leaving you to blush while you’re standing at the side with your cheer team.
With him being quite cocky, he definitely tries to make you laugh.
During school hours, if you’re busy in the halls getting ready for next period, he tries to get your attention from afar--even if it’s from the other end of the hall--with the rest of his guy friends, a smirk on his face as he blows a kiss to you from a distance, leaving you to blush.
Eventually through him trying to impress and talk to you so much, he takes the opportunity to ask you out.
And of course, with you not having feelings for him, you’d say no.
He was expecting that you’d say yes, so getting rejected was really strange to him, but of course, he wasn’t going to give up that easily.
Since he has a major crush on you, he’s going to be insistent about going out with you.
Like, he’s not taking no for an answer.
He’d constantly harass you in the halls or in class about this, saying to stop playing hard to get when you’re making it perfectly clear that you have interest in him at all.
He’ll even pass you notes in class asking about the same thing or try to get your attention in class by whispering your name while everyone is busy and mouth ‘you look hot today’, leaving you to turn around in your seat and frown as this was getting annoying, his arrogance being a turn-off.
With being desperate, Ayato will even go as to steal your cheerleading uniform from your locker and hold it for ransom.
There was one time where you were walking to the girl’s locker room to get ready for cheer practice, which meant changing into your uniform. You were already late due to talking with a teacher after class, so you knew the locker room was empty since it was after school and most students had already gone home, and that your team was already practicing without you.
You went inside and opened your locker to find that the uniform was gone. Instantly, you questioned where it could have gone since you had just washed it yesterday and had placed it in there this morning before school had started, but a familiar, yet annoying voice soon rattled your thoughts.
“Hey babe, looking for this?”
You’d turn to see Ayato walking toward you, the uniform in his hands as a smirk displayed itself on his lips. You literally almost screamed knowing he was in the girl's locker room as this was not a place for him to be, your privacy feeling disturbed.
“Ayato, give it back.” You’d say, trying to take it from him, but he would be quick to hold it up high and out of your reach as you gave your best attempts to jump and grab it.
“Not so fast, sweetheart. You’ll get this back on one condition.”
“Fine.” You’d retort, feeling tired from all your attempts. “What is it?”
“Go out with me.”
“Ayato, how many times am I going to tell you that it’s not going to happen?”
“You can try to deny me all you want, but a girl has never said no to yours truly.”
“Well this one has.” You’d hiss, jumping up high enough this time as you finally grabbed hold of it and yanked it away from him. “I don’t know what it’s gonna take to make you understand that I’m not interested.”
There was an awkward silence between the two of you and you thought he would just leave. You were going to walk away and change, but you noticed he just continued to stand there. Being fed up with this, you’d hiss, “What?”
“You’re already late for practice. You’ll get there a lot faster if you let yours truly help you with your uniform.” He’d grin.
“Get out!” You’d scream, pushing him in the direction of the door.
It took an endless amount of attempts, but he’d eventually get the message that you just weren’t into him.
Once Ayato came to terms with himself and that you had no feelings for him, he basically ignores you at all costs.
For example, if he sees you in the hall, he’ll look or walk away and pretend he doesn’t see you--you’re basically erased to him.
Even if you tried to pull him aside to talk to him to work things out and just be friends, he’d simply brush you aside, hands in his pockets as he’d mutter ‘tch’ before walking away.
“Tch! How can she not like yours truly? . . . . Whatever. It’s her loss. She’ll never find another guy like me.”
Subaru:
Oh my, for him to like someone is quite difficult since he’s not even a fan of himself.
However, there was something captivating about you that caused this vampire’s undead heart to throb.
He hated the fact that he had feelings for you since he doesn’t want to feel weak for anyone, but you made him feel things in ways he couldn’t explain.
Every day at school was the same to him until he saw you. You were new to his school and the teacher introduced you to everyone and this was when he took note of your existence.
Since Subaru is a loner, you really had no idea who he was or that he even existed at first.
Just like everyone else, you would walk right past him in the halls, but it’s not because you were rude, you just didn’t know him and it would be strange to just start talking to someone you didn’t know without a reason.
He on the other hand noticed everything about you--your every movement, the way your smile would gleam, the way your style bewitched him along with how your intelligence astonished him during class discussions.
