#I was on the first floor for a good 15 minutes missing my class

[serenhob]

Had a battle with a lift and finished this

[ladyylesbian]

Sorority Rules (18+)

Pairing: dom!wandanat x sub!fem!original character

Summary: ‘New Year, New Me’ can start in September...right?

Warnings: MINORS DNI! Pet names, mommy kink, daddy kink, reader has a name? (Honestly idk anymore, tell me if I missed something?)

Word Count: 11.2k

A/N: This really was just me proving something to myself, but I hope you enjoy it all the same :) Continuation of this story is on AO3

you do not have permission to translate/repost my works anywhere! all mistakes are mine and mine alone. likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome & appreciated <3

Freshman year left you beat down on the floor. You had been roomed with a girl named Hela. The two of you had hit it off instantly. In fact, you spent so much time together that everyone would know if they found one of you, then they could find the other nearby, definitely helped that you somehow had the exact same class schedule. By the end of the first semester, Hela asked you out and one week later, she asked you to be her girlfriend. 

What was the happiest month turned dark and lonely. Hela spent more and more of her time focused on her sorority since being officially accepted. She had set completely insane restraints on you. You had to text her every hour whenever you were apart, it didn’t matter that she wouldn’t acknowledge your messages. She even would rarely show up at the dorm room to sleep, claiming that the sorority house was where she needed to be, but demanded a picture of you in bed every night. 

You had long since given up expecting to see her anywhere but during classes, however, when she sat down with the other girls in her sorority looking you right in the eyes as she did, you finally broke. That was your time together and she was so obviously picking them.

That only snowballed into her eating lunch in the quad with them too. She took you to a few sorority parties and introduced you to her ‘favorite person’ and sorority big sister, Carol. The two were attached at the hip which quickly left you to nurse a drink off in the corner. 

You didn’t have the backbone to say anything, blindly hoping she would realize how much she missed you and run back.

It wasn’t until right before the end of year finals that Hela had stayed back in the dorm room once again. The two of you would study nonstop and laugh and joke. Everything you had spent months wishing for was happening. The girl you liked was back.

After finishing your last final before Summer break, you waited for her in the hallway. Less than 15 minutes later she pushed open the classroom door and stepped out. You locked eyes and she rushed up and gave you a hug. “Thank you so much, Madelyn. I really could not have passed these finals without you.”

Smiling warmly at the raven haired girl, “Always. It’s you and me all the time. I couldn’t show up to sophomore year without you next to me.”

Her eyes fell downwards before slowly reaching yours again. “About that, Madelyn, I think we should end things. You are just in such a different place than me and I am changing my major, so we won’t be in the same classes anyways. Not to mention, you can really blow up my phone and I am just not into that. But thank you so much for the help this year.” You can’t help but stare at her wide eyed, blinking repeatedly as you try to process her words. She pats your cheek before turning around and walking down the hall “Have a good summer!”

The only thought running thought your mind is ‘what the fuck.”

-

You cannot believe this day is finally here, sophomore year of college. After a thoroughly disastrous freshman year, you are determined to completely turn your life around. A new roommate, new classes, if you can be picky, then hopefully a solid friend group will be thrown in there too. 

It was still a few days before the actual first day of classes, but you wanted to get into your new dorm and settle in. There were quite a lot of other students with the same idea, all unpacking their parents cars that were stuffed full. You quickly paid the taxi driver and hopped out the back seat. He opened the trunk and lifted your suitcase onto the road. 

Dragging your bag up the sidewalk and settling in the line waiting for the booth to find your new dorm room and collect the room key. You look around, wondering if your new roommate is in this same crowd, thinking if her parents are holding back tears as they hug her goodbye. 

Thankfully, before you can stumble too far down that path, you reach the front of the line. “Name and year?” 

“Oh, uh, Madelyn Andrews. Sophomore.” She flips through the pages and finds your name with ease. Looking down into her organized box of keys, she picks up on set, “Room 616.”

With a soft smile, you accept the key and head towards the sophomore dorms.

Thankfully, there’s an elevator in all the dorm buildings once you’re no longer a freshman. You always joked that it was the university’s way of hazing the entire freshman class. 

The slow elevator had you wondering if you could have walked the stairs and ended up there faster, but eventually, opened onto the sixth floor. You held your breath as you walked up to your door. 

Pressing your ear against the wooden surface and straining to try and hear any movement. It sounded completely empty inside. With a quick ‘thank you’ to the skies above, you push the key into the lock and turn, opening the door. 

Unsurprisingly, it is the same layout as your freshman year dorm, not that you were superstitious, but in the spirit of completely turning your life around you opted for the bed on the right this time.

It didn’t take more than an hour for you to put away your clothes and set up the small mementos of your friends from back home. Walking back over to your suitcase, you pull out a small blanket that barely is long enough to cover your legs and hide it under your pillow. 

Laying on your new bed and scrolling your university’s Instagram page, trying to find something to do that can pass the time. That’s when you see there is an early bird trivia event being hosted at the student center in ten minutes. 

Taking a second to think, you come to the conclusion that this is the perfect chance to meet new people. Reinvent yourself as someone social, someone beyond only one friend turned girlfriend. 

Softly pushing yourself off the elevated bed, you walk over to the shared closet and pull out your favorite white crew neck in case the temperature drops after sunset. With an unbalanced turn, you spin around and pull on your black and gray checkered vans. Hopping over to the mirror to give yourself a fast once over then heading straight out the door.

It’s only a short walk to the student center from your dorm this year, which you’re thankful for, perfect for meeting new people. 

Remembering how heavy the student center door is, you pull hard on the handle. The universe must be laughing at you because that seemed to be the wrong choice. The usually heavy door was light this year and you have just thrown the door as wide as it would go, causing a decently loud sound. 

A few students near the door look at you, but thankfully the other students further into the building haven’t seemed to notice a thing. Which is where the trivia is being held, so you awkwardly walk through the doors and inside.

“Hello, welcome to early bird trivia: musicals. Are you joining a team or registering a new one?” states a wide eyed brunette woman. 

“Oh, I didn’t know we had to have a team..” you begin to look around for anyone you might vaguely recognize. “Not a worry, dear. We have another girl looking for a team too. You two can partner up.” She starts to wave over a blonde, who’s smiling bigger than you would think possible.

She continues, “This is..” she pauses waiting for you. “Madelyn.” 

“And she needs a team as well. So, what will the team name be?”

Before you even have a moment to think of something clever, the blonde speaks up, “Mac n Cheese Lovers.” You cannot help but snort at her abruptness. The brunette hands you a paper and pencil to write down your answers on, “Good luck ‘Mac n Cheese Lovers.”

Following the blonde over to a table near the smoothie bar along the left wall, as she sits down she introduces herself, “Hey. My name is Yelena. I hope you like Mac n Cheese or this team name will be super awkward,” she snickers.

You shake your head slightly, “The name is perfectly fitting. I’m a huge fan,” you laugh, “My name is Madelyn. It’s nice to meet you. So what year are you in?”

“Sophomore,” the blonde replies, “How about you?”

“Same, sophomore.” The two of you continue with small talk for a couple minutes until you hear the game host start speaking. He gives a quick introduction of his name and lets everyone know he’s the student activity director, so he plans all university approved events. Which leads him to a quick warning that means no drinking or drugs at these events since he’s required to report them to the Dean. Then, he gets into the trivia rules.

Once he finishes, Yelena leans over to you, “We have to win. Or at least beat my annoying sister and her girlfriend.” 

You raise your eyebrow at the woman, “If you knew people, how come you didn’t team up with them?”

She waves off your question before pointing them out, “See those two redheads? That’s them. They are insufferable at any sort of competition. We need to show them up and win, so I hope you’re a musical lover because I am most certainly not a musical theater major,” she chuckles as she finishes her sentence.

“They do look insufferable,” you agree with the blonde, “and lucky for you, while I am not a musical theater major, I am a lover of Broadway, so get ready to kick some ass.”

Yelena claps you on the back and laughs, “I like you, Madelyn. Let's do this.”

“Okay, everyone, first question. What musical movie has the song ‘It's the Hard-Knock Life’?”

You quickly write down ‘Annie’ on the paper next to the number one as he repeats the first question.

“Second question, the musical Hairspray is set in what American city?”

Once again, you write down ‘Baltimore’ immediately next to the number two as he repeats the question. 

And the process repeats itself all the way to the end. You, unsurprisingly, knew every answer, besides two. Thankfully Yelena seemed very confident in the answers, which led you to learning that while she was not an overall musical lover, she was obsessed with ‘SIX’, claiming ‘they all should have just murdered that idiotic king’. 

By the end, you and Yelena are laughing together and being shushed by other teams around you trying to think. Yelena pays them no mind while she tries to watch and see if her sister and her girlfriend are guessing the answers correctly by the way she’s writing. You tried to tell her that would be impossible to know, but the blonde paid you as little mind as she did the surrounding teams. 

Finally, the host announces for everyone to settle down and starts going over the list of correct answers. Yelena is practically levitating off the seat with how excited she is. Your team got every question right. “Okay everyone, count up your total of correct answers.” He waits a few seconds before beginning again, “raise your hand if your team got more than five correct.”

Faster than lightning, Yelena's hand is in the air, yours follows quickly. “Raise your hand if your team got more than ten correct.” Three other teams' hands go down. “Raise your hand if your team got more than fifteen correct.” Another two teams’ hands lower. Leaving your team, two other teams, and Yelena’s sister’s team, much to the blonde’s annoyance. 

“Raise your hand if you got more than seventeen correct.” One team puts their hands down. “Raise your hand if you got more than eighteen correct.” The other team drops their hands. Making the final two teams, ‘Mac n Cheese Lovers’ and ‘Traitors’, if you were to believe Yelena. 

“Looks like we have a tight race everyone, how exciting, keep your hands up if you got all twenty questions correct.” A moment of tense silence falls over the room, the redheads slowly lower their hands. A loud, piercing scream sounds off beside you, “Yes! Ha! I won! So much for ‘Yelena you don't know anything about musicals. Go find your own team’.” The blonde begins doing her victory dance as you laugh. She grabs your hand and motions for you to victory dance with her. And how could you say no when you are equally excited about the win.

“We have our winners, everyone congratulations to..” the host drags off his sentence.

“Mac n Cheese Lovers!” the two of you say while laughing and dancing together.

“Congratulations to ‘Mac n Cheese Lovers’. Thank you to everyone for coming out and starting off this year with a bang! I will see you at the next activity!” Slowly everyone staggers out of the student center and into the night as you’re exchanging Instagrams with Yelena and saying your goodbyes. 

Not even three steps away from the table, you hear someone speaking to Yelena, “Clearly, you didn’t win with your own lack of knowledge. So, what’s her name?” Not wanting to look back and have them know you’re listening, you keep walking as you hear Yelena reply “Madelyn. Why?”

Cursing yourself for not slowing down because now you’re too far away to keep trying to listen, you look over your shoulder right before walking out the doors. Locking eyes with two pairs of green eyes staring back at you.

-

Spending most of your days walking around campus and figuring out the quickest way to each of your classes, then finding a second route.., and a third route, just in case. Eventually making your way to the cafeteria since it’s the only food place open on campus until classes begin and sitting out in the quad people watching as more and more people arrive. You haven’t met up with the blonde, or the two mysterious redheads, you met at trivia since. However, you are often sending memes back and forth which you take as a small step towards your first new friend of the year. 

It’s officially one day until classes start and you still haven’t met your roommate. You have considered walking back to the welcome booth and asking if you even have a roommate since it’s extremely uncommon to not be moved into the dorms by this time. 

As much as most people would love to strike luck and get a free single, that is the absolute last thing you want. 

The universe finally seems to answer your silent worrying and wishing as you hear someone fumbling with the keys outside your door. Quickly, you hop from the bed and rush to open the door. Coming face to face with a dark haired brunette.

“Oh, good, you’re moved in already!” Taken aback by the woman’s words, your focus shifts between her and the large number of boxes next to her in the hallway.

“Do, uh, do you need help?”

“That’d be great. My name’s Kate. You’re Madelyn, right?”

A wave of shock hits you at hearing someone you’ve never met know your name. Seeing the look on your face causes Kate to laugh. She starts to shimmy inside and you hurriedly move to the side, so she can walk in easier. Once she’s in, you step out of the room and pick up one of the boxes. “It is, yeah. So, where do you want this?”

“You can just throw everything on the bed.”

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to move everything into the small dorm. Laughing as you both try to move around with the now limited floor space since Kate’s bed was quickly filled up with boxes. 

After an offer to help the brunette unpack her things, you figure out she is quite uncaring about her clothes, but she is very particular about her bow. You learn she joined the school archery team last year, but already stands to make captain for her second year. 

She tells you about how last year, on a dare, she hit the bell tower with an arrow. “So, you were the one who caused the crack in the bell tower?” Covering your mouth to try and hide your laugh. She looks at you with wide eyes, “I can’t confirm or deny which clock tower it was.”  

Which only causes you to lose all control and laugh wildly out loud. 

-

Successfully surviving the first four weeks of your second year in college, you get to celebrate at the first football game of the season. Thankfully, Kate is not into the sorority scene like your ex was, so you can go to the game together rather than alone.

With your back against your bed and your feet up the side of the wall, you’re waiting for Kate to get back from her archery practice. She made captain last week which led to you both sneaking out of the dorm at midnight and walking to the nearest pizzeria for a celebratory pizza. Your memory was promptly interrupted by the door slamming into the wall, “Shit. Sorry.”

Laughing at Kate’s mumbled apology to the girls next door who always complain about you two being unnecessarily loud. The brunette throws her sweaty t-shirt at your face which you quickly launch back at her as she softly shuts the door. 

“Hurry up and get ready, Bishop. The game starts in thirty minutes and you smell like a wet dog.”

“Your words are so sweet. Dipped in honey I would say,” Kate’s words laced with sarcasm as she playfully flips you off while kicking off her shoes. 

“Only in honey? You don’t get the soft rose petals or melted chocolate too?” Your words only earn you a deadpan stare from the archer. With a grunt, you push yourself off the wall and sit upright, “Don’t forget that tonight is a black out game, so you need to be in all black to show support.”

“Oh yes, I would hate not to show support. Unfortunately, all my black clothes are currently dirty-”

“I know, which is why I took the liberty of doing our laundry earlier today. Your outfit is laid out on the bed.” You say with a smile and move to make your fingers into the shape of a heart.

Kate can’t help but roll her eyes and laugh, “Of course, you did.” Walking up to her shower bag and picking it up, she heads to the door. “I will be back in no less than 10 minutes, Sargeant,” winking at you, knowing you hate the nickname, before quickly mumbling out, “and thank you for doing my laundry. You’re the best.” and walking out of the room.

Rushing a quick ‘You’re welcome’ out before the door shut. You begin getting dressed yourself, deciding on a black halter top and some black jean shorts with your black high-top converses. Throwing your hair up into a high ponytail, then pulling out your baby hairs so you don’t look like an egg.

True to her word, Kate walks back in 10 minutes later as you put headphones in and stare at the ceiling, you give your roommate privacy to get ready. 

Feeling your headphones ripped out of your ears causes you to face the archer as she smiles, “How do I look? Andrews approved?” Kate stands in front of you in black long sleeve cropped top and blacked ripped jeans.

Jokingly, you raise an eyebrow at her, faking a moment of contemplation before returning the smile, “You look hot. You will definitely grab whoever’s attention you want.”

“I don’t want anyone's attention, '' the brunette scoffs.  

“Sure you don’t and I don’t hope that my 7am professor is sick on Monday,” you retort.

“I don’t even think she is gonna be there,” Kate starts pulling on the sleeves of her shirt, “I don’t think football games are her thing.”

You take a moment to consider what to say. It’s been months since you had a crush on anyone and wanted to try and impress a girl. When you first found out your roommate started crushing on someone, you had been relentless in attempting to have her confess who it was. But as stubborn as you were, Kate was also head strong in keeping her secret. 

“Her loss then. We can post a picture and she’ll see everything she misses out on by skipping the game,” you wink. Linking arms, you and Kate walk out of the dorm and head to the field. 

The first stop you both make is the concession stand since food is the top priority any time the two of you leave the dorm together. Ordering you both an ICEE, yours being coke flavored and Kate’s cherry, and a hot dog each. 

Once arriving at your seats, you turn around and ask the girls behind you if they could take a picture for you. You both hold up your ICEEs, smiling as you cheer for the picture. 

Kate posts the picture on her Instagram, tagging you, and captions the post ‘I’m only here for the ICEEs’.

Quickly commenting ‘and my amazing company’ under her post. Then posting the picture onto your story with hearts underneath.

It’s not until the third quarter that you both finally relent and head to the bathrooms. While standing in line chatting about nothing and everything, the archer tenses beside you and presses herself between you and the wall, “what are yo-”

Kates proceeds to shush you and shrinks further into her hiding spot. Looking around to try and see what has your roommate acting so strange, you come up short since you don’t recognize anyone.

That is until you glance over to the concession line and notice Yelena, who you met your first day back on campus. Quickly turning around to Kate, “Oh, Kate. Do you remember how I told you I met this hilarious girl my first day back?“ You point over to the blonde, “She’s right there. Her name is Yelena.”

The brunette’s face pales suddenly. Worry rushes through you and your eyes immediately start scanning for what’s upset your friend so badly. Until it clicks, “Kate…Oh, Katie,” you start to whisper, “ is Yelena who you have a crush on?”

Her eyes met yours and you can tell you’re right. “I totally know her. I can introduce you if you want. Granted, I haven’t actually spoken with her for over a month, BUT we regularly exchange memes.”

Before Kate could give any response to you, you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around.

“Madelyn, I thought it was you! How have you been?” Yelena says with a big smile on her face.

“I’m great. Settling into my classes and wishing I didn’t sign up for a 7am lecture that I completely don’t understand and will need to find a tutor for, the usual. How about you?”

As the blonde opens her mouth to reply, she notices Kate, “Bishop? Madelyn and Bishop? You two know each other?” .

“Roommates,” You both say at the same time before you continue, “We’re roommates. How do you know Kate?”

“She’s my lab partner,” she leans around you and looks at the brunette, “We have a project coming up and I’ve been meaning to reach out and figure out a time that works for you,” she runs her fingers through her blonde hair nervously.

A sneaky smile goes across your face, realizing that Yelena also seems to have a crush on Kate.

The archer stands up suddenly at her crush’s words, “I have archery practice most days, but I’m free on Tuesdays after 3pm, if that works.” 

Yelena simply smiles back, “Tuesdays are great, except, I’m in class until 4. How about you come to my apartment, it’s five minutes from campus, and we can eat and start our research?”

“Off campus?”

“Yeah, my sister and her girlfriend wanted to have a secluded place away from the sorority and invited me to stay there too.”

