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"More" - Frat!Rafe Cameron x Sorority!Reader

Summary: Greek life is amazing, except for one thing. Or rather, one person.

Word Count: 4,025

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, frat/sorority culture, alcohol consumption, semi public sex, hatefucking, fingering, edging, choking, spanking, p in v sex

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Kappa Phi Theta is your baby. Kappa isn’t just a sorority, it’s your life. You would kill for Kappa, you would die for Kappa. And so, when senior year started, of course your sisters elected you to be the president! One of your best friends, Sophia, was elected your vice president.

Other than having to come up with unpleasant things for your new initiates to do during pledge week, there’s nothing really bad about Greek life on campus at your prestigious university. You’re beautiful, you’re popular, everyone knows your name, and everyone loves you.

Well, there is one thing.

Alpha Delta Nu. Or more specifically, its president.

Rafe fucking Cameron.

You and Rafe haven’t gotten along. Ever. He’s in your friend group, considering Alpha is your brother sorority. Your best friends? All of them are his best friends too. Sophia, Topper, Kelce. All of them are his fucking friends too.

But you’re the only one who seems to have a problem with him. Just like he’s the only one who seems to have a problem with you.

It might’ve started when he asked you for a pencil back in freshman year, during pledge week. You were in class, half asleep from having to do all your stupid pledging and so, you groggily told him to fuck off and bring his own pencil to class as you stared at the professor blankly, scrawling your notes.

Or, maybe it could’ve started at your first frat party after being inducted into Kappa, and his after being inducted into Alpha, when he “accidentally” spilled beer all over your pristine white Dior shirt. The one with the pretty pink lettering. Convinced he did it on purpose to get a better look at your boobs, you threw your tequila shot in his face and stormed off, ignoring any pathetic attempt at an apology he could try to make.

There’s also, of course, the sophomore year powder puff powwow, or so it’s come to be called. When you tackled him in a “friendly” game of flag football, accidentally breaking his nose. How the fuck were you supposed to know that your elbow was that strong?

Maybe it’s just that you resent each other. That you’re jealous of each other. You’re smart and witty. School comes naturally to you. But, you know you can be a bitch sometimes without really meaning to, which has cost you friendships before. It just happens. Sophia and your other friend, Scarlet, usually help curb your bitchy instincts, while Rafe’s younger sister, Sarah, encourages them, finding them wildly entertaining.

He’s friendly, and people love him without him lifting a goddamn finger. But, he struggles with his classes, with time management. He’s been on academic probation before, while you? You’re on the Dean’s Honor List every damn semester. He hates it. Why does school come so fucking easily to you? It’s unfair.

Group hangouts are the worst. The two of you are constantly bickering. Topper is pretty sure he’s had several tension headaches solely because of the stress the two of you cause him. Sophia always just watches with an amused look. If he says the sky is blue? You’ll say it’s green. You can never agree on a goddamn thing except the fact that you despise each other.

And that you find each other unreasonably attractive.

You’d never tell him, obviously. You don’t want to give the smug little bastard the satisfaction. He

knows, though. Your class schedules are pretty similar, so you hit the Greek row gyms at the same time each day, bright and early in the morning when almost no one else is there. Well, Scarlet is there, but the girl is always stoned out of her mind so she never notices shit. Rafe, of course, takes his shirt off at any given opportunity when you’re around, working out in only gray sweatpants which hide practically nothing.

So, you decide to get even and start working out in only a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra. And you can tell it affects him, judging by the tent in his sweatpants while he watches you do your squats.

He’s offered to spot you a few times, a smirk on his stupidly handsome face. You’re tempted to just drop the weights on his foot once. Just to see what would happen. No, instead you smack him in the face with your ponytail and flounce off, giving him a perfect view of your ass that you’re sure is going to haunt his dreams.

But, everything comes to a head during pledge week, your senior year. After a long day of overseeing the pledges doing their tasks, Sarah says she’ll take over for the rest of the night and you should go take a soak in the hot tub that Kappa shares with Alpha. You thank her, near tears from how tired you are, and change into your cutest swimsuit.

You get in and let your worries melt away, sitting so that one of the jets is behind your back, shooting warm water right at you. You think you could die of happiness.