How you noticed him though was quite the opposite of ordinary.
You were once walking through the crowded halls at school and witnessed a physical fight taking place in the middle of the hall with two male students, Subaru being one of them as everyone huddled around to watch.
You saw the way his fist collided with the other male’s face as he sent him to the ground, several teachers soon arriving as they broke up the fight and sent both of them to the principal’s office.
At that point, you knew who he was and everyone was talking about that fight for weeks. Due to this, you heard rumors about him as well--about how getting in trouble was common for him due to him getting in fights with students in the past and that he was quite brash in general, but you weren’t one to judge.
Now, returning to him having a crush on you.
When in class with you, he will stare at you but will look away quickly since he doesn’t want to take any chances on being noticed by you or anyone else. The last thing he wants is for someone to suspect that he has a crush on you.
You were once assigned to be his partner in class and let’s say he was a nervous wreck about it all.
He was a lot meaner than usual, mostly because it’s a defense mechanism he uses to demonstrate his tough exterior so no one can take advantage or hurt him.
But deep down, we all know that this bby car is a total softy :’)).
Since you both had a project to complete together, you both met up in the library to prepare for it. You were both looking at the textbook to find the information you needed when your hand accidentally brushed against his. He instantly withdrew it, muttered ‘tch’ as he walked away to hide the blush that bloomed on his cheeks. This left you confused, but you decided not to question it since he was quite the enigma.
I’ve cannoned this in the past with @liannelara-dracula that he likes to corner you when you’re alone, especially during break, so he can have a small conversation with you.
He may say something slightly perverted to flirt tho ;)).
Through knowing each other, you like waving to him in the halls as you’re walking to class with your friends, your endearing smile dawning on him quite incandescently.
He’d never wave back at first, always muttering his infamous ‘tch’, and was usually just annoyed by your kindness, but with you not withdrawing your gentle nature, he soon started to grow a bit more comfortable with this.
When he reached this stage, he’s always taken back by you saying hi to him casually like that. He doesn’t really know what to do, a minor blush appearing on his cheeks as he'd slightly, but very awkwardly, lift and wave his hand, quickly looking away from you to avoid eye contact.
Your friends, however, would take note of you saying hi to him and would constantly be asking you as to why since he’s bad news and isn’t very approachable.
“Guys, he’s just misunderstood. It’s not like we really know him and we can’t just judge by what’s on the surface.” You'd say.
He really isn’t the type to just confess due to fear of rejection and his feelings grew more and more as he got to know you.
You really brought a lot of fun and joy to him, something he isn’t too familiar with due to his upbringing, in fact, he even started to smile a little bit each time he saw you.
Even his brothers took notice of his new behavior, a certain fedora-wearing vampire wanting to know more than what was on the surface when they were all riding home together once.
“Fufu~, what’s with the new attitude, Subaru? Why the smile? Is it about a girl?”
“Tch! Shut up!” He’d retort, looking away from all of them as a minor blush appeared on his cheeks, leaving them all to laugh at him.
Later on though, Subaru caught on to the idea of you not liking him back due to seeing you kissing your boyfriend in the halls one day.
He was crushed in all honesty and ended up recoiling back into his old life of being lonesome.
He rarely talks to you now. Since he knows you have someone else, he doesn’t want to bother with getting to know you any further since it would just hurt him more.
He’d also be a lot meaner and irritated than usual. In fact, it wouldn’t be surprising if he’d get into more physical fights due to his anger towards this situation.
He hates the idea of you not liking him back . . . but to be honest, he kind of expected it because he thought it was something that was too good to be true.
“It only makes sense that someone like her is already taken . . . . Tch! Like she’d ever date a piece of shit like me.”
Shu:
Considering his childhood trauma, for him to take an interest in someone is quite rare and almost unexpected.
Especially since he believes that if anyone associates themselves with him, they either end up dead or are left in a really bad situation they can’t get out of.
It took him a while to realize his feelings for you. He honestly just kept denying them for the longest time, but he accepted them later on since you were always on his mind.
However, even though he's realized them, bear in mind that he is an ass about his feelings since he always tries to push them away. This is mostly due to his experience with Edgar since it left quite a mark on his childhood.
