#i have a 9am lecture tell me why i set my alarm to leave at 9:20??? i didnt even realise until after i left that wait dont i have class now?

[nerdie-faerie]

Well first day back to uni and I set my alarms wrong, so that's a good start

[interstellarflowers]

Professor Parker Ch. 1| Professor, Peter Parker x Student, Reader

a/n this fic doesn’t follow the marvel cinematic universe but assume that peter has been what he’s been through with the exception that tony lived, and bruce is still bruce, sorry but i just can't deal with endgame hulk/bruce rn emotionally or mentally. im sorry nat is still dead but dw i'll actually treat it with respect unlike endgame like goddamn where was her funeral, am i right? the stages of grief thing they did was interesting though. im sorry i digress, this is set in nyc (because heyo im a new yorka) and the avengers/stark tower is still a thing, peter is fucking traumatized and has turned kind of cold as a result. this fic may contain a smut chapter in the future? not sure yet, where this fic goes depends on the feedback, thanks for reading also sorry im not the proudest of this first chapter so ill probably edit it but promise itll only improve from here just not in the best mental state rn

University life wasn’t exactly everything that you imagined it to be. There was hardly time to do anything that people claimed was good about coming to university. The parties, the epic heartbreaks, and romances, they were just nowhere to be seen. In fact, there was nothing particularly extravagant about your experience thus far. You went to class, studied, and went to your internship. Your internship was probably the most exciting thing about your life at the moment, you were lucky to be accepted into the Stark Industries student internship, the company paid college tuition and only required around twenty hours of lab work a week, you couldn’t complain. Of course, the exciting part of the whole ordeal was the name attached to it, “Stark,” not that you had ever met him, but it was nice to have a unique feature like that in such an impressive student body.

So here you were on the first day of your third year of university. You lived off-campus, about a five-minute walk from the Stark Tower, but a twenty-minute subway ride to your campus. However, having an 882 square foot space to yourself was really nothing you could truly complain about despite the distance. The studio apartment being yet another benefit reaped from Stark Industries. Thank you Tony Stark, the unseen benevolent God in your life.

Typically you would start your mornings off quietly and in no rush, a shower, a cup of coffee, maybe some studying before heading off to your campus, but your phone had other plans for you today. Instead of your alarm going off like it was supposed to, you were woken up by the sound of a particularly loud car horn, and oh how grateful you were for that. As soon as you were jolted awake you shifted to grab your phone and turned it over to see an alarming 8:40am glaring back at you.

Holy shit. You were late.

You scrambled out of bed nearly face planting several times in your hurry to get dressed and only barely ran out the door with everything you needed at 8:47am.

By the time you managed to get to the subway and clamor onto the right train it was already 8:55am. Out of breath and panicking, you considered your options. You could explain after class, you could shoot an email, there were a plethora of things you could do but none of them seemed to justify being late as a third-year to a level 500 class. You had googled all of your professors while registering for classes as was common practice. You couldn’t find a RateMyProfessor on Professor...Parker? You were pretty sure it was Professor Parker, but you do remember seeing on the STEM department page that he was currently a Ph.D. student, so you could only hope that as a fellow student he would be at least a little understanding towards your lateness.

You stood outside of the lecture hall huffing and trying to catch your breath at 9:32am, psyching yourself up, you pushed open the door to the class and attempted to go unnoticed. The class was in a lecture hall despite being only composed of around thirty students, so if you were lucky maybe nobody would even see-

“Ms.(y/l/n), I presume?.” Shit.

“Professor Parker?” Shit.

“You are aware that class starts at 9am, and not 9:30am, would this be correct Ms.(y/l/n)?”

“Yes, Professor, it’s just that I had an emergency.” The lying route. Not exactly the highlight of your academic career.

“I regret to inform you that I only take valid excuses Ms.(y/l/n), please take a seat, and next time, don’t bother disrupting class halfway through the lesson.” Fuck. You mustered a quiet “ok,” and a small nod before escorting yourself to the back of the room, thirty-something eyes following you until you sat down.