No, relaxation isn’t really an option when Rafe just happens to walk by with Topper and Kelce. They seem to be done with testing out their pledges for the day. Kelce doesn’t greet you, seeing that your eyes are closed and you seem exhausted. He laughs and goes inside the house, telling Rafe not to mess with you too badly. Topper points out that you’ve probably had a long day too.

Rafe doesn’t appreciate the borderline affectionate way both of them were looking at you.

Nah, he’s definitely going to mess with you.

He comes and sits at the edge of the hot tub, and at first, you don’t even notice. Your eyes are closed and your AirPods are in. You obviously don’t want to be bothered.

Rafe thinks that’s just too fucking bad.

He pulls out one of your AirPods and sees what you’re listening to. He scoffs, earning your attention.

“Britney Spears? So lame.”

You give him an annoyed glare and hold out your hand, asking for your little AirPod back, “Luckily, I don’t give a shit what your opinion on my music taste is, Cameron.”

“Ooh, calling me by my last name?” Rafe grins, leaning in toward you, “You think it makes you sound tough, Princess?”

God, you fucking hate it when he calls you that, always so fucking condescending.

“Can you just leave?” you roll your eyes, grabbing your phone to check the time, “Don’t you have pledges to torture?”

“Aww, Princess, you know I’d never wanna torture anyone other than you.”

You sneer at him, “I’m so flattered, Rafe.”

“Speaking of pledges, shouldn’t you be doing your share of the pledge week work instead of dumping it on your sisters?”

You grind your teeth, glaring at him, “You asshole, I’ve been working all day-”

“Working on your tan,” Rafe mocks you, “You haven’t lifted a single little manicured finger as far as I can see.”

You move to stand in the tub, smirking to yourself when his blue eyes involuntarily move to rake up and down your body, “You know, Rafey? You’re right.”

His eyes widen at the demure tone of your voice, the nickname you’ve given him, “Wait, what?”

You smile at him, saccharine sweet, “I think I might be just a spoiled little princess. Maybe I just need someone to teach me some,” you wink at him, “Discipline.”

Rafe’s jaw drops, but he quickly tries to recover, clearing his throat, “You have anything particular in mind?”

“Maybe some choking, some spanking,” you say, running a hand up and down his arm, “But what I’m really into is aquaphilia.”

His eyes widen, “What’s aqua-”

You grip his arm and shove him into the hot tub, smirking to yourself, “Aquaphilia. Sexual arousal induced by water,” you look down at him, seeing how wide his eyes are in surprise at what you did, “God, you didn’t think I actually wanted to fuck you, did you? Please, even you can’t be that delusional.”

You laugh to yourself and move to get out, but are stopped by him gripping your wrist, “Where do you think you’re going, Princess?”

“Back to the house, obviously.”

“Look,” he moves closer to you, backing you against the edge of the hot tub, “If you wanted me wet and naked, all you had to do was ask.”

Rafe keeps eye contact with you as he peels his now wet tee shirt off, then bends down and pulls off his pants, leaving him…

“Do you not fucking wear underwear?” you raise your eyebrows, seeing his hard-on, “Fucking perv-”

He moves his large hand to cover your mouth, pressing up against you, “No, don’t do that. Don’t fucking pretend like you don’t want me.”

You glare at him, trying to mumble out, “It’s not pretending!”

“What was that, Princess? Couldn’t hear you.”

Rafe removes his hand, grinning when he sees you frown slightly when he steps away from you.

“I said it’s not pretending.”

“So,” he moves his hands to rest at your waist, fiddling with the strings on your bikini, “If I just pulled this open, you wouldn’t be wet from what I just did?”

“Of course I’m wet, you idiot, we’re in a hot tub-”

Before you can finish what you’re saying, his hand is inside your swimsuit. Your glare is too weak to be convincing as he strokes your pussy, smirking to himself.

“What I’m feeling isn’t from the fucking hot tub, Princess.”

You frown before speaking, “If we do this, what happens in the hot tub, stays in the hot tub.”

“Oh, please,” he scoffs, “Princess, you’re gonna be fucking begging me for more.”

He pushes two fingers inside you, making you moan quietly, pressing closer to him even though you know this is a bad idea. Rafe continues working his fingers inside of you, curling them and moving them in and out.

“Fucking do it faster,” you demand.

