#bully x nerd

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Cw: Scat

I need to see more nerds desperately farting till they shit they're pants then getting so embarrassed they cry, please and thank you :)

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What happened last night?(male bully x nerd reader)

The idea of going to the school’s weekend party was already exhausting. You didn’t like loud music, the smell of alcohol, or the chaos that came with it. Your friends, however, wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Come on, just for an hour,” one of them begged, tugging on your sleeve.

An hour turned into two. Then someone shoved a cup into your hands. You didn’t even like drinking — you hated the feeling of losing control — but peer pressure had a way of breaking you down. One drink turned into two. Somewhere along the line, the warmth in your stomach spread to your head, making the room blur and spin.

The last thing you clearly remembered was bumping into him.

Your bully. The boy who seemed to have made it his life’s mission to torment you. Tall, smug, always leaning just close enough to make you uncomfortable. He smirked at you that night, clearly amused at your flushed cheeks.

“Didn’t know you partied, nerd,” he drawled, his voice almost lost under the bass.

You mumbled something defensive, but your words were slurred. He caught your wrist when you tried to walk past.

“Careful,” he said, his tone shifting. “You’re gonna get yourself hurt like this.”

You wanted to pull away, but your legs felt heavy. The music was loud, your head swam, and before you knew it, he was guiding you away from the crowd — somewhere quieter. His hand stayed on the small of your back.

After that… everything was a blur.

You woke up to sunlight stabbing your eyes. Your head pounded, your throat felt dry. You shifted, and that’s when the realization hit you.

You were in a bed. Not your bed. The sheets smelled different, faintly of cologne. You turned your head — and froze.

He was right there.

Sleeping beside you. Shirtless.

Your heart slammed against your ribs as you realized your own state — naked under the blanket.

He opened his eyes slowly, as if sensing your panic. A lazy, satisfied smirk spread across his lips. “Morning, nerd.”

“What… what happened?” you whispered, gripping the blanket tighter.

He sat up slightly, leaning closer until his breath brushed your ear. “You don’t remember?”

Your stomach twisted.

“I walked you out before you could embarrass yourself,” he said, voice low, almost teasing. “You didn’t want to go home… you clung to me. Said you didn’t want to be alone.”

“That’s not—”

“You kissed me first.” His grin widened. “Begged me not to leave you.”

You shook your head, mortified. “You’re lying.”

He tilted his head, studying you with an unsettling intensity. “You think I’d make something like that up?” He reached out, brushing his fingers along your jaw. You flinched.

“You’re mine now,” he said softly, but there was nothing gentle in his eyes. “I took care of you. And I’m not letting anyone else have you.”

Your pulse quickened. You didn’t know whether it was fear, anger, or something more confusing — but you knew one thing: whatever happened last night had changed everything.

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P/s what really happened that night is coming out ,link below :v

What really happened that night

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Baby project with Sukuna R.

Drabble. Minors DNI

Warning: Smut, fingering, Tit play, Pierced nipples, fem reader. Athlete sukuna, Nerd reader, College Au.

It was your early morning class, Family and Consumer Sciences class. You were always there before anyone else would arrive so you’d do any other work you could. Likening to be ahead and on-top of everything academically. All of that changes today though, Students began flooding and flocking in the class.

Then came your teacher, Mr. Yaga. “Alright today class we’re doing BTIO, Also known as Baby Think It Over.” Your ears perked hearing that, The baby project? This could ruin your entire academic schedule, You didn’t have time to care for a baby. “Sir, Is there anything else we can do for extra points.” Yaga began massaging his forehead in irritation. “You do the assignment or fail.”

Taking a deep breath in and out, “I dont have time to take care of a fake baby.” Maybe he would understand and hopefully just let me do extra work for extra credits. “Thats why you’ll be having partners. Now if you could be quiet, I can assign them.” Slouching back in your chair as You were waiting to see who you had for your partner.”

“Gojo and Utahimae,” In an instant Utahimae had groaned rolling her eyes at what Mr. Yaga said. She couldn’t stand Gojo at all. “Geto and Shoko, Nanami and Mei,” Quickly you raised your hand, “Sir can I have Nanami instead.” Nanami would be perfect for a project like this, He would definitely help and pitch in. However your dreams were crushed, “No.” After that he rambled on and on until he’d gotten to you. “Finally You and Sukuna.”

Sukuna? Out of everyone… him? Looking around the classroom the jerk was no where to be found. “He’s not even here.” Before you knew it, The door swung open and there he was. “Perfect, Sukuna you’re with her.” Yaga pointed at you before packing up and leaving out.” What kind of person comes at the end of the class.

You rose from your seat going to pick your baby open from the demonstration table. You hold the baby out to him, pressing the baby against his chest, “Here.” As soon as you did that, You heard nothing but loud cries and screams. “You might wanna deal with that.” All thirty two of his teeth show as he was grinning.

“We’re partners, At least watch the baby until tonight.” Holding the baby, bouncing my body just a bit to comfort the baby. “I got a game, No can do.” Youy didn’t even bother to mutter a word back, You knew this was gonna be hell. Brushing past him and going to your car. “Great, Im a single mom now.” Sitting the baby in the passenger seat and slamming your door shut before angrily pulling off.

The whole car ride home the baby whined and whined. You were already ready to give up and take your F. “Alright now, Cmon.” Grabbing the baby and going inside. You really needed to start on your homework for mathematics project but you couldn’t leave the baby unattended. Suddenly your phone dings, A random number… “Got the stuff since you forgot everything but the child.” Oh my gosh, How could you for the actual stuff needed. And how did he get your number?

“Could you drop it off, Or are you too busy?” It said read but no reply, You waited for about ten minutes before a text came through. “On the way.” You became disgusted with the thought of him, “Fucking creep, Who just knows a person’s number and address.”

As your noise was buried in your calculus book. A heavy knock was at the door. Sighing before you rose and made your way to the door, Being met eye to eye with his chest and not eyes “Ew, Your to tall.” Holding the door open so he could enter. “The ladies love it though.” He walked in taking in the unfamiliar look and scent of your home that was flooding his eyes and nose. Shutting the door before speaking to him again, “Thought you had a game.”