You couldn’t focus for the rest of the class, it was just too embarrassing, time moved forward but you couldn’t help but be stuck on what had just happened. For the first ten minutes after sitting down you felt like dropping out of the whole class out of sheer fucking humiliation. This was of course before you reminded yourself that this class was a requirement to graduate in your field of study. You quietly bargained with yourself before sighing quietly and settling on the conclusion that Professor Parker was just a dick. A dick who certainly didn’t deserve the satisfaction of you switching out of his class. If he wanted to be like that, you decided, you would simply return the favor.

“I know, Ms.(y/ln), why don’t you tell us DeBroglie’s equation?”

“With pleasure, Professor Parker.” Yeah, you’d return the favor alright.

“Ms.(y/l/n), you stay.” Fuck that. You looked the other way and feigned ignorance as you kept making your way towards the door. About to leave, the door shut on your face.

“What the fuck!” You jumped before turning around and you felt your face heat up.

“Ms.(y/l/n), please refrain from using profanities in my classroom.”

“I’m sorry Professor Parker. I was just startled.”

“Mhm,” he took his glasses off and laid them on his desk, “Just don’t do it in the future Ms.(y/l/n).”

“Of course. My name is (y/n), by the way, Professor Parker, you can just call me that, actually, I prefer that people refer to me by (y/n).”

“Rest assured, I’m aware of your name, Ms.(y/l/n). My name is Peter, but you can continue to call me Professor Parker.” You could have sworn that you saw a ghost of a smirk on his lips. He knew what he was fucking doing, asshole. You held back from rolling your eyes into the back of your head.

“Of course, Professor Parker.”

“As you know, Ms.(y/l/n), I did request that you stay after class.”

“Oh? I sincerely apologize Professor Parker, I really didn’t hear you.”

“I’m sure, Ms.(y/l/n).” Fucking. Dick.

“Well, what exactly did you want Professor Parker? I do have another class soon.” Professor Parker narrowed his eyes at you in obvious distaste before reaching behind himself into a bin underneath his desk and pulling out a stack of papers,

“These are the handouts you missed from the beginning of the class. Textbook requirements, syllabus...Crucial information to have if you care to succeed in my class Ms.(y/l/n).” So coldly, so maliciously, Professor Parker placed the stack into your arms.

“I take my work very seriously, Ms.(y/l/n), I do my part as your professor so I only have the simple request that my students do the same.” You nodded feeling your face heat up again.

“Of course, Professor Parker, it won’t happen again,” you said with a tightlipped smile.

“Mhm,” Professor Parker turned around and began shuffling around some paper and without giving you a second glance said, “You are dismissed.” You nodded and hurriedly made your way out of his classroom. Of course, you had lied. You didn’t have another class until late in the afternoon. So you called your coworker instead,

“Hey, Harvey.”

“(y/n).”

“Wow, okay, don’t get too excited.”

“Sorry, just woke up.”

“Tsk, the early bird gets the worm, Harvey.”

“I don’t want a worm.”

“Fuck you. I’m headed to the lab, can I expect you?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You had been working with Harvey for around four years now, he was quite the impressive specimen, having attended MIT and graduating Summa Cum Laude at age 20 was no easy feat, he was closer to Tony Stark than you would ever get, he was quite personable, and you couldn’t deny that he was quite good looking. You’d never tell him that though, he didn’t need another ego boost. Besides, you had some connections of your own.

“Hey, (y/n).”

“Banner!”

“Can we expect Harvey today?”

“Honestly, not sure.” You both knowingly smiled at each other before you made your way over to what he was working on,

“Do you ever get bored here?”

“With you and the other idiot always running around? How could I?” You laughed,

“No, seriously, like wouldn’t you rather be doing nerd shit with Tony or something? Isn’t it a little tiresome babysitting us?”

“Tiring? Maybe sometimes, but not nearly as tiring as doing ‘nerd shit’ with Tony. He’s exhausting,” Bruce smiled at his own joke, “I don’t mind playing babysitter at all kid.” He fiddled with the handle of a mug that read, “Don’t be so Na Cl,” which you had gotten him a year back as a joke, but he still used it.

You really loved Bruce for all he was. Since losing your family back in 2012 during the battle in NYC, you didn’t really have any familial figures. But since landing this internship you found yourself with a parental figure again, and you would never be able to put into words how much it meant to you, so you didn’t. Besides, you didn’t want him to feel pressured about it, especially after everything he had been through himself. Frying half your body and losing the love of your life in such a short span of time was really nothing less than horrifying. Yet, here he was, smiling, laughing...You loved him for it.