Instead of listening to you, he removes his fingers. Your jaw drops.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”

Rafe smirks at you, sliding his hand that was just fucking you up to rest against your throat, “Do I look like I’m kidding? I’m in charge here, Princess,” he tightens his grip and squeezes slightly, making you whine slightly, “And I think you were right about needing a little discipline.”

He pulls you forward by the neck and slams his mouth on yours. It’s not a gentle kiss by any means. It’s fierce and hungry. It’s the culmination of years of both mutual hatred and desire.

You move your hands up to run through his hair while his free hand moves to untie your bikini top and bottom. You let them fall into the pool, forgotten as his hand continues to hold your throat and the other-

“Rafe, what the fuck,” you cry out, “Did you just fucking spank me?”

Your bare ass is still stinging when he does it again, “Yeah, I fucking did. And I’ll do it again if you don’t stop being a fucking brat.”

You stare at him incredulously, “Excuse me?”

He removes his hand from your throat before demanding, “Wrap your legs around me, pretty girl.” When you hesitate, Rafe growls into your ear, “Right fucking now.”

You do as he says, oddly exhilarated by the way he’s completely taken charge of the situation. He presses his lips to yours again, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth, slapping your ass again when you don’t open fast enough. You whine against his mouth.

“Go get a condom.”

“I’m clean.”

You glare at him, “I don’t care. Go get a fucking condom.”

He rolls his eyes, reaching for his discarded sweats and pulling one out of the pocket, quickly opening it and rolling it over his cock, giving it two quick strokes. You scoff at him.

“What, you just walk around with one at all times?”

“Well, considering what we’re about to do, I’d think you’d be fuckin’ happy about it.”

“Whatever, Rafe.”

He tilts his head to the side and grins at you, cupping your face in his hands, those fucking huge hands that are practically bigger than your face, “What happened to Rafey? I liked that. That’s what you’re gonna call me if you wanna fucking come.”

“Ha! I said whatever, Rafe-”

And suddenly, he slams into you, making you nearly squeal his name at how well he fills you. How good he feels inside of you. You feel your head tilt back and your eyes close, but he grabs the back of your head with one hand, pushing it back upright.

“Eyes on me.”

You open your eyes slowly to meet his, seeing them blown wide with lust. He looks more like an animal than a human as he moves his hips against yours at a breathtaking pace, filling you up perfectly with each thrust.

“Rafe,” you moan, “More, please, faster.”

“That’s not what I told you to call me,” he says, slowing his thrusts, “Fucking say it, Princess.”

“Rafey,” you whisper, “Please?”

Rafe grins and presses his lips to yours, using both hands to grab you by the ass and hold you in place so you can’t move away from him as he continues his merciless assault on your pussy. Your mind is completely blank, all you can think of is him, how badly you want him, how badly you need to come.

And then he spanks you again, making you nearly scream, “Rafey, fuck, please!”

“Fucking scream my name, Princess.”

He spanks you again and slams into you once more, rutting against you feverishly. You feel yourself reaching your peak when he presses his thumb against your clit, sending you over the edge, being able to say nothing, do nothing, except squeal his name.

You feel his thrusts falter as you squeeze him tightly, and he cums with a loud moan of your name.

He stays inside you for a moment, the two of you just looking at each other, shocked at what you just did, but not regretting it.

Rafe slowly pulls out of you, gently setting you down on the edge of the hot tub.

Both of you remain silent, but when you’re able to catch your breath, you quickly grab the wet shirt that he’d tossed to the side and pull it on, grabbing your bikini and getting out of the pool.

“This was a one-time thing. What happens in the hot tub stays in the hot tub.”

Rafe watches you walk off in nothing but his tee shirt, still trying to keep that false air of superiority about you, but he knows.

What happened in the hot tub definitely is not staying in the hot tub.

Pledge week is over two days later. You haven’t seen Rafe since your… Rendezvous in the hot tub and you’re fucking dreading it. You know he’s gonna make a bigger deal of it than it was. It was a moment of weakness. That’s all. You were horny, you were tired. It doesn’t mean you fucking like him or anything.

You have your new set of sisters and the hard work is finally over. You and Sophia are planning the party to welcome all the new pledges for all the Greek life houses. You decide to do it at Alpha, considering their bar is better stocked than yours (thanks a lot, Sarah, the binge drinking is really not helping).

The day of the party, you stand with your hands on your hips, having the decorations sent in. Everyone is calling you a little dictator, considering you’re in full psycho mode, getting everything sorted out before the party starts.

