#rush week

I’m finally trying digital. I just gave up on some parts of the drawing like his jeans and eye lol

You develop a special sort of bond with a guy when you've swapped bodies and you're touching each other's dick. It's the justification that Sigma Epsilon Chi gave for their partnership with Cuerpo Inc. during rush week, and I had to admit it makes sense. More to the point, Sig-Ep is THE frat to be in, so I knew I was going to do whatever it took to become a member, hazing be damned.

My face has never been much to look at-- my ears have always been huge, my hair is hopelessly curly, and I think my features are more rugged than handsome. I certainly don't have legacy money or family connections. I pledged with the hope that my muscles or my vibes would get me a ticket in, and I was so relieved to get that offer letter.

They said the house would swap bodies at random for the weekend, but I know that the machinery they use allows you to specify certain swaps and randomize others. I was convinced one of the upperclassmen will be taking my body while I ended up in some twig body for maximum embarrassment... and I wasn't wrong.

Henry is... he's a good guy, honestly. His parents are loaded and he can eat damn near anything and it doesn't affect his figure. I've never been fashion forward, so having access to his closet has been wild. The guy actually owns a sewing machine! He's also one of those guys who is never seen without product in his hair-- he actually left me instructions on how to take care of it. I can only imagine what he's gonna do in my low maintenance body-- all I own are tank tops and gym shirts. I'm half-expecting to come back to a new wardrobe and a manicure. But holy hell, the dude is thin and lanky in ways I didn't think was possible. I hope he enjoys having some actual meat on his bones.

The biggest thing is that Henry is gay. Which, you know, that's totally cool by me! More chicks for the rest of us. But once I was put into his body, seeing all of my fellow bros roaming around shirtless and feeling up their new muscles... I don't know how Henry can wear these skinny jeans all the time. I was rock-hard within minutes and it physically hurt to have my new eight inches constrained by denim. I almost feel guilty, giving him the shorter end of the stick.

I'm pretty sure Henry is an insatiable bottom, so all of that size seems wasted but... what can you do? Anyway, we're allowed to hook up this weekend as long as we use condoms and... when else am I gonna have this opportunity, you know? If I don't take this chance, I'm gonna be consumed by the 'what if's forever. Also the part where I'm horny as fuck in his body.

Lucky for me, whoever ended up in Joey's body was giving me the side-eye the whole time we were at the opening mixer, so I don't think it will take much effort to get my dick wet. His body has the type of smooth skin I've always envied, and I'm honestly jealous at how handsome his face looks. He's got a dirty blonde dye job that plays into his charm, and his muscles are... well, they might be bigger than mine. My real muscles, anyway.

"You wanna head upstairs to my room?" Joey asked, grabbing my bulge in his hand. He flashed a dazzling grin, and I could feel myself swooning from the confidence. God, I wanted him so bad. But Joey was just a Sophomore, which meant he still had one of the smaller bedrooms.

"My room," I said, shaking my head. A thought crossed my mind, and once again I figured I may as well follow the impulse. I threw my arms around Joey's neck and jumped into his arms. He stumbled a bit, but pretty soon his arms were hooked underneath my body to support my weight. So many of my friends back home did that all the time, and now I understood why they found it addicting. I leaned in close enough for him to feel the heat of my breath as I whispered into his ear, "I want you inside me."

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"I really needed that," I said, putting some clothes back on after the most intense session of my life. "Can't say that I had ever imagined getting fucked by a man before, but, uhh... I enjoyed it, it was good. Hopefully that was good for you, too?" I could feel myself starting to blush. "I've never been a gay man before, but I think I got the hang of it there at the end."

"Bro, you were great, don't even worry about it," Joey said, resting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "But, uhh... what do you mean, you've never been a gay man before?"

I paused, trying to figure out whether or not he was messing with me. "I mean... I'm in Henry's body right now? It's me, Matty. I'm not actually gay. But, you know... when in Rome."

He just laughed at me. "Bro, that's not how it works. Attraction is all in the brain. Like... yeah, the real Henry is out and proud, but you being in his body doesn't make you gay. If you were into that, you've always been into dudes. You were just too afraid to admit it."

His face was all smiles, but his words felt like a punch to the gut. "Wait, but... I can't be gay, I've had girlfriends, I..." I tried to come up with some sort of defense, but nothing came to mind. I thought I was caught up in what other guys looked like because I was jealous. Was that just some warped form of attraction? "Are you sure the swap works like that?"

Joey wrapped me in a warm hug. "I'm sure. Sorry, bro. Didn't mean to give you a existential crisis. I thought you knew. You may not be gay, if it helps? You might be, like... Bi or Pan instead. And no one's gonna make you pick a label right away. Take your time, see what feels right."

He had a point. Being attracted to dudes wasn't limited to just gay men. And anyway, it's not like being gay would be a bad thing. I just... I didn't think it was me. "Hey, thanks bro," I said, hugging him back. "And... sorry if I sounded insulting. There's nothing wrong with being gay, I just didn't think... well, I'll definitely have to figure out my, uhh... my truth, I guess."

I started lowering my hands back down to his ass, and pretty soon we were making out again. "Hey, are you sure this is what you want?" Joey asked, pausing as I started to strip again. "Feels like you're moving fast, and I want to make sure you're not, like... pressured or whatever."

"Yeah, I'm sure," I replied, smiling at him. "You're the one who told me to see what feels right. That was my first time having sex with a dude, and it felt pretty good. So I think I'm gonna have sex with a guy for a second time. See what happens."