“First day of junior year? How was that?”

“Shit.”

“Huh?” Bruce stopped tinkering with the device in his hands and looked over at you, “I’ve never heard of a course being too hard for (y/n) (y/l/n), what is it? Aerospace? Quantum?”

“No, just one giant dick.”

“Pardon-”

“My professor, he’s a fucking asshole.”

“Ah, I see. If he’s really harassing you (y/n), I don’t mean to overstep, I really think we should alert administration, what’s his name?” Bruce took a sip of his coffee.

“Professor Parker,” Bruce choked on his coffee, “Oh my God, Bruce, are you okay?”

“Yeah-” he said, still coughing, “Just a little too strong.”

“Okay, are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bruce caught his breath, “What did he do kid?”

“He’s just a dick that’s all.”

“You sure you don’t want me to do something about it?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, I don’t know what you could do anyways. Thank you though.”

“Actually, you’d be surprised.”

Sitting at your desk stressing over school work at 3am, it was nothing out of the ordinary for you. Everything appeared ordinary. The ordinary cup of tea, the familiar glow of your computer, and a morning chill creeping through your window. It was all so breathtakingly normal until there was a rap on your window. You took an earbud out of your ear, certain you were just hearing things, you looked to your window. Holy shit.

You opened your window wide so that he could crawl in.

“(y/n)?”

“Mr.Spiderman.” Still too in shock to fully process the situation you started to take in the scene in front of you,

“Please, it’s just Spiderman.”

“Oh-Oh my God, what happened?” Head to toe the suit seemed to have blood seeping through, tears in the body of the suit revealed gashes and a bullet wound.

“Bad guys. I know this guy-said he knew a medical student close by, you are (y/n)? Right?”

“Y-Yeah, but I’m really just a student, I’m not really a prof-”

“This guy, he said you might as well be.”

“I don’t know Mr.Spiderman, really, maybe I could take you to the hospital though.”

“-Spiderman, it’s just Spiderman, listen, (y/n), you know I can’t go to a hospital, it would ruin this whole secret identity thing I got going on here, and this guy, he’s probably the smartest guy I know, so if he says you can handle it, you can.” You swallowed and nodded,

“Yeah-” you wring your hands together, “Yeah-Sorry, let me go get my first aid kit.”

[narcissasdaffodil]

Flufftober 2020

Day 10: Cooking

Writing this one from the same uni verse as two of these are currently.

“Hi, I was wondering if you would want to come over for food? It’s fine if you’re busy, but most of my flatmates are out so pretty much got the kitchen to myself.” Alecto read aloud the text in front of her, checking it through before she sent it off to Marisol, and sent it. She sat on the sofa, trying to find something to watch and ultimately failing. Why is there absolutely nothing on certain days of the week, anyway?

“Thank you, you’ve saved me from dealing with the state the kitchen is currently. Abby and I are the only people who clean up after ourselves, the rest of my flatmates are animals. I’ll be over in 10 ish minutes and let you know when I’m outside.” Marisol sent her a text back very quickly, which caused Alecto to laugh slightly. Wow. Both her and Abby have definitely drawn the short straw in terms of flatmates. You’re lucky, you mostly get along with everyone in your flat.

The kitchen was pretty quiet, meaning that Alecto jumped when she heard voices coming down the hallway. The door opened and someone flopped down next to her. She looked up to spot her flatmate Olivia.

“Still nothing on, then? Maybe try Netflix or watching a film? Also I bumped into Marisol as I was coming back, as you can probably tell.” Olivia grinned, curling up her long limbs into a ball and resting her chin on her knees. “Wait, did I make you jump? Oops.” She tapped the sofa, looking up at Marisol, who was still standing and moving from foot to foot, looking uneasy. “You can sit down if you want, we don’t bite or anything.”