“It was an easy win, Wheres the kid?” Oh brother he was so cocky. “Follow the cries.” Before leaving him so you could go back to your calculus work. Once again he was back in your presence, In possession with the baby this time. There were no cries though… The baby was fast asleep in his arms. “How’d you make it stop crying.” Tilting your head in awe at him. He was like a natural. “Maybe it likes me more.” He smirked before resting the baby on the couch.

“Yeah yeah, Wait a minute…” Looking at Sukuna head to toe. “Where’s your shirt?” Soon as those words slipped from your tongue he stretched his arms and flexed his biceps as he yawned. “You got it to hot in here doll.” Doll? Since when had he ever called me that. “Doll? Do you have a fever?” Standing on Your tippy toes and feeling his cheek and forehead, It didn’t seem like it. “You got a problem with it?” I mean… Who wouldn’t want a shirtless Sukuna calling them doll?

“No,” Closing your calculus book and plopping down onto the couch, “What time are you going home?” He sat right next to you leaving no room for comfort or distance. “Why, Got some coming over?” Rolling your eyes and scooting in the far corner end of the couch. “Why do you always answer a question with a question?” He scooted closer once more. “Because I can.” Dragging each and every last word out. Quickly you stood up, Not in irritation though. Nervousness. “Thats it, Go ho-”

Before you come finish your words you were quickly slammed down onto his lap. Feeling flustered at the fact, You were on top of him. Worst of all was you felt a boner grow beneath you. “Just sit still for me.” He purred into your ear and you did exactly so. He began to fiddle and play with your clothes until you became exposed. Your top first, You already weren’t wearing a bra and he knew it. He wanted confirmation though, Lifting your shirt and fiddling with your pierced nipple.

“I thought you were a good girl. What’s this?” Slapping your tit gently and squeezed the nipple softly. This was the most calm and quiet you’ve ever seen him. “I thought it w-would be cute.” As his hands were sliding down your waist and to your pants an panties. “Oh it’s real cute.” His hands slipped into your panties to meet an eager and wet cunt. He explored with his fingers leaving his mind to imagine how pretty and wet your cunt is for him.

“Sukuna, I dont think we should do this.” He grabbed your jaw and desperately kissed you, Forcing his tongue into your mouth and you let him. He had full control over your mouth now. You didn’t wanna talk or breathe, You didn’t want your mouth to separate from his sloppy kisses for more than a second.

His breath catches in his throat as you kiss him back just as desperately as he was kissing you. Gently his fingers opened your lips, An thats when the kiss stopped. “We’re both grown, and we both want this… Right doll?” You nodded your head as he undresses your lower half, Leaving you bare in his possession. A word didn’t even need to be spoken, you were already back on him with your legs spread.

He play’s around with you clit before he put one singular, thick and rugged finger inside of your tight heat. “Mhm, Sukuna.” When he heard you mutter his name his cock couldn’t help but twitch in his sweats. “Dont talk, Dont say anything.” Just from the sound of your voice he could loose all composure and calmness he had. His finger started working you so good. A plethora of squelch’s were heard.

You were so surprised that the baby didn’t wake up, You were only a few feet away from it. You were about to be fucked out from just a finger, then he added a second one. “T-too big.” Quickly you were shushed by the man stretching you out from his two fingers, “Shh, Shh baby… I know, You can take it.” He placed a kiss on the helix of your ear before he picked up the pace.

he hums, chuckling darkly as he feels your walls grow tighter around him. Your hips jerk in pleasure, whining oh so softly because his fingers were such a scretch. He slowly but surely loses the will to control himself as he hears your moans. He could’ve sworn he told you to be quiet. You covered your mouth but that made it no better because your climax was almost here.

When your climax came, You couldn’t hold your moans back anymore and you came so much on his fingers. Painting them white and leaving you exhausted even though you did no work whatsoever. Riding out the last of your high, You were loud as he kept pumping and curling his fingers. Your loudness woke the baby up, And it cried and cried. You were to tired though so Sukuna started cleaning you off his fingers.

Licking and slurping the juices off, Finger by Finger. He then dealt with the baby before coming back to cuddle up on your couch with you. Holding you all night long and not bothering to leave when morning came.

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Bully (?) X Chubby Reader Part 6

Original Rennyn Series - Other Stories in this Universe- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3- Part 4 - Part 5

Synopsis: Rennyn invites you to another party. Hopefully it's not as weird as the first.

New CWs: Hypnosis

WC: 4.1K

Your internship was much less exciting than you originally thought.

That's government, I guess.

The man you were working under, the Director of the Chamber of Commerce, seemed nice. In fact, he seemed almost too nice. Not in the sense that he was trying to hide something, but that you weren't sure if he had anything worth hiding.

He was a human, yet older, appearing in his sixties or seventies. He talked about his family whenever the opportunity arose, always speaking highly of his grandson, whose photo was one of many framed on his desk; a blonde boy a few years younger than you, wearing a uniform from one of the prestigious high schools within the city. His son was a lawyer for some healthcare company downtown, you couldn't remember the name of it. He didn't talk about his daughter-in-law much.

Earning his trust seemed like an easy task, yet you didn't want to move too fast too quickly. You had taken up residence in a spare office a few doors down from his; sneaking past to snoop on his computer or go through his belongings wouldn't be easy, given how little he left his office unattended. You were still far away from accomplishing the task Rennyn and his father had set out for you.

Your internship had left you with little time for student government, and to your surprise, Rennyn didn't argue with you when you asked to step down from your position.

In fact, everyone seemed surprised he let you go without consequence. Still, he had given you a job, and if stepping down from student government made it easier for you to complete that job, then so be it.

That didn't mean he wouldn't give you shit for it, though.

You felt your phone vibrating against your pocket. When you saw it was Rennyn, you couldn't help but feel compelled to answer. You looked around, getting up and shutting the office door before answering the phone. Even with the door shut, you spoke in a whisper.

"You can't just call me in the middle of the day like this," you hissed through gritted teeth.

"Sure I can. You've nearly been there a week, how's it going?" He responded casually.

"You essentially answered your own question. It's only been a week, that's not enough time."

You could hear him groan through the speaker, "so you've accomplished nothing and left me with all your shit. Why am I not surprised?"