♡Title: Rush Week

♤Character: Johnny

◇Relationship: Acquaintances

♧TW: Slight Blood

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It has been a year since the Sawyer Family incident. I had to witness the worst horrors I had ever seen. Watching all of my friends die due to the hands of those psychopaths, me being the only one to make it out alive. My survival was because of a single family member. Johnny.

Johnny had kept me alive in the Sawyer house, chaining me up in the basement like some sort of pet. The thought alone would send me straight into a panic attack.

I only got out due to a mistake on their halt. A handcuff that wasn't locked just right. I saw the chance, and I took it, never looking back at the horror home.

Once I was out, I was on the cover of every newspaper in town. Maybe even the world. 'Survivor Escapes Serial Killers' read every headline. Every radio would stop music just to tell my story.

Cops went to look for the family just to not find a thing. It was like they vanished. Some people didn't believe me, saying I was nothing but a frod who wanted to make money off of my friends' disappearances.

After a while, it all started to slow down. People stopped recognizing me in public, and I never heard about my story. I also never heard any updates about finding the family.

I decided I would be better off with other people, choosing to stay in a sorority house with a group of girls. They didn't know about my past, but I had speculations that they did and just didn't bring it up.

It wasn't hard to tell that I had problems, to say the least. I would wake up screaming all throughout the night. I'm surprised they never complained but just assumed they felt bad for me. I would completely freeze every time I saw a knife. I never went into the kitchen when someone was cooking. On top of all of that, I would see him. Johnny, in the corner of my eyes all the time. It started off slow, but lately, it's been even more. I would see a shadow of dark hair flash outside the window, or I'll see him on the corner of the street when driving. No matter how many pills I took, I just couldn't get away from him.

This night, in particular, was a hard one. I sat on the edge of my bed, looking down at the scars on my wrists from being held captive for so long. I felt like I had seen Johnny multiple times in just one day.

That's when I heard a blood curdling scream come from outside. My head shot up, looking towards my door.

"Did you hear that?" One of the girls peaked her head into my room.

"I did." I slowly stood up from the bed, my eyes never leaving the doors.

"Somethings wrong." The girl entered my room, standing close to me.

"Someone call the cops!" I heard a different girl shout from just down the stairs. Her yells panicked and fast before more screaming.

"Oh shit." I whispered under my breath, feeling the familiar fear deep in my stomach, making it turn and shift.

The girl who was in the room with me went to the door, slowly opening it so she could see outside. The second the door was open, a knife slashed right across her neck. I let out a panicked scream as her body went limp and fell to the floor. A large boot stepped over her corpse along with a hand, pushing the door all the way open.

"No... no, not you. It can't be." I could hardly even speak as my voice shook and cracked.

Right before me was no other than Johnny. He had found me. He wore a new jacket that seemingly didn't have anything under it, along with his usual slicked back black hair. His face had the recognizable scar that went right above his large and menacing smile. Blood dripped from the knife in his hands, along with it being splattered all over him.

"Baby. You have no idea how long I've been looking." He walked into the bedroom, turing to latch the door behind him.

I used that small distraction as a chance to run for it, going for the bathroom door that connected with another bedroom. An arm snaked around my waist just before I got to the door, lifting me up and throwing me down onto my bed. Johnny stood by the side of the bed, looking down at me with his wide smile.

"You're just as pretty as the day I lost you." He leaned forward, his knee pressing against the bed as I got on top of me. His lips lightly kissed my neck while his hands held onto my sides. I couldn't move, I couldn't get away from him.

"You... you have to get out. The other girls, they're calling the cops." I said, trying to get him to leave. He chuckled in my ear before giving my cheek a kiss.

"They're not calling anybody." He kissed to my nose, my forehead, and eventually got to my lips.

"Yes, they are!" I pulled my head to the side so he couldn't kiss me.

"Baby." His hand grabbed onto my jaw, pulling my head back to face him.

"They're all dead." He whispered to me before pressing his lips against mine.

"No... no, they can't." My voice sounded more a whimper as I felt my trauma happening all over again.

"They are." Johnny said, pressing light kisses onto my lips between his words. "Now I get you all to myself."

He pressed his lips more firmly against mine, demanding me to kiss back. He pulled back once he realized I wasn't kissing back.

"I'll make you a deal, hmm?"

"I don't want a deal with you." I tried pushing him off only for him to push me further into the bed.

"You come back home with me, and I'll treat you better, or you could run off again and go through the exact same thing. I'll kill every single person in your life." His hand was cupping my face while his thumb lightly rubbed my cheek in a soothing manner.

"You'll treat me better?" I asked. I know that I should scream and run, but he already killed all the other sorority girls, and I know he isn't lying when he says he would do it again.

"You don't need to be held captive in the basement. You can roam free, as long as you don't go off the property." Johnny said, his eyes looking into mine with a need. "I'll treat you well and eventually make you part of the family."

"Make me part of the family?" I repeated.

"Y/N, I'm going to marry you one day." He said with a matter of a fact tone. Johnny was determined, and I could see it in his eyes. He would stop at nothing to get me in his arms once more.

"I..." My voice stuttered as I looked into his eyes. The choice was a hard one for sure, but at the end of the day, I would rather protect the ones I love. Even if I have to go back with him. "Deal."

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Rush week Johnny 🤭🤭🤭

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I've never made character sheets before XD but btw while I finish commissions and art trades I'll show you my insert for TCM, Ruby meets Johnny during the Rush Week events But they met in a peculiar way