You nod, listening to the two speak while also trying to give them privacy by looking anywhere else in the slowest moving restroom line.

Suddenly, Yelena’s phone goes off, “Speaking of the devil,” she answers.

You can’t hear whoever it is super well over the crowd cheering at what must have been the best touchdown of the game but once they quiet down you hear that voice again from trivia night, the redheaded sister of Yelena.

The blonde turns over her shoulder to look near the concession line she just came from, “I just want a coke.” You look over in the same direction as Yelena, “No, I don’t want anything else. I will be right back. I was just saying ‘hey’ to Madelyn and Bishop. Get your underwear out of a twist. I’m heading back now. Bye.”

Your heart leaps out of your chest when you finally notice the redhead in line. Making eye contact with her deep green eyes for longer than normal which causes Kate to nudge your shoulder as it’s finally your turn to walk into the restroom.

“Sorry,” you mumble to your roommate before turning back with one final look, receiving a wink from both women.

Kate gives a quick goodbye to Yelena before she walks away and then pushes you through the door.

Your roommate tries to ask you about it in the restroom, but you firmly shut down that topic and turn the conversation around on her. If you had known her crush was on Yelena, then you would have tried long ago to set them up on a blind date. Which is probably why the brunette didn't say who she was spending her days thinking about.

Making your way back to the seats, thankfully, without running into anyone else, you try to wipe the redhead’s face out of your memory, feeling incredibly embarrassed for your behavior when seeing her. 

The last quarter of the game passes in a blur that you aren’t even aware the game ended until you notice the football players celebrating on the field and groups of people moving around you to leave at the same time. You glance up to the scoreboard and see the score, 30-28, your team winning.

Pulling out your phone, you swipe to pull up Instagram and post the scoreboard to your story, ‘our blood, our sweat, your tears’.

Linking your arm with Kate to make sure neither of you get lost on the way out of the stadium, the cool fall breeze whips at your shoulders the second you make it outside, but you welcome it after squeezing against every sweaty jock trying to get out of the stadium at the same time.

The two of you quietly laugh together when you look back to see people squeezing through the doors you just came through. 

Neither of you are paying attention and accidentally bump into someone, to your dismay it was Yelena’s sister. Your body goes rigid at the sight of her. A scowl on her face until she settles her eyes on you then she gives you a soft smile.

“So, so, so sorry about that. We should have paid more attention.” The redhead’s smile slowly grows bigger as you continue talking. “Sorry again.”

You go to turn away and drag Kate along when you feel a warm hand softly wrap around your bicep, “No, I should be ashamed for not giving you more attention when you’re around,” smirking slightly at you.

A small blush rushes to your cheeks, opening and closing your mouth a few times before giving a gentle nod to the woman before turning around again.

Once you are out of hearing range from the redhead, Kate starts laughing, “Oh, you’re like a fly trapped in the spider's web.”

With a quick glare to your roommate and a prompt slap to the arm, “Shut up.”

-

As you lay on your bed, winding down your night time routine, you decide to scroll Instagram. Liking posts from your roommate and best friend, Kate’s, account. You didn’t think you would get as close to the girl as you had, but the two of you got along surprisingly well. Usually, you would be watching a new episode of Grey's Anatomy together tonight, however, Kate finally gathered her nerves and asked out Yelena, her lab partner, on a date. 

Squealing and bouncing in your tiny dorm room bed, “Shut up! You did it? You finally admitted you have a crush on her?”

“I wouldn’t go that far!” The brunette laughs in response, “I just asked if she would want to go out to the new ax-throwing bar that just opened up.” She throws herself down on her back onto your bed, frowning and sounding much more somber. “But, Madelyn, Yelena asked if we could go this Thursday. She has to go to the sorority party this Friday.”

Moving around until you're laying down shoulder to shoulder with her, “Psh. Don’t even start, you are going and maybe even getting a second date for Friday.” Wiggling your eyebrows at her and shoving your body slightly into her. 

“If that happens, then you’re coming with me. You need to get out and finally move on from your ex.” Placing your hand over your heart, you playfully scoff and wave off a mumbled agreement, trying to steer away from another possible conversation to find out who your ex is.

Smiling as you recall the memory, you suddenly hear the door to your dorm unlock. 

Kate whispers to someone in the hall, who you assume to be Yelena, “Of course, I’d love to. See you tomorrow.”

Quickly, she walks in and immediately places her back on the door to close it. A wide grin on your roommate's face as she looks over to your bed. First kicking off her shoes, then running to jump into your bed. You stare at her, waiting for her to begin.

Kate sighs before exclaiming, “SHE ASKED ME OUT TO THE SORORITY PARTY TOMORROW!” Wrapping your arms around your friend as you jump together over the great news.”Get ready, Madelyn, you and I are going to a party!”

“Wait, Kate,” You pull back to look at her wide eyed, “I thought you were kidding.”

-

The party started at least an hour ago, but because of your indecisiveness on what to wear, which ended up just being a simple v cut blue dress with white high tops. As you both walk up, you stare at the brick house bursting with music. You hear Kate talking, “Party Rules 101. Don’t forget not to go upstairs with anyone. Do not accept a drink from anyone who is not me. I know you will want to leave early, so do not go without telling or texting that you’re heading out either. Okay?”

You blink a few times before you recognize she wants a reply, “Got it.” She smiles at you and takes your hands before walking up the porch steps.

Kate knocks on the white door. You wonder how anyone would be able to hear the knock inside with how loud the music is playing, but not even five seconds later the door is open. The sound of the music makes you take a step back. Anxiety washing over you instantly as you look down. You don’t even hear the words spoken between your friend and the redhead opening the door. 

Kate’s hold on your hand tightens in hopes to reassure you before she pulls you along to step inside. It isn’t until Kate’s other hand waves to get your attention off the floor that you look up and realize both girls are staring at you expectedly. “I’m sorry, what?” you say softly.

The redhead chuckles and repeats herself, “Hi, I’m Wanda and the Vice President here. We have two bathrooms downstairs, one by the kitchen and one by the laundry room. Also, two upstairs just in case. Drinks, of course, are in the kitchen or the backyard. Is there anyone you are looking for that I can direct you towards? Or anything I can get you to drink?”

“I’m looking for Yelena actually. Do you know where she is?” Kate quickly replies. “She’s in the living room playing beer pong,” Wanda points over to her left, “Go right through there and you will find her.”

With lightning speed, Kate drops your hand and rushes off to find the blonde. Your mouth hangs open as you stare off in the direction she flew. 

The redhead laughs as she looks at you before offering her arm, “Can I escort you anywhere?” Glancing around the foyer, you can't recognize anyone, so you nervously agree and link your arm with hers, “I don’t think I know anyone else here, so anywhere you want to go is fine with me.”

A bright smile spreads on the Vice President's face as she guides you out of the foyer and into the backyard to watch someone attempt a keg stand. You can’t help but look stunned as you watch the girl drink. “Would you like to try?” Wanda startles you with the question. Shaking your head no with absolute certainty that you could never have arm strength or lung capacity. 

After a few moments more of watching, she slowly guides you over to the pool. The redhead kicks off her shoes and motions for you to do the same. The two of you sit down along the edge and place your feet in the water. You start to mindlessly kick your feet along to the music that is playing throughout the speakers. “So, am I allowed to ask your name?”

Multiple memories come to mind with times the Vice President has heard your name, “I’m pretty sure you know my name.”

Wanda’s tongue drags underneath the bottom of her teeth, “Oh, I do, but I want to hear it from your pretty, little mouth.”

Your breath catches in your throat at her words, taking a moment to settle your racing heart, you slowly speak, “Madelyn.”

Deciding to try and control the conversation you cut her off before she could say anything else. “Do you usually take interest in random people that show up to your sorority’s parties?”

She chuckles at your question, “No, not usually. But I would not say you’re a random person. Plus I have never had the pleasure of someone as captivating as you walk through those doors.”

“Yeah, right.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the redhead. 

She grabs your chin and makes you look up at her, “Oh I didn’t take you for the bratty type.” You could have sworn that her eyes sparkled when she said that. 

You shutter, trying to think of a reply. Your brain is completely lagging at the touch and sound of her voice. Wanda’s thumb moves and pushes between your lips, “Is there anything even going through that little head of yours?”

A small groan rips it way out your throat and your eyelids droop slightly. The redhead pushes down slightly onto your tongue.

Mumbling around her thumb, “Yes.” 

The Vice President’s smirks at your reply, “Yes,” She mocks you, “Yes, to what?”

You shift your eyes back to her as you take in the specific color of her eyes, a sparkling green, this time a soft moan comes out of your lips, “Please..”

You think Wanda must take pity on you because suddenly she drops her hand from your mouth. Everything about her seems to return back to when you first walked in the house. She’s back to being sweet and polite, it makes your head spin. “What brings you to the party tonight, Madelyn? Well besides escorting Bishop, of course.”

This was a question you didn’t know how to answer. Why were you here in the backyard of your ex’s sorority spending time with her Vice President? Glancing around the backyard, noticing that you still don't know anyone here, you sigh, “Honestly, I’m not sure. Kate said I needed to come if she got a second date because, apparently, I need to move on.”

“And do you want to?” She looks at you expectantly, “Move on, that is.”

“I don’t even know what I would have to move on from. It’s been months since we broke up. And she didn’t care about me long before that anyways.” You let out a dry laugh, “I don’t even think she liked me. She just liked sex with me.”

The look on the redhead’s face makes you stop your ranting, “Sorry, that is not proper party conversation,” you force out a laugh, “way too depressing.”

She smiles, dragging her eyes down your torso and onto your legs then pulling them back up before landing her eyes back on your face. “How would you like to find something to drink?” 

Thankful for her change in conversation, you smile slightly, “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

The two of you make your way through the house and into the kitchen, “What will it be? Beer? Vodka?” walking around the kitchen as you listen to her talk. “... Or maybe a juice box?” 

Whipping your head around, you glare at the Vice President, scoffing, “I’m not a child. I can drink alcohol.”

Right after you speak, you hear someone laughing from the archway. “Oh, Wands, what a delightful surprise,” she steps further into the small kitchen, “Tell me you were able to get us this cute little thing to play.”

This makes you snap your head quickly around again. A rush of arousal runs through you when your eyes lock onto the redhead, “And who the hell are you?”

The cheshire smile on her face makes it clear she remembers you, she moves towards you before gently lifting up your hand as she bows her head to place a soft kiss on it, “To you, Madam President.” 

“What the fuck.” You snatch your hand away and look towards the sparkling green eyed woman before returning your gaze in front of you.

“Oh, what a dirty mouth, I will have to clean that out.” The redhead smirks at you. Another wave of arousal hits you, gulping as you maintain eye contact, “Like you’d get the chance.”

Wanda speaks up, breaking the growing tension in the room, “Darling, wouldn’t she just be…” walking up and placing a finger under your chin, her voice dropping, “...divine?” 

You shutter at her words. Eyes bouncing between the two redheads suddenly much closer to you than before. Realizing they have successfully surrounded you, your arousal spiking but you choose to mask with slight panic. “So what is this then? Two spiders trapping someone in their web and then going in for the kill?” Puffing out your chest slightly, trying to gain back some more control. “You think the President and Vice President would require consent.”

Wanda chuckles in your ear behind you, “Oh dear, we do.” Bringing her finger up to brush some hair behind your ear before speaking softly, “We only accept enthusiastic consent. Absolute begging.”

Your knees wobble slightly at her words. “A little archer told us that you needed to move on, and typically we wouldn’t do rebound sex, but you…” The President takes a sharp inhale through her teeth, “You are too special to pass up.”

“So what do you say, baby, want to be ours for the night?” Wanda whispers.

A million thoughts race through your mind. Most importantly, the fact you’ve never had a threesome or sex with people you don’t really know. You look around the kitchen and notice how nobody else even acknowledges the two redheads circling you like prey. 

“I say,” You gulp, mustering all the fake confidence you can find. “I say show me a good time first and we will see.”

The two women share a sinister smile before they each drape an arm around you and walk you out of the kitchen and into a room that only stores a pool table and some chairs. 

“We have the next game.” The President says to the small group finishing up their game before walking you over to the side of the room. She lowers her hands to your hips and lifts you with ease onto the barstool behind you.

Shock fills your face at her actions before you glare at her, “Excuse you. I am perfectly capable of sitting in a seat by myself.”

The redhead simply smiles at you before moving to stand next to the side of your chair, absentmindedly running fingers through your hair. 

“Hello? Earth to you. Usually, when someone speaks to you it's polite to respond.” You huff and cross your arms over your chest. She gently turns your head to look at her. “Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. I’m sorry, baby. I won’t do it again.”

“Madelyn, I have a name and it’s not baby.” You scoff, “What is your name anyways?”

She winks at you before smirking, “I told you. To you, it’s Madam President.”

“That’s not a name. That’s a title. What’s your name?” Your eyes met the redhead locked in a standstill. You already know you won’t last long. Her eyes trap you in endless pools of deep green. They are powerful and unmoving, you huff, “What’s your name, Madam President?” 

The President lifts her hand and holds your lower lip before pulling it down and out slightly, causing you to look through your lashes to maintain eye contact, the action making you feel as if you’re losing the last shreds of your control. The redhead presses down the slightest bit more before pinching your lip and releasing it, “Natasha.” 

Wanda, who has been repeatedly running her fingers from your shoulder to the knee, leans over you slightly if only to be in your personal space, “Natty, it’s our turn now.”

You go to hop down, but yet again your hips are grabbed and you’re picked up and put down by Natasha’s hands. You give her a glare even as a blush starts covering your cheeks.

“Tsk, tsk. Don’t be like that. I would hate to have to spank that gorgeous ass for the first time surrounded by all these people.” Your blush deepens with your embarrassment at the volume the redhead spoke. The heat pooling between your legs only causes you more confusion. 

The three of you walk towards the table. Natasha moves to rack the balls and Wanda takes you over to pick out a cue stick, grabbing one for Natasha as well. 

It’s decided that you will be on your own team, which you tried to protest by saying you have never played a game of pool in your life, but your complaints fall on deaf ears. 

Wanda starts off by breaking the balls, officially starting your unfair game. She gets a solid into a pocket, “That makes you stripes, baby.” She says in a sickeningly sweet voice before getting two more solid balls into pockets. 

Standing there with your mouth open, you begin to complain, “This is so unfair. There is no way I will be able to even get close to hitting even one of these balls in!” 

“Okay, okay, I’ll help you in the first round,” Wanda says, holding up her hands. She walks over to you and shows you how to bend down and how to aim your cue stick. You lean down like she showed you but still, you feel her hand press down between your shoulders as she speaks in your ear, “Like this, darling. Eyes level with your target.”

Acutely aware this position has almost completely folded in half on the pool table, you pull back the stick and then push it forward with a decent amount of force. 

And you completely miss. 

To make matters worse, you got one of their balls closer to the pocket instead. Groaning, you stand up and look unamused at the two redheads who are both trying to hold back their smiles at your reaction, “This game is stupid.”

Natasha comes up to the table, leans down, noticeably higher than the position Wanda moved you into. She breathes in and out, then hits the cue ball, causing it to sink a solid ball into the nearby pocket. She glances up at you, smirking, while still leaning down. Causing a completely automatic eye roll. The redhead arches her eyebrow at you before moving to a new spot. She leans down, breathes in and out, and.. misses. “HA!” You cheer as your stripe ball goes into the pocket instead of the solid ball that was next it. 

You walk up to the table for your turn and glance to Wanda for her help again. Natasha subtly shakes her head, which you don’t notice since she was behind you. Wanda simply gives you a nod of her head, encouraging you to try by yourself. So you lean down and focus on which ball you’re aiming for and what pocket is your goal.

Breathing in and out a few times before pulling back your cue stick on your inhale and pushing it forward on your exhale. As the stick connects with the cue ball you feel a stinging on your ass. You immediately stand up and spin around with a glare, “Hey! That’s not fair.”

The President laughs as she looks over your head, “Well, it seemed like good luck because you got the ball in.”

Spinning around again to see if she was lying but there, clear as day, you see your stripe ball missing from the table and sitting in the pocket. “Don’t think for a second that I won't punish whiny, bratty behavior though, baby.” Natasha whispers in your ear, her front flush against your back, “Now, say thank you.”

You shiver at her words. The logical part of your brain can’t stop wondering why you should thank her for spanking you, but when you feel her hands on your hips as she pulls them closer to her own, that part of your mind goes blank. The heat between your legs grows even hotter and you let out a soft sigh before fingers hook under your chin and guide you to look up at Natasha, “Say thank you.” She softly growls. 

“Thank you.” It comes out more as a pant than actual words but the redhead is pleased enough.

The rest of the game crawls by slowly as each redhead tries to work you up with innocent touches and whispered words. Your head becomes fuzzy in the best way, but even in this state you are completely aware that every other stripe ball that’s gone in is because of Wanda and Natasha simply trying to keep the game going. 

With all solid and striped balls now off the table it’s down to whoever can sink the 8 ball in the game. 

Wanda glances at you before smirking, “What if we make a little bet out of this?”

You can’t help but let out a dry laugh, “Are you joking? This whole thing is already a game of if you two can get me into bed.” Natasha licks her lips at your words, causing your cheeks to blush even more than they were. 

The Vice President ignores your reply, “Great! So I was thinking, if we sink the 8 ball, then you give us a strip show,” you arch your eyebrow at the redhead, “and if you sink the 8 ball, then you give us a strip show.” She winks at you. 

“That’s absolutely-” You're cut off by Natasha speaking, “Deal.”

“Deal?” You shriek as the two redheads shake each other's hand, “You two cannot agree on this without me also agreeing.”

They both come up to you and place a hand on your cheek, “And do, baby?” Wanda mumbles into your ear. Right after Natasha says, smirking, “Wanna make a deal?”

Your skin flushes at their voices, your mind hanging onto their every word. You slowly close your eyes and your head falls back slightly. Wanda lowers her head to breathe along your neck, occasionally brushing her tongue against it while Natasha’s fingers tangle around your hair, pulling it back. 

A soft moan hits your ears, shocking you when you realize it came from you. Suddenly coming back to yourself, you lightly push off the women, clearing your throat to try and fake your control over yourself once again. “If I sink the 8 ball,” you take a deep breath, “then I decide the next time you touch me.”

Both redheads simply nod their heads in agreement before extending their arms to allow you space for your shot. Looking over the table and considering all the choices you quickly realize that you absolutely have no shot at winning. Ignoring every other reason besides the obvious one, you didn’t want to win.

But you wouldn’t make it apparent to the President and Vice President. 

So you lean down, “Corner pocket.” You spend a considerable amount of time figuring out your angle and practicing the strength of your hit. With one more inhale, you pull back the cue stick then exhale and strike the cue ball.

