#so worth having to resit exams

[somerando369]

BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE

[schrijverr]

Passion

Hen Wilson Week 2025, Day 1: Passion

An introspection of Hen’s decision to drop out of med school. What drove her to make that choice and what she feels about it. Prompts by @henwilsonweek

On Ao3.

Ships: Henren

Warnings: none

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Hen has sacrificed a lot to be in medical school and she loves being a med student. She loves all the new knowledge she gains and getting to use it out in the field, and she loves the idea of helping people like she helped Maurice with a thoracotomy in the back of the ambulance, following him all the way into the OR.

She felt so good on that day. When someone accidentally called her doctor, she felt good. She felt important. She felt like she did something not many people can do. She felt like she had made a difference. She has always wanted to make a difference.

Even back when she started in pharmaceuticals, she wanted to help people get the medicine they’d need to continue on, to live.

However, working in pharmaceuticals had never felt as fulfilling as she thought it would. They weren’t helping people, they were just making a profit. It was soulless and corporate and she wasn’t making a difference at all.

So, she had switched to becoming a paramedic. Being a paramedic has always been amazing. It didn’t matter that the Academy was rough and the work place was literal hell under Gerrard, because the work made it worth it.

She was helping people. On their lowest days, in their lowest moments, Hen was there making a difference, making sure they had a chance at seeing tomorrow. She was quite literally saving lives every day.

Becoming a doctor was supposed to be a next step in that.

Supposed to.

Hen has quit medical school.

After pouring two years of her life into this, after sacrificing time with her family, sleep, nearly her life at some point, she is quitting. Giving up. Dropping out. All the synonyms.

It should make her feel upset. It should make her feel disappointed in herself. It should make her feel like she is an idiot for ever trying and for ever giving up, especially because she was doing it. Hen was on her way to become a doctor.

Sure, she’d had that hiccup with the failed neurology exam that she failed, but she made that up. She walked her ass into that hospital and impressed her teacher enough with her knowledge that she didn’t have to resit her second year. She can just say the word and she’ll be back on track to becoming a doctor, one of the most prestigious jobs there is.

She should feel like an idiot for ever giving up on that opportunity, but she just… doesn’t.

First of all, for her it had never been about prestige. If that had been her goal, she could have climbed the corporate ladder in pharmaceuticals and never gave a singular fuck about becoming a paramedic to begin with.

Hen’s passion has always been helping people and shadowing Dr. Simmons made her realize that becoming a doctor didn’t mean leveling up in helping people, but a change in how she would be helping people.

Change is not necessarily bad and doctors still help people and she is sure that being an ER doctor would be closer to helping people the way she is now. However, it is not the same. You’re not there at the scene, you’re not the person there when a person is still reeling, when they’re at their most vulnerable and most critical. You’re just not at the front lines in the same way.

Looking back on it, the way she felt in that OR with Maurice wasn’t a feeling of coming home, of experiencing this and wanting. It was pride of getting Maurice there alive, of having made that split second decision in the ambulance and being right. Of saving his life when someone else might have had a dead on arrival.

Of getting the respect of the people in that OR, who are a part of society that sometimes look down on paramedics as lesser than doctors, as seeing paramedics as just a taxi service to the hospital instead of an integral part of making sure people survive. Of making sure that people can heal. Can live.

Hen has never craved prestige for her work, but has always wanted respect. Has always wanted to be more than a black lesbian woman that society tends to spit on, has always wanted to walk in a room and be seen as a person that matters. In that OR she was a person that mattered.

That feeling had stuck with her and she has chased it for two years, but no more. She still loves med school, loves the knowledge it brought her and how it has helped her help her patients better and she will definitely continue to study, to read up on medical knowledge and studies, but she doesn’t need to be a doctor.

Of course there is a part of her that grieves about quitting med school. That mourns for Dr. Wilson, who almost was. Because she enjoyed med school so goddamn much, even with all the stress it gave her, all the time it stole from her.

However, Hen just likes being there, holding a person’s hand and telling them they’re going to be okay, that a competent team is waiting for them at the hospital and she is going to get them there alive, too much.

She doesn’t want to wait around in an ER all day for patients to come to her, having to hope that whoever found them was kind to them, was competent, made them feel safe in being left in her care, did the job as well as she would have.

It’s not that she doesn’t think her fellow paramedics can’t do their job the way she does hers – though she has worked with a few assholes in her day, who shouldn’t be allowed near patients, but she digresses – it’s just that she can’t stand the thought of getting patients that are practically a nameless meat slab to her in an OR. She wants to work with people. People with names and lives and unfortunate circumstances that brought them into her life.

So, yeah, she dropped out of med school and she doesn’t regret it.

She doesn’t regret giving up on a career some would kill for, because it’s not her. She’s done chasing respectability from people who’d lose it for her the second she takes off that white coat anyway, when it’s not the kind of work she wants to be doing. Both her and her patients deserve better.

Of course what definitely helps in making that decision is the people she has around her. Had Gerrard still been Captain of their house, then Hen would be enrolling for her third year without question, ready to get out of that toxic hell hole.

However, Gerrard isn’t Captain of the 118 and instead Hen works with people she likes, with people she considers family.

Leaving the 118 is the thing that made the final decision for her. She could have gotten used to helping people differently, could have adjusted to how she interacted with patients as a Doctor. Could have found a way to humanize and connect with the unconscious person on the operating table that she didn’t even know a name of.

She could have found a way, but she would have had to do it without the 118 next to her. Having to sign those resignation papers made her realize how much she would miss all of them. How it wouldn’t be the same to see them at barbecues and at gatherings or hang outs, as it would be to be out in the field with them.

How she would miss Chimney’s jokes and seamless teamwork. How she would miss Bobby’s level headed leadership and his underrated sense of humor. How she would miss catching up with Eddie over coffee about the gossip from one of his many social activities. How she would miss Buck’s fun facts and the way he would give her gray hair from stress with his stunts if she had hair.

Most importantly, it made her realize how much she’d miss having her family the way she has them now.

It wouldn’t have just been the 118 that would be different, it would be different between her and Karen too, as well as her relationship with Denny, the way they’d have to give up fostering.

Hen didn’t want that.

As a paramedic she works odd hours too and she sometimes has to miss holidays and birthdays, because of work. In that regard, it’s not that different from being a doctor. However, it would be different, being a doctor just comes with a different kind of schedule than being a paramedic does and it’s demanding, especially as a med student.

She hadn’t thought about how combining that with fostering might not be a smart idea. Hen has always done it all, pushed through and found a way. She’d thought she could do that here as well, but Karen was right when she told Hen she had to chose between sleep, studying and family. Hen would have to give up family and that wasn’t an option.

When her and Karen took in Denny, Karen gave up her dream of going into space for him. It was her choice and Hen would have supported her if she had still wanted to go to space, but she can’t deny in hindsight that it was the right move for them as a family.

Her giving up becoming a Doctor for their family, the countless of kids they helped – yet another way Hen did what she was passionate about – was a no brainer for her from the moment Deidra came by to talk about hosting events since they couldn’t foster anymore.

Right now, she cared more about her family than her career. She didn’t know exactly when it happened, maybe since Karen sat across from her in that bar, maybe since that first day home with Denny, maybe over the course of a thousand little moments. Either way, Hen didn’t care when it happened, just that it happened. And she wasn’t giving her life up.

Hen might have sacrificed a lot to be in medical school and she loves being a med student. She loved all the new knowledge it gave her and how it helped her become a better paramedic. It made her feel good to be a med student. However, it wasn’t fulfilling, just like pharmaceuticals hadn’t been fulfilling as she’d thought either.

So, she’d dropped out and that felt good too. Being a paramedic has always been who she was meant to be about, the passion of being on the front lines helping people that she could never give up. The life it had granted her by introducing her to Chimney, then Karen and the rest of the 118.

Being a paramedic might not be glamorous like a being a Doctor would have been, but Hen didn’t care about that, because the work made it worth it. It had all been worth it.

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A/N:

I’ve always liked how the show deals with the Dr. Wilson storyline, because it would have been so sad to see Hen leave the 118, even if she totally deserves to go as far as she wants. But I am so glad we got to keep her around and that they didn’t just go ‘oh, well it was too much and she couldn’t handle it,’ like no, if she had wanted to, she would have, she just didn’t want to.

[helenofsimblr]

Maisie: He lied to us.

Stella: Yes he did Maze, of course he did. That was the last lesson that the Professor had to teach us. Don’t trust a damn thing people tell you. Assume it's all lies and work back from there. 