“No, that’s not where that goes- Why is there no Kahlua? Sarah! Oh my God, Sophia! Stop eating the snacks! We won’t have enough! If I see you shove one more pineapple skewer in your mouth, the next one is getting shoved up your ass!”

“I’m hungry!!!!”

Rafe walks out of his room at the frat house, smirking at you. Of course, the first thing he does is come and toss an arm around you. Apparently, he thinks the hot tub changed everything between you two. Unfortunately for him, you don’t exactly see it that way.

He grins at you, moving his hand down to slap your ass, “Oooh, Princess is actually having to do work today?”

You almost growl at him when you turn and shove him, “Oh, bite me, asshole.”

He smirks and leans into you, “Don’t tempt me, Princess.”

You glare up at him, “Get the fuck out of my face, Cameron.”

You turn to leave, hearing Rafe laughing hysterically behind you, “That’s not what you were saying to me the other day, baby.”

You ignore him and stomp over to Elena, who is pretending to work but not really working. On second thought, having the party at Kappa would’ve been a way better idea. Who cares if there would’ve been less booze? At least you could’ve kept Rafe the fuck out. You can’t even look at the guy without thinking about how you either want to scratch his eyes out or drag him off to one of the bedrooms and blow his goddamn mind.

Elena looks at you impassively, “So?”

“So?”

“When did it happen?”

You give her a weary look “When did what happen, El?”

“When did you and Rafe finally break the sexual tension and fuck, girl?”

You scoff, looking at her, annoyance coloring your face, “It was a one time thing. He’s never getting a piece of this again.”

Elena raises an eyebrow, “Babe, you are so giving him a piece of that again.”

“Shut up.”

You stomp off, hearing your friend laughing after you.

There’s no fucking way you’re letting Rafe get in your pants again.

The party is Polynesian themed. You guys went full out with tiki torches, coconut bras, Hawaiian shirts. Everything.

“Damn, Princess,” Rafe says, letting out a low whistle as he approaches you, “I wouldn’t mind knocking coconuts-”

“Can you fuck off?” you snap at him, “We fucked one time, Rafe. And it didn’t mean shit.”

“That’s such fucking bullshit,” Rafe snaps at you, “I see the way you look at me! You want this to be more!”

You glare at him and flip him off, knowing you’re being completely immature, but you can’t find it in you to care, “Fuck. You.”

Rafe’s not the kind of guy you go out with. He’s the kind of guy who’s just gonna break your heart.

And so, the easy solution is to break his first.

A couple of shots later, you see Rafe in the corner, getting cozy with one of the pledges who didn’t end up making the cut. She was a bit too bitchy for you or any of the other girls’ liking. You don’t even like him, so you’re not sure why this whole situation is fucking pissing you off the way it is. And on top of everything, he has the audacity to keep looking over at you and smirking. Little asshole.

You’re standing by the bar, where Kelce and Sophia are pouring drinks.

“Kelce, can you give me a Mai Tai?”

He nods, quickly making one for you. Sophia is the one who slides it over.

“So, how’s the Rafe thing?” she asks.

“Ugh!”

“...Sorry I asked.”

You sip on your Mai Tai and, while you do so, Topper walks up to you, “Great party, babe!”

You barely register him, still glaring at Rafe and that girl. And, of course, he smirks at you again.

You turn to Topper, “Wanna dance?”

Topper looks at you dubiously, “Me?”

“Yes, you,” you flirt, resting your hand on his chest, “You don’t want to dance with me, Top? I thought we were friends.”

Topper shakes his head, “We are friends, but I know you’re not doing this because you actually like me. I know you’re just trying to make Rafe jealous.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Rafe. I want to dance with you.”

Topper rolls his eyes, “Okay, let’s dance.”

Promiscuous girl, wherever you are, I’m all alone and it’s you that I want

Rafe watches as you drag Topper onto the dance floor. You meet his eyes, your gaze is challenging. He watches as you let Topper start grinding on you. It’s like he can’t even hear the coed next to him talking. His vision is going red. What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?

He takes his new friend onto the dance floor too, making sure to dance close enough to you to keep an eye. You’re both dancing with different people, but the way you’re glaring at each other makes it obvious where the actual chemistry is. Topper notices and snorts.

“Babe, I feel kinda used right now.”