Anyways, Shu first took notice of you during homeroom--which he actually bothered to attend for once xDD--and noticed you sitting in the far corner writing some things down in your notebook whilst your ears remained attentive to what the teacher was saying, your beauty being captivating to him.
By him not going to class a lot of the time, he wasn’t too familiar with a lot of his classmates. But with you being in homeroom hour, he actually started to attend it a lot more because he found you interesting—the way you focused throughout the period as you listened to instructions and paid no attention to the other boys who sought your attention when the teacher was either too busy teaching or doing something else.
By seeing you a lot in homeroom, he’d notice you in the halls whenever you were either conversing with your friends or going to your locker to grab the stuff you needed for your next class.
The way your hair would whip every time you turned, the sound of your laughter echoing in his ears every time you and your friends joked about something.
It was all so amusing to him, something he wouldn’t typically see.
With you piquing his interest, he wanted to make himself known to you. In other words, he wanted you to talk to him in some way, so he staged an opportunity.
You were running late to class one day. Since it was on the second floor you had to use the stairs, but you soon stopped when you saw someone occupying one of the steps that prevented you from ascending, his figure asleep as you recognized it to be Shu.
You had heard of Shu before due to his family name and because he was so popular with the girls, along with the fact that he always skipped class, but you never paid him much thought since you had your own clique of wholesome friends.
Since you were already running late and that was the only way to get to class, you’d politely approach him and ask him to move, but of course, he didn’t give a response or budge.
You supposed he was in a deep sleep, so you reached out to tap his shoulder, his eyes snapping open as he’d quickly grab your wrist, preventing you from giving him a nudge.
“Huh, touching a man you don’t even know. That’s quite lewd of you.” He’d smirk.
His remark caused you to slightly blush, “That- that’s not- I wasn’t doing anything like that.”
“Huh, surely doesn’t seem like it.”
You grew pretty annoyed as you’d send him a frown. “Look, can you move? I have to get to class. I’m already late and you’re making me get there even later.”
“You being late isn’t my problem. If you wanna pass, just pass.”
You’d sigh taking his suggestion, taking a step forward as you attempted to skip over the step he occupied. As you stepped over, he lifted a leg causing you to trip and land on the landing, pain traveling through your body as you shot him a glare knowing that what he did was on purpose.
“Hey! What the hell?! You did that on purpose, you jerk!”
“You’re imagining things. First you trip and then you wanna blame your clumsiness on me.”
He was so lying, and you knew that for sure. You didn’t just imagine it. You literally saw him do it.
“But you-,” You’d sigh, knowing it was going to be pointless to continue arguing with him, plus, you had a class to get to. “Whatever, I don’t have time for this. I have to get to class.”
As you’d leave, he would make a perverted remark about your skirt, a blush rushing up to your cheeks as you’d walk away and up the next flight of stairs to get to your class.
After class, your friends had asked why you were so late and you had told them about your encounter with Shu. They were in awe at the story and even teased you about it.
With that incident, things only escalated, especially with his endless flirting. He honestly gets a kick out of it.
Since he skips class a lot of the time, if you happen to pass him in the empty halls as you walk to class or elsewhere, he’s going to say something to you for sure.
This can range from him making more perverted remarks about your skirt, or your panties if he’s laying down; even going to the point of teasing you about being perverted when you’re not.
That motha.
He even accuses you of bothering him when he’s the one who started the conversation.
Says that you ‘walk too loud’ and that you’re spoiling his music because of that reason.
You’d grow fed up with this and with being so distraught about it, your friends would be bound to ask what was bothering you. You’d mention why, but they would only find it amusing considering who he is. After all, Shu isn’t really known to give much of his attention to anyone.
“Y’know, if he’s talking to you in the halls for no reason, that says something. He only talks to girls he has an interest in.” One of your friends would say.
“Interested my ass!” You’d retort, rolling your eyes. “He’s such an ass. He’s just some spoiled rich kid that’s probably never worked a day in his life.”
Honestly, Reiji would love you on account of this xDD.
I’ve also cannoned this with @liannelara-dracula that even though he’s lazy, he would take the time to get to know your schedule and show up everywhere you’d typically go.
And then, he’d accuse you of stalking him since you’re always running into him.