Stella: This was a lesson that I lost. Somewhere along the way, I made the mistake of trusting, which is why I trusted the Moriarty’s. They told enough truth to disguise their lies. Did I know they were dirty? Yes, of course. But what I failed to see was the extent. Sometimes you get so damn sure of yourself you think you’re unbeatable or maybe it's just that you don’t want to see it. After all, there are lies, damned lies, and statistics. And the statistics all looked legit. 

Ozen: Some people are just out to make money no matter what Stella. 

Stella: Maisie was stressed and thinking she was going to fail. I just wanted to smoke and go get a coffee or something stronger preferably. 

Maisie: I won’t be able to work from anywhere if I’ve failed, which is quite likely! If I have to resit, my parents are gonna kill me. 

Stella: Nah, It’ll be fine.

****

Maisie: Nah, it WON’T be fine!

Stella: Maze, you’re not going to fail ok? That was just one question. One. Yes it was worth a fuck ton of marks but there were other questions right! So unless you botched everything, you will pass the exam.

Maisie: Do you think so?

Stella: Of course. 

Morrigan: Did you really?

Stella: Uh… well I thought she probably would pass. When we did joint study it worked out ok for her so… yeah I figured she had a good shot. She knew most of the material. But once her self confidence was bolstered enough we were straight back to the topic of Sulani!

Maisie: So are you gonna come to summer break on Sulani?! What’s the deal?

Stella: You know what Maze, yeah, sure. I’ll come to Sulani, it’ll be great. One last dash of freedom before we are chained to desks for the rest of our lives huh?

****

Maisie: Oooh!! Stella it's gonna be awesome. Awesome! I swear we’ll have a great time! 

Stella: Yeah, uh Maisie you’ve kinda grabbed my hair, ouch!

Maisie: Sorry Stella! I’m just so excited.

Stella: Oh yeah, me too! Woo! Go Sulani! As soon as we get our results, let's book it and go!

[savemygrades]

i'm sending you hugs !!! i'm sure you did well in your exams <3

and even if you didn’t, remember that your results don’t define your self worth!!! what matters is that you tried and learned from it

Thankyouu :')

The thing is I have no more resits, so if I fail these set of exams, I can no longer continue on the course. So a lot is at stake right now :'). I'm just trying to keep myself busy so that I have less time to think and stress about these results.

2 more sleeps until I'll know

[thebluntstudent]

a little introductory .☆•°. chaos babble #1

(Will be doing a few different types of blog posts and content here- when I want to vent current study progress for my own motivation in an informal rambling drabble, you can expect a chaotic babble. When I finally set up my blog theme, I'll create a little directory for post tags)

honestly this is an alt blog to give me some motivation to get my academic sh*t together once again so I can become the philosophy queenie I always wanted to be ~ so a little academic context (if you want more personal info then go stalk my main blog and excuse the fallout thirst):

For a whole load of reasons and context I don't need to provide, by the time I finished my first year of university at 20 in 2022, my mental health was at an all time low and a variety of family issues present at the time caused me to decide to take an interruption year.

I had for the first time in my academic history outright failed an exam despite revising for hours on the topic due to constantly feeling overwhelmed and not looking after myself physically due to over-commitment to societies and hall committee roles; I had also for the first time gotten to a point where I had missed handing in an essay completely- which for somebody who's self-worth had for my entire life been centred around my grades and academic abilities was a hefty blow to my self-efficacy.

I was intending to work on my mental health and begin to resolve my trauma on my interruption year, and up until April 2023 this was going quite well; I had begun volunteering at a group for adults with disabilities that my older brother attended, I was keeping up with my academic studies by exploring areas of philosophy I hadn't yet had the chance to without the time pressure or expectations an educational institute mandates, and was preparing eagerly for resits and deferrals from the end of my first year.

Between April 2023 and August 2023, I lost my last remaining grandparents, and one of the two cats I had grown up with. The grief also worsened existing family circumstances that had begun to heal slowly over the prior few years, and due to failing an exam that summer for a second time, once again having to defer an essay, and visiting a doctor about my anxiety a month before I was due to return to university only to be told 'well not much I can do when you're going to be 120 miles away in a few weeks'- I wasn't quite prepared to return in 2023 either.

As of writing this it is May 2024. I did a lot of mental healing through winter- and despite the fact I had to cope with a lot of chaos the first few months of this year, and despite the fact my hormones have been protesting agaimst me for the last two months in what so far is looking to be PCOS, I handed in my last remaining essay from year one and have one last exam to do, in seven days from now.

It is the only module I have failed to pass an exam for. It is the only thing left (well aside from the potential PCOS, and finding a place to live in London in this economy as a working class lass, sigh) between me and finally returning to my dream degree at a university I took an extra year at college to make sure I would get into- between me and breaking a chain, and defying a stereotype about broken homes and council estates. I have to remind myself of my motivations, so that when I am hopeless I remember what got me this far, and what I have left to prove. That is what this is all about.

where I am at right now, in this moment:

The topic is intermediate logic, and I hate that for me. I signed up without realising that however fabulous it is to be able to understand inductive reasoning through the power of symbols, this is essentially maths in disguise. It is for me the chocolate-covered sprout of the modules I chose: sweet on the surface, definitely good for you, but a stinky experience for the senses when you actually get into the thick of it.

I'm 2 out of 9 topics down in terms of reviewing content with active recall, and tonight I'm going to keep going for a couple of hours- I've not been able to sleep much more than 6 hours recently, so thankfully a couple late night study sessions are honestly a distraction from the general nuisance my body is hurling my way at the minute.

Plan for the next session is to get through at least one more topic review, two at a push depending on how long the first takes (so many formulas. so many.) and also to create a little reminder on my break for me and anyone out there in the void of ways to compromise study and self-care in less than ideal conditions <3

[pastanest]

alright grab a cuppa lemme tell u the deets

here are the characters

me: 💃🏻 21 y/o jude 2nd year of med school (i failed second year so am currently repeating)

friends: 👭 🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ 🧍🏽‍♀️diff colors to differentiate (four of them are in third year med/dentistry, one is a different major so no shared classes)

these are my closest friends. (except one will make sense later) ive had a hard year and had to resit some exams (obvi didnt turn out well lol) and they were with me all throughout. two (yellow twins) also resat some exams with me. they are twins irl lol, im close to one (twin #1) not the other (twin #2). twin #1 passed her exams and moved on to third year. twin #2 didnt. at first

DUN DUN DUN

two months into uni the admin called twin #2 into the office and told her they made a mistake and she didnt fail ! of course i was so glad she didnt have to repeat the year but also i was so pissed that the uni did this to her!! this isnt a small mistake! and she missed a third year exam which she will have to retake on her own time. i was like ummm if i were u id be so pissed at admin but its chill that ur not i mean to each their own i guess 🤷‍♀️

THEN twin #1 (the one i was close to) started texting me paragraph after paragraph about how i shouldnt “be such a karen” and if i say anything to anyone id get twin #2 in such trouble and that i shouldnt be jealous (never said i was???) and loads and loads of things like that. i got pissed. i told her i wasnt gonna tell anyone and that i didnt really wanna discuss this. with anyone, let alone her.

THEN it spread to the rest of the girls. this girl 🧍🏾‍♀️ my closest friend out of them all started being super mean. she was like “its not like your grade was so close to passing anyways why do you care?” 😐 no words.

THEN i was super sad about all this and i texted 🧍🏻‍♀️i was like i feel like everyone hates me and im not sure what ive done wrong. then she said ‘maybe look through ur texts with all the girls and apologize for whatever needs apologizing for” … i said ‘do u know something i dont’ she said ‘i do but i cant tell u’

what in the middle school ass shit is this???

- 🍌

ok first of all u and twin 2 are better than me bc I’D have been petty enough to go to the admin myself n be like “tf are you playing at lmao?? 😀” and that’s not being a Karen in the slightest it’s sticking up for your friends like ??? where is the issue lol. Karen’s get unreasonably irate about minor/non-issues…this is FAR from that

your entire friend group ganging up on you like that? YIKES AND A HALF. shocking behaviour from supposed adults I’ll be honest. think I saw these lot having a meetup the other day actually, though I recognised them from somewhere 🤔

it’s worth clarifying that you’d have every right to feel jealous/sceptical of your own grade based on the admin failure, but that’s entirely irrelevant anyway bc that’s clearly not what you were acting on?? you were pleased for your friend and wanted to back her up if she was pissed, which you would’ve been in her position and were FOR her? jfc.

add me to this groupchat I’d like to box them out xoxo

[tntky]

At the end of the day, we are only universe dust.

Yo ! 