You grin up at him, “You weren’t complaining two seconds ago.”

“Still not complaining,” he jokes back, “Just observing.”

Rafe notices that you’re no longer looking at him.

I want you on my team. So does everybody else

Apparently, when Topper starts kissing your neck, that’s when Rafe decides he’s had enough. He walks over and pulls Topper off of you, surprising everyone present. You look between the two boys. Topper sighs and gives you an unimpressed look.

“If I get beaten up for this, remind me to kill you.”

You laugh, “Oh, Top, don’t be such a baby. Rafe’s not gonna hit you.”

Rafe narrows his eyes at you, “No, I’m not gonna hit him, but what the fuck do you think you’re doing, Princess?”

Everyone’s eyes are on the two of you now as you glare at him, “I’m dancing with a hot guy, asshole.”

“No, you’re being immature and trying to make me jealous by dancing with my best friend,” Rafe snaps, “Come on, you’re being a spoiled brat.”

The word “spoiled” immediately sends your mind back to the hot tub… Rafe calling you a spoiled princess… All of that.

The little pledge with him is giving you the stink eye. You give her a look.

“And what the fuck is your problem, freshman? Not my fault he’s going all caveman!”

She smirks at you, “I saw the two of you. In the hot tub.”

Your little argument has garnered a bit of a crowd now. All of your friends have come over to see what’s going on.

Your blood runs cold at her words, “I don’t know what you think you saw or if your brain is scrambled from all the molly or whatever the fuck you take-”

“I saw the two of you fucking in the hot tub,” she says louder.

You see your friends looking at you with varying expressions. Kelce is trying to high-five Rafe, who’s too busy glaring at Topper, who’s too busy staring at you in surprise.

Rafe turns on the girl, “Listen, I don’t know what-”

“No, Rafe,” you say, walking up to her, “Let me handle this.”

You stare directly at her before turning and pulling Rafe into an obnoxiously passionate kiss. You’re pretty sure that if it was possible, your friends’ jaws would be on the floor. He kisses you back immediately, one hand in your hair, the other one on your waist. It’s not particularly romantic, but damn if it isn’t a good kiss.

When you break apart, you see that Rafe’s new buddy is nowhere to be found. But, of course, your friends are.

Rafe just stares at you for a moment when you turn back to him, seeming completely dazed, “Whoa.”

“Yeah okay, when were we gonna hear about this?” Sarah demands.

“You guys seriously didn’t hear them in the hot tub the other day?” Scarlet looks at everyone.

“Uh, no,” Topper raises his hands in confusion, “What’re you talking about- Wait…” His eyes widen, “OH MY GOD, THAT USED CONDOM WAS YOU TWO?! I ALMOST STEPPED ON THAT!”

You and Rafe aren’t even around anymore. You’ve already dragged him up to his room.

It would appear that, much to your chagrin, Rafe was right.

This is, indeed, more.

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please don't kill me mr ghostface (part 1)

(AO3 Mirror), (Main Masterlist), (Kinktober '23 Masterlist)

(Part 2 - coming soon!)

pairing: stalker!Miguel x f!reader, slight yandere undertones. (he's a murderer lowkey but very gentle and sweet and scary hot that's all guys I promise.)

summary: murders on campus. the odd toothbrush goes missing. what's new, honestly. life keeps ticking and you end up at a Halloween party somewhere you shouldn't. there, you meet a gorgeous man in a strange mask. he seems sweet, and all you're looking for is a bit of fun. what could go wrong?

warnings: 18+ , fingering, anal play (mig eats ass, send tweet!) , rimming, p in v, soft dom mig, some switchy + needy behaviour, mild threat of violence (not by mig), alcohol consumption. Minors DNI

a/n: 5k words of ignoring red flags. girl get a grip!

wc: 5.2k

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You look too good to feel this shitty.

That's the thought you're left with, picking at flimsy spiderwebs draped on a sofa. Sandwiched between two couples making out like their life depends on it, of course, but that's beside the point.

“Someone said there's CCTV of a guy walking out the building at 3am… seems a little convenient, if you ask me…”

There's a TV on in the background, barely cutting through the dense chatter. By this point, your eyes have glazed over, trying not to let them rattle around in your skull. Drunken conversation around you, and it's the same thing as always; long, winding tales of a campus killer - the kind out of a cheesy slasher. What the news says, officially, is that there weren't any links between those 3 bodies that turned up out on the playing field, an empty dorm, a supply closet; but it hasn't stopped people from indulging in wild speculation.