Since he’s pretty perceptive, Shu eventually noticed that you didn’t like him through one incident that he took note of in the hall one day. You were walking and you ran into your crush, your heart racing as he stopped to talk and say hi to you. You were pretty good friends with him and he was just the sweetest guy ever. You always felt butterflies in your stomach whenever you were around him and deep down, you hoped that things would change between you two eventually.
To Shu, it was plain as day that you liked someone else. He’s centuries-old and definitely knows how this stuff works, he’s not stupid. Plus, the asshole he was also listening to your heartbeat when you spoke to your crush, making it far more evident to himself that you had an interest in someone else.
By knowing about your crush, he does use it to piss you off. He’ll act like an even bigger ass now because he knows you don’t like him.
“Y’know, it’s never going to happen.” He’d tease, his infamous smirk being evident.
“A girl can dream.” You’d retort. “You seem to do it all day, so why can’t I?”
Based on his fear of someone getting hurt because of being involved with him, he’d never tell you that he liked you.
Is actually pretty accepting of the fact that you don’t like him, and to be honest, he thinks it’s better off this way due to his fear of destroying something he would later on cherish, but yet, he still carries on with being an ass towards you since it amuses him.
“You’re better off without me. Dream all you want about that guy, but I know he’d never satisfy you the way I could.”
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Lout - Naoya Zenin
Y’all ever seen that movie bad teacher with cameron diaz that would be me as a teacher lol also Naoya is a third year 18+ all that good jazz fun fact I’m actually allergic to minors so yeah even mentioning them breaks me out into hives, it’s disgusting they’re disgusting, would not recommend. 0/10 stars on google review and yelp also femme reader 3.3k words
Content warnings: noncon + dubcon, age gap(reader is obvi gonna be older than naoya lol), teacher x student shit, degradation, choking, noncon video taking, biting, spanking, not a mindbreak necessarily but there’s hints of that here
There was a problem child in your senior class and you weren’t even the main teacher. Stuck as a teaching aid until you could get full certification, it wasn’t even you that really had to bear the brunt of this student's bad behavior should the principal ask. Yet somehow, it was your duty to get him into line before he graduated in a few months.
Naoya Zenin couldn’t even pretend to care about his highschool reputation. All he focused on was being top of the class and making sure everyone knew who exactly was in charge. At an elite private school where his family had been generous donors for generations, Naoya’s behavior was almost expected.
Until he nearly put another student in the hospital after a fight. That was the final straw for disgruntled parents and students alike, causing a massive uproar and demanding action. And of course that call to action fell on your shoulders.
“Seriously? They stuck me with a fucking aide?” Throwing open the door to the office space assigned to you in the meeting, Naoya glared at you. It wasn’t that he particularly disliked you or anything, but he felt slighted that the school didn’t send a real teacher to talk to him.
“Have a seat, Naoya.” Standing up from the desk, you motioned to the lone armchair in the room. Walking in and slamming the door behind him, Naoya rolled his eyes as he flopped into the chair.
“Let’s make this quick, I’ve got a dive team meeting soon.” Looking out at the courtyard below, Naoya squinted against the harsh afternoon sun coming in through the windows. He wasn’t concerned with this meeting at all, wanting it to be over so he can go and impress some Olympic team scouts.
Clearing your throat awkwardly, you rustled the papers on your desk. There were pages of notes on what you were supposed to say, how you were supposed to say it and a few forms Naoya had to sign as well, stating that he’d be on his best behavior until graduation.
“Naoya, you know why you’re here.” You started, unable to meet his pointed gaze as it flicked over to you. “You’re behavior has gotten out of hand and-”
“So what?” Letting his head loll back, Naoya shrugged.
“And you need to be held accountable for your actions.” You pushed through the interruption, feeling your cheeks heat up in indignation.
“Yeah? My family’s had the dean in their pocket since this school was founded, I doubt there’s much I need to be accountable for.”
“You can’t throw money at everything, you know?”
“Why do you think I take judo?”
“Naoya, please.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you mimicked him for a moment and leaned your head back. “We’re supposed to be having this meeting to reform your behavior. You did a really bad thing, you nearly killed that other student.”
“Reform? The board sent you to reform me? That’s a fucking laugh if I’ve ever heard one.” Letting out a boisterous laugh, Naoya slapped his knee. “How are you going to change me when you can’t even look me in the eye?”