It’s been a while, I know. And it is probably due to the fact that I am on my period and therefore my monthly mental breakdown guided by the masochism of this patriarchal society is scheduled for right now! Oh, oh, someone is one getting worse over the years...

Hi everyone from the little imaginary world inside my head, hello to the hidden camera audience watching my illusory daily life! What’s new? Well, we survived so far. Tomorrow, I have a shitty exam that I have as a resit and it’s  driving me crazy because I’m already picturing the stupidly simple questions that requires logical answers with some technical terms that I could have handled perfectly last year if I didn’t miss the whole point of it back then due to lack of focus.

My unhealthy state of mind  is still relevant to last year though, it is just that there are days when it gets the best of me and others when it is manageable. This feeling of seeing yourself from other's point of view like you’re just a failure to society is horrible. The glue stick, the nobody. And when you try to get your shit back together, you try to regain control of how you manage to spend your time, how to get better at expressing your emotions etc. That’s usually when the worst thing finds a way to come back into your life. Begging you to go through the unhealed trauma all other again.

This feels like you’re literally pealing yourself like a banana, except you’re tearing off your borderline skin, to get back on the right track. I need to learn to fix my fucking boundaries. I am so fucking tired of not being independent of my own self. Anyway, for now we will still have to hold on for a few more months in order to finish our damn exams... and then we will at least be free to no longer work in this same shitty society and stick to those awful school routines that are boring.

I have to learn to listen to myself, I have to learn to listen to my  body, to do what makes me happy, even if it means to be ridiculous to others. I need to take back the control of my emotions, to release my  thinking brain stuck in driving mode. I am not a machine, I am a human being with emotions, and I must not let things that could possibly harm me happen. I have to take care of little me and picture her with a smile on her lips and her four teeth who is still full of joy and innocence and ask myself, what would she think of you? And what about of all the dreams she had. There is nothing stupid about having ambitions such as just going for a run alone, being able to take the car and go for a ride, sit down in public and eat something near a waterfront while listening to music - without having sweating hands or shaking my whole body. I am not going to get stuck on the same speeches year after year, come on.

We are getting started. We’re going it, now. Whatever scares us, it’ll do and, we will do it when we decide to do it, you know, for it's useless to force yourself on days where you feel really low. But believe in you as your own safe place. You don’t need others to encourage you or  give you the strength, to tell you it's going to be fine or that what you do is okay. Fuck that, you know your worth and if you want something, and your body feels right about it, then do it. At the end of the day, we are only universe dust.

You are not in competition with anyone but yourself. SO, TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND ACTION. 

[thewynne]

You can resit SATs! It costs money to take the test though, so middle class/wealthier kids are more likely to do it (there are waivers etc. for lower income kids but idk if they'd apply for resits). Technically anyone can take the SAT, you just have to sign up and pay 60 bucks. Never took the ACT, which is similar/more popular in some parts of the country, but I assume it's similar.

Ditto AP exams, which can give you university credit if you pass; my school had a big achievement gap problem and to help combat that the school would pay for any additional AP tests (which were $80 a pop) after the first 2. I wish they'd pay for all of them, but it's worth noting that if you take enough you can basically chop a year off of a four-year bachelor's degree, which is... a lot of money in America.

@bisquid I think now it is, but it wasn't always? When I took it like 15 years ago they still had an essay section. The 'ideal' essay was super formulaic (literally didn't finish mine and still scored above average on that section lol). Worth noting that the multiple choice questions are very easy to hack if you know how the test writers think, there are SAT critics who've taken the test and gotten high scores just by going 'A is too obvious, B is clearly wrong, gotta be C since that's what's left.'

not going to share what this is about bcos it was obviously an off the cuff comment that the OP didn't word very well but hm. sometimes when i see americans trying to compare their school grading systems to the rest of the world it's very. square peg in round hole? 'in europe a 50% is a passing grade' ok i cannot speak for the rest of europe obviously but in the UK we uh. don't really have passing grades.

[gayspock]

my first resit in an hour does everyone want to wish me kisses and good luck because i only know half the material properly

[myfictionaldreams]

ello! saw your post and i wanna request a moon knight in which the reader is a female and she just graduated uni and the moon boys take turns in bed praising her like "our smart pretty girl", "so independent" of course if you are comfortable writing this have a good day/night :)

Praises // Moon Knight boys ☾ x fem!reader

A/N: Thank you for this request, I’ve been desperate to write something like this again! Also if anyone is at university or college, good luck with any exams/essays/results, I know how difficult it can be but trust me, it’s worth it in the end!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, anxiety, fluff, begging, sub steven, dom marc, dom jake, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral sex (f!recieving), creampie, pet names, shower sex, multiple sex positions, fingering, crying, praise kink, sir kink, daddy kink, aftercare, intense orgasms, pain/pleasure, bdsm, literally this is filthy lol, not beta read im sorry for mistakes

Word: 7.6k (oops)

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The hardwood floor creaked beneath your sock-covered feet as you paced back and forth across the flat you shared with the boys. You’d been at it since the moment you’d awakened that day, anxiety rippling through your body so drastically that pacing was the only action you could complete without the overwhelming feeling of throwing up or passing out.

It was the day you’d been waiting for years, results day. And for some unknown reason, the University had decided to release the results in the evening rather than midday which only caused you to overthink everything you had ever done whilst at uni. What if the results are out late because you failed? What if you have to waste another whole year resitting it? Shaking your head, you tried to let your mind go blank before you spiralled into a deep pit.

Steven watched you from his seat on the sofa, his own nerves bubbling in his stomach, hands wringing in his lap as he glanced at the clock for what felt like the 400th time that day. He desperately wanted you to get your results, he knew for sure that you’d passed but he absolutely hated seeing you this worked up.

Usually, Steven was always the one to be able to help best with your anxieties, compared to Jake and Marc. But today, he felt completely helpless as he watched you continue to pace the same path continuously for hours on end.

“Uh… Love, why don’t you have something to drink, you haven’t had anything all day”, Steven tried to reason with you, his voice trying to be soft and calm and would usually have you crawling into his lap but today, your mind couldn’t even process anything that he said.

Instead, your eyes remained glued to the screen of the laptop that was on the desk between you and Steven, so that he couldn’t see the screen. Your reasoning is that if you failed, you didn’t want him to read the words.

Steven shook his head as you continued to pace, briefly glancing at the mirror as Marc demanded that he make you drink. “I can’t force her to do anything mate” Steven mumbled in reply.

Marc rolled his eyes in announced in the mirror, not that you could see or hear his reply, “You know what Steven, maybe you should force her, it’s been nearly 20 hours since she’s had anything to eat or drink”.

“You do it then mate, I’m not having her hating me when she’s so stressed out-” BING.

Both you and Steven stopped immediately at the recognisable email notification noise. The air in the room suddenly felt thick and heavy as you slowly reached for the laptop, fingers shaking as you were one click away from finding out the much-anticipated results. Steven sat on the edge of the sofa, watching you closely to try and read any sort of expression that would give your results away.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you finally plucked up the courage to click on that all-important email.

You couldn’t breathe for a second, eyes becoming painful from the length of time that you’d gone without blinking until finally, you whispered, “I did it”.

Steven stood so quick his vision blurred as he shouted, “you did it?”

“I did it!” you screamed, reading the word congratulations over and over on the computer screen, the realisation finally set in as you sprinted around the table and jumped into Steven’s arms, causing you both to topple backwards onto the sofa, your legs straddling his body as he held you to him. Both of you were screaming and shouting with joy, you even briefly felt bad for the neighbours but you also didn’t care as happy tears slipped down your cheeks.

You weren’t sure when but the tears soon turned into sobs, all the years, countless nights not sleeping, the essays and exams had all been worth it for this moment. Steven held you close, catching every tear that escape your eyes, his lips brushing against your forehead.

“Oh my beautiful, smart girl” he praised, lips moving across your face until there wasn’t a patch of skin he hadn’t kissed as he continued to compliment you until finally, you stopped sobbing, instead smiling so much that your cheeks ached, which Steven was reciprocating with proud bright eyes.

“I can’t believe it,” you said in a rush, leaning your forehead against his whilst his hands settled against your waist, thumb rubbing small circles over your clothes.

“I never doubted you for a second, Love” Steven bragged, one of his hands moving to cup your cheek which you swiftly nuzzled into. Your boyfriend kissed your lips once more, twice, three times before you pressed harder, with all the eagerness that you could muster, knuckles aching with how tightly you were holding onto his shirt. His soft lips moved with yours, the taste of toast on the tip of your tongue as it slipped in, caressing his own.