“No, no, she just didn't turn up to my Econ class….I swear–”

Stay in pairs. Don't walk alone at night. Whilst you think it's all tangential at best, you're not one to tempt fate. The gossip, you could do without. But it doesn't hurt to keep yourself safe, pepper spray nestled in your usual bag.

Tonight, however, you've left it at home, thinking the friends you came with would be enough. Somewhere, somehow, they're off chugging shit beer and you're milling about the place and sinking into couch cushions. There's something sticky by the seat, and there's a crackle as you're jostled - the sharp edge of a stray elbow almost knocks your drink away.

Fuck.

For one night only, you're a cheerleader. A short, short skirt and little top; it has you feeling overdressed. Even though you've left the pompoms at home, next to your taser; seemingly, you've read the mood wrong - stupidly assuming people would dress up for a Halloween party. As you make your way to the kitchen, tugging down your skirt here and there, that's all you can see; half-hearted costumes - cat ears, white sheets and flimsy masks. It feels like you stick out in comparison. You've gone all out, with nothing but the threat of a beer sodden lap for your trouble.

It's a big house. Alpha-delta-phi, kappa-something-or-the-other; a frat with too much money and too much time on their hands. With all the doors you walk past, shallow thuds and thumping ringing out behind them, you're as good as lost. The best ragers this side of campus - as raved about by one of your friends. It feels like bucketfuls of horseshit right now, wandering around packed halls - and oh. Is that the same staircase?

“ Fuck, watch it!” You clatter into the side of an arm, a t-shirt with a superman symbol emblazoned at the chest. He's pretty, but his features curl into a sudden sneer.

" Sorry –" You start but he doesn't let you finish, wagging a thick finger in your face.

There's a girl draped on his arm, merely watching as he shouts; loud over pumping music from the next room over.

"Hey, dipshit , you gonna keep staring? Mouth open like a fucking fish– do you know how much this shit costs?" Your eyes are wide, as he gets closer - stinking of alcohol and pot and God knows what else. You're not drunk enough to entertain this, shirking away from confrontation. The room is hot, his breath is sticky , and–

He grabs your arm. Immediately you're trying to wrench yourself away, not daring to look into blown pupils. Clammy, his grip tightens on bare skin and your stomach churns. He's solid, bigger than you and unable to keep the anger out of his voice…. and fuck. You're scared.

Fear, rising like bile at the back of your throat. Bitter and sharp, fear at the fact that there isn't anyone to help; that everyone else looks away and pretends that this isn't happening. Fear at the spittle that sprays from his mouth like poison, stinging skin. You screw your eyes shut, expecting a slap, a blow, or something worse and then…

Thud. The hand around your wrist is no more, replaced by a gentle pat on your shoulder. Nothing lingering, just a light touch to get you to open your eyes; to see that guy on the floor, clutching at a swollen jaw and split lip.

"You okay? "

It's deep, muffled by a mask, and the figure in front of you has to crouch to be heard over incessant chatter.

You're nodding, sheepishly, not trusting yourself to keep that edge out of your voice.

Ghostface, the masked man, the only other person at this party properly dressed up; he only cocks his head in a gesture that says a thousand words. His robe pools around his wrists, thick fabric that you grab onto without thinking, grip just as tight as your would-be assailant. You don't even want to think about it, what could've happened if someone hadn't stepped in. It has you biting back tears, more shaken than you'd like to admit.

"H-Hey, hey, easy…" He's rubbing little circles into your shoulder, hesitant. Your lip wobbles, ever so slightly, but he catches it, gently pulling you aside.

There isn't a crowd. The stragglers, those that saw the display, barely look at the guy on the floor, scrambling to his feet and far away. In the meantime, you fight off tears and force yourself to flash a shaky smile.

"Good. " You croak, taking his hands off your shoulders. "F-Fuck , I mean… I'm good. Thank you."

He doesn't quite budge, giving you that strange look again. At least, you think so, rearing up to his full height to cross his arms. Quiet incredulity, almost cartoonish, and it almost makes you laugh. Almost.

"Let me get you a drink… some water, or something." He says, stretching out a gloved hand. Sensing your hesitance, he quickly adds, "... Please ."