“T-that’s not important.” Embarrassed, you forced yourself to make brief eye contact with him before shuffling your papers around again. “Look, can you just let me say what’s on these papers? Then you can sign them and be on your way.”
“I don’t think I will.” Crossing his arms, Naoya had the nerve to stretch his legs out and prop his feet up on the desk.
“Naoya-”
“I still think it’s hilarious that you’re here of all people. I mean, just look at you!” Gesturing vaguely to your form, Naoya laughed again. “Not even a real fucking teacher yet. Why don’t you go back to the little corner office you have and let the grown ups handle the big stuff?”
“I’m older than you!” This was bad. He was trying to rile you up and it was working. The control you already didn’t have on the situation was getting worse by the minute and both you and Naoya knew that the power balance between you was heavily skewed in his favor.
“Really? I couldn’t tell, you’ve got about as much gusto as an infant.” Giving you a once over, he sneered. “The only thing going for you is your looks and honestly, they could use a little work.”
“Hey!” Now your face was really on fire. Chuckling at your reaction, Naoya sat up a little straighter.
“Don’t get so upset, I know a pair of twins that would be more than willing to help you improve.”
“Can we just focus on the reason we’re here?” You wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. The chances of saving this meeting - and your dignity - were slim to none, but you still had to try.
“Right, right, this nonsense about ‘reforming me’.” Using heavy air quotes, Naoya dragged his feet off the desk and let them land on the ground with a loud thud. Taking another look out the windows, he started to undo the tie around his neck.
“Yes. Now, you’re going to sit there and just listen, okay? It’ll only take a few minutes, then you can go on about your day.” You were foolish to believe that you could possibly do anything to Naoya, let alone change his mind on something like this. All the high hopes you’d scrounged together before this meeting were utterly crushed when Naoya stood up.
“No, you listen.” In one fell swoop, Naoya pushed all the papers off the desk, waiting as they all fell to the ground and drinking in your shocked expression. “It’s almost insulting that you think you have any control over this situation, let alone me.”
“Sit back down, Naoya.” Your voice shook terribly as he rounded the desk. You weren’t able to push your chair away fast enough, and he was able to grab onto the back and spin you to face him.
“But teacher, I don’t want to.” He mocked, wasting no time in grabbing you by the throat and forcing you to stand. Clawing at his hand was no use, Naoya’s strength greatly outmatched yours and in just a few moments he was able to manhandle your arms behind your back and use his tie to bind your wrists together.
“Let me go, Naoya!” Thrashing against the desk you were now leaning on for support, a sense of dread filled you. Even if you managed to undo the tie, there was still the issue of actually getting out of the room and away from Naoya, and if his ease in handling you told you anything it was that that task would be impossible.
“Ya know, (Y/N)- can I call you (Y/N)?” He had a stupid grin on his face, pushing you to lean more on the desk as he stood in front of you. “You’ve talked a lot about reform and changing my behavior, but the only one I see here in need of an attitude adjustment is you.”
“Naoya!” Horror ripped through you as he yanked your top open, popping the buttons on your blouse and letting out a whistle at seeing your bra.
“(Y/N), I think you’re violating dress code right now.” Clicking his tongue, Naoya pulled your bra down as far as it would go. “I’ll have to give you a demerit.” Keeping one hand on your throat, Naoya pinched and twisted your nipple between his fingers.
You wouldn’t know it, but Naoya’s heart was beating wildly in his chest. The rush of power he usually got from presiding and dominating the other students was nothing compared to the power he felt now. This wasn’t even something he dreamed about doing, but you’d just given him the golden opportunity to really test his power at this school.
Lurching forward, Naoya sunk his teeth right below your jawline, somewhere he knew you’d have a hard time covering up the mark. The pained squeal you let out went straight to his head and right between his legs, making him bite you in another place and suck harshly on the skin.
Rutting his hips against your thigh, Naoya groaned as he trailed his mouth down your neck, leaving deep teeth marks that he knew would sting when you were alone at night later. Putting one of your nipples in his mouth, Naoya rolled it between his teeth and let drool drip out of his mouth and down your skin.
“Stop it, Naoya! Let me go!” There were strained tears in your eyes that refused to be blinked away. A flurry of slurred protests left your lips as his hand tightened on your neck, enough to have you gasping for air.