Steven moaned, hands both now cupping the back of your head, keeping you close to him as you both became lost in one another's lips. It was only as your lungs burned for the need of air did you pull away, but only to tug on the bottom of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him, your hips rolling down onto his crotch, already feeling this thickening cock, only separated from your cunt by a few layers of material.

Leaning forward, you were able to finally free him of the shirt, his warm beautiful skin flexing under your fingers as they danced along the skin, needing to feel every part of him as those wondrous lips of his travelled down your throat, leaving delicate kisses that had your body shivering in response. “My smart girl, my beautiful smart girl” he mumbled, and you mewled with each praise, loving when Steven was so appreciative of you, which he usually was.

It was only as you reached down to undo his jeans were you stopped by his hands enveloping yours, halting your actions. A frown set across your features as Steven sat back on the sofa so you were able to look at his face.

“Sorry Darlin’, Marc he- he keeps shouting at me and it’s only getting worse. I promise we can continue this but I really need you to drink something”.

You sat back against his knees, hands raising to Steven’s cheeks, thumb rubbing against his cheekbone as you knew the next words would probably get you in trouble but you didn’t care, Marc was ruining a perfectly good moment. “Well… fuck Marc, I’m busy”.

Steven’s head tipped back as he laughed, his eyes creasing as his hands returned to the back of your head, pulling you forward, “oh I’m sure you’ll be paying for that one later”. His lips moulded with yours once more, both of you moaning at the contact, his scents were filling your senses as you turned your head, causing the kiss to go deeper, his tongue flicking out and dancing with your own.

Steven was very good at distractions so you weren’t expecting for him to flip your position so now you were the one on the sofa, lying down with him hovering over you. It was now your turn to be undressed and he moved with delicate touches, making sure to lightly touch your skin as he removed each article of clothing leaving goosebumps across your body.

In between your legs was throbbing uncontrollably, your panties visibly wet as he pulled them down your legs and discarded them across the room. You needed him, you needed him now.

Reaching up to try and pull him down, you whined as he moved out of your reach, his lips kissing the tips of your fingers as he smiled down at you, “Shh my clever girl, let me take care of you”. You didn’t respond, not sure you could even form a proper word as arousal turned your brain to fuzz. Particularly as you lay there and watched the half-naked Steven move lower, hands now on the back of your thighs pushing up until you were completely exposed to him, the cool air causing your sweet cunt to clench around nothing.

He didn’t break eye contact, as he lowered his face, tongue out until finally, he licked the length of your core, savouring the unique taste that was only you. Both of you moaned deeply, his movements were slow, calculated like they always were. Steven was a passionate lover, more submissive than the other two but that mean that all he wanted to do was pleasure you, never caring if he came, only caring that you were taken care of.

His talented tongue moved up your slit, reaching your throbbing bean, circling it slowly, adding the slightest bit of pressure, making sure to really build up your already heightened arousal. At the same time, his long fingers moved to your entrance, circling it in the same manner as his tongue and slowly, you watched him slip one finger in, your mouth hung open, a constant stream of moans leaving it, only spurring Steven on.

The man didn’t do anything special with his fingers, for now, that was for later, instead, he simply felt the velvety warm walls, stretching you enough to slip in a second finger, rocking them both in and out as a single dark curl fell onto his forehead. Your hand reached out, sliding through his hair, not being rough, you could never be rough with Steven but simply scratching his scalp, silently telling him that he was doing good, perfect in fact.

Steven watched you for a few moments, continuing his slow actions, knowing that he was going to make you cum in the next minute but wanting to have the image of you moaning, glossy-eyed and desperate, engraved into his brain.

Removing his mouth from your centre, he beamed, “I’m so proud of you”. Steven's lips then seal around your clit, sucking it into his mouth whilst at the same time starting to curl his fingers, pumping his hand and the tingling sensation rushed over you before you could fully process his words. Releasing your clit, his tongue swiped across with firm pressure whilst his fingers didn’t stop the movements, Steven became aware that his chin and neck were becoming wet as you squirted over him, eyes rolling back, the hand in his hair moving to the sofa so you didn’t pull out his hair, needing to grip something as your core tightened violently until finally, you came.

Your cunt convulsed around his fingers, your body spasming as Steven’s fingers slowed until eventually, he pulled them out, his tongue licking up every drip of your juices. He smiled down at you, cheeks flushed as he could see the happy smile spread across your face, “I need you, Steven”.

“You can have me Love, but not here, you deserve the bed, not the sofa, come on”, tugging on your hand, he helped you up, chuckling at the slight wobbling of your legs but the distance to the bed wasn’t long and you were soon pushing him into the middle, crawling up until you were straddling his lap. Once again, however, Steven switched your positions, shaking his head as he smiled mischievously down at you. “How ever will I treat my ever so clever girl, passing her degree all by herself”.

“Steven please”, he never usually had you begging like this, that was more Jake's job but Steven couldn’t help himself today, he wanted you to feel amazing. Reaching up, you gripped his hair, pulling his face down so you could hungrily kiss him, tongues clashing together, teeth nipping on lips.

The man hovering over you reached between your bodies, fumbling to undo his jeans with shaky hands, his cock almost painful with how hard he was, he relieved sigh escaped his lips that were still attached to yours as his member was finally freed. You noticed his reaction and instantly reached for him, tossing him off a few times, enjoying the way he bucked his hips with your movements, before angling it towards your entrance, not even giving him time to fully take off the remainder of his clothes.

You both groaned deeply as he finally slide his thick hard cock into your quivering hole, your arousal enough to be a natural lube as he easily filled you inch after inch until finally you were both slotted together.

Sex with Steven was never the same as with Marc or Jake. It was never rushed, aggressive or filled with fancy sex positions. No, it was always sensual, and passionate and he knew your body better than your own but he was always modest about it, simply smiling down at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. Obviously Marc and Jake thought the same but sex with them was just…different, you loved them all equally especially as they were all so unique.

Your back arched up as Steven started to pull out, his thrusts were long and deep, and his hands were interlocked with your own, held above your head whilst his lips travelled down the length of your throat. Every drag of his hips had you clinging harder to him, as he built up your pleasure until he had to cuming just as hard as the first time, your cunt clenching hard around him that he too came, your name spilt from his lips in desperation, arms wobbling to keep himself up as he stilled within.

After a few moments of trying to catch your breaths, he rolled off of you, his hand coming up to stroke your cheek as both of you smiled at each other like idiots in love. Closing your eyes, you savoured the after-sex glow, listening to each other breath.

“You know… you really do need to eat something Poppet. How about we go to dinner? Celebrate the great news, have a few drinks?”

“I would love that very much, Mr Grant. Let me just have a quick shower”, you lean up to kiss him, standing and doing the awkward run to the bathroom, hands between your legs to stop any of his cum from dripping onto the floor.

Stepping into the shower, you let the warm water spill over your body, relaxing your muscles. The reality of passing university brushed over your thoughts again as you did a happy dance in the shower, quickly before washing your body.

You’d become so lost in your happy little thoughts that you didn’t hear the other person enter the bathroom, not until a warm solid body collided with your back. Smiling to yourself, you leaned into the warmth, feeling the already hardening cock against your lower back. “Ready for another round are you, my love?” you asked innocently.

As you made to turn around, a muscular arm circled around your front, gripping your jaw in a strong grip so you were now held firmly in place. Definitely not Steven.

The hand holding your jaw pushed upwards, tipping your head back so that the shower sprayed across your face, lips moved to your ears, tickling and teasing as a low voice murmured, “Fuck Marc? Did I hear you correctly?”

You knew he could feel the pounding of your heart as he held your jaw, his teeth nipping your ear as you rubbed your thighs together, cunt clenching in anticipation, you didn’t date speak. It was always the game of cat and mouse when it came to Marc and your relationship but in the end, Marc always was the winner.

“All you needed to do…was to have one drink of water, just one”. You were hyperaware of every single movement that he made as he raised his spare hand to rest lightly against your naked hip, keeping you close to him.

“Well we were slightly distracted…sir”, you added the name for good measure, not wanting to annoy him any further.

His lips turned up slightly at your words but he didn’t say anything for a few minutes, leaving the anticipation thick in the air until at least, he squeezed your jaw, demanding you open. Immediately you opened your mouth wide, the water from the shower dribbling out and down your chin.

“Drink.”

You drank the water as it poured down from the shower, gulping the water thirstily.

“Good girl”, he whispered, feeling every time you swallowed whilst he continued to hold your jaw. His words sent shivers up your spine, causing it to rub harder against his cock that throbbed against you.

As your gulps started to slow down and Marc was happy with your water intake, he spun you around, pressing your back against the cool tiles, hand still holding onto your jaw, the other now leaning against the wall above you. Reaching down to your height, his back now had the shower beating against it so you weren’t being sprayed anymore.