Your absence came at a particularly busy time for student government; right in the middle of the planning for the Dream Festival, the biggest mixer of the Fall semester.

"You said it was fine!"

"Uh, no, that's not what I said. I said you could quit. I didn't say it'd be fine."

"Then…then what the fuck did you mean?"

"You know, for someone in accounting or whatever, your spreadsheets look like shit, by the way. Do you even know what a formula is?"

"That doesn't answer the question!" You struggled to keep your voice down. "I'm not in accounting but yes, I know what a formula is, the fuck is your problem?!"

"Okay fine, whatever. When are you done over there?"

"Five, why?"

"Don't go to the station, I'll pick you up there."

"What? What are you-"

Before you could inquire further, he hung up.

You let out a heavy sigh, staring back at your computer screen. You looked at the clock: 2:00 PM. There were still dozens of memos and notes to go over, yet you found yourself looking forward to 5:00 a little more than before.

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Sure enough, he was parked on the street right at 5:00. He was an ass, but at least he was punctual.

He rolled down the window as you walked towards his car. "Hey, get in."

You stopped in front of the door. "I don't know, are you going to drug me again?"

"For fucks sake, don't just say that out loud!" He hissed, rolling his eyes. "Just get in the fucking car."

You grinned, walking over to the door and stepping inside. He looked you up and down, then smiled before silently beginning to drive.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said with a quiet laugh, unable to hide the smile on his face.

"Come on, what's so funny?"

"It's nothing, really." It was very easy to tell he was lying.

"Rennyn," you playfully slapped his arm, "tell me."

"You just…" he stopped at a red light, looking back at you. "You look so stupid."

You had been dressing well the entire week, wearing something a bit nicer than business casual; today you were in a blazer and pencil skirt, a button-down shirt, and a tied up scarf around your neck. You thought you looked fine.

"What? What do you mean?"

"You look like a high school principal. But it's cool."

You looked down at the busy city streets. "…where are we going?"

"My family is having a party tonight, and lucky for you, you're invited."

You grinned, "and who exactly is inviting me?"

He rolled his eyes, "you're my associate, duh. It's not like last time, this is more…professional, I guess. Like my family and people that work for them. Think classy."

"Well, I think I look pretty classy already."

He snickered, "yeah, we'll call it that. Just don't be weird."

"Does weird include fucking your dad? Or is that different?" You laughed.

You figured enough time had passed for the incident to be alright to joke about. Yet the expression on Rennyn's face made it clear you were wrong.

He kept his eyes on the road, quiet. "Don't bring that up."

"I mean yeah, I wasn't going to bring it up there. Do you really think I'm that stupid?"

"I meant don't bring it up in general. Ever. Got it?" His voice was stern, frighteningly calm as his lips pursed into a frown. The car was quiet enough for you to hear his heavy breathing as he gripped onto the steering wheel.

"Yeah, I got it," you mumbled. The rest of the car ride was just as quiet.

It was only when you saw your college campus approaching did he speak up. "We're stopping at my place. I need a few things." His tone was still flat, almost emotionless.

"That's fine." You responded awkwardly, hoping he'd get over it soon.

'He's acting like he didn't have some stripper bouncing on his lap. The jealousy was cute at first, but now he's just being a dick.'

He parked the car before you walked to his apartment. To your surprise, he held the door open for you.

"After you," he said with a slight smile. Maybe he was starting to perk up a bit.

You smiled back at him, "thanks." You walked in front of him, and quickly felt his hand grab the back of your neck.

You let out a gasp, feeling a sudden warmth move from your neck to the top of your head. The heat rose, growing hotter and hotter. You felt like you were about to pass out.

Your eyes forced themselves shut. You were met with darkness, the world around you having disappeared. It was as if you had died, feeling your body still present but unable to move it. Unable to control it. Simply a vessel as the world continued to spin.

Then, you were awake again.

You were in Rennyn's room. Only this time, the room was surrounded by a pink haze, the air having a sweet scent to it. Everything felt…good. Calm. There was nothing to worry about.

"Strip."

Rennyn's voice. Not in your ear, but in your mind.

You obeyed, starting to take off your clothes. Why? You weren't sure. As you took off each part of your outfit, you felt as if you were watching yourself from afar, your body moving on its own accord, your mind nothing more than a bystander.

Even when you were completely naked, the air didn't feel cold, the warmth from when he first touched your neck lingering.

He sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard before undoing his belt and taking his cock out. Immediately, your mouth began to water, the heat intensifying between your legs.

He smiled, starting to stroke his cock slowly. "You want it, don't you?"

"Yes sir." Your response was nearly instantaneous, not even giving yourself a moment to think before opening your mouth.

"Hmm…touch yourself for me. Sit in front of me, and touch yourself."

You sat down on the bed, spreading your legs before starting to play with your pussy. You didn't question it, you just did it. You stared back at him as your fingers brushed against your clit, your breath hitching as you kept your eyes on him.

"Good. Good girl," he cooed, addressing you as if you were a small animal. He continued to jerk himself off, "do you know who you belong to?"

You hesitated, but the answer came to you quickly. "You."

"That's right. Maybe you really do know it all," he grinned. "Now, come here," he said, beckoning you closer. You crawled towards him, resting your head on his lap, his cock right next to your face. He cupped your face in his hand, "I think this might be the prettiest you've ever looked."

You couldn't help yourself, your body moving own its own. You started to lick the base of his cock, but he quickly moved your head away.

"Ah-ah, not yet, sweetheart. You just need to tell me a few more things."

Your mouth was still hanging open, your tongue dangling out your mouth. This might've been the nicest he had ever been to you.

"Good. Patience," he said as he pet your head. "Now…you'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?"

You nodded.

"Lie for me? Steal for me?"

You nodded.

"Whore yourself out for me?"

You nodded.

"Kill for me?"

You nodded.

"How sweet." He leaned down and kissed your head. "You love me, don't you?"

You nodded, nothing more than a dog being taught new tricks.

"Say it. Say that you love me."

"I love you."

He petted your head again, "good girl. Now," he pulled your head up, moving it closer to his cock. "Suck."

You opened your mouth wide, licking the base of his cock up and down.