You hit the 8 ball but it stops just short of falling into the pocket. You give a shy smile to the women before stepping back. 

There’s a silent conversation going on between the redheads before Wanda nods and steps up to the table. “Corner pocket.” She winks at you before aiming at the cue ball and without any delay she strikes. The 8 ball disappearing into the corner pocket. 

Without even a second to think, your feet are suddenly lifted into the air and over Natasha’s shoulder. Wanda comes up to grab the cue stick from you and places it on the pool table.

Once you realize the redhead plans to walk out of the parlor room with you over her shoulder, you begin to protest, “Wait. Wait. I can walk. You don’t have to think I’ll back out of the bet.”

You feel a soft hand brush the back of your thigh as the sparkling green eyed woman steps into your view. 

“Oh, baby, we know, but Natty here is a very proud winner and wants to show you off,” her thin fingers smoothing down your hair. You stare at her dumbfounded as she swipes her thumb across your lower lip, “If you’re a good girl then we’ll give you an extra special reward. Can you do that for us?”

The Vice President allows you your time to process as you blink a few times before nodding your head. 

A swift smack to your ass has you gasping as Natasha corrects your action, “Words baby.”

“Yes.” Another softer smack to your ass. “Yes, I can be a good girl.”

Both redheads make a pleased humming sound before walking out of the room. You try to avoid eye contact with all the partygoers. The blush across your face and chest only grows at your slight embarrassment. 

It isn’t long until you're walking up to the stairs. Suddenly stopping right at the bottom, trying to turn your body at the sound of Kate’s voice. Mortification slams into you when she leans around the redhead holding you to look at your face. 

Her tone relentlessly teasing, “Now, I thought I told you not to go upstairs with anyone,” the memory of her words at your arrival pulled to the front of your mind.

Rolling your eyes at your roommate only caused her to laugh further at your predicament. 

Yelena speaking prompts the brunette to move back into the circle of conversation with her and the redheads, “Don’t kill the poor girl. It would severely ruin my chances with Bishop.”

Natasha laughs at her sister’s comment, “Please, the only thing she’ll get is mind altering pleasure,” pinching your ass when finishing the sentence. “Now, I’d love to chat, but I have a bet to cash in on.”

Wanda leading the way up the stairs, pausing as Kate speaks, looking up at your roommate, “She has a study group tomorrow morning at 10am! She can’t miss it!”

The redheads laugh, continuing up the stairs, the President turns slightly as she walks and salutes to the brunette, “Aye, aye, Captain.”

Less than fifteen steps later, you’re carried into a large room. Your heart stopping completely at the sound of the door closing and locking. As if noticing the slight pure panic, Wanda stands by the door twisting the handle, “It locks from inside, so if you twist the handle, then it’s automatically unlocked,” then she relocks the door.

Nodding your head in thanks and understanding of her words, she gives you a reassuring smile in return.

Then, Natasha lightly throws you onto the bed, a grunt leaving your lips, leaning over you, she smirks. Wanda comes up to sit beside your head and gently rubs your forehead with her thumbs.

The deep green eyed woman locks her eyes with yours before placing a soft kiss on your chest, then throwing herself to the empty side of you. 

“Now, don’t keep us waiting,” you turn your head to see sparkling green eyes looking at you.

They wait a few seconds before both women have another silent conversation. Suddenly, you startle the redheads by standing up.

Standing with your hands on your hips, stilling your voice and shifting on your feet, “Well, this will be rather awkward to do in silence.”

The President smirks at you before pulling out her phone and playing ‘Supermassive Black Hole by Muse!’ from her speaker. 

Slowly you begin to sway your hips and drag your fingers across your chest. Kicking your shoes off as sexually as you can. You let the song play for about twenty seconds before you lean down and run your nails up your legs stopping where your thighs meet your center. 

Turning around, you hook one finger under your right strap and pull it down, staring directly into sparkling green eyes. Then, turning your head to face the other direction and repeat the action, but slower, as you look into the deep green eyes.

Your dress only stays up from pushing out your chest. You continue to dance around until you slowly sit down onto your knees. Rolling onto the ground, your head closer to the women,  arching your back as you begin to spread apart your knees. Never looking away from the redheads as your knees hit the floor. Watching as both women tighten their grips on the bed sheets. 

Straightening your legs and bringing them back together, slowly using all your core strength to sit up rather than using your hands. You turn around and crawl over to the bed, standing before placing one foot on the President’s thigh.

She brings her hand up to gently hold onto your calf before digging her nails in. Biting your lip at the minimal pain before moving your hands across your chest, breathlessly Natasha speaks, “God, don’t be that much of a tease. Let Daddy see.”

Grabbing her hands, you bring them up to your chest, she squeezes before pulling down your dress exposing your breasts, strangely thanking yourself for foregoing a bra tonight.

The cool air in the room feeling amazing on your burning skin.

Lowering your foot, you walk over to the Vice President and bend how she showed you earlier during your game of pool. A loud hum of approval leaving her mouth.

Keeping your position, you gather the material at the hem of your dress and pull it over your head. Leaving Wanda staring directly at your covered center. Her finger gently travels up the inside of your thighs, never reaching the apex.

Noticing the dark patch on your light gray underwear, she speaks mockingly, “Do you want Mommy and Daddy to take care of that for you?”

A small moan slips out as you feel two different fingers suddenly press against the dark spot. 

“Words, baby,” both women huskily say at the same time.

“Please, please,” you’re all but moaning.

A smack on your ass that you can tell was from Wanda by the feeling of rings soothing the sting, “Be specific, baby.”

You breathe in and out a few times before roughly swallowing, “Please, take care of me.”

The redheads, losing their lack of control, slowly decide that your answer was good enough for now, for the first time.

Natasha walks around to face you, her hands find your shoulders and makes you stand up. Wanda moves further back on the bed, removing her shirt and bra before leaning against the pillows.

Grabbing onto the President’s face, you stand on your tip toes and connect your lips to hers. She eagerly begins kissing you back, nipping at your lip. Moving her hands to your ass, smacking your ass lightly, so you’ll jump into her arms.

Continuing to kiss you as she walks to the side of the bed and places you down. Ending your kiss, a low whine comes from you. Sealing your lips quickly but both women have already heard you and have lust flashing through their eyes. 

“Now, go ahead and make Mommy feel good while Daddy makes you feel good.” Nodding your head at the redhead’s directions, you turn around and crawl up the bed and between Wanda’s spread legs. She holds up her hands and guides your lips to her nipple.

Natasha begins to massage your ass and tease your slit over your underwear, soaking them further by the second. 

Sucking and pulling on the Vice President’s left nipple, bringing your right hand up to roll her right nipple between your fingers. You continue this while feeling the unending teasing around your clit.

Popping off Wanda’s left nipple, you drag your tongue across her chest until you can wrap your lips around the right nipple, twirling your tongue around the nub.

On the first suck, you feel a rush of cool air hit your center as your underwear is pulled down your legs, moaning loudly at the sensation. Without even a second to spare you feel the redhead’s tongue lick up the wetness on your lips before softly pushing her tongue inside your entrance.

Your jaw slacks at the feeling, your head falls away from the needy nipples in front of you. The redhead pulls you back against her nipple, “That’s a good girl. You’re giving Mommy so much pleasure,” holding you close to feel every sound come from your lips, moans of her own filling the room.

Natasha licks her way up to your clit. Giving soft licks before wrapping her lips around your clit, humming, then pulling softly on the bundle of nerves.

Your knees start shaking at the pleasure, causing you to fall further onto Wanda. 

“Oh, fuck,” you mumble around the nipple.

Bringing her fingers up to your clit, rubbing circles, “Come on, baby. You're such a good girl for us.”

Her fingers slowly push into you, curling slightly against your velvet walls. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Let Daddy make you cum, alright?”

A truly unholy sound fell from your lips, clenching around Natasha’s fingers, Wanda lifts your head slightly, so you could reply, “Please, make me cum.”

Lowering her mouth back to your clit as she sucks, licks, and nips all over while her fingers continue a relentless pace. Wanda brings her own finger to your nipples and begins rolling them between her fingers. “God, everything about you, baby. Everything is perfect,” pulling at the nubs blurring the line between pain and pleasure.

“Fuck,” your voice cracking at exclamation. Shaking from the stimulation, the coil in your stomach tightens more with each second.

Wanda leans her head forward next to your ear, “Come for Mommy, baby. Come all over Daddy.”

A simultaneous pinch from the Vice President's fingers on your nipples and the President's pinch on your clit has a wave of pleasure crashing over you, a scream rips from your throat as you cum all over Natasha’s face and fingers and fall on top of Wanda.

Dragging out your orgasm not stopping until she's pulled every sound from your lips does she begin to lick up all traces of your orgasm, sitting up and moving towards the other. You look up just in time to see them share a deep kiss, each moaning at the taste of you on their tongues. 

Breaking apart, deep green eyes look at you, “Do you have another one in you, baby? You came hard enough to drown me,” lust shining in her eyes.

“I’ll do whatever you want, just make me cum that hard again,” your eyes pleading. 

Smirking at you, Wanda moves you to scoot down the bed, tapping your thighs. It takes a second for you to realize where she wants you, but you quickly move to hover above her face. Natasha settles between her girlfriends thighs, removing her skirt and underwear in one pull, “Now, this will be a sight to see,” lowering her mouth immediately, sucking the redhead’s clit into her mouth the way she likes.

Biting your lip at the sight, you sit down, your eyes connecting with the deep green ones between the redhead’s thighs. Allowing the Vice President to move you where she’s most comfortable. Feeling her tongue push into your entrance has you arching your back.

Natasha’s fingers move to Wanda’s clit, rubbing at a brutal pace. Below you the redhead sucks in a sharp breath. Moving to drag her teeth along your clit. 

Your hips arch at the feeling, soft grunts passing from your lips, “Shit.”

Pulling you back against the redhead’s mouth, “Tsk, tsk, where do you think you’re going, baby girl?”

Rutting your hips against the face below you. Moans and pleas mumbling out of your mouth at the suction of your clit. Natasha sits up, keeping her fingers on Wanda’s clit, and leans towards you. Digging your nails into her shoulders, as she begins to leave soft bites along your chest before kissing up your neck. 

Inhaling sharply as her teeth sink into your pulse point, sucking harshly on the delicate skin, “Such a dirty mouth.” 

The pleasure on your clit increases, building up your orgasm quickly. Moaning as you drag your nails down the redhead’s back.

Wanda becomes sloppy underneath you, hinting at her own release coming soon. “Mommy’s getting close. Come with Mommy, baby,” Natasha mumbles against your neck, pushing you right to the edge. 

Sucking your earlobe into her mouth and biting down on your soft skin, “Seeing how you ride Mommy’s face makes me wonder how well you would ride Daddy’s dick,” her words sending both you and the woman beneath you over the edge. 

The Vice President slowly licks your cunt to clean you as the President drags her finger through her girlfriend’s release. Bringing them up to your mouth, “Be a good girl,” and pushing them between your lips. 

A sinful moan escapes both of your lips, though for different reasons. Exhaustion riding through your body allows Natasha to gently lift you off Wanda’s face and leans you against the pillows.

Your eyelids fight too close to receive a moment of rest, quickly winning over your desire to stay conscious. Both women get off the bed walking into the en-suite and cleaning themselves up quickly, returning with a towel for you.

Noticing your sleeping form, the two exchange a look before Wanda’s soft hands spread your knees and gently clean you up. 

“She’s perfect for us,” the President whispers.

“She is, but how can we convince her of that,” the Vice President whispers back.

As a plan forms in her mind, the redhead smirks, “We will just have to show her.”

Wanda throws the towel aiming for the laundry hamper, but misses, before laying down into the bed next to you. Natasha follows suit, listening to the music thrum downstairs while closing her eyes.

-

Groaning and swatting at the air when you hear the familiar sounds of a phone alarm going off.

Your messy morning hair is removed from your face, startling you into opening your eyes. Confusion flashing through you until you see two pairs so similar yet different green eyes.

“Wha-,” you begin, but are cut off.

“I would have let you sleep in more, baby, but we need to get you dressed for your study group. The last thing I need is my little sister trying to murder me for ruining her chances with the archer.” 

Blinking a few times, begging for your brain to catch up, yet all your mind can think of is, “Her name is Kate.”

The redheads smile at you, “Yes, of course, we apologize,” Wanda says sincerely.

With a pat on your thigh, Natasha sits up, “Now, I don't think you want to go to your study group in that little blue dress you were wearing last night, so you can borrow something of ours.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I can just run to my dorm. I need to brush my teeth anyway, so it’s okay.” However the looks you receive fills your mind with doubt, “What time is it?”

“9:45am,” Wanda grimaces. Your jaw falls open at the realization that you will definitely not make it in time unless you go straight there. Cursing yourself for not understanding your math course better and needing to go to the study groups in the first place, with a deep breath you look up at the women, “Show me the outfit.” 

Standing in the mirror you can’t complain. It was a simple pair of medium washed jeans, though slightly too long since you are shorter than both women, they have been cuffed and paired with a loose long sleeve shirt sporting their sorority name and logo. You felt a bit like a walking advertisement. The worst part, yet best part, was the sports bra Natasha gave you to wear. 

Cringing as you put on your soiled underwear from the night before, you throw on your shoes and tie your hair into your best messy, not messy, bun. Hurrying down the stairs towards the front door. To your surprise, the redheads follow behind you. Thinking they must be the type to walk out guests, you say nothing. 

Reaching for the door handle, you're cut off by Wanda’s ring-covered hand opening the door for you, extending her arm in an ‘after you, ladies first’ motion. 

Arching an eyebrow at the action before turning to face them, “Thank you for the clothes. I’ll return them washed by the end of next week, swear,” beginning to turn back around before stopping and facing them again, whispering, “and thank you for last night too,” then rushing down the steps of the porch.

Stepping out of the doorway both women laugh before replying, “Now, that you don’t need to thank us for.” Trying to hide your blush from the redheads as you speed walk down the sorority's front lawn, checking your phone for the time, seven minutes to get there, thinking ‘I can do it’ as you break out into a run across campus. 

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♡︎ part5. front-row tickets to the show

・❥・pairing: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

・❥・ summary: you’ve got in a huge fight with Vi about last night, there are two options now. either you lose her forever or make things right

・❥・ genre: smut + grumpy x sunshine

・❥・ word count: 2.6k

✎ warnings: 18+, SMUT, dom!vi, swearing, teasing, verbal fight, drug use (weed)

MINORS DNI!

RIDE ON ME masterlist

thank God it's Saturday, so you’re not missing any classes because of your hangover. it felt like your head was going to split open the moment you opened your eyes. it took you nearly an hour after waking up to finally lift your body out of bed. what drove you was an overwhelming thirst, but even if water had run out in the entire world, you still wouldn’t have gone to the kitchen after last night. drinking straight from the tap it is, then.

the terrible metallic taste of the water made you grimace, but it was such a relief to finally quench your thirst. you grabbed some ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet, praying that it would save you from this headache.

finding your phone, you were surprised to see 15 text messages from your classmates. they had created a group chat called "rum and cola," how very funny. just the thought of alcohol made you nearly gag right there on the floor. you texted them back, saying you were fine and that you'd fill them in on Monday. "what will I even say?"

after that, you fell asleep again, waking up to the delicious smell of chicken later in the evening. that aroma pulled you to the door, where you stood listening. it seemed like someone was cooking in the kitchen. you dragged yourself to the shower, freshened up, and finally took off that damn dress, replacing it with some home shorts and a T-shirt. for at least ten minutes, you hesitated by the door, thinking of what to say to Vi. it reminded you of the day you two first met, how you stood at the door rehearsing a line. that memory made you smile, and you felt a warmth inside - probably the only normal evening you’d had since living here.

“okay, just stay calm,” - you muttered to yourself as you opened the door, and the mouthwatering smell of chicken hit you, making you close your eyes and savor it.

“after a rough night, you should get plenty of sleep and a good meal. you’ve already done the first, so now sit on the couch, dinner will be ready in five minutes,” - Vi said in a calm voice, but there was a slight tension in her body.

you looked at her with nervous eyes - "we need to talk, but how?" - and you quietly made your way to the couch, sitting on the edge, hands on your knees, rubbing them together from the anxiety.

“thanks for making me dinner,” - you said sincerely, forcing a smile, hoping she’d look at you.

“I'm cooking for myself, but I can't let you die of a hangover,” - she replied in that same cold tone, not even looking at you, as if you were talking to her back.

"no, not now, I can't just pretend nothing happened," - you thought, feeling tears prick at your eyes. "we have to talk, something happened between us, and I have so many emotions, I feel like I'm going to burst."

“Vi, thank you,” - you said, your voice trembling a bit.

“you already thanked me for dinner, remember?” - she said, still not turning to you as she continued cooking the chicken.

“no, I mean... thank you for taking me home last night. sorry about that stupid joke on the phone. and thank you for...” - you paused, your eyes shifting to her pink hair as you stared at the back of her head. “thank you for not taking advantage of me last night. I wasn’t myself,” you blurted out in a single breath.

Vi's muscular shoulders tensed slightly at your words, and she raised her head, staring at the wall in the kitchen for a few seconds before lowering it again and resuming her cooking. that reaction only upset you more, turning your tears into anger. you jumped to your feet, shouting across the kitchen, - “why won't you look at me?! we almost… at least talk to me! I'm already ashamed of my behavior, and you're not helping!”

when Vi finally turned to you, her face was filled with a level of anger you’d never seen before. “are you fucking kidding me? who do you think you are?” - she growled, stepping toward you until she was just an arm's length away. your face twisted in shock. “you said Kate was bad, but at least she doesn’t pretend to be some good girl who goes to class during the day and then gets so drunk at night that she doesn’t know who she's spreading her legs for," - she spat, her face flushed with rage.

“what? why are you so angry with me?” - you asked, wiping away your tears.

“because you've been here for three days, and you're already causing more problems than if you'd lived here for a year. you invade my life, eavesdrop when I'm having sex, tease me, get wasted, then beg to be fucked, rubbing up against me like I'm some toy for you to play with, and then the next morning you say I could have taken advantage of you?” - Vi was barely holding back from exploding in fury.

“but I just wanted to thank you,” - you stammered in confusion.