Slowly, you raised your eyes from the floor, up his body to his dark beautiful eyes. Even though he shared the same body as Steven and Jake, he still looked different, you weren’t sure whether it was the hardening of the gaze in his eyes or the beautiful smirk that he held on his lips but either way, it brought a sly smile to your own mouth, having not seen him for a week.

“I hear congratulations are in order, you beautiful intelligent girl.” Pride and love bloomed in your chest.

“Thank you, sir”. So distracted by his handsome face, you didn’t notice the hand he had used to lean against the wall, slip down until his calloused fingertip started rubbing against your eagerly awaiting clit, causing you to cry out.

“I’m so proud of you, baby girl”.

“Tha-thank you, sir. I couldn’t have done it without you-ah!” Marc had slipped two fingers into your centre, his thumb now rubbing slow methodical circles against your bundle of nerves, your hips began moving with the action instantly. He watched you closely, his eyes devouring your every move.

Marc didn’t quicken his pace as he continued talking, the two fingers within you moving in and out steadily, “Now, I think my baby girl deserves a reward, what do you say?” You could only nod, moaning at his clever hands. “You’ve done so amazingly over these last few years. I want to pleasure you until you can’t walk and then we’ll order some food, no need to leave this place when I’ve got to make you feel good, baby.”

The mere thought of what he had planned had your core tightening, the tingles already spreading down your thighs as you breathed out, “I’m close, sir.”

“You want to cum for daddy?”

“Yes please, daddy”. His fingers moved quicker, bending at the perfect angle as his mouth dropped to suck one of your erect nipples, your hands instantly moving to hold onto his wrist that still held your jaw.

“Then cum for me, baby”. You did. Hard. The wind was knocked out of you as your knees wobbled, nails digging into his skin as your pussy contracted around his fingers.

Releasing your nipple with a pop, Marc moved quickly, turning you around, not giving you time to process what was happening as you found your face pushed against the shower wall. The water then stopped spraying the two of your as he turned it off, pulling your hips backwards leaving you slightly bent over.

Your boyfriend then proceeded to lick your cunt dry, you twitch at the oversensitiveness, automatically moving away from his warm tongue as it lapped over your swollen bud. “Shh, it’s ok Sweetheart”, he kisses both of your arse cheeks, “no more clit play unless you ask”.

Sighing in slight relief, you wiggled your hips as he stood to his full height. Glancing over your shoulder, you moaned, “mmm, want your cock sir”.

“Ok baby girl”, he was penetrating you a second later, your sensitive walls already clenching around him. Having already been fucked by Steven already today, you didn’t need time to adjust and Marc knew that as he started a quick, hard and thorough pace, his hand tugging on your hair so your neck ached at the odd angle, the sounds of your bodies slapping together like music to his ears. “My good girl, my very clever pretty girl”.

You were grunting with each thrust, trying your best to not cum already, it had only been two minutes but you were so sensitive from the previous activities. “I…I already need to cum sir, I don’t think I can hold it, I’m sorry”.

“That’s ok baby, cum for me, that’s it”, your knees buckled as you came, your insides felt like they were on fire as every nerve poured with pleasure, it took you a second to realise that Marc had his arm around your middle stopping you from collapsing to the floor. Easing out of you, he helped you out of the shower after you had found your footing, you stepped out, holding his hand but soon were leaning up to heavily kiss him, realising that you hadn’t even kissed him since he began fronting.

You could feel yourself becoming needier the more feverish the kiss became, enough so that your hand slipped down to grip Marc’s still incredibly hard cock, trying to please him but his hand caught your wrist stopping your movements. Breaking the kiss, Marc looked into your eyes, smirking slightly at your bratty whine.

“Do you want to stop? I need to hear your words?”

“I want you to cum in my pussy, please don’t stop sir” you desperately replied.

Marc didn’t need to be told twice as you found yourself being manhandled by him once more, as he pushed you over the sink, thrusting into your core, pulling on your hair like he had in the shower but now you were faced with the bathroom mirror so you could watch Marc pounded into you.

Leaning over until his lips were next to your ear, with each pound of his hips, Marc praised you, much like how Steven did, about how you were such a smart girl, you’ve done so well, his little university graduate. Your cunt clenched with his words, feeling both fucked out of your mind and proud of yourself at the same moment was hard to comprehend but he made you feel so special. Marc was always a soft dom, he would praise you no matter what, even in your brattiest of moments, but he just loved looking after his baby girl, not like Jake, he liked to handle those moments in different styles, not that you would ever want to be bratty with Jake.

Marc’s other hand which had been holding on to your hips with a fierce grip, moved to your torso, fondling your tits, squeezing the soft flesh, as his lips sucked into the side of your neck lightly. You tried to speak to tell him you were going to cum but the only noises to leave you were heavy moans Marc could tell you were getting close by the fluttering that your cunt was doing around his cock, he had been trying to hold off for a while, seeing you bent over in the shower nearly had him spurting his seed over your back but he held out for as long as he could to see just how much you could handle.

“That’s it, baby, cum with me, well done, good girl”, your core felt impossibly tight as finally, your orgasm rippled through your body. Marc was thankful that you were over the sink, his own orgasm making his knees wobble slightly so that he had to hold onto the side next to your hips to keep himself up as he shouted your name out.

He kissed a line up your back as you tried to catch your breath, his cock slipping out of you followed by his hot seed dripping out and onto the floor. He then spent a few quiet moments cleaning you up, wiping away his cum as softly as he could, apologising every time you flinched before finally asking if you thought you could walk, to which you promptly shook your head no. It didn’t go unnoticed by you the large smirk that he had on his face at hearing that his plan worked.

Your handsome boyfriend eased your body into his arms, your head laying on his shoulder as he supported your legs and back, carrying you back into the main area of the flat and onto the bed, neither of you particularly caring that you were still damp from the shower. Sighing in relief at finally being on a soft surface, Marc wrapped a spare blanket over your cold body, kissing your hairline delicately.

“I’ll be back in a moment sweetheart, I’ll order us some food, my smart girl”.

You must have fallen asleep because, by the time you had woken up, the smell of food was filling the apartment, your stomach making a loud growl at the realisation that food was here. Sitting up in bed, you blinked away the sleep in your eyes, groaning at the ache in your muscle from the evening's activities. The food smelt amazing however so ignoring the pain, you climbed out of bed, keeping the blanket around your naked body and glanced across the room into the kitchen, expecting to see Marc unboxing whatever food he had decided upon ordering but instead, he was hunched over the stove, cooking something.

Frowning you tried to clear the fog in your head to make sense of it. Marc couldn’t cook anything except toast (only on a good day), there was no way he’d be able to cook whatever you were smelling right now, and as for Steven, you’d be lucky to get a plain slide of bread without it being wrong in some kind of way. So it wasn’t Marc and it definitely wasn’t Steven that you were watching cook.

It was an almost immediate reaction, your whole body felt warm and safe. It wasn’t that Marc and Steve didn’t make you feel safe, of course, they did but with Jake, his unhinged personality meant that he would do anything and everything to keep you safe, it was a different type of protection compared to the other two. It was also not very often that you get to see all three alters in one day.

Biting your lip in anticipation, you stepped forward, “Papi?” His head flicked towards you immediately, moving the food off the heat so he could approach you.

His footsteps were heavy as he walked closer, his arms out, ready for your next move which was to drop the blanket and jump into his arms, legs circling his waist and arms holding tightly to his shoulders as his strong arms held onto your naked body. 

“Mi Amor” he mumbled against your neck, kissing the skin lightly as he held you close. You hadn’t seen Jake in weeks, particularly with all the stress that you had been through with the ending of university, he hated seeing you anxious. Unless there was someone else to hurt if they had caused the anxiety, he usually stayed away, hating to see love upset, it slowly sends him into an unbalanced state that no one particularly needed to deal with.

“I’ve missed you”, pulling away from his shoulder, you looked into his brown eyes that looked nearly black whenever Jake was fronting.

“I missed you too, cariño,” his voice was deep and laced with his beautiful Spanish accent that made your heart flutter. “My beautiful, intelligent girl”. Your cheeks warmed due to his compliments as he lowered you back to the floor, his hands cupping the sides of your head, tilting your face up to his so he could kiss your forehead tenderly, then lower to your lips. You wanted desperately to whine at the loss of contact but you didn’t want to ruin this calm Jake that you had not seen in a while, recently whenever he had fronted, it would be after a mission with Konshu and he would have a lot of pent up frustration and tension, leading to hours of you begging for him to allow you to cum, so seeing him calm wasn’t something you were used too.