“Not until I teach you a little lesson.” He growled, leveling you with a single look. Keeping his grip firm until your eyes rolled back in your head, Naoya let go when he was sure you wouldn’t try to speak again.
Coughing and spluttering, there was little you could do with your fuzzy brain to stop Naoya from turning you around and bending you over the desk. Your face pressed into the hard surface and the wood dug into your face and hips as they were pushed forward.
Grabbing onto your bottoms, Naoya pulled them down until they were at your ankles, unceremoniously ripping off your panties and no doubt shoving them into his pocket. Your heated skin was exposed to the air of the room, making goosebumps pebble on your flesh.
“Ow!” The first slap to your ass was hard and unforgiving, making the tears in your eyes finally fall. “S-stop!” You tried to move your body away from the impending pain but it was no use, Naoya hit your other cheek almost as soon as you started to move.
“What’s wrong, teacher? Never had a bit of corporal punishment?” Laughing haughtily, Naoya grabbed your stinging skin in his hand.
“Ow, ow- N-naoya please, let me go!”
“Not a chance!” Slapping both cheeks in tandem, Naoya could feel the adrenaline going through him. There was no limit to what he could do in this moment, he could walk away and leave you like this, stranded for someone to find. Or, and he liked this option more, he could keep going, and save a few keepsakes for himself.
Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Naoya opened the camera with no hesitation. Taking a video of your heaving body, groping your ass and hips, spreading your cheeks apart to reveal your asshole, Naoya tried to keep the groan coming forward low.
“W-what’re you doing?” You could just barely see him out of the corner of your eye, and your blood ran cold upon realizing what he was doing.
“Say hi.” Shoving the camera in your face, Naoya grabbed your chin to keep you from turning away. “Smile for the camera, (Y/N), don’t cry!”
“No, no, no…” Your career is over. Your life is over. Everything you’d worked so hard for, your education, this job - it was going to be taken away if Naoya decided to share the video. You’d be blacklisted from ever working in a school again and you would definitely face legal trouble for being in this situation with a student.
Leaving you for a moment, Naoya propped his phone up on the windowsill, making sure the camera was capturing the both of you as he went back over. Giving a cheeky little wave to the camera, Naoya turned his attention back to you.
Pushing a hand between your legs, Naoya chuckled darkly at the slick that met the tips of his fingers. It was a miniscule amount, but enough that he could mock you over it. Dragging his fingers through your folds, he presented the fingers to you.
“Who knew Ms. (Y/N) was such a fucking slut?” Rubbing his fingers together, Naoya held his hand up to the camera. “Ms. (Y/N) likes it when I’m rough with her.”
“No...no I don’t.” Sniffling pathetically, you shook your head as best you could.
“Don’t lie, the proof is right here.” Wiping his fingers across your cheek, he made a show of pushing your legs further apart and putting his hand back on your cunt. Pinching your clit, Naoya bit his lip as you let out a high pitch whine.
He knew he’d meet too much resistance if he tried to shove his cock in straight away, so Naoya took it upon himself to prep you a bit. Rubbing your clit in tight circles, he leered over you and watched as you struggled to keep whimpers at bay.
“Don’t be shy, let the camera know how much you like this. We already know how much of a slut you are.”
“I don’t- I don’t like this.”
“Hm? Then why are you getting wet?”
“T-thats-” He had you beat there, the glide of his fingers was getting easier and a distinct wet sound was starting to take shape.
“No need to be shy, teacher. You can tell me you’re just a dumb fucking slut.” Pressing his lips against your ear, Naoya looked at the camera. “I know you see the camera, say it nice and loud for me.”
“No.” Shaking your head, a sharp cry ripped through you as Naoya hit your thigh. From the force of his slap you knew there’d be a hand printed welt on your leg.
“Say it.”
“I-I’m a- a dumb fucking slut!” You sobbed and the strength nearly left your legs entirely. If not for Naoya holding you up you would have tumbled to the floor in shame.
“Now was that so hard?” Standing up straight, Naoya was done stalling. Pushing a finger inside you, he deemed you ready enough to take him and undid the belt on his pants, letting them fall to his ankles.
Taking a second to himself, Naoya ground his clothed cock against your body. This opportunity was something to cherish and he was going to savor every moment of it. Taking a deep breath as pleasure made his spine ripple, Naoya pushed down his underwear and grabbed his cock.