"Oh, you can do better than that," he commanded, still keeping up the sickly sweet tone of voice.

You opened your mouth, taking his entire length down your throat. He let out a moan, relaxing before placing both hands on your head, gently moving you up and down.

Your spit coated his cock, covering your lips. Your mouth was getting sore, but you didn't care. You gleefully let him use your mouth, unsure of how much time had passed when he pulled you off of him.

"Now, fuck yourself on my cock."

You climbed ontop of him, your pussy soaking wet. You sunk down onto his cock with ease. Despite his command, he grabbed your hips, fucking into intensely.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he moaned through gritted teeth. He pulled you closer, kissing you deeply as his hands grabbed your ass. You felt your tongue against his, his grip against you tightening as he fucked you even harder.

He eventually moved you onto your back, pushing your legs behind your head. It was clear he was losing control, feverishly thrusting in and out of you. Like this, you felt him so much deeper, the tip hitting your g-spot over and over.

You were in heaven. Nothing could feel better than this. You were his toy, his plaything, and you loved it.

His breaths grew quicker and quicker, and soon enough he pulled out of you. He positioned his cock back in front of your face, cumming all over you.

And then, the darkness returned.

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You woke up in Rennyn's bed. Your head felt fuzzy, the back of your neck unusually warm.

What happened? When did I fall asleep?

Everything felt…off. You sat up, and were immediately hit with a wave of diziness. The last thing you could remember was getting out of the car to walk to Rennyn's apartment.

"Oh, hey."

Walking out of the bathroom was Rennyn, dressed much nicer than even his usual ensemble. A button-up shirt, a tie, a vest; it looked far more classy than the typical business casual you were used to.

"You okay? You seemed kinda out of it, earlier."

"I…" his concern immediately caught you off guard. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm, I'm okay. What happened?"

"…what do you mean?" He seemed confused.

"Earlier. I, I don't remember falling asleep." You looked down, and you were still in the same outfit you had worn to work, minus the scarf and suit jacket.

"Seriously?" He said with a slight laugh. "I didn't know a desk job could be so debilitating. But you said you weren't feeling well, so you decided to crash out for a bit. Still up for the party?"

Right. The party.

You found yourself stumbling over your words. "Oh. Yeah, just…just give me a minute to get dressed."

"Sure. What you wore to work should be fine, you're not like, my date or anything. Just ditch the scarf, it looks stupid."

"Everything you wear looks stupid," you quickly retorted.

He grinned, "glad to see you're feeling better."

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Huh. No blindfold this time.

He seemed to have finally lightened up as he drove you to his father's house. You watched the city fade away into the background, the towering skyscrapers surrounding your workplace getting smaller and smaller.

The road was empty, barely any other cars in sight across the barren landscape. "So, you're finally going to kill me?" You joked. As soon as the words left your mouth, you worried you might've been right.

He rolled his eyes, a gesture that shouldn't have been comforting, yet put you at ease. "No, not this time. If I was going to kill you, I wouldn't be stupid enough to take my own car."

"Ah, so you'd get a rental?"

You could tell he was trying to hide a smile. "No, dumbass. The rental company would have a record of it."

"Yeah, that makes sense. You should really iron that out then." Perhaps your sense of humor was macabre, but he seemed to enjoy it. You were starting to like the sound of his laugh.

You arrived at the party, and you quickly realized you were underdressed. He was right, it was definitely a different type of party than the last one. No loud music. No drugs. No hookers. Hell, there were even a few kids running around in the yard expansive and well-maintained yard. Yet every woman there was wearing some sort of cocktail dress.

"Oh, god damn it," you groaned.

He looked back at you, confused. "What?"

"You said business casual, this is not business casual!"

"No, I said classy, which…" he looked you up and down. "I think you fit that description."

Never before had you been so pissed off at a compliment. "Yeah, but this is like, formal!" He parked the car, and before you got out, you saw his sister approaching. "Oh, no." You groaned.

You hoped that maybe he'd just ignore her, or keep their interaction short. Instead, Rennyn rolled down the window, sticking his head out. "Ah yes, the cunt of the hour makes her appearance!"

Leona stood in front of his car, looking annoyed, yet maintained her composure. She looked towards you. "Rennyn, get out. You, stay." She pointed.

"The fuck did I do now?" He groaned, rolling up the window before getting out the car. You watched as they began to argue, but was unable to make out what they said, their voices muffled. Yet the car remained on.

Leona then dramatically placed her hand against the car. You felt the car's engine sputter, then suddenly, the sound of an explosion.

While Rennyn looked horrified, Leona looked incredibly smug. She lifted her hand up, a small ball of light floating in her hands. Rennyn raised his voice, now loud enough for you to make out his words.

"YOU JUST BUSTED MY HEADLIGHT, YOU CRAZY BITCH!"

At this point, you got out. Sure enough, glass surrounded the front of car.

"Well, maybe think next time before you rat me out, dick!" She threw the ball of light as hard as she could, then walked away. The ball hit the ground, dissipating into a wave of gold before it disappeared.

"…what was that about?" You asked.

He sighed, "it's…it's a long story. I'll just…figure something out later. It's fine."

While you weren't happy about his sister exploding his headlight, it did mean your outfit was ignored. You'd take the win.

You stepped inside, and immediately were surrounded by strangers, all well dressed and engrossed in their own conversations. You weren't sure what to expect, but held your head high regardless.

Your skills from student government served you well as you talked to his various relatives and associates. You knew how to be polite, how to shake hands, how to make small-talk. He simply introduced you as a friend, an associate that was helping out with networking.

Networking. That was…certainly one way to put it. Throughout the night, you never saw his father. You figured that might've been for the best.

You started to notice a trend as the night went on; almost every person you talked to was incredibly vague regarding their job.

No answers exceeded three words. Marketing. Sales. Management. Human Resources; that one could be taken literally, in this case. Everyone seemed as if they were putting on a front.

All but one person. A person Rennyn didn't seem eager to talk to.

You had been leaning against a wall with a lukewarm glass of wine in your hand, watching the 'party' from afar.

"I hate shit like this," Rennyn mumbled under his breath. "It's all so pointless."

"More pointless than the hookers and drugs at the other party?" You joked.