Kissing your forehead one more time, he nodded in the direction of the table that still had your laptop on from earlier with the best email you had ever received. “Go and take a seat, the food is nearly ready, and take this, you’ll catch a cold, mi amor”, Jake then proceeded to remove his shirt, handing the warm material to you. Quickly pulling it over your head, you took a second to openly ogle at his body, even though you knew his body like the back of your hand, it still managed to get you all hot and bothered.

Jake chuckled deeply to himself, a single finger pushed under your chin, lifting your eyes from his chest up to his eyes, “later mi amor, now, go and take a seat”. You did as instructed, trying to ignore the evidence of arousal that was moistening your core, his shirt the only thing covering up the glistening wet that was slowly spreading over your thighs as you took a seat and tried not to move too much otherwise he would hear the squeak of your wet cunt against the leather chair.

He joined you soon after at the table, carrying two plates filled with delicious food that had your mouth watering, Jake was such a fantastic cook. As you moved to pick up a fork, Jake swatted your hand away lightly, “allow me” he demanded softly so you sat, hands clutching the edge of his shirt whilst he fed you.

He was able to feed both you and himself and with every bite you held strong eye contact with him, thanking him for every drop of food that you swallowed until he was scraping his and your plate clean. Pushing them to the other side of the table, he sat back in his chair, legs spread as he looked your head to two, making you squirm at the intense stare.

“Just taking the opportunities whilst I can”. You frowned at his words, not quite understanding what he meant.

“What opportunities?”

“To do things for you, there won't be much opportunity as you won’t need me for much longer now will you.”

The room suddenly felt small and suffocating as your throat closed shut, it felt like your world was crumbling.

“What?” was all you could whisper, barely audible as you tried not to cry, watching as Jake sat forward in his seat, forearms leaning against the table.

“Well now, you’re a big independent girl, you’ve passed your university degree, what else would you need me for, right?” You realised now that he was joking but you still felt on edge. “I mean, my smart Princesa, you’ve done this all by yourself, you won’t need me anymore”.

“I’ll… I’ll always need you Jake”, he gave you a pointed look so you quickly corrected yourself, “Papi, I’ll always need you”.

He didn’t respond immediately, still taking his time looking up and down your body until it looked like he had decided upon something. Lifting to fingers, he bent them, signalling for you to come to him which you did without needing to be told twice. Jake sat back in the chair, opening his arms for you to sit comfortably in his lap but before you fully sat, he twirled with his hand so you turned your back to him, sitting down in his lap, your head leaning back against his shoulder.

“Now I want you to do something for me, look at that right there” he pointed to the seat you were just in. At first, you looked on, confused about what exactly you were supposed to be looking at but then you spotted it and your cheeks burned hot. On the leather seat, the evidence of your juicy cunt hadn’t dried, even though you had tried not to drip onto the seat.

“Did my amigos not take good enough care of you today Princesa?” You were so embarrassed, it wasn’t normal for your body to still be craving someone's touch when you’d already been pounded multiple times and orgasmed multiple times, yet here you were, nipples peaked, clit throbbing uncomfortably, internally begging that he would touch you.

“Well? Did they?”

“The-they did Papi, I just..always want you, I’ve missed you so much-” your words were cut off as his large hand encircled around your throat squeezing slightly. The other hand moved to ease each of your thighs on either side of his so once he spread his legs further, your legs widened, causing the shirt you were wearing to rise, exposing your wet, marginally swollen cunt to him.

Your breathing quickened as you watched his hand move towards the area you wanted him to touch so desperately. Jake noticed your breathing and not wanting to overwhelm you, shifted the hand up your neck until his index finger could slip into your mouth. Almost instantly you were sucking on it, the action helping to distract and calm you, the muscles all over your body relaxing as you melted back into his hard body.

Your body still jolted however as he rubbed two fingers up and down your folds, coating himself in your arousal before lifting them in front of both of your faces, displaying it. “See, this would say otherwise” he then lifted the fingers to his mouth, sucking them, moaning at the taste before lowering it, testing to see just how much you could take with him. First, he tried to circle your clit with his finger but you hissed at the touch, almost biting down on his finger in your mouth, before he moved lower to your cunt, pushing in slowly and you could feel how oversensitive your walls were and how you were slightly swollen from the action you’d received earlier as his one finger felt like the same thickness as his cock at that moment. 

Jake didn’t say anything at first, simply humming as he removed his digit, once again licking it clean before kissing the side of your head, his favourite way to show that you were safe with him and that he’d look after you.

“Now, how am I going to praise you for doing such incredible work with finishing university if you can hardly even take my finger, mi amor.” You huffed in frustration, the building tension was becoming nearly unbearable, even though it was uncomfortable, the pleasure was slowly starting to outweigh the pain. Sex with Jake was usually quite rough anyway so it was nothing that you hadn’t dealt with before.

“I can take it” you mumbled around his finger, reaching across to his other hand, trying to drag it back to your sopping cunt but he kept it still, not giving in to your demands. Instead, he stood, pulling you up with him, arm around your waist as he walked you to the bed, hand tugging on the shirt you worse until your arms shot up, allowing him to pull it off of you, before pushing on your chest so that you collapsed into the centre of the bed.

Looking up at him, you tried not to show how much he intimate you as he began to take off the remainder of his clothes and then crawled to join you, the evidence of his own excitement standing proud in between his legs until he was lying next to you.

“Turn over” he instructed, which you swiftly followed, lying on your side with your back to him, the warmth of his chest had you nuzzling back as his lips delicately kissed your bare shoulder. “You still think you can take me?” he asked, lifting up your leg and resting it onto of his, the feeling of his cock prodding at your inner thigh had you whimpering for more.

“Yes Papi, I can take it”, his only response to your words were him pinching your nipple harshly, tugging it away from your body and then letting it snap back as he released it. Your hips moved at the sensation, the pleasure once again pooling in your cunt entrance. “Need you…”

“You need me? But I thought you were a smart independent girl who doesn’t need me anymore?” you teased, his teeth now grazing your neck, hard enough that you were sure there would be indents in your skin. You could feel yourself feeling more and more subby as the seconds ticked by, your brain fuzzy with the need to be stimulated and Jake once again just laughed at how desperate you were becoming, he always loved to tease and push you to your limits.

Knowing that you’d start crying soon if he didn’t fuck you, he shifted his hips up, his tip finally pushing into your warm, wet folds, finding your aching hole and penetrating within. The sensation took your breath away, you felt so tight even Jake had to stop for a moment as he slide all the way in, otherwise, he would have cum before it had even begun.

His fingers still played with your nipples but as he started to pull out, he moved to grip your throat, the pressure was welcoming, not enough to fully cut off oxygen completely, but enough that you had to concentrate on how you breathed. Lifting your own hands, you gripped onto his wrist, much as you had with Marc.

This position felt intimate, he felt like he was all over you as he cursed in Spanish, his lips right next to your ear as he pushed his cock back into you, it being slightly easier than the first time. You’d never felt this overstimulated before, the mixture of pain and pleasure was blissful and you were worried that you were already only on the verge of cuming with all of the teasings that he’d done.

His pace was unusually slow, but you were thankful, not wanting to have too much stimulation at once but suddenly he snapped his hips up harshly, his cock fucking straight into your g-spot, your cunt clenching like a vice as the recognisable sensation of tightening in your core already overwhelmed you.

“Wait- wait I’m going to cum Papi, wait-” his thrusts didn’t stop, they were still slow but were harsh and you felt the rumble of his chest on your back as he growled in your ear.

“Then cum, mi Amor, cum my clever Princesa”. Your vision nearly turned blank as you hadn’t expected him to give you permission, it was almost an instant reaction as you came, the throbbing contractions fluttering around his cock as your nails dug into his wrist harshly, unable to mentally process what had even happened for a few seconds.

Jake had stopped moving to give you time to recover, another thing that he never usually did, sensing your confusion, he nipped your ear and murmured, “don’t expect this to be a regular occurrence, I’m only being nice because of how proud I am of you today. Do you need to use your safe words?”

You wanted to shake your head, thinking you couldn’t possibly talk but you knew he would get angry if you didn’t use your words so as he removed his hand from your throat you smiled, mumbling, “green Papi”.

Jake pulled his cock out of you, rolling you onto your front and pulling up your hips until you were on your knees, your face laid out on the bed, you were too lazy to try and push yourself up but this was the exact position that Jake wanted you in as he reached forward, pulling each of your arms until he held them behind your back, your neck now straining for the lack of support but any thought of discomfort flew out of the window as he fucked back into you.