Alecto put the remote down on the coffee table and put her other stuff in a neat stack on it, making her way to her feet and struggling slightly to get out of the low brown sofa. “Maybe you’ll have a bit more luck than me? Also you made me jump, but everyone does! It’s not just you doing that. Is pasta fine? Got pasta sauce I need to finish somehow. Also, Marisol, you can sit down, just relax. You’re a guest here,and guests don’t have to do the cooking. I don’t mind doing the cooking, I’ve been very bored the entire day so I need to do something to save me going crazy.” She retrieved pasta sauce from the fridge, setting it on the counter and putting the kettle on to boil for pasta. She found herself humming slightly as she waited, eventually retrieving her phone and a speaker and putting music on low, putting her playlist on shuffle. She went to her room to retrieve her pasta, making Olivia laugh when she came back with the massive bag.

“There’s still a pasta thief hanging about, then? How much food do you have stored in your room, anyway?” Olivia teased her slightly, flashing her a bright grin.

“Hmm, that would be telling. You’ll forever live in suspense regarding the amount of food in my room. As for the pasta thief, definitely. Keep your pasta in your room, otherwise don’t come complaining to me if it goes on a walk!” She smiled back, her grin reaching her eyes. She tapped her nose and promptly winked, pouring the water into a saucepan with 3 portions of pasta. Wait, Marisol’s a little quiet. Which is a bit off, she’s not usually this quiet.

She finishes sorting out the pasta and jumps out of her skin when Marisol appears beside her. She felt her feet leave the floor for a little bit, literally making herself jump, and she placed a hand to her heart, which was racing. “Wow, you scared me! Are you okay, you seem a bit quieter than usual.” Her tone turned serious, and she rested her arm around Marisol’s shoulders.

“It’s nothing much, just flatmate stuff. If I wasn’t with Abby, I’d ask for a room move, but I don’t want to leave her, that wouldn’t be nice. They keep having late night parties and I have the bad luck of the room right next to the kitchen, so it’s hard to sleep, which isn’t helpful when I have a 9am lecture. I hear them gossiping about me and Abby a lot, and it’s wrong. It’s not like any of them even tried to get to know either of us before they judged us. I don’t understand how partying this often is enjoyable and how they can attend lectures after drinking the night before. On top of that, they leave the kitchen in a state after parties and they don’t listen when we ask them to clean up. It keeps getting worse also.” Her voice was soft and she stared at the floor in front of her.

“Hang on. Liv, is there still two free rooms next to you? As we had people move rooms in the first two weeks. If so, we could try asking if both of you could switch floors. That might solve the issue.” Alecto’s eyes lit up as she had a brain wave, and called over to Olivia.

“You...you’d do that? Why? We don’t even know each other that well.” Marisol looked back at her, looking a little confused.

“Abby’s my best friend. And she’s very picky with people she chooses to befriend and I like you. I do see you as a friend, Abby has definitely talked to me about you a lot. I do accidentally scare people off with the way I am naturally and it does take a lot for me to befriend people too, but I like you. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t mean it, anyway.” She turned to the pasta, stirring it with a fork to stop it sticking, then transferred the sauce to a bowl and warming it up in the microwave.

“Yep, there’s definitely two free rooms. It would be nice to have an even number of girls and guys to be honest, 5 guys to 3 girls can get a bit overwhelming at times. We do all get on, mostly anyway, which is a slight miracle.” Olivia called back from her position in front of the TV.

“Liv, could you get all of your crap off the table please? We kind of need that to eat.” Alecto called over. Marisol nearly went to help, until Alecto grabbed her hand gently.

“You’re a guest. Guests don’t have to do anything. All I want you to do is just stay with me here. Even if some of it is yours, Livia is very much capable of moving it herself.” Alecto said, her voice gentle and she smiled at Marisol, her heart fluttering slightly when the other girl returned the smile for the first time this evening.

She drained the pasta and served it into bowls, topping it with sauce, and putting cutlery neatly in each. She tried to balance all 3 bowls, but Marisol grabbed one before she could.

“Dont overload yourself, you’ve only got two hands. Let me help just this much.” Marisol said. To Alecto’s surprise, Marisol’s cheeks were slightly flushed. She ignored it, moving towards the table and setting down the bowls. Hang on! Drinks! Oh dear, can’t believe you forgot those. She stood up again, just as Olivia retrieved a giant Coke bottle and 3 glasses from behind the sofa, and opened the fizzy drink, pouring it into glasses. Alecto found herself staring at the bottle.