Chewing your lip, you only have to think for a second before taking it, and you're led out through double doors. Your masked man is big; broad shouldered and hulking, cutting through the writhing mass with ease. It's just as well, you think, unable to sort through the tangle of things that rattle around in your head. You hate this fucking school, sometimes. Boys will be boys. Wear more appropriate clothing. Well, wasn't she just asking for it? A culture of inaction; of hand-wringing and hand-waving… passing on the blame until three dead bodies show up on campus.

That's one thing you have to thank the so-called serial killer for, at least. At least something might actually change around here.

Empty, the kitchen is a mess, but nothing you wouldn't expect. Drink long gone; a distant memory spilled on a carpet, somewhere; you perch awkwardly around a counter, not knowing where to put your hands. Rattled, you've resorted to a glassy stare; stewing and festering and thinking so intensely it might frighten off your masked man.

It doesn't. He merely taps you, a gentle elbow to your side and he offers you a glass of water. Weakly, you give him a smile, gulping up the liquid.

"You here by yourself ?" He asks, muffled by plastic.

You can't help it, eyes wide at the implication - a masked man, a killer on campus - and he must realise the way it sounds.

In no time at all, he clarifies, "I just mean… fuck … is there someone I can call? So you're not alone."

It's a kind gesture. Kinder than you'd expect from a stranger. Slowly, you shake your head.

"They ditched me about an hour ago." You give a bitter laugh. "Just me and you, Mr Ghostface."

And with that he laughs; deep and sonorous, causing heat to bloom at your chest. Despite yourself, you smile, and you swear you see a glint of something behind the mask.

It has you itching for a drink. All of a sudden you make your way across the room, swiping at empty beer bottles and cans, rummaging around for some hard liquor. When you find it - a half empty bottle of something that smells like carpet cleaner and acetone - you're taking a swig, and offering it to the man across from you. It's sneaky, but you don't think he clocks your paltry attempt to see what he looks like under that mask.

He shakes his head, hands up in defeat.

"You sure?" Your voice is lilting, hazy around the edges. Creeping up closer, you press your body to his, taking another unceremonious gulp. Under that cloak - heavy, somewhat well made - you can feel him, lean and cut muscle that tenses as you get closer.

Batting your eyelashes, you make full use of the cheerleader get-up, snaking a dainty hand to his side, and then up to the counter. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was ogling you, chest taught and tight at the way you feel against him.

Or maybe, he's bored as shit. You wouldn't know - with the mask, and all.

Wobbly, you clamber up onto the counter, helped up by a gentle hand at the small of your back… and oh. You like that: big, thick fingers that press into you, carefully tracing your waist… and why won't they go down a little further? Grab handfuls of the flesh at your thighs, your ass, everything in between?

He's too conservative for that, you think. Nervous, too. Nevertheless, he slots between your thighs, big palms flat next to your ass.

"I… I don't mind watching." He says, voice low.

It makes you giggle as you drink, sweet and soft, and liquid dribbles past your lips, down to collarbone. Mr Ghostface is gentle, tracing a finger across the juncture of your neck, light pressure on the vein that sits nice and pretty at its side.

It goes to your head. The alcohol, the large man of few words with a hand on your neck. When he finishes swiping at the liquid and pulls his hand away, you curl your hand around his, bringing it to your lips. Pert lips wrap around his finger, tongue swiping over leather, and you swear you can hear his breath hitch - heart clearly skipping a beat.

"Careful…" You say, leaning forward to press your tits against him, brushing away imaginary fluff from his shoulders. "I really like this costume."

"I like it too." He clears his throat. "You look nice."

"Nice? Is that all I get, Mr Ghostface?" You're teasing, tracing up his broad chest to his neck and then just under his chin. Carefully, you hook a finger under the thin strap of his mask, tugging ever-so gently.

Quickly, he stops you.

"Not yet, sweetheart."

You pout, flashing him a frustrated look - and God , does he want to kiss it off of you.

"But soon?"

"If you're good." You swear you can hear him smile, hands wrapping around your waist.

You get a bit bolder, hand tracing up his sleeve, clutching at thick, corded forearm. Watching intently as he keens, pushing you to the edge of the kitchen counter with only one hand at your back. This close, you even like the way he smells, like rust and oil and earth, the way he feels around you; strong arms caging you in, protecting you. You feel safe, for some reason.