You screamed out, not caring who heard as the bed started to shake against Steven’s book cake, Jake wasn’t holding back now. He grunted with each stroke, your cunt gripping him tightly like a glove as he watched himself disappear inside of you. The grip on your hands allowed him to pull you back onto his cock as you repeatedly moaned out Papi.

After all the pleasure you’d had all day, you didn’t think it was possible for you to cum again, having lost count of how many orgasms you’d even had that day but sure enough, as Jake moved to kneel on one knee behind you, the change in movements causing his cock to tip up the slightest bit, he now was just pounding into your poor sensitive g-spot. 

“Ah- Papi, I need…to…cum” you shouted, eyes rolling back at the overwhelming sensations, not even listening to whether you had permission or not as euphoria rushed through every inch of your body once more, your toes curling, small drips of squirt dripping onto the sheets below. Jake pulled out, letting go of your arms and you all but collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, body shaking from the day's events. 

“See, this is why I make you wait to cum, you’ll just tire yourself out if I let you cum whenever you want, for a smart girl you really are dumb sometimes.” Jake teased, satisfied with how thoroughly fucked you looked.

Glancing over your shoulder tiredly, you looked at his still-hard cock, then up to his beautiful face. “I still want you to cum in me, Papi.”

Jake bit his lip, contemplating your words, hand brushing down your spine, “you know… any other day I would be already fucking you into the mattress but I think you’ve had enough today”.

You frowned at his words, having never heard him actually say no to fucking you before, usually he would continue until you were crying with being overstimulated or floating in subspace. “But..but I can take it, I promise Papi” you tried to wiggle your arse to show him you were still up for it but your whole body felt like jelly so it didn’t move much. “Please!”

Jake glanced away for a moment like he was thinking through the consequences if he continued to stop until finally, he looked back, gripping your cheeks to show the seriousness of his words. “If you started to feel only pain and no pleasure, you tell me immediately do you understand?” he was using his dom tone of voice, one that you wanted to cower away from but instead you simply responded with a simple “yes”.

“Good. And the next time you cum, it will be the final time, as much as I love feeling your beautiful cunt pulsing around my dick, I already know you’re going to be feeling a bit spacey with the next one so we will be stopping and doing aftercare, whether I’ve cum or not, do you understand mi amor?”

“Yes, Papi.” Swallowing harshly at his seriousness, you also could feel the anticipation for him filling you back up again, even though everything felt overly sensitive, you couldn’t wait, the only issue was that your legs were so weak you could kneel back into position so Jake helped you to lift your hips and slide a pillow beneath you, helping your cunt to arch up but still being comfortable for you.

He straddled your legs, hands clenching your arse cheeks, prying them apart so he could look at your core, whispering about its beauty before finally he inched his veiny thick cock back inside of you. All the energy in your body had disappeared so that you couldn’t even grip the sheets, only instead being able to moan out his name repeatedly, as his hips snapped into yours.

This position also allowed him to hit deeper spots inside your cunt, each movement was like a spark of pure pleasure that had you on a constant high. Jake moaned at the sight beneath him, knowing that he was close, he picked up the pace, knowing it needed to be now or never as your eyebrows bunched together, mouth opening in a silent O, just a few more deep, heavy thrusts and his milky cum was coating your walls, just as you also shivered and clenched around him in orgasm but this one was different.

Through the multitude that you’d had that day, all your energy was burnt so you simply shivered and dribbled into the sheets, Jake even though for a moment you’d passed out but you still responded when he called out your name.

Not that you were aware of it, but Jake moved off of the bed, returning only once he had two wash clothes in his hand, one to clean you up with, which you didn’t even flinch at, whilst the other he simply placed it over your cunt as something to ease the pain and swelling.

Finally, he pulled on some underwear, picked up the discarded blanket from the table and moved back into bed, shifting your dead weight up until he was beneath you, your body lying over his chest as he covered you both with the blanket.

Stroking back the sweaty hair out of your face, Jake kissed your forehead one last time for that night, whispering, “well done my clever girl.”

[moonlitegay]

☂️🌂🌧☁️ <3

Thanks for the ask❤️

☔ Do you ever have any consistency/continuity between dreams?

In my dreams it's like I'm part of an ensemble cast, which I realised when my friend pointed it out, so maybe not being a main character in my own dreams counts as consistency. And I've had dreams that feel like they follow on from previous dreams I've had months before but I can never remember my dreams so I can't say for sure.

🌂 Is there any way that you imagine an alternate timeline or universe of the world we live in here and now?

I'm a believer in alternate universes so I think there's a bunch of them; some I think have slight difference and some have major differences like everyone living underground or there being no humans

🌧 How do you like to spend rainy days?

I live in England so most days are rainy days and I like to spend them watching stuff on my laptop but if I'm in the mood I like to just sit listening to the rain

☁ Tell me about something you’ve been thinking about.

I've been stressed about if I'm getting into the second year of uni because I've had to resit an exam and one of the questions worth 50% of the grade I feel zero confidence in so I've been thinking how I'm going to deal with flunking out even though I know there's nothing I can do now to change what happens. On a lighter note I've also been thinking about the takeaway I'm going to get tonight and I'm so pumped for it

Send me an emoji ask 💙

[joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

Fuckin hate my uni, god. So, I failed my exams this year because not even kidding I misread the month they were at and just unintentionally skipped them. Okay, whatever. Had a whole character arc about hating this fucking business management course so I’ve been going back and forth between lots of different people trying to figure out how to change course, and I have a meeting about that scheduled for tomorrow, whatever. But anyway in the mean time I do have resits I can do for the exams I skipped. And I intend to do those just because I think I’d have an easier time transferring course if I don’t just say “yeah fuckin failed business lol”. My resit timetable puts my resit stuff at 4 and 5 days from now, but I actually got an email the other day saying my work for one of them was overdue. Now here’s the thing, I’m still under the impression that’s due 4 days from now, and meanwhile this email? Is like so fucking sus it’s unreal. Uni inbox outright says “this originated from outside the uni and is probably not trustworthy”. The link takes you to a uni sign-in page, but it’s not the page, and it has like a scuffed low ass quality jpeg of the logo as well. So in my mind this is fucking phishing shit. Just gonna ignore it. But no actually - well it might still be phishing shit but, the point it’s trying to make about my coursework being late is real. Glad I got told that by way of the most fake bullshit ever rather than anything worth being confident in.

[lampstudies]

Hello everyone!! When I post this it'll be September 7th, aka my leaving cert results day. I've written my predictions in advance and then when I get my results I shall fill them in here. For those who don't know, the Irish grade system works with H standing for higher level and O standing for ordinary level. I did higher level in every subject except for maths. Your best six subjects are converted into points and you need to get a certain amount of points to get a place in college. H1 is the best grade which is 90% - 100%, H2 is 80% - 90% and so on. Our grades this year were predicted by our teachers and then standardised by the government, I never sat my exams.

English

My prediction: H3/H4

In the first year of my leaving cert, fifth year, I got mostly H4s but then this year, in sixth year, I got mostly H3s and occasionally H2s but I got a H4 in my mock. When I took my English mock, I was so so overwhelmed and stressed and barely even convinced myself to go and sit the exam so I know that if I was more relaxed I could've done so much better. I'm really really hoping I'll get the H3. I'm fairly confident that my teacher will predict me a H3 as she is very fair and a great teacher but it might be downgraded by the department in order to fit grade boundaries. I'm really hoping I'll get a H3, that would be absolutely absolutely amazing.

My result: H4

I’m just slightly disappointed with this result and when appeals happen next week I’ll probably appeal it anyway just to chance my luck but I’m not disappointed enough to actually put the effort in and resit the exam. It’s not as if it’s completely uncalled for because I did get H4s in English a lot last year. The rest of the results I was overjoyed with.

Irish

My prediction: H3

We didn't do many small class tests in Irish but in my mock and at Christmas and summer I got a H3 so I think that I genuinely deserve the H3. The thing is though my Irish class is so good like most of them are H1/H2/H3 standard so downgrading may impact my result. I'm not the best at orals either but I think if I sat the exam I could've scraped the H3. I would be disappointed with anything below a H3 simply because I always got H3s and I don't think I ever got a H4 or lower.

My result: H3

Delighted with that, I think that’s exactly what I deserved. Kinda made me laugh that technically I’m better in Irish than my native language.

Maths

My prediction: O2/O3

I did higher level maths up until the start of sixth year and then I dropped to ordinary level maths. I was passing higher level maths but I just didn't think the effort was worth it because it was causing other subjects to decline. In my mock I got an O3 and I got an O3 at Christmas and then O1s and O2s in my class tests. I don't really care what I get in this subject but I would be shocked if it was anything lower than an O3.