“How did you know that was there?” She was more than a little bit confused.

“That’s where I left it after my lecture. I was planning to move it when I got back, but forgot. I don’t know why I thought behind the sofa would be a good spot for it, but oh well. It doesn’t really matter, right?” Olivia laughed and nudged her gently to sit down again. Okaayy. That’s definitely odd, but don’t comment further on it. “I can practically see the cogs in your brain turning around. Don’t overthink it, it’s only a bottle behind the sofa.” Olivia laughed again.

To prevent further comments, Alecto readied a spoonful of the pasta, hoping she wasn’t blushing too much about the situation. She blew on it, and tried it. It was great, especially after accidentally skipping lunch. Everyone around the table fell silent, transfixed by the food in front of them. There was no sound apart from music.

“This is amazing! It’s obvious why I didn’t put up a fight about you taking over.” Olivia winked.

“Well...you’re the one who messed up while cooking popcorn in the microwave at 2am, and caused the fire alarm to go off. And you’ve nearly blew it up twice! So it’s not hard to be a better cook than you.” Alecto teased her slightly. It was no secret how hopeless Olivia was in the kitchen.

“That was you? That night was one of the only nights there was no party on my floor, but after the fire alarm went off I couldn’t sleep, which was hard considering the fact I had a 9am class that day! I had to survive off 2 hours of sleep, 5 cups of coffee and 2 naps, that wasn’t fun at all.” Marisol gasped, promptly glaring at Olivia.

“Oops. I’m hopeless, what can I say. I can offer you a free room, if that makes things better. We can talk with the accommodation people and ask Abby too, so you can have better flatmates and can sleep better. I’m definitely super serious about that, by the way.” Olivia reached out and squeezed Marisol’s hand gently.

Alecto looked out of the window, feeling herself zone out slightly. She was happy in a way she hadn’t experienced in a while, and she wanted more.

[lovelydeceitff]

Chapter 3

we gone do it like it's about to be the end of the world and they're depending on us to make earth shaking love…

Shay

It’s Sunday night. One more day of freedom and then classes start Tuesday. I’m so not ready. Training literally drained me this year.. sitting in lectures for hours and then having to jump right back into classes without a small break is kind of stressful. My brain hates me for this torture.

I decided to give myself a short “Me Time” session before Keith gets here. He decided to come back today instead of Friday. He wanted to spend a little more time with his family before coming back to school. He always decides to leave home when the sun is about to set. It’s a 3 hour drive of corn fields about 90% of the way here.. meaning that it’s dark af. I hate when he does this but Keith is very stubborn and I swear sometimes he thinks he’s invincible and can do it all. At the beginning of our relationship I called him super man lol.

My Superman.

I had so many reasons for this. Mainly because he did so much and I couldn’t understand how he made it through his first year. Keith ran track for the school; he had practice from 3 to 6pm. His classes were from 9am to 2pm. He ALSO worked M-F from 4am to 8am so he could pay his $3000/per semester balance from tuition. Basically he was busy from 3am (the time his alarm goes off) to 6pm and if he’s lucky 5pm. Then he’d have to do homework up until his body can’t stay up any longer. Some days he’d decide to skip out on dinner so he can get straight to his homework, I’d have to force him to go to the dining hall sometimes. If not he’d eat a PB&J sandwich or Ramen noodles and call it a night. Chances are he also didn’t have breakfast… he normally eats a fruit and whatever other snack he has, like a honey bun or a giant cookie. He managed to get a 2.7 GPA that year. It might not sound ideally great, but considering everything he had to do -that was great.

He ended up quitting track that year, he was so hurt. I felt horrible for my baby. I remember telling him “even superman has to make sAcrifices”. Keith is super athletic, before college he played football, basketball, and ran track. He was the best on the field in football and went to state twice in track. The only reason he isn’t on scholarships for sports is because his grades weren’t good in HS and with our school, he took too long to decide on the offer. He wasn’t going to come here. Though he struggled freshman year trying to keep up with his schedule, Keith decided to start working two jobs the next year. Smh. Superman, I’m telling you.