“I’d like to see how your classmate you were grinding on will be able to stop himself next time when you're lying there in front of him with wet panties, moaning about how badly you want to be fucked,” - her words were like knives, cutting deep. you couldn't hold back your tears anymore, they streamed down your face as you looked at Vi in stunned disbelief.

she just lowered her head for a few seconds, then threw the towel she had been holding at you and turned to leave, saying, “finish cooking yourself. I see you've got your energy back. enjoy your meal.”

at night, you couldn't sleep. her words still hurt you. yes, you acted strangely, you crossed a line. you turned to the window, looking at the stars - "maybe I should find another place to stay?". you sat on the bed, tucking your knees under yourself, lowering your head onto them, and holding it with your hands. “no, I have to fix this, she helped me.”

with these words, you headed straight to Vi's room - no more rehearsals or games, you had to say what was on your mind. it was quiet in her room, it was late, and she might be sleeping. “Vi, are you awake?” - you asked softly, and after a moment, you heard a moving in the room. “I know you hear me. can I come in?” - you asked carefully.

“come in,” - Vi's voice came from behind the door. you opened the door and stepped into her room. you noticed a punching bag, an unmade bed, posters of bands you had never heard of, clothes scattered on the floor, and an open window with an ashtray on the sill containing a lit joint. you walked over to her, Vi was sitting on the bed, so you sat down next to her.

“can I?” - you asked, gesturing to the joint.

“help yourself,” - she said. you took a drag from the joint and placed it back. the thick smoke instantly filled your mind, making you feel a bit lighter.

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I know you wouldn't have done anything that I would've regretted in the morning. It's just that I feel an intense pull toward you,” - you said, looking her in the eyes. “I've never felt like this before, I think I just don't know how to act around you,” - you exhaled.

Vi continued to look you straight in the eyes.

you went on, - “I'm sorry for acting yesterday like you were just some toy that didn't mean anything. please understand, we haven't spent much time together, but I think about you constantly - I wake up with thoughts of you, and I fall asleep with them. I hope you're not mad at me.” - you took a deep breath before saying, - “In the morning, I'll start looking for another place to stay, and I'll try to move out by the end of next week.” Vi just stared at you attentively, not saying a word.

“thank you for listening. I'm sorry if I disturbed you,” - you said as you were about to get up and leave, but Vi grabbed your hand and pulled you toward her.

your lips met, and for a moment, you sat there with your eyes open, not quite understanding what was happening, until you finally surrendered to her soft lips. the kiss was so gentle that you almost melted, and then she reluctantly pulled away. Vi looked into your eyes, gently caressing your cheek.

“Vi, what…?”

“forgive me too, cupcake,” - she said softly. “I didn't mean to hurt you with my words tonight. yes, you made me really mad, but that's no excuse. what you said about me taking advantage of you - it really hit me. what happened between us was one of the most real moments I've felt in a long time. you coming into my life turned everything upside down.” - she continued to hold your surprised face in her hands.

“I couldn't stand the thought of anyone else touching you, other than me. I would never hurt you or do anything without your consent.”

you reached for another kiss, this time more passionate, as her strong arms pulled you closer by the waist. your legs practically went weak from that movement. she was so captivating and mesmerizing. your lips intertwined, and you kissed her so fervently that you started to run out of breath. finally, you broke away for air, looking into her eyes once again.

“and if I gave you my consent? what would you do?" you asked, and the question made Vi smirk. she leaned in close to your neck and placed a gentle kiss, sending shivers down your spine. then, she whispered in a seductive voice into your ear, “I'd take you right here, undress you, and lay you on the bed. I wouldn’t rush - I’d explore every inch of your body. after I made you come, I'd have you everywhere - in the kitchen, on the couch, in the shower. I'd do things to you that would make you blush just thinking about them."

her confession made a wave of heat rise in your lower abdomen, and you closed your eyes, picturing the scene. you were brought back to reality by another kiss on your neck.

“then consider that you have my permission,” - you said, tilting your head to give her better access to your neck. but she pulled back and gave you the most seductive look.

“don't joke like that, cupcake,” - she said, leaning in to lick your lips.

"Vi, I want you. take me," - you said, and that was all she needed to hear.

Vi closed the distance between you so fast that you didn't even have time to blink. her lips devoured you hungrily. you ran your hands over her muscular arms, passionately kissing her lips. realizing the effect her touch had on you, she pulled you even closer with those strong arms. the heat radiating from her body was almost scorching, and you felt her heavy breath against your chest. her hands roamed over your back until one cold palm slipped under your shirt and settled on your waist. the unexpected chill against your heated skin made you moan. Vi noticed and smiled, pausing the kiss for a second. it was so seductive that you rolled your eyes back.

you tangled your hand in her hair, tugging it just slightly, which made Vi's neck arch toward you. you ran your tongue along her neck, and a low groan escaped her lips - the sexiest sound you had ever heard in your life.

taking advantage of the moment, you pressed your hand against her chest, pushing her back onto the pillow. her disheveled pink hair, swollen lips, and that sly smile drove you wild. wasting no time, you straddled her so that her thigh was between your legs. you loved the feel of her solid body beneath you. wrapping your legs around hers tighter, you arched your back, feeling the pressure against your core, which sent waves of pleasure through your body.

when Vi saw you arching on top of her, it was like she completely lost control to the desire surging through her. she grabbed you by the shirt and bit down on your neck, causing a moan to rip out of your throat that echoed through the room.

“do you like being on top, cupcake?” - Vi murmured into your neck, the vibration from her sultry voice traveling straight from your neck to your pussy. if you weren't sure how wet you were before, it was undeniable now, as a wet spot began to appear on your shorts.

“you said you wanted me to ride on you. I'm giving you front-row tickets to the show,” you winked at her.

the idea that you remembered her words drove Vi wild.

“don't stop then," she whispered almost breathlessly.

you continued to move your hips, taking pleasure in the pressure building between your legs. Vi pulled off your shirt and practically growled when she realized you weren't wearing a bra. "I wonder how she'll react to the fact that I'm not wearing any panties either," - you thought to yourself, biting your lower lip.        

Vi tossed your shirt to the floor and leaned back on the pillow, enjoying the show. your soft moans filled the room, the way you threw your head back, moved your hips, and hold her leg in front of you with your hands, bringing your tits together - it was like a drug to her. she placed one hand on your thigh, helping you to move a little faster, while the other reached up to your breasts.

when Vi's fingers touched your nipples, you rolled your eyes back. her touches were slow and deliberate, as if she wanted to savor every moment. her thumb started to gently massage your hardened nipple, pinching and teasing them, giving attention to every inch of you while you rode on her desperately.

you felt the wave of your orgasm building, so you began to move faster. Vi noticed it too, gripping your hips with both hands, guiding and encouraging your movements. your moans grew louder, and when you finally looked down at her, you saw the way she was watching you - her eyes taking in every move you made. her gaze was so intense that you almost wanted to hide, yet at the same time, you wanted to show her how proud you are to be hers.

as you were on the brink of your climax, you heard the words that drove you over the edge, "yes, cupcake, come for me."

[delilaahh9]

Never grow up

Summary: When the youngest Hughes misses the relationship she had with her brothers before hockey was the priority.

Canton, MI📍

May 18th, 2023

4:38pm

Madeline stood before her graduating class at Canton Highschool, she never realized how hard highschool was without her brothers by her side. Now she stands at the podium preparing to say a speech, or a relay of the essay she wrote that got her into NYU.

“Good morning students, staff, faculty and my fellow graduates, today is a special day, for many. These past 4 years have changed my life completely and today, I’d like to share the reason I’m here.“

she took a breath while flattening her paper against the stand.

“I remember vividly the days we spent in Toronto, a tight-knit group of siblings with big dreams and even bigger imaginations. Quinn, the eldest, always leading the way with his determination and drive. Jack, the middle child, bringing laughter and mischief to our days. And Luke, the youngest before me, with his infectious energy and spirit. We were a team, unstoppable in our bond and unity. If you haven’t guessed yet, this is about my brothers”

A few chuckles were heard while the three brothers sit front row, looking back and forth to each other.

“But now, things have changed. They've all ventured into the world of professional hockey, achieving remarkable success and fame. Meanwhile, I'm still here, navigating the complexities of high school, feeling the weight of their achievements press down on me. It's like I'm running a different race, one where I struggle to keep up with their pace as they sprint ahead to glory.”

“There are moments when I long for the past, for those carefree days when we were all together, sharing secrets, dreams, and laughter. I miss the times when they would confide in me, when we were each other's biggest supporters. The distance that fame and adulthood have brought between us leaves me yearning for the simplicity of our childhood, where the only competition was who could score the winning goal in our backyard games.”

The whole Hughes family had small tears in their eyes, including Madelines.

“Yet, amidst the longing and the sense of being left behind, I find a quiet gratitude within me. Their absence has taught me to stand on my own, to navigate the challenges of growing up without relying on their shadows. I've learned to face harsh realities and tough situations with a strength I never knew I had, all because they showed me the way by moving forward. So, in a way, I thank them for unknowingly pushing me to grow and discover my own path in this journey called life.

Thank you Canton Highschool, you really taught me the ups and downs of life, but even more thank you to my family” she smiled and stepped back, hearing applause.

Stepping down to her chair, she could only think about what they would if they were there, she had no idea.

She saw her parents standing by the exit, then 3 very familiar guys in suit right next to them.

The sound of her heels clicking against the floor drowned out as she sped up along with her heart. Quinn noticed her first and stepped infront of the family, she just about leapt into his arms, clinging to him like he’s going to slip away if she lets go.

“Maddy” he whispers. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks quietly.

“I didn’t tell anyone” she mumbles back before stepping back, only for Jack to swoop in and grapple her in a hug, she let out a “oomph” at the impact.

“I’m sorry” he mumbles.

“Don’t please, it’s over now”

Luke stood patiently waiting for his turn. They had become the closets of the siblings before he started university, he felt horrible that she went through such a thing and didn’t tell him.

As soon as she looked at him, guilt washed over her.

“Lu” she hummed as she reached over to hug him.

“You didn’t tell me”

“I know, but I didnt want you to feel bad that I was feeling bad. But hey-” she leaned back.

“NYU is just 15 minutes away, okay?”

“okay, or you know you could just switch to online and leave with me and-”

“no chance- sorry, I love you two, I really do I just still need my space. But maybe I’ll live down the street”

“Deal”

“What about me?” Quinn asked while ruffling her hair. “If I’m in online I can travel whenever I need to, oh- and Vancouver has that really cute book store I like” she smiles while he chuckles at her.

[crazyunsexycool]

My little love

A/N: this thought will not leave my mind so please bear with me.

Imagine if you will that Charlotte is now in school. Kindergarten or first grade and one day she is supposed to bring something in for show and tell. Her first thought was to convince Steve to go in with her so that she can show off her favorite person but she’s a child so she forgets. It isn’t until the day before when the teacher reminds the class of show and tell that she remembers but Steve is on a mission so obviously she can’t ask him. Lottie is a little bummed but she’s resourceful and it’s a great thing that uncle Thor forgot his hammer at home when he was visiting the Barnes family.

The next day in your and Bucky’s morning rush you don’t notice that her backpack is overstuffed. She happily walks into class and listens while her classmates show off their things. She’s excited when the teacher calls her name and she brings her backpack along.

“This is mew mew.” She says as she grabs the handle and pulls out mjolnir from her bag.

There’s some crackling and some wispy surges of electricity surrounding the hammer and her. Charlotte giggles as she holds it up. Her classmates are amazed while her teacher is horrified. She immediately makes a call to the main office and to you and Bucky.

It takes you about ten minutes to get to the school. You’d taken Bucky and Thor with you. Charlotte sat outside of the principal’s office. Her arms crossed over her chest. She kicked her feet back and forth as she scowled.

“Lady Charlotte, what is this I hear that you’ve brought mjolnir with you?” Thor asks as he stops in front of her. There’s an amused look on his face as he lowers himself to her level.

“It was show and tell. I wanted to show my fwiends something cool uncle Tho’. My teachuh is being mean.” She explains. Her Rs still slip when she’s frustrated, it’s cute.

“Sweet Angel why didn’t you tell us you needed something for show and tell?”

“I fo-got mama. Then I saw mew mew at home and I knew my fwiends would like it.”

At that moment both the her teacher and the principal step out and ask you and Bucky for a moment to speak. The short meeting is a mess. The principal threatens expulsion. Bucky threatens him. You argue back and forth for at least 15 minutes until everyone agrees that the best thing to do is just take Charlotte for the day and let you and Bucky handle the situation although she is on “probation” with the school.

When you, Bucky and the teacher walk out you find that both Thor and Lottie are missing. With a sigh you ask the teacher where the hammer was and she informs you that Lottie left it at her desk in sign of protest. Her teacher leads the way and both you and Bucky are surprised when you get to the classroom to find all of the kids sitting on the floor in a circle along with Thor. He’s telling them a story about Asgard while Charlotte sits in his lap cradling mjolnir. The kids giggle and ask questions and clap when Thor is finally done. He hails himself and Lottie up, taking his hammer from her. Bucky asks Lottie to grab her things and on her way out the door she glares at her teacher.

This wouldn’t be the last incident of this type. Lottie would take Steve’s shield for a history presentation and she would definitely explain what the books got wrong about her favorite uncle and her daddy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few months after the hammer incidentHenry was part of a science/tech fair. All of the kids were encouraged to make or build something, anything they wanted as long as they explained why they chose what they did and give a demonstration if they could.

Henry had immediately gone to Tony’s lab looking for both advice and help. You had it on good authority that he’d also contacted Shuri. He worked for months after school and weekends on his project. He wouldn’t let you or Bucky see it. Charlotte, who had seen a vision of his project, was sworn to secrecy. After Lottie’s hammer incident you had made sure to ask Tony about it but he only assured you that it was safe and that you shouldn’t worry.

You should have known better.

The night of the fair rolled around, you, Bucky, Lottie and some of the team went to show your support. After a while the presentations start and you held your breath as Henry’s name was called.

You heard someone murmur ‘what the fuck’ when in walked in a smaller version of an iron man suit. It had its differences of course. Bucky groaned when the mask opened and Henry’s face was visible. Lottie of course clapped and cheered on her big brother prompting others to do the same. Overall his presentation was amazing. He even had videos of himself working in the lab on the suit. He explained how things worked x what tools he used and some of the programming. That didn’t stop many people from complaining that it wasn’t fair that Henry knew Ironman and that he cheated.

Again you and Bucky are pulled to speak with the principal. Tony had been smart he had made sure that Henry was recorded at all times and you were able to provide full footage of Henry working on his suit on his own if needed. The principal however wasn’t convinced but you were quick to ask if one of the rules was that no one could help the student with their project. Again after some back and forth the principal allowed the project to be graded and Henry got his extra credit for participating.

When you all got home Tony had prepared a celebration for Henry. After all he did do the work himself.

Sometimes it wasn’t easy raising super kids but it sure as hell was interesting.

[koutaro-luver]

NEEDY

college!bokuto x f!reader smut

hiiii so this my first one shot/smut/anything ever. so pls be nice <3 WARNINGS: smut, degradation kink, agedup!bokuto, voyeurism ig?, lowk size kink, creampie (practice safe sex PLEASE!) i think that’s it but pls enjoy <3

you and kou were all the way on the west side of your college campus, at the building where you guys spend a lot of time studying. it’s your favorite because of the way it looks down on the main road, the sounds of all the cars and buses being a nice background noise. most days it’s usually filled with people studying, but today was particularly quiet since classes were cancelled. you and kou were both engineering students, which meant your work didn’t stop just because of a day off.

You texted him this morning asking if he wanted to meet up on campus to study. you lived on the other side of campus, so you usually walked to his apartment and went from there. he asked to meet at 10, so you had started to get ready.

With the weather being extra warm today, you decided you wanted to dress somewhat cute—you slipped into a white pleated skirt with a cute navy crewneck with a white collar that had your college’s name on it, and white tennis shoes. You knew Koutaro loved it when you wore skirts, so you were excited to see his reaction. You grabbed all your other belongs and headed out of your apartment, saying goodbye to your 3 roommates. Texting Kou you were on your way, you put your airpods in for the 15 minute walk. When you arrived at his apartment, you noticed he was already outside waiting for you. He waved and smiled at you, and you picked up your pace to be with him sooner.

“Hey kou” you greeted your boyfriend, matching his smile as you went in for a hug. Bokuto gives the best hugs, and it was exactly what you needed after not seeing him for a few days—you guys had been on super busy schedules, since he was a D1 volleyball player, and you were on the executive board of your club. On top of that, you guys had your heavy engineering schedules—you guys had met and bonded through your hatred of introduction to Physics.

“I missed you” he muffled into your hair as he embraced your hug. when you released you noticed he kept his hands lingering a little longer than usual on your waist, and immediately grabbing onto your hand afterwards. You noticed early on into the relationship that when Kou gets needy, he becomes a touch freak—hands playing with your hair, rubbing your back, or honestly anywhere as long as they were on you. You knew today he was extra needy since you two hadn’t spent as much time together. You guys walked hand in hand over to your favorite building, it’s beauty never failing to amazing you. You also loved it because it reminds you of Bokuto, and all your memories together there.

“Wanna go to our quiet space on the third floor?” This was the best place when you two wanted some alone time, since rarely anyone came up there. You could use some extra quiet space today, so you agreed to his idea. Once you two settled into your seats, you pretty much got right to work, as you had a big exam the next day that you needed to study for. As you delved into reviewing your homework problems, you couldn’t help but notice Kous eyes on you. You gave him a small smile and giggled, eyes going back to your work. However, he continued to stare at you. “What?” you asked, breaking the silence out of curiosity. “Oh,nothing...” he said looking you up and down “you just look so fucking good in that skirt..” he continued to trail his words

“The things i wanna do to you right now” his words made you blush, as you looked down at the way your skirt had been hiked far up your thigh. “shut up kou” you tried to giggle, trying not to show how riled up he had you. he moved his things and went to sit on the ground—which was common since the tables were somewhat low to the ground. he was angled so he was facing the large windows, his back facing the hallway and common area.

“What if i took you right here...” he said, placing a hand on top of your knee,slowly bringing it up your thigh. Your head started getting dizzy, but you knew you couldn’t “Kou..” you whispered “we can’t here”

“Why not?” his hand went beneath your skirt, getting closer to your core “Who says i can’t fuck my girlfriend where I want, when i want?” He started trailing his fingers on your clothed.

“Pl-please Kou” You whimpered, “Someone will see us” He paused for a second, thinking, then grabbed your hand, pulling you out of your seat. You soon realized he was taking you into the single bathroom across the hall.

“What are yo-“ you were silenced by Koutaro shoving his tongue down your throat, and your body against the shut door, catching you off guard. He sloppily made out with you, using one hand to grip your waist and the other to the lock the door behind you.

Koutaro started kissing down your body until he made it to your skirt, nestling on one knee and hoisting up your leg on his shoulder. He begins riding your skirt up, where he found you were only wearing underwear underneath.

“You knew this would happen didn’t you? Wearing this skirt knowing it would get me all riled up?” All you could do was smirk and let out a little laugh.