My result: O1

Since I wasn’t counting maths I didn’t think I’d care but I got an O1 which I was actually absolutely delighted with. I probably could have passed higher level but I wasn’t bothered to put the effort in.

German

My prediction: H1/H2

I care about this grade more than I care about any other grade. I really want a H1 and I think I deserve it. I got a H2 in my mock and in general H1s or H2s and the rare H3 in tests. I'm fairly good at orals but I didn't get the chance to sit an oral for my mock exam because school closed due to the pandemic. I think my teacher will predict me a H1 but my concern is that my grade will be downgraded during the standardisation process.

My result: H1

SO DELIGHTED I CAN’T EVEN BEGIN TO EXPRESS!! I’ll be studying German and Spanish in university so this result really mattered to me. I wanted to get the H1, felt I would’ve gotten it in the exam if I sat it and I felt that I more than deserved it. I GOT A H1 YAY

Business

My prediction: H1/H2

I really want the H1 but I want it slightly less than I want the H1 in German. I got a H3 (79%) in my mock so I just missed out on the H2 and I also never got to receive my mock because the schools closed so I never got to see if there were any mistakes marking my paper. I got H1s/H2s/H3s in tests and my teacher said I should aim for a H1, so I think my teacher will predict me a H1 but once again I'm worried that I will be downgraded during the standardisation process. I really really want the H1 though.

My result: H1

So happy with this as well!! Business is not the easiest subject to get a H1 in generally but I’m so thrilled I managed to do it as my teacher told me in March I should work towards a H1.

Biology

My prediction: H3/H4

Biology could end up going any way I'm really really not too sure how it's going to go. I got a H4 in the mock and my summer exam last year and in general I got either low H4s or low H2s in Biology. I'm expecting a H4 but I'd be so delighted if I got the H3. We didn't do a lot of class tests unfortunately and my teacher has said that what students get in their summer test (in my case a H4) is usually what they get in the leaving cert but I really didn't study much for that test and I'm really really hoping I get the H3.

My result: H3

Expected the H4 but delighted I managed to scrape the H3. Know some people very disappointed with their biology results though.

Home Ec:

My prediction: H3/H4

My grades for home ec were a bit all over the place. Our mocks were harshly corrected and I got a H5, which I was absolutely devestated with. Got H1s and H2s in a lot of class tests with the occasional lower grade and H3s mostly at summer and Christmas. I think I deserve the H3 but with getting the H5 in my mock, I don't know if my teacher will be generous enough to give me the H3. They shouldn't be taking the mocks that highly into account though so I'm hoping I can scrape the H3.

My result: H2

I can’t express how shocked I am with the result. The only possible explanation for this is that I did really well in my project part of my home ec.

Overall Predictions:

Optimistic: 2x H1s, 4x H3s, 1x O2

Realistic: 2 x H2s, 1x H3, 3x H4s, 1x O3

Result: 2X H1s, 1 H2, 2xH3,1 H4, 1x O1

Reflection:

Absolutely over the moon and I am so so excited to fingers crossed get my offer to study German and Spanish on Friday. Been neglecting German over the summer so I’m going to try start working on it again from next week, I deserve this week stress free. Absolutely delighted delighted with what I got.

[pinkvetstudies]

this is how my day feels - pink, of course, but bleak, dark and closed. however, I always have my little angel pup to keep my spirits up.

my exam yesterday went quite well, so I was in a good mood when I got home. bought myself some celebratory chocolate, poured myself a glass of strawberries and cream Baileys (yum, btw), sat down to watch some Netflix. opened Facebook to do some mindless scrolling and catch up with the Sighthound Society, and saw a DM waiting from a girl in my class. she was also taking the resit and she was just asking how I got on. then she asked if I was okay since I hadn’t been at the practical that morning. practical, I asked? yes, the practical component of the resit worth 25% of my grade. turns out, my college never emailed me to let me know that there was a practical component, so I missed it. boy, let me tell you, did that change the mood of my day.

I’m hoping it will all work out - I’ve emailed both the module coordinator and my student adviser so fingers crossed someone comes up with some sort of solution. my motivation is in the gutter right now but I have to remind myself that this is not my fault, so it’s up to them to fix it.

I hope you guys all have a wonderful, productive day! love always xx

[thetiredstuff]

My life is being changed by ‘So Says The Sword’

I have my exams tomorrow but instead I have started and almost finished ‘So Says The Sword’, resits will definitely be worth it.

[jasmin-studies]

Hey there! Long time, no see. A Level results day is next week and I haven’t seen any posts on studyblr about advice specifically regarding clearing yet so thought I’d make one. 

Preparation

use the UCAs search tool to search for places that are still available in clearing, but be aware that more or less places open up on results day and it constantly changes. Although also on this note don’t get too attached to a specific uni or course within clearing

the grades listed on UCAs are inflated and the grades drop quite significantly in clearing, so after you find the course also check on the actual university website on their clearing section. I know a girl who got into the Uni of Southampton for biomed (originally AAB) with BBC last year, so don’t panic if the grades of unis you’re hoping to go to seem quite high

Create a list of qualities that are important for you eg. location, career opportunities (like years abroad) and the bursaries available from all the unis you’re considering. Note down 1 favourite quality of each uni/course to talk about on the phone. It’s easier to do this in an spreadsheet

Rank the unis you’ve chosen from the ones you most like to the ones you would be fine going to and note down the clearing phone numbers and the UCAs codes of the courses you like

On the day

try to stay level headed (easier said than done) whether you check UCAs track in the morning and find out you missed your firm and insurance grades or whether receive the grades in person first. Try to schedule at least an hour either before of after ringing clearing hotlines to cry a little (or a lot) and acknowledge your grades

if possible talk to your teachers about how close you are to the next grade boundary and the next steps

Ring up the universities in order of your rankings, even if their grade requirements are above your achieved grades. Even after you receive your first offer, continue ringing down the list and try to get multiple offers

Whilst on the phone

there’s often quite a long wait (about 20-40 minutes on results day) so it’s useful to use 2 phones. I personally was facetiming a friend while making the calls which was great at calming nerves, but try to be in a quiet location you can concentrate in with good phone signal.

the people on the first line on clearing hotlines are often students themselves meant to weed out grades that are too low to enter. Unfortunately at best they only skim through your personal statement and it doesn’t particularly matter to them (in my experience) so just quote your UCAs ID, the course code + clearly state your subjects and grades achieved at A Level make sure to not forget any EPQs or BTECs as these are worth UCAs points and can make the difference.

if they say no, thank them for their time and ask if there is any other similar courses you can be considered for, if there is great often you can transfer to the course originally wanted if it’s within the same department after the first year. If not sometimes in a few days they lower the grades even more and you may be offered a place if you call up again

try to do the calling all at once, it can be quite overwhelming making the calls. But viewing it clinically as just trying to get the maximum amount of offers possible, rather than dwelling on the rejections makes it easier

be confident (fake it) and decisive, if they don’t outright reject you they may ask a few questions or offer you a place right there on the phone. Thank them and ask them to put the clearing choice on track. Unfortunately I lost a few offers by saying ‘I’m not sure’ after they offered a place, so even if you are hesitant - talk as if you’re fully intending on accepting as the place is reserved for you for around 48 hours (dependant on unis) note down the offers you have and the decision time window they give you

the clearing hotline may either transfer you to an admissions tutor or a professor in your subject to talk to after your call (usually in the afternoon of results day or the next day) this is the time to show your passion!! Talk about modules you would enjoy taking at that university and reference your personal statement. I was quite anxious about this part, but they were so nice!! so don’t worry if you mess up your words as they’re genuinely not trying to trip you up

After you’ve received all your offers

make pro/con lists, research thoroughly online (include looking at accommodations and student reviews) and whatever else you feel may be useful to help choose a uni, if you haven’t made a decision by the deadline each uni gives you don’t worry - just phone up and they’ll usually extend the deadline for you :)

please remember that going to uni straightaway isn’t the automatic option, it’s very easy to rush into the first clearing offer - however there are many other options like resitting exams, doing degree apprenticeships (even in STEM) where you can earn money and get a degree or even not going to uni altogether and whatever journey you take to your desired career is valid

so this was a super long post 😬 This is all my personal experience with clearing, so I didn’t include much ‘practical’ advice like how to add clearing choices - look here and here for dates and how to use UCAs for clearing. Good luck out there to everybody waiting for results, wishing for the best. Please feel free to DM me if you think I’ve missed anything or have any clearing tips! 😊