"Honestly? Yeah. The hookers and drugs are a distraction for the actual shit happening. Meetings and whatnot. All of this is just…a waste of time."

"Spending time with your family?"

"Yeah. I thought if I brought you, everyone would leave me alone, but-"

"Rennyn, who's this you've brought with you?"

Standing in front of you was an Elvish man appearing as polished as fine silver. He wore a custom-tailored suit, his eyes nearly the same shade of wine red as Rennyn's, albeit his complexion a bit darker.

"A friend." Rennyn answered shortly, the same way he had the rest of the night. "Why do you care?"

Despite his harsh words, the man seemed unphased, maintaining his friendly demeanor. "Well, I was just curious." He turned his attention towards you, holding out his hand to shake. "Hi, I'm Elias. I'm Rennyn's older brother."

You knew plenty about his sister. He hadn't ever brought up an older brother. Based on the look on his face, you figured there was a reason why.

You introduced yourself, and out of everyone at the party, Elias was the most open about what he did for his father.

"I'm an attorney, I specialize in business law. Nothing too exciting," he laughed. Still not much detail, but much more jovial and open than others.

With your internship, you found yourself intrigued. "Actually…"

You ended up talking to him for quite some time, and every minute that passed caused Rennyn to look more and more annoyed. Still, you enjoyed the conversation, it equally informative and entertaining. Despite Rennyn's annoyance, you didn't feel a rush to leave.

You were only interrupted when a small child approached, tugging on Elias's sleeve. He appeared to be no older than three, with the same vibrant red eyes as Rennyn and Elias.

"Daddy, when are we leaving?" The child asked, looking up at you with curiosity.

"Oh, we won't be here for too much longer," Elias said, giving him a a pat on the back. "Did you want to say hi?"

He nodded, before turning to Rennyn. "Hi Ren-Ren."

The obvious look of discomfort on Rennyn's face almost made you laugh. He could barely look at the kid. "Hey," he said quickly, his tone flat and emotionless. He didn't even look him in the eye.

The child turned his attention towards you, speaking slowly, as if he had rehearsed each word. "My name's Lukas. I'm three."

He seemed a little shy, but the way he concentrated so hard on speaking correctly made you smile. You introduced yourself to him, leaning down to shake his tiny hand. He seemed elated, smiling and giggling.

His laughter infectious. "Well, it was very nice to meet you Lukas." You said before standing back up.

"Alright buddy, go see mama," said Elias, pointing to a woman on the other side of the room.

Your eyes followed where Elias pointed, and you watched as Lukas walked over to a woman who had to be his mother. Only then, did you notice his mother had been staring at you.

She looked at you with pure terror in her eyes. You weren't sure what you did, or if it was even you that did anything, but she looked horrified.

She quickly picked Lukas up into her arms, then left.

You weren't sure what to make of it. When you turned to look back at Elias, everything seemed normal. "Well," he said, holding his hand out once more. "It was wonderful to meet you. I'm sure our paths will cross again soon." He smiled, then walked back towards his wife, who now appeared completely normal.

You couldn't pinpoint what it was, but something felt…off.

You tried not to think about it too much. You turned your attention back to Rennyn, who looked as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Ren Ren. That's so cute," you teased, laughing."

"If you ever call me that, I will kill you with my bare hands."

Even if he didn't find it funny, you didn't take his threat seriously whatsoever. "Yeah, yeah, sure you will."

You expected a retort. You had become so accustomed to his teasing, your petty arguments were a hobby by now. Yet he was…quiet. Just like before when you joked about his father, he shut down. Only this time, you weren't sure why.

He was still staring at his brother, watching as his sister-in-law knelt down on the ground to help Lukas put on his tiny jacket.

"I…I never knew you had a brother," you said, desperate to break the silence.

"I don't talk to him much," he answered curtly. "If I knew he'd be here, I wouldn't have come. He hasn't come to anything in forever, always tied up with his kid, or whatever."

"He seems nice."

"He's a prick," he spat, looking back at you. "A condescending asshole who thinks he's the smartest motherfucker in the room."

Clearly, a nerve had been struck. You stayed quiet. You observed the family from afar, and his sister-in-law just kept staring at you.

"…his wife, she-"

"Just stop." He cut you off. "I've had enough, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind." He grumbled, beginning to quickly walk away. "Come on, we're leaving," I'm over this.

You didn't argue, following him as he walked through the large house. He led you to a large garage filled with a variety of cars and motorcycles.

The keys to each vehicle hung on a pegboard. He looked over them carefully, before grabbing a set of keys.

"You're just…taking someone else's car?" Sure, driving with a busted headlight wasn't safe, but…

"No. I'm taking Leona's car."

"Oh."

Suddenly, you felt much better. Is it really stealing if the keys are right there?

He unlocked it, the lights to a silver sports car flashing. While you wouldn't normally advocate for stealing his sister's car, you weren't about to protest.

It was clear she hadn't driven it much, the car still smelling new. Rennyn started the drive, and as soon as you were off his father's property, he let out a sigh.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"…depends on the favor, but-"

"Don't fuck my brother."

"…What?"

"I take back what I said the other day. Fuck whoever you want. Hell, fuck my dad if you really want to. But please." He looked back at you with unfamiliar sincerity. "Don't fuck my brother."

You weren't sure what to say to the strange request. "I…I wasn't planning on it."

He nodded, leaning back and staring at the road ahead. "Good."

It seemed like this drive would be just as awkward as the first.

Part 7

WE'RE SO BACK

This one took me FOREVER and I was really struggling with some writer's block, but yippee!! I hope you enjoyed it! but holy shit it kicked my ass . i def feel like i know whats happening next tho, teehee! Sorry it took so long, work got so fuckin crazy. Freelancing literally goes from “ooooh I got plany off time” to “AAAAAAH” real fast sometimes

When I first wrote this, I didn't really know who this dude was gonna be, or that he was gonna tie back to my other stories, so other than being a half-elf, not much was mentioned about magic and what not; especially considering the reader in this one isn't able to use magic. But, there's two scenes here that used magic, so that's fun! ;D

Leona using light magic to bust his headlight is iconic. I love her so much. I want her to spit in my mouth. Unrelated, but thought id share.

also, the plotline with his brother was mentioned in his OG story awhile ago. if you wanna spoil yourself, go read that. if you dont, then...don't read that. but if you know...oh boy. yep.