“fucking slut, gonna make you regret it” he says before ripping your underwear off and rubbing quick circles around your clit before sticking a finger inside of you. Your gasp makes him smirk and look up at you, making eye contact.

“this what you wanted baby? wanted me to fuck you like a little slut today?” he sticks another finger in.

“so fucking wet for me, whore” you moaned at his degrading words, turning you on even more. When you two started dating, you had been shy to admit how you wanted to be treated in bed. However, Kou loved every bit of it and was happy to give you exactly what you wanted. He continues fucking you with two fingers, his thumb rubbing your clit and making you moan even louder. He replaces his thumb with his mouth, circling and licking your clit while his two fingers curl up into you. It feels euphoric—your eyes are rolled back and your back is arching into him. Your whimpers and cries as you grip his hair makes him harder, and you can feel yourself coming undone.

“So fucking tight for me, this pussy was made for me, wasn’t it baby” he purrs into your pussy, licking and sucking on your clit. You can’t even get words out, just mumbling moans and whimpers. He pulls away and slaps your clit, making you gasp. “Use your words, babygirl”

“Y-yes Kou, im all yours, this pussy was made for you” you manage to whimper, grinding into him. “Good fucking girl” he growls, before standing up to unbuckle his belt.

You start to get on your knees, ready to have take his big cock down your throat, but he stops you. “Need to be in you baby, gonna fill you up with my cock” He starts kissing you again as he’s undoing his belt, making you taste yourself on his tastebuds.

Soon Bokuto gets his jeans and briefs of, letting his giant cock breathe. His dick was perfect—perfect length,perfect girth, like it was made to destroy your insides.

“Fucking christ baby, you’re so hot” he says as he crashes his lips onto yours again, sloppily making out with you. Before you realize, he’s picking you up and shoving you against the wall, lining his cock up with your entrance.

He slides the tip in and you both moan simultaneously. “So fuckin tight for me, fucking little slut” he says as he buries his face in your neck. He shoves his entire length inside of you, and you moan loudly for the mix of pain and pleasure. “S’ big Kou, oh my god—“ “I know baby, but you can take it, take my big fuckin cock like the good girl you are” He starts picking up the pace, fucking you up into the wall.

You’re praying no one is in the common area, because there’s no doubt the lewd noises and moans coming from the bathroom wouldn’t travel through the hallways. Bokuto keeps fucking you relentlessly, keeping you up against the wall with ease. His pure strength and stamina never failed to shock you, all the volleyball training clearly paid off.

“You look so good with my cock buried in you baby” He says as he’s fucking you into oblivion. At this point you can’t even form words, the feeling of his dick ramming into you taking you over the moon. “K-Kou Im so close I-“ “Me too, baby, fuck—just hold out for me baby” You moan into his shoulder as he starts slamming even harder into you.

“Fuck—“ he growls “Gonna fill you up with my cum baby, gonna fill this perfect pussy up” “Kou i’m coming!” You both release, and he pumps into you a few more times, before setting you down and taking his cock out. You stumble a bit when he sets you down, your legs buckling. “Forget how to walk baby?” Kou laughs, before grabbing a wet paper towel and cleaning you up.

“You were so good for me Y/N, I love you so much” He kisses you gently as he helps to clean you all up and you both start putting your clothes back on.

“I love you too ” You smile into the kiss. Koutaro smiles “So, you gonna help me with this rotational dynamics question or what?” He smacks your ass as you unlock the door, now prepared to focus on class work.

[nashusglasses]

2. i'll work it physical (m)

+ based off nsfw prompts: 28.  “I’ll make it worth your time.” & 15.  “Wanna bet?”

read: part one

note: I am a glutton for horny idiot stories. Even better when they feed off each other’s energy so bad it’s just like…. Constant enabling. GOADING. That’s the word!!!! I listened to loveeeeeee song by rihanna the whole time writing this if ur into that :3

note 2: This fic is just pure indulgence of oc and gojo's party sexcapades before all those *feelings* get involved heheheheh

PAIRING. gojo/reader SETTING. college au WARNINGS. stupid ex girlfriends, good ol' fashioned fingerbang in a bathroom SUMMARY. He’ll make you forget about her.

You didn’t cry when Emi broke up with you. She was always taciturn, and it’s not as if you were completely blindsided, either. You’ve always had a nose for disinterest. She’d stopped responding to your good night texts those last few weeks you were together, kept canceling Wednesday cafe dates where you’d play footsies to distract her from doing homework. Maybe you’d reached a threshold. Footsied her to annoyed oblivion, but she always laughed whenever you did it. 

Throwing away an almost-one year relationship, though. You couldn’t lie through the sting in your eyes when you got back to your dorm that night. Not when Natsume’s a nosy bitch who has to know every minute detail of your life. You collapsed into a fit of half-sobs because you refused to be too distraught over someone who couldn’t find the time for you anymore. That’s lazy, Natsume said into your hair. You always liked when she petted your head for comfort. She let you sleep next to her while you wallowed in post-break up misery. I’ll punch her the next time I see her.

That was two months ago. Two months since you’ve seen Emi’s dyed-blonde head, the pretty dimples that came with her smile. It changes tonight.

Sigma Phi is never cheap with their ragers. Neither you or Natsume are in a sorority but you’d be dumb to miss out on sponsored alcohol and free cool ranch Doritos. The house is the tallest on Greek row, all high ceilings and shiny wooden banisters. The kitchen is where you keep comfortable. Away from the strawberry smoke, sticky floors everywhere you take a step. You’re waiting for Satoru to get you your soju when you see Emi walk through the front door.

Her roots are growing out. She’s got glitter on her eyelids, a shiny neck with the scented oil she uses because she’s always hated using perfume. If you step close enough you know she’ll smell like rose petals. Like the sailor’s bewitched limbs twitching with every sweet note of that siren’s song, you’re almost taking a step forward to follow her further into this stupid loud party.

As if he’s cued, Satoru gets in the way with two red cups in hand. “No yogurt soju so I got orange instead. Mixed it with orange soda so it’s ultra mega orange shit. Why the hell are you tiptoeing? You’re like two feet tall.”

“Shut up.” You make a grab for the cup he offers you, tipping back a generous gulp for a show of thanks. “It’s—I saw someone. I think.”

He swivels around. “Who?”

“My ex.” You almost flinch at the term. Moreso at the thought of Satoru calling you bitchless than having lost someone you genuinely cared for.

“Didn’t know you had one.” His eyebrows are furrowed with confusion, leaning back against the counter. He flicks an annoyed hand at the stale chips scattered everywhere. 

“It’s. Yeah. She wasn’t really around to show face towards the end, so.”

“What’s her name?” 

You could think of a million but you don’t feel like spitting venom. You’ve got your distraction for the night. You hope Satoru notices you’re wearing your shortest skirt. “Emi.”

“Emi? Utada Emi or Hirano Emi?”

“The first one.” How he knows more than one is beyond you. Satoru hums at your confirmation.

“She’s in my aerodynamics class,” he says. “What happened?”

“I don’t—I don’t really wanna talk about her.” Because if you do, you’ll probably start thinking about how she made your pillows smell good with that fresh linen scent. Or how she left you little origami cranes on your desk. Or the way she sounded in the morning with drool stuck to her chin—

“Oi.” Satoru snaps his fingers in front of your face. “You good? Sorry I asked.”

“It’s fine. Or. Not really. Whatever.” You finish your drink with record speed. Anxiety crawls through your chest, makes you wonder what the hell Emi could be doing here. Or who she could be doing here. Suddenly you think about an empty room, her clumsy feet traipsing up those carpeted stairs. Looking at someone else with doe eyes like she did when she wanted you on top of her. You crush the red plastic in your hand.

“Satoru,” you say blankly. 

He’s not even halfway done his drink. “Uh huh.”

“Do you know how to make a girl come in five minutes?”

“Depends.” He levels you with a curious stare. Like he’s bracing himself for whatever you’ve got for a challenge. “Can I use my hands?”

“Whatever body part you want.”

“Then yes. Who’s asking?”

“Wha–who the hell else?” You hiss. “You finishing that?”

Satoru looks down at his cup, then back up at you. And when he doesn’t immediately respond you just swipe at his hand to guzzle down the ultra mega orange shit. It’s not half-bad. A sweetness easy to swallow, not like the Casamigos he took with Suguru earlier. 

You let the dizziness settle. Satoru stares you down. “I’ll do it in two,” he says. “Wanna bet?”

It’s cryptic. And then you remember what you asked him. You squirm with the heavy suggestion. 

“Bathroom,” you order, and Satoru leads the way first.

Natsume’s sitting pretty at the bottom step of the stairs. She’s got a blunt pinched gently in her mouth, lights up with her inhale when she sees you. She dims into gossip when you come up to her. “Oh my god. Did you see–”

You nod, not that keen on hearing her name when you’re off to forget it. Satoru skips past and up two steps at a time with nothing more than a hey roomie. Natsume’s mouth quirks up in acknowledgment.

“Don’t scream too loud. Or do anyway. I can’t feel my fucking fingers from the music.” 

She slaps your ass when you pass her. “Take a shot with me after,” you call. Natsume winks. Satoru’s got the bathroom door wide open for you to walk through when you catch up.

For a frat, the space is clean. No nasty caulk jobs and the toilet paper holder’s actually full. You’ve got no time for more analysis when Satoru slams you against the door. “Jesus,” you groan.

He swallows what little else you have for complaint. His mouth is sweet on yours, coaxing your tongue for taste. “Nice skirt by the way.”

Satoru’s hands are greedy where they pull. Cupped under your jaw, teasing a touch on either side of your tits, then right down to your ass where he squeezes. Hard. 

“Keep going,” you mumble. Biting down on his lip when he grips you tighter, and you feel the coarse rut of his boner when he presses you harder against the door. “God. Get me wet.”

“I’ll make it worth your time.” He breathes wet kisses on your neck. Sucking deep till you twitch in simmering pleasure. 

“You fuckin’ better.”

He sneers in response. But he kisses you like he’s just as electrified. Needy for whatever high he’s promising to deliver on, and you want it fast. He juts into you, lifts your leg around his hip just to get the angle right. 

“Okay. Fuck–just.” You take his hand, fit it snug where your panties ride up on your pussy. He laughs against your teeth.

“Get me wet,” he mocks, playing with the arousal you just denied. You blush. Desperate measures. You’re glad your body responds to his this quick. Only to your detriment, because he knows you’re terrible at bluffing, and now he’s laughing at you. “You’re funny. Two minutes?”

He circles your clit with a rough finger. Too much, not enough. In the haze of your muddled head, the visual is enough to spark that heat. You’ve always liked his hands. There’s something about seeing it disappear under your skirt, like you’ve got something to hide. You offer a moan when he teases a finger inside.

Satoru leans a hot mouth into your ear. “Your girl ever get you like this?”

Your eyes are wide open. From his provocation, and now he’s got one finger snug up your pussy. “Oh my god.”

“You don’t need to answer,” he teases. “I know she didn’t.”

“You–” He sets a slow rhythm. Deep where it counts, grinding the palm of his hand till you moan from your chest. “You’re evil.”

Again. He knows you’re bluffing. That wet sound every time he moves is proof enough. You’re just talking because you’re not embarrassed anymore. You’ll let him have his way with it if it means you don’t have to think about anything else.

“Don’t be shy,” he prods.

Another finger, this time with less drive. You buzz from the intrusion. Knocking your head back on the door when he bottoms out, absolutely not shy with the sounds you’re making. Satoru kisses you into muted excitement. 

You don’t think he’s timing it. You sure as hell aren’t. As if you were ever scared he wouldn’t deliver. “Go faster,” you urge. This is probably one of the only two bathrooms available for use. You could at least taint it quicker than anyone else can.

“Cute. I like when you’re bossy.” You initiate a kiss this time. Slipping tongue and an indulgent moan down his throat, and that’s what spurs him on. 

His drive is back. Drawing out more wetness with earnest fingering, the guttural noises straight from your gut. Your eyes roll back with the feeling, heat unfurling faster than the blood trying to reach your fucked out brain. 

“Fuck, oh my god.” Your fingers curl into his biceps. “That's–yeah, oh my god I’m. Close–!”

He crowds you in again, forehead on your sweaty one. Nothing to say, letting your panting do all the talking for the both of you. His fingers hook into every wet spot, ramming the edge of his hand on your clit till it’s battered into ultra-sensitivity. You twitch with his every move. 

“You better fuckin’ come over tonight,” Satoru groans. You’ll look down at that hard dick later. You know he’s fostering the pain with quiet lips. How considerate. 

“W-Whatever. Yes I’ll–just–oooh fuck.” He’s jacked the speed to eleven. No more pretense of easing you into it. The sound is enough to get you off, wet thrust for wet thrust. “Satoru,” you whine.

He kisses your nose. “Hmm?”

“If I squirt it’s on you,” you warn.

“You say that like a threat.” He shows no sign of stopping, too. He’s impatient with anticipation, and you’re fading fast. “You’ll give it to me?”

You were kidding. Sort of. It’s not off the table. All you know is the heat is building and you’re about to explode. “Ye-es!”

“So do it,” he presses. 

He curls his fingers with every sharp jut against your core. You hang your head low, letting that high come to you, and you unfurl with the release. Shaking through a tiring orgasm, clawing tight on Satoru while you squeal. “Oh fuck.”

He’s relentless with the come down. Drawing out those waves with taut fingers, focusing deep. You don’t squirt but his wrist is disgustingly wet. 

“You’re hot,” he says when you drop your leg. You slump against him with a groan. “Look. Prune fingers.”

You don’t look but you know he’s wiggling them. Always in awe with what he can do to you when you’re down for it. You’ll let him bask in your orgasmic glory, because you’re just as good as getting him undone.

“Yeah yeah. Let’s get back, I wanna see Natsume before we leave.”

You shift your skirt till it's decently covering your ass again. Satoru washes his hands. You both ignore the bulge in his sweatpants.

Then someone knocks on the door.

You think you’ve always believed in fate. Some cosmic divinity keeping a watchful eye on whatever energy waves you’re spreading out into the universe. Because when Satoru opens the door for you, it’s Emi, and she’s looking disheveled, but not in a good way.

A pang of sympathy echoes in your chest. Your fingers twitch forward, already thinking of how to move her hair behind her ear.

Satoru beats you to a greeting.

“You look like shit,” he jests.

Emi ignores him. Stares right at you, and your breath stutters. You’re not as taken by her beauty, this time. Not when she shot you down, dug her heel into your heart, got it all muddy. You grab Satoru's hand. He doesn’t say anything when you curl your fingers into his.

“Take care of yourself,” is all you croak out. This time, it’s you leaving her behind.

Natsume’s gone from her bottom perch. You don’t feel like finding her anymore. Satoru keeps you close to him when you walk back downstairs.

He stops you when you don’t stop walking towards the front door. For the second time tonight, he asks: “You good?”

You shake your head. “No. But we’re going back to your place. Distract me some more.”

Satoru’s smile is wicked in its suggestion. “I can do that,” he confirms.

He doesn’t let go of your hand the whole way back to his dorm.

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

THE CURIOUS CASE OF THE LITTLE SAUSAGES

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

THE CURIOUS CASE OF THE LITTLE SAUSAGES.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: It’s movie day at the Children’s Cottage, and a new pregnancy symptom.

Warnings: None really, crying because hormones.

A/N:  English is not my first language, any mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Word count: 1133

GIF'S not mine, you can find the credits in each gif :)

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Annie had been working at the Newton’s Children Cottage ever since she graduated. She was in charge of giving classes to kids that were mean to be in the first grade, and occasionally she gave tutoring to older kids when needed. She was now only four months pregnant and considering how bad she felt during the first trimester, she now felt good. At least she could eat without throwing up everything.

It was another Wednesday and she had organized a movie day for her kids. Claudia, the head of the cottage helped her getting food and beverages for the kids to enjoy a day of movies inside the facilities of the building. It was around 9:30, when the kids got ready to see the movie, blankets and cushions were thrown to the floor and each and every one of the kids took their spot and made themselves comfortable. Annie was at the end of the classroom, she sat on the floor against some cushions and blankets, and she took off her flats and enjoyed the film.

Two hours later the movie ended and she was ready to continue with her planned activities but then she notice her feet were incredible swollen, she tried to put on her shoes back on but they didn’t fit.

“Oh my god.” She whispered, “Ammm alright kids…!”

“Miss! Can we leave our shoes off?”

“YES! You know that it’s an excellent idea Timmy! Let’s stay with our shoes off. What you guys think?”

A loud “yeah” was heard in the classroom and Annie sighed in relief hoping that her feet will get better by the end of the day. The kids were now invested in making some basic math she had explained the class before. She was walking around the classroom, checking on their assignments when little Penny came to her and pulled her leggings.

“Yes, sweetie, you need help?”

“No, ammm I wanna say something.”

“Ok, go ahead.”

“I like your chubby feet.”

“Oh! Hehehe well thank you.”

“Yeah, they look like little toads.” The girl giggled.

“Ok, Penny, are you done with your assignment?” The girl shook her head, “Alright then, back to your place.”

It was noon and her feet were even worse than before. The kids were off for the day and she sat on her desk, there was no way she could put her flats back on.

“Hey,” a soft knock on the door made Annie look up, “How was the movie? Did they like it?” Claudia asked.

“Yeah, they had a great time. Thank you for helping me.”

“Anytime, you can leave now if you want.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t put my shoes back on, my feet are swollen and they hurt.”

Claudia look at her feet. “Come, lay down on the floor, that may help, I used to do that with both my kids, put your feet up against a wall. It worked every time.”

Annie made herself comfortable, and put her feet up, she sighed in relief once she felt the cold wall against the soles of her feet. 15 minutes later and her feet were still the same.

“Maybe I should call Andy to come and pick you up.” Claudia said with concerned.

“No, I’ll call him, if you do it he is going to believe something bad happened.”

Claudia passed her the phone and Annie dial Andy’s number. One ring… two rings.

“Hi, Honey! Listen I’m in a meeting and…”

“Can you come pick me up?”

“Why? Wait, you still at the cottage?” Andy looked at his watch, “Honey, did you forget to pick up Jake?”

“Fuck,” she said under her breath, she totally forgot about the poor kid, “I’m sorry. Andy, please.” Annie heard him apologized and said his wife had a situation.

“Listen I’m gonna pick up Jake and then we’ll come and get you.”

“Baby, can you go home first and bring me a pair of my flips flops?”

“Why?”

“Just do it, please.” And then she hang up the phone.

Another 15 minutes, Annie was now sitting on the floor with her legs crossed; her feet were less swollen now, but still she couldn’t fit her shoes on.

“Stupid shoes!” she threw the flat against the floor. “Where is Andy? I wanna go home, I’m hungry and I have to pee!”