Now we’re juniors, Keith got another scholarship over the summer which helped him out greatly so he was able to quit one job, but he decided to keep the overnight one. The 4am to 8am. So when he gets here, he’ll probably be getting ready for bed.

I spent about an hour and a half just doing me stuff. I took a nice hot shower, exfoliated and shaved. I painted my toenails and fingernails. I felt good. Real good. I also haven’t seen my baby in almost 3 weeks so he better think I look real good too cause I need him ASAP. Lucky for me he didn’t take too long to get here after I finished up.

He unpacked his car and brought his things to my room. I was so happy to see him I just about jumped on him when I let him in. I missed his face. I showed him my Fenty slides that he bought me.

“Those are perfect good. I’m happy cause they go with your other gift.” He grabbed a Victoria secret bag from his tote and gave it to me. There was a white and pink kimono style satin inside the bag. I loved it. I’ve been saying I wanted a satin robe for the longest. He also got me a bunch of my favorite candy, Twix.

“Baby I love it, thank you so much. I can’t believe you remembered about the robe!!”

“I told you I pay attention to you, you be thinking I’m bullshitting. But anything for you girl, happy late birthday” he said to me then I gave him a big kiss.

After Keith settled in he took a shower. He told me he was going to work tomorrow so he could only be up for a while, but he does want to watch Netflix with me. That’s our thing. Watching shows on Netflix. Right now we’re stuck on Shameless. It’s almost 9:30 so we’ll probably squeeze in one episode.

I heated up the food I got him earlier and set up Netflix. He got out the shower and yes I had to control myself before I jumped on him again. It’s been 3 weeks since I felt my best friend. I call his penis my best friend. Don’t judge me.

We began watching our show, idk why I thought we’d make it through the entire episode.

Keith rubbed my ass then gave it a good squeeze. “Damn baby you getting thick, I’m liking this” he whispered in my ear.

“I remember when we first started dating, you had no booty haha. Now look at you. I did that baby?” He asked

“Keith, oh my gosh. Yes baby you did that. And so did squats.” I answered.

He smacked my ass, “we’ll keep doing them squats….”

We attempted to watch the episode of Shameless again. About 10 minutes later, I’m sure Keith just said fuck it. He started squeezing and rubbing on my ass and thighs harder. It was time. He was ready and I BEEN ready. I don’t know why I got all nervous when he first got here.

Keith began kissing my neck. I turned around and kissed him softly. I sucked on his bottom lip and then forced my tongue in his mouth. We kissed like we’d never be able to kiss again. He rolled me on top of him as we continued to kiss. I kissed him down to his neck where I sucked and placed small bites. I stopped to take his shirt off and then he took off mine. After that I only had on my panties. He had on his shorts and boxer briefs. I went back and began to softly kiss him from his neck all the way down to his lower stomach. I started to tease him. I pulled down his shorts and boxers and started licked and kissing everything but his dick. I had him in the palm of my hands. He was so ready for this head.

I went back up kissed him once more then returned to his member. I placed a kiss on the tip, licked up his shaft, the put him in my mouth. At first I started slow, then I sped up as I began to deep throat. I was going crazy on him. He was trying his hardest not to yell out, I felt it. Keith isn’t a moaner.

I stopped sucking his dick and began to mount myself on top of him. He rose up and kissed me first. I pulled off my panties, grabbed his dick and put him at my opening. I teased his dick at my opening before sliding down it.

“Uhhhhhhh, oh my god baby” I moaned

“Shit, fuck you so wet” Keith moaned out.

I was slowly grinding as I leaned foreward to tell him how much I missed him.

“I missed you too baby too much. Ride that dick baby, fuck” he said

I bounced and twerked like my life depended on it. He loved when I got on top. I swear I cannot twerk at all. I can only do that shit on his dick. It’s crazy. We switched positions. Face down, ass up. He was smacking the hell out of my ass. I had to play it off like it didn’t hurt. It was good hurt, I guess. He started giving me short fast strokes then he would slow down and give me long slow strokes and it was driving me crazy. I was moaning so loud, I know for a fact my neighbors heard me. He was fucking me so good. I laid flat down as he continued to fuck me from behind. He laid on top of me as his dick continued to thrust in and out of me. All you heard was my screams, our skin slapping, and my wetness.