AS ALWAYS THANK U FOR READINGGGGGGGGGG

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[faeriefag]

listen, as problematic as it might be irl, there really is something to the idea of being bullied by a guy because he likes you.

a dynamic where this bully is maybe closeted, even to himself, but something about this nerd is making him feel... something. something even his own girlfriend can't make him feel. he's curious about him, but scared of it all. he wants to touch him, so he pushes him against a locker. he wants to see him naked, so he pantses him. he wants to get closer, so he gets him drunk.

why is being so close to him, as this guy is beet red from liquor and giggling, that he gets unmistakably hard. the kinda hard where he feels himself get hot, twitch, and strain. he's waiting for this guy to say something, anything that might give him a reason to beat him. but when he finally does, and he tackles him down onto the couch, he can't help but feel his cock brush against him and he stifles back a whimper. and now the fag is laughing? he dares to laugh at the guy who's been making his life a living hell?

if only he could find a way to shut the little bastard up..

[kiddo-princess]

if anyone wants to be my possessive tsundere bully … I wouldn’t be opposed. If anyone wants to call me a loser at school but tell me how pretty I am when we’re alone… umm. also if you wanna shove me into a locker or corner me in the restroom.. that would be fine. it’s not like I’m brave enough to fight back…

[espiritudulce]

The Way You Look at Me

Scott Barringer x Nerd!Reader | Enemies to Lovers | Camp Horizon | MLM

Summary : You and Scott Barringer never got along – constant teasing, mocking, and a rivalry everyone in Camp Horizon knows about. But when you’re forced to spend time together, you begin to realize that hate and something else can feel dangerously close.

Pairing: Scott Barringer x Nerd!Reader (MLM, so male pov!) Genre:: Enemies to Lovers, angst, slow-burn tension, hurt/comfort Warnings: bullying, verbal aggression, internalized homophobia, angst Word Count: 3461

Author's note: This one is longer than my other fan fiction, but I put so much effort into it. I’ve added these little bow dividers throughout the story so it’s not too overwhelming — you can use them as a marker if you need to stop reading and come back later. I hope you enjoy it, and I’d love any feedback!

When I am about to head back to my cabin, Scott Barringer steps into my path, forcing me to stop. Of course, it’s him – that mischievous smirk on his handsome face, the way his eyes flick down at me like I’m something beneath him.

It isn’t the first time I have caught his attention. I roll my eyes, but the air instantly shifts - what had been just another boring day at Camp Mount Horizon now feels heavy, charged with hostility that clings between us like a stormy cloud.

Since my very first day here, I’ve noticed how Scott seems to single me out. He mocks, he provokes, he goes out of his way to make my life miserable. And for what reason, I have no idea. God knows why he’s chosen me.

He leans with his shoulder back at the door frame, crossing his arms like he owns this place. The smirk on his face doesn’t fade, if anything, it just deepens when he notices my annoyance, which is emphasised by the way I roll my eyes. 

“Well, well, well… look who we’ve here. The little nerd boy,” he drawls, voice low and taunting. “Looks like someone wants to go back to his little cabin. To do what? Reading some books or writing in your precious little diary, you keep all to yourself?”

I swallow hard back but keep my chin lifted. “Move Scott.”

He chuckles and shakes his head along with his chuckling like it’s the funniest thing ever that I stand up for myself in front of him. His eyes narrows slightly and, in his piercing, blue eyes, forms something deeper - not just cruelty but something deeper.

“You think you are so much better than anyone else here, don’t you?”, he accuses me and takes a step closer. “Walking around here, in a place full of troubled teenagers, thinking you are smarter and don’t belong here.” When he stepped closer, close enough for me to feel the heat, radiating off from his athletic Body, my pulse accelerates in my throat.

His behaviour just should make feel threatened - and it does. But there is also something else in the way his gaze lingers on me, something he quickly covers with another mocking laugh.

“Don’t be too scared,” he tells me with a voice that seems too soft for a bully. “I’m just making sure that you don’t forget your place.”

When I was about to snap back and open my mouth, he brushes away from me, and his shoulder collides hard and deliberated with mine. I flinch to the side, while he remains in his straightening but also intimidating posture. But when I glance back, his smile flatters away for a moment, and his expression, looks …. conflicted. 

Confused, I frown, trying to make sure I’m interpreting his expression correctly - but not even a second later he shakes his head and slips back into his default facial expression. He clenches his jaw on last time, when our eyes meet. I just roll my eyes and wonder why I even looked back. He is just an ignorant and bullying idiot, who thinks he can stomp on me like I am an insect. 

After he goes away, I release a breath I didn’t even realise I was holding in. 

The next day, I vow to myself that I will stand up to Scott. I’ve had enough of playing the whiny boy who just swallows his cruel comments or runs away crying. At the mere thought of him, I can almost feel my blood start to boil.

I make my way to the cafeteria for breakfast. There, I place my theoretical physics book — crammed with my annotations and sticky notes — on one of the tables in the wooden-walled room. I get in line, and out of the corner of my eye I see Scott waiting behind me, his back turned. He’s casually flirting with Shelby. Maybe this is my lucky day, and he’ll leave me alone. My face is a nonchalant façade, signalling that I want to be by myself.

I reach out for the last plate of my favourite dish here — strawberry shortcake. It’s rare we ever get it for breakfast. I can’t hide a smile as I pick it up to place it on my own tray. But then I feel a tug on the plate. I glance to the side — and it’s Scott.

“Paws off, this one’s mine,” he declares, his voice edged with annoyance.

Normally, I would roll my eyes and give in. But not today.

“I had it first,” I reciprocate, an undercurrent of anger in my voice. My fingers curl tighter and more possessively around the plate. I don’t break eye contact to let him know that I mean it.

He looks surprised at first, but it doesn’t last long. His smirk deepens mischievously. “Look what we have here. The little nerd wanting the strawberry cake, how cute,” he mocks in a loud tone, consciously inviting the whole cafeteria of teenagers to eavesdrop on our little chatter. On one hand, some of the students chuckle and laugh with him — including Shelby, who giggles, probably trying to kiss his ass. On the other hand, others look away in embarrassment.