“Calm down, it’s not good for the baby.”

“Hi, honey! Hi, Claudia!” A very cheerful Andy walked into her classroom.

“Where is Jake?”

“He is in the other room, playing. He is fine. Told him you were busy and that’s why I picked him up. So, what happened?”

“If I tell you, you’re gonna laugh.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“You know today it was movie day?” Andy nodded, “So we all took our shoes off, and then,” She extended her legs showing Andy her feet, and he hold a laugh once he saw what was the problem, “My shoes don’t fit!” Annie could see Andy was trying so hard not to laugh, “Don’t you dare!” And with that Andy let out the loudest laugh she had heard from him.

“Honey!” He continued laughing, “Look at your chubby feet, your toes look like little sausages.”

Annie began to sob, tears streaming down her face.

“Nice work Andy,” Claudia said rolling her eyes.

“No, honey, I’m sorry.”

“You’re laughing at me!” She sobbed even harder now.

“Of course not! I would never, it’s just; your feet look really funny right now.” He laughed a bit more. Annie was red by now. Andy got closer and kissed her temple, “Look, I brought your pink flip flops, the ones with the cute bow you like,” He took them out of the plastic bag he was holding in his hands, “Let me help you, and then we can go home so you can rest for the day, ok?”

“You won’t laugh?” She rubbed her eyes, her mascara now ruined.

“I won’t laugh.”

Andy helped her putting on her flip flops and making her stand, Annie looked down at her feet, “They do look like sausages!” She began sobbing again.

“Cute little sausages, honey.”

“It’s the same!”

“No, it’s not.” Andy looked at Claudia who was about to laugh as well, “Hey, honey, If you stop crying we can go to the bakery and get one of those big cookies you like.” All of the sudden Annie stopped crying.

“I like cookies.” She whispered.

“I know you do, we can get some. But no more crying for now, deal?”

“Yeah, ok.” She said cleaning her face.

“Ok, let’s go home. Thanks for taking care of her Claudia.”

“No problem.”

Andy walked along with Annie holding her hand, giving small steps towards the door of the classroom.

“Can we get cake? Baby wants cake.”

“Anything you want, honey.”

[pbandjesse]

The nausea is wild today. Last night was really really bad. We reached out to my rhumatologist and our regular doctor today, and was given some advice on something to take. Because this is no joke, it is very very bad.

I ended up laying on our bedroom floor for a while last night. Just so sure I was going to be sick. I was just repeating to myself "please stop" and just trying to breathe. I never actually threw up but it was not a fun time.

Eventually I would move to the bed and was able to fall asleep. The pain subsided a bit and I was able to rest.

I woke up at 7 and didn't tell as bad. James was all smiles and I was really happy to see them. I love them so much.

They helped me get my stuff together and we left the house together. They would end up with a flat tire pretty soon after leaving and would have to go back for the other bike. But they would make it safely to work.

I would have a pretty uneventful drive. I would mostly feel fine all morning. I got to camp and cut the clay for the day. And watched a video. And has my breakfast. I was happy that I wasn't feeling so bad.

I went down to the nurse to update her on how I was feeling. And I found Callie there. She had had a health scare last week and I felt so bad that that happened to her!! We did get to spend a little more time together today when her SSC girls came up to help clean some outdoor chairs and get bracelet string. I hate that our schedules just do not line up this year. And I hate that I've been such a baby and can't stay at camp. But I just truly need the comfort of home. Especially now that I don't feel well.

I would take a walk to go give Heather a hug. And we chatted about some issues I've overheard with counselors and the picnic grove and just the amount of trash people are leaving everywhere this year. We brain stormed a bit but soon I was off.

I had a nice morning. My first group was running late but that was fine. Everyone seemed more tired today. Less creative almost. Like they were struggling with coming up with ideas more then they have been. But everyone seemed to still have fun. I did have one little girl try so hard but did not succeed and after some quiet tears she just asked to make a bead lizard. I was of course like yes absolutely. I felt bad that she felt bad. She was much happier by the end of the class.

At lunch I would stay at arts and crafts and have my little snack. I chatted with SarahMarie. And I tried to stay cool. Because I was so hot and it was not helping the nausea which came back with a vengeance.

Day camp was good. And while it was getting much hotter, I was doing my best to just stay in the shade and support the kids and have a good day. Not let the counselors who were at the picnic grove and letting their kids run crazy bother me. I was doing alright. I was knitting and sipping water and having a good time.

But man was I ready to go home. Stockade was my last group. And it was nice hanging out with Jorge. And teaching some of the boys how to make bracelets. It was fun but I was so ready to go. Me and James had plans to go get dinner and get some things at target.

So I was pretty distressed when Celia texted me she was coming to visit camp at 4! I knew she was supposed to come visit but I thought she was coming during the day so I thought she changed her mind when I didn't get a text. But it turned out I did get a text but I just missed it. And there was a miscommunication about 4pm because that's when our BBQ on Sunday is!! I was so upset but she's going to come to camp tomorrow instead. And I was able to leave and everything was okay.

The pain in my stomach was coming back though. And I was really happy to go home. The traffic wasn't amazing. And it took an extra 15 minutes. When I got back all I wanted was a shower.

So that is what I did. I charged my phone and showered and waited for James upstairs.

When James got home they were so smiley and they were ready to go! So we went out into the world.

We got five guys and it was very good but I started feeling very unwell half way through eating. I still got a milkshake after and would slowly drink that over an hour.

We had a nice meal and talked and laughed and it was just so good to be together. Even when I feel so bad I'm just so happy with my husband.

We went to target next. We got snacks and veggies for Crabcake and new potting soil. We got the recommended meds for my nausea. And some berries. I was quickly losing steam though and was very happy to go home.

When we got back here we were both very very surprised to see Crabcake just walking across the living room floor!! I didn't put the lid on all the way and he escaped! I'm so glad he was just out and about because man I would have been so upset.

We decided to bring Crabcake and Sweetp outside. I laid on the porch swing while James filled the grass pots with more soil. Watered all the plants. I would get to hot though and came inside. James brought everyone in soon after that and went to do their podcast with their friends.

And I worked on this post. I am really looking forward to closing my eyes. It's barely 8 and I am just so very beat. Tomorrow should be a good day. With nice groups and Celia visiting and then we are having dinner (?) with the Fulwilers. It's art scape so it might be crazy. But I truly hope I don't feel to bad. I really hope this medicine works.

Goodnight everyone. I love you all. Until next time.

[zionysuss]

LATE AS ALWAYS TO THE PARTY BUT THE LOKI EPISODE HAD MY HISTORY LOVING BRAIN GEEKING

Okay so the episode is called "1893". The episode starts in 1863 I believe where Renslayer and Miss Minutes the psycho clock dropped off the TVA guidebook to Victor. That was actually a really good time to drop off the book because the Second Industrial revolution starts at around 1870. I say he was around 13 or 15 years old in the first scene so he would be in his early 20's when the industrial revolution kicks in. A young inventor who has the knowledge of a whole class of inventions he can create during a time where innovation and new technology was the best way to make a name for yourself is a great way to start his character in my opinion (Also a lot of African American inventors were applying for patents and creating inventions like Madam CJ Walker, George Washington Carter and Lewis Latmer to name some well known ones.)

Basically the time period for the episode was perfect for Victor. Everyone was racing to make the next big thing, make something that was never seen before and Victor had the TVA guidebook and his mind to completely wipe the floor clean with them. But as he said in the episode, he was limited by the technology available at the time.

ALSO a small thing I noticed when watching the episode was that the guy who tried to 'scam' Victor into giving him the patent rights (I think). If you have the captions on, he's called "Robber Baron". No, that's not his name, it's actually a nickname made around the time of the 2nd Industrial Revolution. It referred to business men who gained their wealth from exploiting people/employees and used corrupt business practices. Business men like John Rockefeller, John Jacob Astor, Andrew Carnegie and Leland Stanford were all called this. The name was originally from medieval Europe and was about feudal lords who would tax his people heavily and in some cases rob travelers :D

Kind of a hint to the audience that the guy is a shit bag before he even shows he's a shit bag. The deal he struck with Victor made me and my dad both think of the deal Tesla made with Edison.

[talkintrashcann]

Breathe with me - Xavier Thorpe

Summary: While studying for your upcoming exams, your boyfriend helps you get through a panic attack.

Warnings: anxiety, panic attacks, hyperventilating, slightly choking, hair pulling, pinching, crying, change in appetite, lmk if i missed any

Word count: 1.5k

A/N will be at the end of the story because i feel like i talk too much in here, but it's important to read though!

Disclaimer: this is based on my personal experience with anxiety and panic attacks, this does not mean everyone experiences this the same way.

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You knew your mental health was getting bad again, the stress of your upcoming exams eating you from the inside out. It has started to affect you both mentally and physically. Your hands constantly shaking, legs won't stop moving, you haven't been able to have a good night sleep in days and even your appetite has suffered due to the immense pressure you're under at that moment. There was no cure for this really, the only thing you could do is find ways to keep your stress under control to prevent yourself from having panic attacks on the daily. This was easier said than done. You knew plenty of tips and tricks to prevent those horrifying moments, but in reality those don't always work. Most of the time you are too busy panicking to even think about getting your breathing under control. So you end up sitting there, hyperventilating and crying like crazy, just waiting for it to pass since there was not much you could do.

Nervously turning around to see Xavier busy at his desk, trying to study for the exams you have. He looks really focused on his books and don't want to disturb him now that he's finally concentrated. Looking back at your own desk, you swallow the big lump that has been stuck in your throat for about a minute now, biting your lip out of stress. You could feel the panic attack coming, trying your hardest to keep it from happening. Your eyes were stinging from the tears in the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall any second now. Your breathing was becoming unstable and your heart was beating way faster than it should be. You were so scared you'd make a sound and catch Xavier's attention, really not wanting him to know what's happening now.

You've always been ashamed of having panic attacks so often, especially if you're having one in public. Everyone keeps telling you it's nothing to be ashamed of, but that doesn't help with feeling that way. Even having them around people you're closest with is hard, not wanting them see you this way. You were scared of what they might think of you after that, scared to be judged. What if they think you're being weak? Or think you're just exaggerating? So you tried to hide it for as long as you could, but most of them found out at one point.

Your boyfriend witnessing a panic attack for the first time was hell for you. It happened in your dorm when you were suddenly stressing over a presentation you had to give in class the next day, you were overthinking too much and it didn't take long until you sat there chocking on your tears as you started hyperventilating. Walking around the room while tears rolled down your rosy cheeks, hands pulling at your hair before sinking through your legs and falling to your knees. Xavier didn't know what was happening and wanted to help you, but he honestly had no idea what to do. He tried to talk to you, telling you to calm down and reminding you that everything was going to be alright. As sweet as that may sound, but telling someone who's having a panic attack to calm down doesn't help at all. None of the words even made any sense to you, you were so overwhelmed that you couldn't understand what he was saying. You were screaming on the floor, tears still streaming down your face and your hands pinching at your arms. It scared Xavier to see you like this, it pained him that he couldn't help you. All he could do was embrace you and hold your hands in his, waiting for the heavy moment to pass. After about 15 minutes of screaming and crying non-stop, the room finally turned silent. You were still in his arms while he was rocking you bsck and forth, his head leaning on yours, and you sat there looking emotionless and numb.

Later that day, you explained to him what happened and why it happens so often. He was very understanding and was ready to help you in every way he could, not wanting you to go through that alone ever again. So you told him all the tricks you knew about preventing panic attacks and he wrote them all down in the notes on his phone, keeping them on him at all times. It did give you some comfort knowing how much he cared about you. But that didn't stop you from hiding symptoms whenever you felt them coming, not wanting to be a burden to him all the time. However, the boy has caught on quickly. Being able to spot symptoms without you having to tell him, and he's become pretty good at helping you through those tough moments too.

"Are you alright, love?"

You turned back around to look at him, seeing him already looking at you. He had a feeling something was going on and when you made eye contact with him, those feeling were proven right. He could see your red eyes and face, fighting back to urge to cry right then and there. Slowly getting up from his chair, he calmly walked over to you and pulled you into a soft hug. You finally allowed the tears to fall as you couldn't hold them any longer, staining his red shirt in mere seconds. His hands were tracing figures onto your back to try and calm you down, but you're afraid it was already too late for that. You started chocking on your breath, it felt as if your airway was closed shut and no air could make it to your lungs.

"Can't-... Breathe-...", you managed to say while grabbing at your throat as you hyperventilated in his arms.

Without saying a word, he brought you towards the bathroom and turned on the sink. You knew what he was doing since you were the one telling him about the cold water trick. While you held your wrists under the running water, your boyfriend started rubbing your back and asked you random questions to distract you from your worried thoughts.

"Can you name four objects in this room that are the color red?"

Your eyes darted around the room to look for any red objects, landing on a shampoo bottle first. Speaking was too hard so you tried pointing to it instead, Xavier following your shaking finger to see what you were trying to say. He was so proud of you for trying but it was clear this wasn't going to help you that much as you were still hyperventilating, he decided to try something else out. He was worried about not getting you to calm down since nothing seemed to help, but he knew that if he had to stay calm himself in order to help you. So he tried all the tricks he knew on the top of his head until one finally worked. What was most important to him was controlling your breathing, knowing that without this being controlled you could sit here for an hour.

"Hey, hey, look at me please. Everything is going to be alright, I'm here with you.  Breathe with me okay."

You looked at his calming eyes as you tried taking a deep breathe. Inhale for 4 seconds, holding it for 7 seconds and then exhale for 8 seconds. That was the trick your therapist taught you, but it wasn't an easy trick to do. It was always quite difficult to do this while you're still hyperventilating, but the longer you did this, the easier it got to follow along with his breathing. Your breath slowed down, hands still under the cold water in the sink. The tears stopped coming, everything finally calming down. But what comes next is not a fun fase either. After just experiencing a panic attack, you start to feel empty inside. It was like for a moment, there was nothing left of you. Xavier would be stuck with a soulless doll in the room for the next few hours, but he didn't mind it. As long as you were okay now. Were you really though? No, not really. But at least you weren't still stuck in your endless spiral of anxiety.

"It's time for you to take a long and well-deserved break, studying like this has no use anyway. Your mental health is way more important than your exams, so let's call it a day."

He turned off the sink and carried you to his bed, spending the next couple hours cuddling until you eventually fell asleep in his arms from exhaustion. You are so lucky to have someone like him by your side. What would you do without him?

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A/N: did i write this after having a mental breakdown and panic attack because of my own upcoming exams? you bet.

(my first exam is actually in like 10 hours from now so yeah im still really scared but i can do this!)

a few months ago i wrote a poem about what it feels like to have panic attacks and i found it in my notes last week so that's what inspired me to write this, it really helps me cope with my own mental issues and that's why i mostly wrote this for myself. Because of that, this is an extremely personal topic but i wanted to share this with others since i know im not the only one going through this and i find it so important to spread more awareness about it. like i mentioned in the story, there really shouldn't be any reason for people to be ashamed about having panic attacks, so many people experience them throughout their life and its completely understandable to have them.

if anyone needs someone to talk to, for whatever reason, my dms are always open for everyone. love you all <3

[athena-writes-i-guess]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Y/N! You’re late again.” You heard your boss state as you punched in for your shift.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head lightly, “Sorry Jimmy, I had some car issues and had to have a friend bring me in today.” You said as you tied your apron around your waist. You were a server at Enzo’s, you had been for about a year now. The people were nice and the tips weren’t horrible, so overall it was a good place to work. But it was only helped by your coworkers, especially your favorite line cook.

“Hey there sweetheart! Was worried we weren’t going to see you tonight!” You heard Eddie call from his spot on the line, he was in a stained white cooks coat, his long hair was in a ponytail and shoved into a hat, and his dimpled smile was shining brightly as he looked at you.

You couldn’t stop the automatic smile that came to your face as you walked through the kitchen and past the line, “Nice to see you too Eddie.” You laughed as you passed.

“Oh you know it’s always wonderful to see you beautiful!” He called after you as you walked through the swinging doors out to the restaurant floor, you chuckled lightly at his words as the door swung shut behind you. You and Eddie had been classmates all through school, but had run in different circles so you hadn’t been friends, though you did think he was cute and funny from a far. You had no idea though, that he had been crushing on you hard that entire time.

You had missed all the longing glances in the hallways, the way his head shot to you when you would laugh at something he said in class, the missed attempts of him starting a conversation with you. You hadn’t noticed any of that and now that he was able to talk to you almost everyday, you played his words off as just being part of Eddie, not realizing it was deeper. Lots of cooks talk to you like that.

It was going to be a busy night, you realized as you saw the reservation book, Friday nights usually were. You looked at your section that was already filling up and got to work taking orders and started zipping around the restaurant to get diners what they needed.

You had a table waiting on their entrees when you went in the back kitchen to check on it. “Guys, how are my chicken parms coming along?” You called out to the line as you walked up to the station where the final plating happened.

“Got them right here for you, Y/N!” Eddie called out as he plopped the plates in front of you, sprinkling a little parsley on top to finish it.

“Thanks Eddie!” You chirped as you picked up the hot plates with some towels, sending him a small smile that he returned with a large one.

“Anything for you sweetheart!” He called after you as you walked out into the restaurant again, your smile widening at his words.

The night went like this until eventually there was enough of a lull for your 15 minute break, you grabbed a soda and headed through the kitchen and out through the back door where a lot of employees went to take their breaks. You sat down on the back steps and took a sip of your soda before you suddenly felt someone plop down next to you. Eddie smiled as he opened a pack of cigarettes and offered you one, nodding his head when you declined.

“Break time for you too?” You asked, looking over to him.

He smirked at your words and shook his head, “Not technically. I told the guys I need a quick smoke.”

“Why?” You questioned with a cock of your head.

“I saw you come out here, I wanted to talk to you.” He smiled softly at you.

“Why would you want to do that?” You wondered.

“I like talking to you.” He said simply, like that’s the only answer he needed. “And” he started with a grin, “I wanted to ask about that sweet little tatty I saw on your arm. That new, sweetheart?” He asked nodding his head to your arm where your first ever tattoo was peaking from under your sleeve.

“Yeah, got it a few days ago. You should have heard my mom when she saw it, she freaked out. Said I ‘ruined my body’.” You chuckled.

You watched Eddie wet his bottom lip before lightly biting it to hold back a large smile, “There’s no way you could ruin that body.” He said cheekily. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks and your heart beat speed up.

“Why, are you flirting with me, Eddie Munson?” You asked with a smile as you locked eyes with him.

“You finally noticed?” He shot back with a sly grin. “Have been for months.”

He watched as the shy smile pulled at your lips. “I guess I just thought that’s how you talked to everyone.”