“Shit Keith, right there. Yes baby. UUUUHHHHHHHH, YESS!”

He was giving me long strokes, fast. Touching my spot. I was about to cum. His dick was going in and out and every time it made me get louder. I started grinding back on him. He sat up on his knees, grabbed my hips and continued to thrust in and out of me.

“KEITH YES FUCKKK. I’m about to cum, don’t stop.” I cried out

“Cum for me baby. Cum all over this dick”

“Ssssssssss, fuck. Ohhhh uhhhhhh baby right there. I’m about to oh my god. IM ABOUT TO– AHHHHHH KEEEITTHH IM CUMMING”

He then began fucked me harder. I thought I was about to explode. He wasn’t letting up. His dick felt so amazing. I was getting wetter and wetter as we came close to climax.

Keith went balls deep as he grinded into my now throbbing center. I was loving it. I was grinding back. I was trying hard not to cum. I just wanted to ride this feeling out forever. I started throwing my ass back.

“Shit, girl!”

I got about 6 more backshots in before we both came. I was stuck. He was stuck. We just wanted to lay there and go to sleep. I had to tell Keith to get up and get a towel before he really fell asleep.

After we cleaned ourselves up, we cuddled until we fell asleep. I was in my favorite place. His arms. It literally felt like forever since I’ve been held by him.

“I love you babe” I said to him

“I love you too” he said groggily

[mlephoebe]

Making a positive out of a negative situation.

What a morning I have had. It is currently June 7th, the day I was leaving to volunteer at Download festival, yet little did I know it was not going to happen. I was told by lecturers to blog about the experiences we gained over the summer, yet even though no hands-on volunteering experiences were gained on the Download site, I did however learn a lot and came out of this experience in a positive head space. The total opposite to how I was feeling earlier this morning when I discovered I was not going to make it anymore.

If you happen to be reading this knowing little about me, you would not know Download festival has been an event I have wanted to attend since I can remember, and this year I could kill two birds with one stone and watch some awesome bands whilst also gaining an experience to put on my CV, which was volunteering through Hotbox.                          

On February 2nd, fellow course mate Tom and I sat in Beats, our Universities café and applied to volunteer at Download festival 2017. A £145 deposit seemed pricey at the time but completely worth it when we laid out the opportunity we were gaining. By March I had found out that I was accepted and would be attending, which I was through the moon about. This would be the first big scale event I would be working at and the fact it was Download made me so pumped, this meant the countdown was on and would be all I talked about for the coming months. So apologies to all that I annoyed greatly when sharing my love for the line-up.

(Side note here which I wanted to throw in as I felt like it fitted well. Let’s briefly touch on the line up for Download this year. There has been quite a bit of controversy over it compared to previous years, i.e. last years, which of course it would never be as good as, the headliners were absolutely insane p;us it was Sabbaths last UK show but I will say I was in the group of people that did like the line-up this year. Sunday didn’t fit me right, Aerosmith yes but other than that not too good. However, Friday and Saturday are bargains for your money, System of a down for Pete’s sake! My top picks however which I am very upset about missing were System, Sum 41, The Devil Wears Prada, The Story So Far and Knuckle Puck).

Now fast forward a few months to May which was when we could choose our shift times. Tom and I both picked Bravo 1 as our first choice, which would mean our shifts would be Thursday 12am to 8am, Friday 4pm to Midnight and Sunday 8am to 4pm. Other than missing Sum 41 and System of a down It was a fantastic shift timetable and fitted us both fantastically, also meaning we could see bands together which is always fab with friends. On May 30th it was confirmed that we got out Bravo 1, hallelujah!

 The week commencing the festival I went out to collect what I would need, luckily Lidl’s the place of the gods had deals on camping equipment, so my bargain tent for £20 was greatly appreciated, (thanks Lidl you absolute babe of a store). Also shout out to Mountain Warehouse for the £60 saving on the wellies and rain coat I bought, absolutely fantastic. I know what you may be thinking here didn’t you lose money on all of this, well no is the answer to that question, as wellingtons and a sturdy, warm waterproof coat is on the kit list for Reading Festival which I will be volunteering at in August, so fear not my money has not been wasted. Only the £145 deposit and £52 I had spent on pre-booked trains to East Midlands from St, Pancreas and return would I loose. But I am keeping a positive head whilst writing this, as it has saved me money from not going. I didn’t have to spend a fortune on food and the return to London from Wycombe.