I feel my blood beginning to boil, and I pull the plate toward me. However, Scott tightens his grip when he realizes I am not obeying his commands. I grit my teeth in response. I can’t lose now… no! I must draw a border, show him that I am no longer participating in being the damn victim of his mockeries and bullying.

“I said paws away,” he snarls. I feel all gazes on us. They probably think we are crazy and childish for fighting over a piece of cake. But for me, it’s more. I can finally prove to the other students, to Scott, and maybe even to myself, that I can show strength.

Scott intimidates me, but I don’t give up. No t this time. I put my free hand on his wrist and squeeze with all the force I can. “And I said I had it first,” I hiss back.

I know Scott is much stronger than me, since he is one of the most athletic guys in the camp and I wouldn’t even touch a football from three miles away.

For a moment, surprise flashes across his face because he didn’t see my action coming. But then he goes back to his angry façade. His other free hand grabs my wrist - of the hand that holds Scott’s one- painfully, his knuckles turning white. I put my hand away from the plate to pull him away from my other hand. 

“Fcking idiot. God…” The words slip out through clenched teeth as I try to pull free. His grip only tightens.

Scott leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “You think you’re tough now, huh? Just because you grew a backbone over a damn piece of cake?” His voice drips with mockery, but there’s an edge in it — sharp, brittle.

I glare up at him. His face is right there, closer than it should be. For a split second, I see something in his eyes — not just anger. Something else. He kills it right away, jaw locking, smirk snapping back.

“You’re pathetic,” he spits, louder now, for the cafeteria to hear. “No wonder no one wants to sit with you. Who’d ever want you?”

The words hit harder than his grip, and my chest knots. Around us, a few students laugh nervously, but others shift uncomfortably in their seats. Scott’s still holding me, still leaning in too close, like he needs to prove something — not just to me, but to himself.

I swallow hard, forcing the words out: “At least I don’t need an audience to feel important.” My voice is low, but steady.

For a second, his face shifts. His nostrils flare, the smirk falters. His eyes — furious, almost panicked — hold mine. Like I’ve seen something I shouldn’t.

Then he rips his hand off me like my skin burned him.

“Y/n. Scott. Both in my office. Now.” His tone leaves no room for argument. Ugh, not this now… I sigh and follow, Scott trailing behind me.

Peter gives us one of his long lectures, about how childish our behaviour is, how disappointed he is in me specifically, since I’m supposed to be one of the best students at Mount Horizon. I sit there with an outraged expression, about to argue, but Peter raises a hand and cuts me off.

“Y/n, please. I don’t need any excuses,” he says, clearly annoyed. I cross my arms, sinking back into the chair. To my side, Scott chuckles — actually chuckles — because he finds it hilarious that I got hushed like that. His stupid smirk makes me want to throw the chair at him. I roll my eyes instead.

“Since you both argue like children but can’t seem to avoid each other’s presence, like two magnets with the same poles—”

“Uh, actually, it’s magnets with different poles that attract, and same poles repel so- “

Peter shoots me a look so serious I snap my mouth shut instantly. Fine. No physics lesson here.

“Anyway,” he continues, “since you can’t manage to stay out of each other’s hair, you’re going to learn to work together instead of tearing each other down. Tomorrow

morning, both of you will go into the woods and collect firewood for the cabins. As a team. No excuses.”

My stomach sinks. Firewood duty. With Scott Barringer. Great.

We both started arguing with Peter that we don’t want this, and he just says with a friendly smile: “See, its working you both have the same opinion, that’s a beginning.”

The next day, I wait at the edge of the forest, arms crossed, backpack strapped tight. My stomach twists with unease, but I force myself to keep a neutral face. The trees look endless, swallowing the path ahead in green shadows. Great. Hours of this — with him.

Of course, Scott shows up late. Typical. He strolls up like he owns the world, hands in his pockets, that smug grin plastered across his face. He doesn’t even bother to apologize.

“You look excited,” he says, sarcasm dripping off every word.

I roll my eyes. “Let’s just get this over with.”

We step into the woods, silence stretching between us, broken only by the crunch of twigs under our boots. The air feels heavier with him beside me, like every step is a challenge.

After a while, I spot a decent-sized log and crouch to lift it, my muscles straining. Before I can get a grip, Scott nudges past me and yanks it up with ease, tossing it 

over his shoulder. He smirks, as if showing off.

“Careful, nerd,” he mocks. “Wouldn’t want you to break your delicate arms.”

I grit my teeth. “Yeah, thanks for the concern,” I snap, grabbing a smaller branch. My voice wavers, but I keep going. “You don’t have to prove you’re stronger every damn 

second.”

Scott slows down, glances at me — something flickers across his face, quick, unreadable. He masks it right away with another grin.

“Maybe I just like watching you get worked up,” he says, voice low.

Heat crawls up my neck. I don’t know if it’s anger or something else. I try to shake it away. As much as I want to be stubborn and won’t speak a word with him, I know that maybe this is the chance to speak with him and try to find out what his problem is with me. Or in the best case to finally persuade him that he should let me alone.

During our walk into the woods, I notice how he purposely takes long strides with his legs just so he doesn’t have to walk beside me. Ugh, why does he have to make everything so complicated?

I speed up my steps to catch up with him. “God, wait. I don’t know the way,” I confess.

A smirk draws across his face. “And hows that my problem?”

“It is your problem, because when I get lost, Peter will blame you for my absence,” I explain. “And between ourselves, do you really want me to wander around disoriented in a forest, just because you’re too stubborn to let me walk next to you?” I add, my voice carrying a hint of playfulness.

I know he won’t match it — he never does, since bullying me is his favorite hobby — but it’s worth a try. Maybe, just maybe, I can get closer to the reason why he hates me so much.

Scott slows his stride for a second, his smirk faltering — just for a heartbeat. “You really think I’d let you get lost?” he mutters, voice lower, almost defensive. Then, just as quick, the grin snaps back. “Don’t get used to it, nerd.

I frown in confusion. I had expected everything … but not this. Did I hear right? Scott Barringer, the most annoying, most immature, childish boy I know, just said something that sounded almost like niceness - something I never thought him capable of. I stop walking, and so does he when he notices me standing still.