“Nope. Only you.” He chuckled lightly. “I-uh- wanted to know, if maybe you wanted to go on a date with me sometime? Maybe catch a movie?” He asked hopefully.

It was your turn to bite your lip lightly as you tried to hold back the giant smile that wanted to appear on your face. Be cool Y/N. “I’d love that Eddie.” You said softly, leaning over to leave a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Great.” He said simply, trying not to show how over the moon he was.

A/N: as a former waitress I really wanted to write a work place one, hope you liked it ❤️

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[contentconsumer]

Hi! Can I request number 28 with Steve buuuuut maybe reader saying it? If not totally fine, thank you!!!!!

heya, here it is! i wrote this in about 30 mins so i do apologise if it's lacking detail or proper scene setting but i just thought it was cute.

if you wanna request a blurb, you can find my prompt list here and send me an ask! gif not mine but the shitty writing is <3

the house was positively shaking as the bass of the music flowed through it. the shaking mixed with the heat from other peoples bodies began to make you feel nauseous, definitely nothing to do with the copious amounts of alcohol you had drank hours earlier. you were standing with a friend, around the edge of the living room as the wave of sickness came over you, immediately pressing your body back to a standing position to see if that would help, when it didn’t you mumbled a small, “i’m gonna throw up” before fleeing to the upstairs bathroom. once in there with the door locked you produced your stomach’s contents into the toilet bowl. after sitting against the cool tiles you began to feel a lot better. it then dawned on you that you had just projectile vomited into a toilet belonging to a boy you shared a math class with, in your drunken state you couldn’t even remember his name. figures. it was at this realisation you decided you didn’t really want to be at the party anymore, the friends you came with had all wandered off with others and you began to miss your boyfriend steve. you begged him to come to this party tonight but he firmly rejected your offer, opting to instead hang out with robin at his. for the first time in the night you kind of wished you had chosen the same option. despite this, you decided to make the best out of your night, forcing your wobbling legs down the stairs and back to your friend who was waiting for you, holding two red solo cups. 

she waves them in your face before asking, “feeling any better?” “you wouldn’t believe how sometimes a good puke is'' you laugh, “perfect, now lets dance common” your friend pulls you by the wrist into the makeshift dance floor, while you throw out some apologise to the people she’s swinging in to. once situated in the middle of the floor, you began to dance. 

before you knew it, an hour had past as your friend was talking about going back to some boys place, it was at this moment you concluded was the right time to phone steve to pick you up. moving through the house, with a new found excitement, you reach for the landline - dialling the number you had memorised for times like this. “hello?” steve’s voice rings through your ear, silencing any background noise, “heyyyyy steve” “y/n?” he questions, confusion evident in his tone, “everything okay?” the confusion quickly shifts to concern, “yeah all good here but i was wondering if maybe just maybe you could come pick me up? i’m drunk” your words accidentally slur slightly, “i thought y/f/n was dropping you home?” you can hear him start to move around, getting his wallet and keys, “she’s running off with some stranger in approximately 15 minutes so i thought it would be best if i found my own way back” you start to wrap the telephone cord around your finger, “sure no worries, i’ll be there in 10. but y/n?” “yeah?” you hum, “whats the address again?” shit. “one second,” you trail off, eyes desperately looking for your friend, once they land on her you beckon her over, “what?” “where the fuck are we?” “1123 sickamore street, tim’s house” tim. ohh- that’s his name. “did you catch that?” you bring the phone back to your ear, all you can hear is steve’s deep chuckle from the receiver, “yeah i got it. i’ll be there soon” 

you’re waiting outside by the time steve’s car pulls up, the cold slightly nipping at your cheeks as you slide into the passenger seat, a lazy smile across your face, “drunk huh?” steve teases, “shut up and take me home harrington” you place kiss on his cheek, “no way y/n” steve laughs, “no way what?” you pout, “no way am i dropping you home, obviously drunk-” “i’m not obviously drunk” “you almost fell twice walking from the curb to my car. anyway as i was saying, no way am i dropping you home to your dad who doesn’t really like me when you’re meant to be staying at a friends house and your drunk.”but-” “no buts” you giggle and he rolls his eyes, “you can stay at mine and i’ll drop you home tomorrow. sober.” “but what about your movie night with robin?” “babe it’s 2am, movie night ended 3 hours ago when i dropped her home. look we’re almost here now anyway” you take note of how close you are too steve house before you feels your eyelids start to droop.

steve sighs as the sight of your sleeping figure, after parking his car he goes round to your side and reaches across you to unbuckle your seatbelt, taking you in his arms bridal style he mentally curses his parents for putting his bedroom up so many flights of stairs. upon reaching his room, he quickly gets you changed into your favourite shirt of his and tucks you into bed. he laughs to himself at the fact you didn’t even stir once. he shakes his head before going to lock the front door. once he returns, he slides in next to you and even in your sleep you stretch your arm across his torso, pulling your body into his. his fingers thread through your hair as he looks at you with admiration and mentally makes a promise to himself to remind you of this in the morning. but right now, he feels himself relax in his favourite place - by your side. he may of told you he wasn’t dropping you home due to your insobriety but part of it was actually because he loves laying here, with you tucked into him and his arms protectively around you.

[yourmidnightlover]

the nickname

Summary: reader convinced spencer to let her take the reins in the bedroom... or does she?

TW: oral (male recieving), fingering, mention of overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, riding, scratching, use of nicknames (princess, love, etc.), hints at sugar daddy!spencer, age gap (not specified but i’m thinking around 10-15 years). *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 2,912

A/N: this hinted at sugar daddy!spencer (not really hinted so much as saying it outright). I also wrote this for @anxiousblanketqueen ‘s fic contest for her birthday! i believe it’s prompt number 21. i hope you enjoy :)

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you had been together for a while, now. maybe 13 months? you bet spencer could recall - more like knew he could.

you had met when you were one of his students. you're going to georgetown on an academic scholarship because no way in hell could you pay for the full tuition when you still couldn't afford it with the scholarships.

he took a liking to you - how could he not? you were a hard worker and proved yourself to be extremely determined. on top of the obvious intelligence, you had a beauty that radiated around you. and that beauty had a touch of... innocence. and maybe that innocent beauty is what initially attracted him to you, but he'd like to think it was just your personality as a whole.

you were never one of the students who would come to his office after hours for help you clearly didn't need. you would use your colored pens and highlighters to help organize your notes, so it took a while to pack everything up to leave.

one day, when there weren't any students lined up out his door, he went to your seat as you were cleaning up. you looked up, rather surprised that your inappropriate crush was standing right by you.

"uhm... hi," you smiled at him as you put your pencil pouch in your bag, breaking eye contact for the briefest of seconds before returning your attention back to him.

"hi. i was uhm..." he cleared his throat, "i was wondering if you had any questions? you never come to the office hours for questions and i was just... just making sure," he stuttered out.

"oh," you chuckled a light, airy laugh that spencer wished he had recorded so he could replay it over and over and over. "i don't have any questions. i guess that just means that you're a really good professor - very thorough," you stood up and flung the bag over your shoulder, still incredibly shorter than him.

"than-thank you," he smiled. "i'm happy to hear that you're actually getting something out of the lessons," you began walking out of the classroom, looking back to ensure that he was following you.

"yes, i truly do," you agreed. "i'm also pretty sure i'm one of the other people who isn't auditing the class," you added.

"correct, you are," he enthusiastically gestured, another laugh leaving your beautiful lips.

"i mean, you can't necessarily blame them for just taking the class," you chuckled as he held the door open for you, you gave him a subtle 'thank you.'

"what do you mean?" he asked in a soft tone.

"i mean you- you're..." you trailed off, gesturing to his entire body in hopes to convey what you meant. he just looked at you with a confused taste, letting you know you needed to elaborate. "you're very... attractive, professor reid."

"oh-that's very... thank you," he blushed as you halted by the bus stop.

"of course," you turned around, looking up to meet his eyes. "so... wait, what time is it?" you asked rather frantically.

"it's," he looked at his silver watch adorning his wrist, "6:27."

"shit," you swore for the first time in front of him, underneath your breath.

"wha-what is it?" he asked, perplexed as to why you would be so frustrated.

"the last bus leaves at 6:15 and i've missed it," you huffed out, trying to compose yourself before checking your bag and realizing, "i forgot my key and my roommate is at her girlfriend's house."

"is there anything i could do?" he asked concerned.

"no i can... i can just stay at the library. i should probably study up anyway," you tried to laugh it off although you knew it was pointless... he was a profiler for christ's sake.

"the library? y/n, this might seem a bit inappropriate but i have a spare room you could stay in until your roommate gets back," he offered kindly.

so, you took him up on his offer.

you slept in his spare room after he got you both takeout. you laughed and talked for what seemed like meer minutes but turned out to be until 1 a.m. you talked about string theory and the leonard euler's paradox. he gave you interesting facts about tortoises and achilles.

that little hangout session turned into countless hangouts over the span of three months. and then he asked you out on a real date once you finished at the top of his class - and not just because you were his favorite.

the first time with spencer was... beyond delightful. he was captivating with the way he worked against and for your body. it was almost as if he felt like his sole purpose on earth was to please you. he was eager, yet patient with the way his tongue flicked and sucked at your skin.

he was such a dominant personality in the bedroom, which was extremely appreciated since you didn't have much experience in that arena. but now that you were more versed in that world, you wanted to experiment a bit more.

casually, he began to pay for your things. it wasn't so head-on at first. it would be paying for your groceries, or buying all of your college books for you. but then it got a bit bigger. when your roommate couldn't give you the necessary half of the rent that was due and was beginning to be a nuisance, spencer quite literally let you move into his place. he would pay for your car's repairs and bought you jewelry consistently.

one time, as a joke, you called him your sugar daddy - mostly because that's how he acted. he just didn't like the term. he felt as though it made your relationship together seem one-sided when you were, in fact, very in love with the man. you came to realize it also made you seem like a gold digger, which you weren't - even though the money is a nice plus. so, you relented and didn't say that again.

spencer never really had much time off now that he was working back at the bau and traveling but now, you had him to yourself for a whole week. you had been planning this since he told you when he'd be off.

step 1: look sexy - you always looked sexy to him, but feeling sexy would also be a plus.

step 2: surprise him while looking sexy - absolutely devious.

step 3: seduce him - when doesn't he want you? exactly.

it was foolproof.

you had gotten the text 15 minutes ago that spencer was on his way back to his place, wanting you to meet him there once he had settled in. little did he know that you were in a sexy little white number - the white reminded him of your innocence which really got him going - lying in wait for him in a pair of heels. you sat in one of his reading chairs, deciding to pick up a book until he got home.

when you heard the jingling of keys coming from the other side of the door, you assumed your position. the chair was turned toward the door, you sitting pretty with one leg crossed over the other.

spencer walked through the door, hanging his coat and briefcase up before finally noticing you. his eyebrows shot up, looking your body up and down hungrily.

"wow," he smiled a wicked grin as he slowly made his way to where you were sitting. you stood up, heels clicking as they hit the floor and walked closer to him.

"i wanna try something," you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly until he was forced to sit down on the couch.

"and what would that be, princess?" he asked, hands stroking your hair that was cascading down your back.

"i..." you bent down to whisper in his ear, "i want to be in charge tonight," you placed a soft kiss below his earlobe, feeling his body shudder subtly at the proposition.

"are you sure you can handle that?" he chuckled, hands roaming to your waist and grinding your hips down on his.

you almost gave up. almost. you grasped his hands, placing them on the arm of the couch before getting close to his face. your lips were almost touching before you whispered, "no touching today, pretty boy."

you felt his hips rut up against your core, you chuckled at his eagerness. you decided to throw him a bone and ground down, hard, against his hips. the groan he let out was low and enticing, nearly enough to allow you to give him whatever he wanted.

"bedroom," you whispered against his neck before getting off of his lap, allowing him to scurry to the room. "take off your clothes while you're at it!" you giggled under your breath as you heard his clothes shuffling, telling you that he was obeying your request.

you waited a couple of minutes until you went into the room, wanting to have him go a bit insane like he normally did to you. when you walked in, he was laying on his back on the bed, just like you wanted. his cock was already red and leaky, prominent as it bounced on his tummy.

"good boy, spence," you giggled, walking over to him and straddling his legs.

once you were settled, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before trailing them down his torso, leaving the occasional hickey scattered on his chest. traveling kisses down his happy trail, you traced the vein on his dick and watched it twitch up and hit his stomach once again you giggled at the reaction.

"now i understand why you like so much responsiveness," you chuckled as you pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to the tip of his cock, he hissed once again from the contact.

you slowly took his cock in your mouth, agonizingly slow, and flattened your tongue at the base. one you got him as far down you could manage, you began bobbing your head just as slow. his hands flew to your hair, trying to force you to go faster until you swatted them away.

"should i tie those up?" you threatened, your hand working at his member as you spoke.

"are you fucking kidding me?" he swore, clearly agitated by your antics.

"no," you squeezed his dick for punctuation, the way he grunted made the wetness pool in your underwear. "i'm not kidding you."

you took him in your mouth once more, bobbing your head far more vigorously than before this time, just to spite him. hollowing your cheeks, you swallowed around him and began gagging around his dick before coming back up for air.

"fuck," he whispered underneath his breath, not wanting to let you know just how much of an effect you had on him.

you smiled to yourself and continued your antics until he was spilling all down your throat. you didn't stop there, you came back up and let your hand continue pumping his member slowly.

"shit," he hissed from the stimulation.

"shhh," you put your free finger up to his lips.

you gave his dick a few more strokes, curses leaving his lips delightfully before you drew your hands up his body once more before straddling his lap. after moving your panties to the side and slicking his cock with your arousal, you ground against him leisurely, trying to tease him a bit more. you unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. finally, you reached between the two of you and lined him up with your entrance.

"are you sure you can do this?" spencer asked, not to entice you, but to make sure you were alright.

"there's a first for everything," you chuckled, knowing you had never been on top before.

you had never been on top before - you'd like to blame your lack of experience. you knew it might be hard to keep up the pace, but you were determined to make not only yourself but also make spencer feel good. that's all you've ever wanted. that's what you're meant to do - make him feel good. so no matter what it took, you'd make it happen.

you slowly lowered yourself onto his dick, being wary of how much bigger he felt from the new angle.

"shit," you whispered, your hands resting on his chest in attempt to ground yourself. "oh god..." you trailed off, feeling your dominant personality fade away as the pleasure overtook you.

"keep going, princess," he spurred you on, his hands finding your waist and rubbing gentle circles on your skin. "you've got it."

so you rose on your knees until only his tip was inside of you for you to lower yourself once more. you whimpered from the feeling of him re-entering your body, your pussy clenching around him as if he were an intruder.

"doing so good for me," he grasped your waist a bit tighter so he could help you rise and fall on his cock. "fuck, it's so good."

"d-doctor, i-" you stuttered, the persona nearly entirely gone and nowhere to be seen as he continued to move you up and down.

when you learn forward, your face hovering over spencer's chest, he took the opportunity to wrap his arms entirely around your waist. before you knew it, he was slamming his length into your pussy over and over and over and over again.

"oh! oh my god," you moaned, your voice reaching a higher octave as he drilled into your body in the most pleasurable way imaginable. "don't stop! don't stop! ple-please!" you screamed out, your hands wrapping around his torso and squeezing his body to ensure that he was there - present.

"i won't, princess. just let go. let go for me," he pressed a kiss to the top of your head so sweetly in contrast to how he was fucking you.

"i'm cumming! oh god, i'm cumming, spencer!" you cried out as you released the tension from inside of you.

only spencer wasn't done yet, so he took himself out of you, and he placed you on your back before reentering you. he moved in and out of you at a godly pace, trying to get himself to his climax before you would become too overwhelmed from the overstimulation.

"spen- spencer," you scratched at his back, surely leaving red marks for him to ogle once you were through. "i-i'm close," you sucked lightly at his earlobe before he moved his hand between the two of you, circling the little bundle of nerves at your crest.

"my little insatiable bunny, huh?" he smiled as you whimpered into his ear, nearing your second release. "loves my cock a bit too much, huh?"

"please! fuck!" you shouted out as you came on his dick, pulling at his hair. the clenching and fluttering of your pussy finally sending him over the edge, his hot release flooding your insides.

"fuck," he groaned into your ear as he carried the two of you through your releases. "good job, princess," he pressed a kiss to your neck as you stroked his hair, playing with it as you were still coming down.

"i'm sorry," you frowned once he pulled out, finally making eye contact as he lay down beside you.

"what for?" he asked incredulously.

"i just... i wanted to make you proud and i couldn't even finish without your help," you explained in a whiney manner, not allowing yourself to meet his beautiful eyes.

"hey," he grasped your chin to force you to make eye contact. "i love it when i have to help you reach that high. that's not something to be embarrassed or upset about."

"i know but i wanted to ride you and i couldn't even do that," you rolled your eyes.

"it takes time to get used to doing that," he chuckled. "and besides, riding someone on the bed is never a good way to begin. the couch is always better - that way you have the back of it to hold onto."

"really? so it's not that i'm just terrible at being a top?" your eyes widened with hope, he smiled at your eagerness.

"i think you could be a switch but it needs a bit of work, my love," he brushed your hair behind your ear before seeing your disappointed gaze and adding, "but i'll bet that with enough practice i could start calling you my little bunny, yea?"

"really?" you perked up at the proposition. "i want you to call me that."

"well then, i guess we better start practicing," he grinned before leaning in and giving you a sloppy kiss, his hands flying to your waist as he stood the both of you up to go to the couch.

needless to say, with spencer's guidance you were able to master the art of riding him. and you got that special little nickname, too.

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[nagipops]

KONOHA ELEVEN IN A ZOOM CLASS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, hinata, kiba, shino, neji, rock lee, and tenten

WARNINGS: mentions of food

NARUTO

definitely has forgotten that he was unmuted multiple times

or his camera was accidentally turned on

you could just see him sprawled on his bed with a bowl of instant ramen on his lap and a blanket wrapped around himself

EARRAPE SLURPS!! rip headphone users.

sometimes he notices that his camera’s turned on and you can see him freak out and scramble to turn it off

but he accidentally unmutes himself too and so you just hear panicked yelling

his device topples to the floor with a loud crash and he screams so loud istg

the next thing you see is naruto’s face hovering over the camera in fear just before his camera turns off and he’s muted again

the teacher is so confused?? naruto should i call an ambulance

but when he’s not eating in class, he’s sleeping in class

too busy sleeping to leave the zoom at the end of class so he’s always the last one left in the meeting besides the teacher

always asks sakura what happened during the zoom and she is FED UP

SAKURA

enters the waiting room 15 minutes before class is actually supposed to begin

spends the next 15 minutes rearranging her work area, making sure she’s prepared for the day

sits properly at her desk with her hair smoothed down and her face positioned perfectly in frame

if no one else has their camera on, she’s the only one with it on

seriously, she ALWAYS HAS IT ON

and she never leaves the screen somehow

diligently takes notes, uses the “raise hand” feature every two minutes to ask a question

sometimes it can get a bit annoying, even for the teacher

but she almost always gets perfect marks

acts like in angel in class, but after class... no promises, naruto!