So whilst at the train station a tear was shed and eyeliner was smudged, honestly don’t really know what was wrong with me as that is totally not like me at all, probably just absolutely pissed at myself for being a total noob. But I soon realised being in a mood was not going to make this situation better for myself and that I needed to look at the positives, number 1 being I could actually vote in the election tomorrow, something I had royally fucked up if I had gone to Download as I had left it too late to get a proxy vote so would not have been able to vote if I had gone to the festival. 2. Being I could host the pub quiz at my works 2nd pub, thirdly I could keep my snapchat streaks going (yess I am that sad ahah) and finally I could attend my friends going away BBQ, so I had to look up at the positives because there are some.

Funnily enough I don’t even think I have explained why I am not even going, so that would probably be a strong point to touch on and the one which you are probably wondering most about. So on the 6th of June I totalled up the cost of how much this was all going to cost me and how much money I would have left, just between us the answer was not much, and with events over the next couple of weeks causing me to travel into London quite a bit I would not have the money left to do so If I went to Download. But with much frustration I decided I would touch my savings, something I never wanted to do at Uni as I wanted that to be there for emergencies when I left and moved onto the big wide world, plus I’m a stubborn bitch and did not want to go to my mum, despite knowing she would help me out in a heartbeat, I could never do that even if I was on the verge of being homeless, I am independent and that is something I wanted to stay throughout this situation. But because I’m smart I have my savings set up to only put money into not width draw from so I had to somehow change that. Which luckily, I managed to and as on 9am Wednesday I was happily woken by my alarm with the intentions of going despite still being extremely anxious about the money situation. (something I have learnt from this is how I need to worry less about money and more about myself). So I booked a taxi as there was not a cat in hells chance I was going to get all my luggage and tent to the train station by myself. Now this is where this situation goes south. The taxi did not turn up☹ there is a reason I never use taxis one being I see it as extremely lazy and the other I have never trusted them, today was a prime example of that. With 12minutes to spare until my train left the station I decided to powerwalk to the station whilst dragging my luggage with me, I must have looked crazy for trying as it takes me about that time to walk there without carrying masses of luggage. As you can probably tell I didn’t make it and by waiting for the next train would miss my east midlands train which I had already pre booked, yayyy!!! (sarcasm there, MAJOR sarcasm). Once talking to the station staff begging them to let me transfer my ticket to a later train and being told there was not a chance, I would have to buy a new one was when it all hit me too hard and I had a slight break down, but here I am to tell the tale, in Starbucks writing this post as well as creating updated CVs to hand in to find a second job to hopefully get my shit back in line, something which would be fine if my current job gave me more than 1 shift over the next 3 weeks, not a dig at all, (TOTALLY IS!!!) as you can probably tell I am very sour about it. But onwards and upwards we go, looking on the positives we have an interview for another internship, fingers crossed, Wireless festival work experience from the 21st and many more in August, so positive cap on there will always be many more Downloads to attend.

UPDATE ON THE STORY:

It's the next day and guess who is an absolute idiot who should have read the terms and conditions? MEEEEE, yes me. Turns out there is a 20day deadline in which you need to let them know by, if you can no longer make it, or otherwise you will be blacklisted from Hotbox events. Yes you did hear that correctly I am BLACKLISTED, can you actually believe this? #closingdoors for myself or what? Now I understand how inconvenient this must be for them, I get that and I know I will lose my deposit, and quite frankly at this point don't really mind, but the lady who I have been speaking on the phone with does not seem to realise no money means no travel, and no money also means no way of getting there. She is probably a bloody lovely lady just doing her job, dealing with inconvenient, annoying people like myself but come on. Also praying this just means I can not volunteer with them anymore not actually be banned from events they are at, because that would majorly fuck my career up, yayyy!!!

Ps: expect a tidal wave of blog posts to come over the next week, I have so much to write about from the month of May as well as things to write about from the coming weeks yet I keep starting posts then moving onto the next without even completing the one I was on, so it has been a day spent in Starbucks trying to finish them all. What I’m trying to say is watch out!