“How do you mean that?” I ask, curiosity mixed with confusion in my voice.

He lets out a sigh, already regretting what he said, probably. “Do I have to spell it out for you?” he sasses.

“Yes, go on.” I reciprocate, looking up at him with the expectation of an answer. He looks down at me, and for a moment his expression is unreadable.

Unconsciously, I lick my lips because they feel dry. Yet this insignificant gesture doesn’t go unnoticed by him - his eyes flicker down to my lips, and for a second his expression softens. But then, unexpectedly, he clenches his hands into fists, anger flashing across his face. He confuses me even more.

He suddenly turns to the side and stomps deeper into the forest. I hurry to catch him, but he’s faster.

“For god’s sake, wait! What is your damn problem, and why the hell are you walking away so mad? I did nothing!” I yell, hoping he will stop.

He halts abruptly. For a moment, he doesn’t turn, but then he does - and approaches me with long strides, anger radiating off him.

“Fuck, you are such an idiot, you know that?” he growls. “Can you fucking stop with that?” he says, though it sounds more like a command.

“What the hell do you mean?” I yell back. His outburst intimidates me, but I force myself to act brave. “Tell me! What do I do that pisses you off so much?” My voice is sharp, demanding.

“Stop playing dumb,” he snaps, his voice rising. “You- you … you know what I mean. Stop confusing me.” The words sound like they’re choking him, as if it’s physically painful to force them out.

“In what way? You confuse me all the time! I did literally nothing. Since my first day you’ve hated me, and I don’t know why. And now you have the audacity to say I confuse you?”

His jaw clenches once, twice - his rage growing impossibly stronger. “Goddamn it. It’s the way you walk around and -“He stops himself.

“And what? Talk to me.” My voice rises again, impatient. Heavy raindrops begin to fall, though I hadn’t even noticed the sky had turned grey.

“Is it because I get better grades?” I push, my voice sharp.

“I wish. But no - it’s not about some stupid grades.” He glances away, then back down at me, our hair already damp with rain. “It’s about - it’s about … the way you look at me… for example.”

His words hang heavy in the air. Silence follows, thick and almost unbearable.

After a long pause, I finally whisper, “And how do I look at you?” My voice is quieter this time. I want to say That makes no fucking sense, but I know arguing with him now would be useless.

“How do you look at me?” he repeats, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk. “Like some lost puppy. Like you’re waiting for me to pat you on the head or something. Pathetic.”

His words sting, but for a split second before the smirk, and I cloud swear I saw something like fear in his eyes.

I swallow hard and keep my chin lifted.

“If I’m pathetic, then why can’t you stop noticing me?”

The words slip out before I can stop them. My voice shakes, just a little, but it’s enough to wipe the smug look off his face for a heartbeat.

His jaw tightens. He looks at me like he wants to rip me apart for daring to say it, but he doesn’t answer. And that silence screams louder than any insult he’s ever thrown at me.

The rain keeps falling harder around us. All I can hear is his breathing that is rough, uneven.

“Because you are… you are different,” Scott said, his voice is nearly a low growl. “You look at me, like you see right through me. Like you know things.”

He steps closer, invading my personal space. His eyes are wild, his breath coming faster.

“And I don’t like it…,” he whispers, his voice rough. “I don’t like feeling seen through. I don’t like feeling… in that way.”

He raises his hands and approaches my cheek, I am lost in his eyes, and so is he in mine. He nearly strokes my cheek but then abruptly lets his hand fall, like he got burnt from my skin. He takes a step back and turns his back to me. 

I hear the rain like a heartbeat that only beats between us.

Scott stands there, with his back facing me, but I notice how his shoulders are trembling slightly.

“Scott…,” my voice breaks the silence, like a faint breath. But he doesn’t turn around. Not immediately. 

“I don’t,” he finally reciprocates and growls the words slightly. “I don’t want to... I can’t …,” he grits his teeth and clenches his hands into fists. He seems like he is struggling between two options... like a dilemma.

Finally, he turns around abruptly. His blue eyes shimmer in the rain and his damp blond hair lingers on his forehead. “I hate it,” and there is no anger in his voice, only confused desperation. “I hate it that I need you to see who I really am… and that I can’t see it on my own.”

He takes a step closer, but stops then, seeming like he is afraid that the world will broken, when he touches me. “I don’t know… I really don’t know if I can understand that.” My expression softens and my heart aches when I see him in this vulnerable state, since he is always this athletic, cool, tough guy.

And in that moment - between my pounding heart in my chest and raindrops - I realise the whole truth - that he doesn’t hate me because I am a stupid nerd … it’s because a part of him, and I don’t know how big this part is, is longing for me. All that, the mocking, teasing, bullying, was only a self-protect mechanism.

I place my hand on his, not to push him, but to show him that it's okay to be seen. My heart is pounding against my chest, and I feel a warmth spreading in my torso. “It’s okay to feel that… to be seen. I am here for you,” I softly say. 

Scott closes his eyes for a moment and breathes in and out. When he opens his eyes, his expression has softened, and he steps closer. He reaches out his trembling hand to hold the back of my neck. My breath hitches, and I blush while my pulse races.

“Got a cat your tongue?” He asks with a small smirk, that brings my knees to feel weak. 

“Says the right one,” I tease back, while his other free hand starts cupping my cheek and he brushes with his thumb tenderly over my cheek.

“How do you mean that?” he asks with an amused smile on his lips. 

“You needed so long to finally see that someone like me isn’t as bad as you thought, huh?” I answer. His hand slides from my cheek to my waist, and he crushes my body to his. I let out a soft gasp, trying to compose myself.

“No,” he shakes his head, he leans closer, his lips mere away from mine. “Not someone like you… exactly you… because you are the only thing I crave.” He whispers softly. 

And finally, he kisses me, and I melt in. it’s a kiss that holds promises, desires and love. He pours all the love, and so do I.

the end <3

[justaguydoingmanlythings]

Happy birthday, Faust!!! 🎉٩( ˃▿˂ )۶🎉

Based off of “The Deal” an original work series by Knifemare

@deadbeatdiabolist