SHIKAMARU

this man can barely stay awake during missions, so during a zoom? HECK NAH

shikamaru is literally me,, half asleep during lessons but somehow gets amazing grades

everyone’s either pissed at or envious of him (especially naruto)

obviously does not have his camera on

and rarely ever unmutes

uses the chat feature to answer the teacher’s questions but this man is basically asleep so its so incoherent

“shikamaru, what is a hyperbole?”

in chat: “a hyeprbole is a exsaggerayed phras,e”

teacher definitely thinks he’s cheating on tests

INO

either a) daydreaming about boys or b) checking herself out in the zoom camera OR c) secretly fuming at sakura’s know-it-all behavior

the two girls definitely compete to see who can raise their virtual hand first

"ahem, ahem- sensei? could i answer this question?"

her voice gets all sickly sweet and sakura HATES IT

the two of them totally got caught insulting each other in the private chat

100% the type of student to rewrite her notes after classes with various markers and colored pens and pretty fonts and patterns and whatnot

loves doodling flowers in her notebook during boring lessons!

CHOJI

another strong contender for the Loudest Student award!

not on purpose though, he just forgets that space bar = unmute, and plays some jumping game in another tab (like the no internet dino game!)

also,, rip headphone users

c r o n c h munch munch munch

are you kidding this man's chews are loud enough in person, but with a HEADSET?! hoo boy.

has conked out several times during class

just imagine the name Choji Akimichi with a profile picture of a bag of chips light up with the green box around it with a thunk

the teacher and class is so confused

but then you hear mumbles of "barbeque... chips... barbeque..."

and you realize that the man fell asleep onto his keyboard

he sleeps through the rest of class

HINATA

shy bb has never ONCE turned on her camera

the only time she's ever unmuted was to say "here" during attendance on the first day of school

if the teacher ever takes attendance again, she just uses the raise hand feature

what if naruto-kun thinks my voice is ugly? what if i accidentally turn on my camera? what if the teacher thinks i'm not paying attention? what if-

poor baby is too busy worrying about showing herself on zoom to actually pay attention

actually gets good grades though and her classmates wonder if she’s even there

her zoom pfp is definitely just a purple google “H”

KIBA

has the CUTEST zoom pfp hands down

it’s a selfie of him grinning cheerily with baby akamaru

100% has his camera on the whole time to show off his pup

he loves seeing everyone’s faces on screen melt and aww at the lil big doggo

sometimes akamaru just walks in front of the camera and blocks kiba from view and you just see a massive wall of white fur on screen LMAO

even though kiba’s muted, you can see him and akamaru bickering about who knows what

or even play fighting,, these two get into full on BRAWLS during class

just imagine akamaru shoves kiba into his desk and his camera crashes to the ground overturned so you see the ceiling and the occasional dog tail wagging in the corner

seriously, can the teacher ever catch a break with this class?

the answer is no.

SHINO

his zoom pfp is just a tick.

a singular tick

totally answers questions in chat with proper capitalization and punctuation

shikamaru’s improper answers tick him off

“A hyperbole is an expression that is greatly exaggerated. They are used in order to create emphasis.”

has never unmuted in his life either

he’s so unfazed by everything that goes down in class that it’s funny

if anything the slightest bit RELATED to bugs comes up during class, in 0.00238 seconds this man has an entire essay about them posted in chat, almost like he had it copied and READY to paste

everyone's definitely shocked that there’s actually a human listening behind a tick profile picture

NEJI

a very diligent note taker

seriously, this man writes like a printer; perfectly even handwriting that looks like a font, a million words per minute

everyone asks him for his notes after the zoom because they’re so neat (especially naruto, to neji’s dismay)

he gets excellent grades since he’s so organized and focused

just wishes the zoom would be over so he can work alone in peace

really hates unmuting so he often gives one-word answers in the chat

“Yes” “47” “Present” “Goodbye”

has used a zoom reaction ONCE in his life and he has never wanted to crawl into a hole and perish more

it was a complete accident,, mans was just trying to open the chat to type in his answer, but in a cruel twist of fate he clicked on the 😂 reaction

and he just sat there for ten excruciating seconds in complete and utter shock and shame for ten excruciating seconds as he prayed for it to disappear

tenten would never let him live that down

ROCK LEE

Zoom Reaction Enthusiast

😂��👍🎉❤️ 24/7

naruto accidentally unmutes himself? 😮

choji falls asleep on his keyboard? 😂

neji answers something correctly? 👍

tenten received the highest score in class? 🎉

akamaru appears on screen? ❤️

unmutes whenever he needs to, but he thinks the little emoticons are so silly and cute

otherwise, he is EXTRA FOCUSED and EXTREMELY DETERMINED to learn all of the things

he’s the first to unmute whenever the teacher asks if the class can see the screen share, hear them correctly, etc.

never takes his eyes off the screen!! he could be missing out on important information

I FEEL LIKE,, i feel like he would totally keep his camera off when he’s muted but whenever he unmutes he would also turn his camera on

so when he says a quick “yes!” his camera turns on but before his camera can adjust properly to the light he mutes and turns his camera back off so his face is just super dark for a split second LMAOOO

tell me im wrong

TENTEN

exasperated by this entire class

thinks her and neji are the only sane ones in the class and it’s true

wants to tell sakura and ino to stop competing and just focus on learning, since they’re the only other girls in the class besides hinata

plus she’s just fed up with all the lazy boys

takes great pride in passing every assignment, test, or exam with flying colors

teachers pet, but the quieter type who stays after every zoom and sends lots of emails regarding assignments and grades and whatnot (unlike sakura and ino who rub it in the teacher’s face)

doesn’t like helping other people besides neji, girl’s got a soft spot for him since they have a mutual respect for each other

but if you’re a handsome prince, maybe she’ll help you out!

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[just-a-fun-loving-girl]

Regret?

Max Wolfe x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs(or alludes to it) and alcohol, mentions of sexual(not explicit much but still), and hardly/ confusing plot.

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” y/n breathes as he kisses down her neck.

The boy pulls away and looks down at the person beneath him. He smirked and covered y/n mouth with his. “Hmm,” y/n moans, thoughts completely disappearing into thin air as her -friend- crush, the boy their harboring feelings for kisses down her neck to her collarbone.

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Y/n jolts awake, groaning and shielding their eyes from the light of the sun. “Good Morning, y/n/n,” a cute, small yet high pitched voice called, pushing the beige door so hard that it collided with the wall, bouncing then swinging back and forth for a few seconds. Y/n turns to the sound of their little sister, Charlie, barging in to the room. The little girl jumped to y/n’s bed and chirped, “Breakfast is ready. Mommy said to wake you up because its your first day of sch- sch-.”

“School, baby,” y/n said, smiling lightly.

“Yeah! That.” Y/n kissed Charlie’s head, causing the girl to giggle. “Well, little miss, good morning. I better get ready for the first day of school,” y/n said, hoisting the little girl from their bed and setting her down on the floor, “I’ll see you at the breakfast table.” Charlie nodded, vigorously causing her perfectly curled brown hair to bounce. The girl skips out of her sibling’s room and y/n walks toward their bathroom.

Closing the door and turning to the mirror on the wall, “First day of school,” they sighed. Brushing her teeth and washing her face, the 16 year-old, started her morning routine with definite mourning of leaving their comfy bed as well as dreading seeing the person they were just dreaming about.

30 minutes later…..

Y/n walks to the dining room, dressed in her customized uniform, perfect make up, flawlessly styled hair. “Morning, honey,” their mom greeted as y/n puts down their Chanel bag in the chair next to their mother. “Good Morning, Mom,” they replied, kissing their mother’s cheek, “Morning, Dad,” they added, fist bumping their father.

“Are you excited for your first day?” Their mom asked.

“I guess so,” replied the teen. “Surely, it beats being stuck in here for another year. Although, I will miss being in pyjamas whilst also being in class,” they added, smiling and grabbing a piece of waffle from the pile in front of them.

Their father handed them their lunch and said, “Definitely.” Y/n looks up and thanked their dad, their eyes widening a little. Behind him was a watch that states that they less than 15 minutes left and if they don’t leave now, they definitely will be late. Granted, it really won’t matter if they were late but they want to their friends before class. “I have to go, don’t want to be late,” y/n said, kissing their little sister on the head.

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“Julien!” Y/n exclaimed. The girl turned towards the sound of her name being called and squealed a little, “Y/n!!”

Y/n hugged Julien and smiled at the curly haired boy sitting down on her left. They the turned at the two girls standing behind Julien. “Monet, Luna,” Y/n greeted then turned to the blonde girl, pinked hair boy, and the boy they definitely wasn’t ready to see but not like they’ll admit that. “Audrey,” y/n said, smiling wide, “Menzies,” the pink haired boy smiled and raised his hands indicating for them to do their handshake. “Wolfe,” y/n said, eyes wandering down to the green/ blue eyed boy’s eyes.

Max smirked, “y/l/n,” he stood up and y/n sat down to his former spot. “How was your summer?” He asked leaning on the table. Y/n opened their mouth to reply however was interrupted when Julien said, “She’s not my sister.”

“A DNA test would disagree,” Audrey retorted, smiling at her friend. Y/n stifled a laugh which earned a look from the girl sitting in front of her. “She’s just half,” Julien replied back, shaking her head a little.

Max hummed asking, “You have a sister?” Y/n lightly smacked the boy in his arm while Aki chipped, “He was busy at Berghain.”

“And you promised to never mentioned her,” Julien added. In which the blonde girl replied with, “It’s a big deal, and we should not pretend otherwise.”

Y/n clicked their tongue and chimed, “I agree with Audrey,” they continued, “She enrolled and moved here like some stalker. And if it wasn’t for Headmistress Burton-“

“- who gave JC a heads up, we wouldn’t have even known,” Audrey finished cutting off y/n, looking around their circle of friends. “Their dads hate each other,” the curly haired boy, Obie, said looking at Max. Causing the boy, now sitting, next to her reacts, “Oh, now I remember. She’s from when your mom ran off on you and your dad?” Y/n’s eyes grew a little and gave the boy a slight nudge then turned to the girl sitting on the table. “Yeah, and if my dad knew Zoya was here, he would pull me out of school or the hemisphere. That’s how angry he still is,” Julian explained.

Y/n sighed, took Julien’s hand, “Maybe so. But are you okay? Will you be okay?” She turned to sides and made eye contact with Max, Audrey, and the wonder twins, Monet and Luna, “If you want we can totally make her ran for the hills.” The girls nodded in agreement and Max reacted with subtly squeezing their thigh. Y/n gave the blue-green eyed boy a side look, harshly yet subtly sliding his hands off her. However, the boy smirked a little, sliding his hands up her thigh and stopping just near her underwear. Julien smiled and squeezed their hand while Obie said, “I can’t believe she didn’t tell you herself.” The girl smiled and said, looking around to look at her friends, “Guys, its okay. She and I don’t even know each other. We don’t owe each other anything,” she continued grabbing Obie’s face and putting her hand on top of Aki’s which is around Audrey’s shoulder, “and besides, I have everyone I need right here, live and in person.”

“Family drama is so not my thing,” Max complained. “I’m more of a medical procedural kind of guy,” he continued pulling his hand away from y/n’s thigh to open his bag. He pulled out his ‘medicines’ to explain how he’s going to be using it throughout the day. Y/n made a face and turned away from to start up a conversation with the wonder twins, double taking when they notice a girl, they didn’t recognised and is 100% sure is new, walking up the steps of Constance Billard. Y/n lightly taps both Max and Audrey on the leg. “Is that her?” Audrey asks.

“She throw our lattes on her, turmeric stains forever,” Monet suggest, finally contributing to the conversation whilst Luna sassily says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I can’t see freshmen.” While Luna ignores the new girl, everyone is surely looking at the new girl who was looking around before walking inside the building. “I like her shoes,” Julien commented.

“Her shoes?” Y/n asked, eyeing the girl suspiciously. They looked at Monet who just shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever, I guess,” they sighed, “we better get going. I wanna get in before these kids storms inside, we have two minutes before the bell rings.” They stood up and grabbed their bag, “We all know as soon as the bell rings, everyone will be in a hurry to get to class.”

Obie nodded as well as Aki who said, “You mean the freshmen?” Y/n looked at him and in response he raised his hands backing off. “I’ll see you all later,” they commented.

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“This definitely needs to stop,” y/n breathes before a pair of lips crashed in to theirs again. A pair of hands hoisted their legs up, prompting them to wrapped their legs around the boy. He pushed them up against the wall and breathily said, “Then why did you just unbuckle my belt?”

Y/n looked at him and just pulled the boy’s face against theirs again. The boy smirked against their lips and trailed kisses down their neck. “Shit, Max,” y/n moaned. Max hummed and squeezed the teen’s thighs and pulled back, pushing his hips towards the teen if front of him. Y/n groaned and bit their lips.

Max leaned forward and kissed y/n again, biting their lower lip and pulling back. “Oh, I definitely miss this,” he exclaimed, recalling what happened over the summer.

The teen was a mess. A complete mess.They just caught their significant other with another person. A person no doubt will be destroyed and banished by the teen’s friends that he knows for sure. The person in front of him was the youngest among them, granted she’s only a month younger but still. However, right now, something is bothering the boy. He’s wondering why, among in the group he expected for them to come to Julien or Audrey or Aki, not him; so he’s wondering why they came to him. “Is there something wrong with me?” They asked, mascara running down their face.

“Of course not. That person is just an idiot,” Max replied, awkwardly giving them a side hug. He may be an enigmatic playboy but crying people are not his forte. “C’mon,” he said, pulling the girl to walk towards the direction of his bedroom. Once they were there, he pulls out the make up wipes, his parents has stocked and wiped their face. “You are one of the best people I know. Bitchy? yes. Cruel and ruthless? Definitely.”

“You’re not helping,” They sniffled.

“What I’m saying is, besides that, you still try to be nice to people. Even if Monet or Luna tells you not to. You become cruel and ruthless if the people you care about gets hurt. You will do anything to make sure they’re happy. You pretend not to care when in reality you care, you care so much. You volunteer to help out people. You’re not guilty rich. You’re doing it because you want to, you probably care more about giving back that O. Not to mention, you’re the best music and Theater student in school. You’re the busiest person I know, yet you still find time for your friends. Time to help Julien with gram and take care and play with your sister.” Y/n looked at the boy in front of them listing things they didn’t even realise that he knows or noticed for that matter. “And if that shitty ex of yours didn’t see that they don’t deserve you.” They looked at him, with tears glistening, but this time its because of gratefulness. They leaned and kissed him.

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2 weeks later….

Y/n walks into the party their friend Max told her to come to. “Oh, thank god, I was getting bored,” he complained with a little humour. Y/n smirked and took the glass of whiskey from his hand, “I didn’t think that was possible. You ran out of your medicinal procedure?” He smirked and smoked the leaned down a little to look at their eyes, y/n wandered her e/c eyes to his lips then parted hers- he release the smoke directly into her mouth and she leaned back and groaned. “C’mon, let me get you a drink,” he said, pulling the girl.

About 30 minutes later and 2 games of beer vodka pong, y/n was a giggling mess. The alcohol was influencing their head and the second they saw Max, they pulled him into an empty room. “Hey, what are you doing?” He asked. “Not that I’m complaining,” He said in his flirty voice, smirking. Instead of answering, they put their arms around his neck and kissed him. He immediately kissed back and automatically put his hands on their hips, pulling them closer. “Fuck.”

Y/n hummed and kissed him harder, moving their lips to his jawline, “Woah,” the boy gently pulled away. “I thought you liked it when people throw themselves at you,” Y/n pouted. They moved closer, putting their hands on his chest. “I’m not doing this. I’m not taking advantage of you while you’re drunk,” he said, tucking a piece of hair behind their hair. “Believe me, I want to, but I would like for you to remember this.” He took her hand and led her out the room, away from the party, and to the car.

Once they’ve arrived at y/n’s house, they were both lucky that y/n’s parents and sister were in the Hamptons. The second they arrived in y/n’s bedroom, they threw themselves at Max again whispered against his lips quietly, “I want you.”

The next morning…

“Morning, sunshine,” Max said, walking in with a glass of water in one hand and an aspirin in the other. Y/n groaned and greedily grabbed the pill and glass. “Fuck, thank you.” He smiled and asked, “You remember anything from last night?’

They turned towards him and squinted their eyes, “Are you okay? Usually, you’ve made fun of me already. And yes, I remember.” He tilted his head to the side a little and gave them a look indicating for them to continue. “That’s it,” they said, refusing to look at him in the eye. Max pulled their face towards him and kissed them. “You’re sober, completely.”

They hummed and climbed on his lap and kissed him again. Y/n’s feelings. Feelings that they thought they’ve gotten rid of. Feelings for the boy whose lips are against theirs. He pushed them, lying in the bed, he kissed their neck, unbuttoning his shirt, them rolling their hips against his causing his hands to tighten on their thighs. He pulled back, slightly, “You sure?” They responded by pulling his face back.

Y/n pulls back, “We should stop.” He looks at them, holding them in place. “Why you regret it?” He continues, “regret making you feel like this, making you scream my name.” He squeezed her thighs and nuzzled his head where their neck and shoulder meet,

They blinked, tilted their head to give him better access and said, “I was gonna say, we need to get to class.”

“Oh.” He put her down and fixes her clothes then walked over the sink and looked at themselves in the mirror. “I’m gonna admit, part of me wants to stop. The logical want to but the other part of me wants to continue,” they said, turning around and walking in between his legs, like its the most normal thing. “I dreaded seeing you today because of what happened. I don’t know if I was scared or worried I fucked up our friendship because I decided to let my unguarded, drunk self to let the hidden emotions out.” Putting their arms around his neck, “I thought it would be best or easier, if I just treated you the same way I treated you before we slept together.”

“This means to me more than what I feel,” y/n added, gesturing to the two of them. “Well, Y/n Y/l/n and Max Wolfe are not necessarily us if there’s no annoyance or rule breaking,” he said, pecking their lips. “How about I take you on the date I promised last month?”

“You were serious?” Y/n asked, surprised. He smiled, showing one of his rare, non flirty, no agenda, smile and nodded. “This Saturday?” He suggested. They agreed and pecked his lips then grabbed his hands to pull him out of the bathroom. “I’ll see you later,” y/n said, then walked off to get to her class. Max watched them as they walked away, he turned and walked to his class, smiling.