“Teacher, I have a bit of a problem, won’t you fix it?” Naoya teased, rubbing his cock along your slit.
“Wait Naoya, you need protection.”
“Shut up. You’d be lucky to bear a child with Zenin blood, so count this as a gift from me to you.” Putting the tip in, Naoya let his head fall back and gaze down his nose at where your cunt was already sucking him in.
Ignoring your protests, Naoya pushed his cock in all the way, quickly bottoming out and nestling his hips snugly against yours. Planting his hands on the desk to steady himself, he had to take a few deep breaths before beginning to move again.
Putting a hand on the back of your neck to keep you from moving too much, Naoya pulled his hips back, looking at the way his cock glistened with your slick. Breathing hard through his nose, he pushed back in and started a steady rhythm.
“Shit, you’re so tight.” He grunted behind clenched teeth, the hold on your neck getting tighter as he focused on moving his body and not cumming too soon. The clap of his hips against your ass was music to his ears, a sound Naoya was sure not to forget any time soon.
The shame of being fucked by a student was heavy enough on your mind but the shame knowing you were starting to enjoy it was even worse. Keeping your eyes tightly closed, there was little you could do as Naoya pounded into you, the full length of his cock hitting places inside you that hadn’t ever been touched before by previous partners.
“Fuck!” The shout that came out of you was unrestrained, you couldn’t contain yourself as Naoya put his fingers back on your clit. Humiliation covered you like a thick blanket, almost choking you as much as Naoya was.
“I knew you’d come around, (Y/N). No one can resist a Zenin.” Smirking at your scrunched up face, Naoya wrapped his hand fully around your throat and pulled you up until your back was nearly flush with him.
The new angle had a loud moan coming from you and Naoya was close to cumming as well, he could feel his toes start to curl and tingle. His mind was starting to get foggy, and the hold he had was starting to slip from the sweat building up between you.
“Make sure not to waste what I give you, okay? It’s special.”
“You have to pull out, Naoya. You have to!” You couldn’t get pregnant by a student, especially one as high profile as him. Humming against your ear, Naoya shook his head.
“No, I don’t think I will. This is the last part of your attitude adjustment, I need to make sure you remember it.”
“N-naoya- pull out-” You stuttered as your orgasm washed over you, making your back arch and angling your ass perfectly for Naoya to cum as well. Making sure his cock was as deep as possible, Naoya let you fall back onto the desk as he rutted into you.
Biting you on the shoulder one last time, Naoya stayed inside you until his breathing went back to normal and his cock went soft. He had sweat clinging to his body and his uniform was wrinkled beyond belief when he stood up.
Fixing his clothes, Naoya undid the tie around your wrists and watched your arms limply fall to the side. There was no doubt you were sore, he’d given you enough marks to last a week. Smoothing a hand over your still stinging thigh, Naoya stepped away from you and laughed as you fell to the floor.
“Ya know, maybe this meeting was beneficial after all. Wouldn’t you say, teach?” Toeing at your spent body curled up on the floor, Naoya drank you in one last time before going to his phone and ending the video.
Gathering his things and answering a few texts, Naoya grinned as you hobbled to your feet. You avoided looking at him, opting instead to try salvage your own clothes and make sense of the world again. The sun was still shining brightly in the sky and if you held your breath you could hear the distant sound of students on a baseball field.
“Well, I’ll be going now.” Naoya threw open the door, startling you.
“Wait.” Reaching out to him, your eyes went straight to the phone in his hands. “That video-”
“Don’t worry, I won’t show it to anyone, I promise!” Crossing his fingers for dramatic effect, Naoya tucked it away into his back pocket. “Stay out of my way for the rest of the school year, and I’ll delete it when I graduate.”
You couldn’t trust his words and you both knew it. There was no way Naoya would let this be a one time thing, now that he’s gotten a taste for it. He would only continue to take what he wanted from you, making your life hell until he left the school - he wouldn’t let you leave before him.
“Fine.” But it was all you had to go on, so you nodded your head and accepted your fate.
“Fine.” Nodding curtly, Naoya stepped out into the hall with a wide smirk on his face. “See you in class later, Ms. (Y/N).”
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