When he sighs into you, exposing a sliver of tan neck, you feel your knees go weak - unable to stop yourself from mouthing at it, pressing little kisses into the skin. He seems so sensitive, rocking into the counter for some pressure already, clutching you closer and closer until there's a hickey blooming just under sharp jawline.

"Fuck- " He hisses, pawing at your waist a little more desperately.

Suddenly self conscious, you separate with a wet smack, and inspect your handiwork.

"Shit." Eyes wide, you press a finger into the flesh. Your masked man winces. "M'sorry. Got carried away."

He heaves, placing his head on your shoulder for a moment, trying to catch his breath.

"It's fine," He strains. "Don't worry… s'fine."

Admittedly, he doesn't seem too fine, adjusting what feels like a painful hard-on beneath a loose cloak.

Cradling his head so he can look at you, you whisper something bold, even for someone who's downed more than a couple shots worth of cheap liquor.

"I know somewhere… I-I think … that we could go if you wanted to…" His head lolls, and you hear him swallow roughly. "Somewhere quiet . We'd be alone. Just us."

A beat passes and you think you might've read this wrong, much too forward for your own good. It’s why he surprises you by nodding - slowly, at first, and then with more conviction. Taking your hand, he snakes it under his mask, and you almost gasp when you feel soft, plump lips at your knuckles and palm, pressing shaky kisses to the skin.

“I need to do something first.” He says it so quietly, you almost miss it under the mask. “Where can I meet you?”

You don’t ask questions.

“Pool house.” You nod towards the windows, overlooking a sizable pool. People mill about its edges, but you know the little house is off-limits for the night. “Side entrance. They… leave it unlocked, sometimes.”

He doesn’t ask questions.

Before he goes, he snakes a hand under your skirt, giving your ass a sizable squeeze - leaving you breathless.

You don’t feel the cold as you slip out, playing with a loose thread at the hem of your skirt. The side entrance is stiff but unlocked, and you duck past a screen, head on a swivel. Like a good girl, you sit on plush cushions, thighs pressed together to relieve a pressure that has been building since you met your masked man. And you want to touch yourself; to circle that little bud with clumsy fingers, imagining it was him.

You wait. And you wait. You settle between the cushions, adjust your skirt, look at your hair through a makeshift mirror - the glossy surface of windows overlooking the pool. Not wanting to risk turning on the lights, you wander past what little streams in from across the pool; flashing and pounding with the heady bass of music. You can't help but wonder where he's gone, if he's even coming, and what he had to do so desperately that he'd leave you wanting more.

At this point, you don't even care if he takes off his mask. You don't want to know a name, or see the real man underneath the costume. You just want him; writhing underneath as you bounce on his fat cock.

"Hey."

That voice makes you jump, swiveling to face him. How did he get in without you noticing? He was so quiet, so–

"Missed you." He says it so soft, it makes you melt, walking slowly towards him. Shrouded in shadow, as you get closer you notice he's shed his cloak, donned in a white t-shirt and straight leg jeans. Big boots, thick with fresh mud, thud onto the tile. When you meet, two figures cut by bright light, you almost gasp. He's taken off the mask. Instead of Mr Ghostface, you're met with a man - and he is so, so beautiful .

Tan skin. High cheekbones, a jaw that could cut glass. His hair is haphazardly slicked back, fluffy and curly in all the right places. But it's his eyes: mischievous and glinting and serious all at the same time - absolutely gorgeous. You could look at him like this forever; chest heaving, messy, out of breath.

Your hand comes to his chest. He’s hot to the touch, clasping his great big hand atop yours. Squeezing, he pulls you closer, other hand creeping up bare thigh, before hooking under your ass in a move that makes you squeal.

From this close, his lashes look so pretty; wispy and romantic and yearning.

"You look beautiful.” He doesn’t kiss you, not yet, content with only watching - studying you with sharp eyes. “Always do."

All you hear are the compliments, too tipsy to notice what the stranger implies. You're not usually one for a one night stand, but he is intoxicating - intense in a way that's hard to explain.

Carding one hand through the curls at the nape of his neck, you press your lips to his in a kiss that starts off sweet and quickly deepens. He is hungry and devouring; licking up your moans with plump lips.

You lead him to the sofa, only separating for fleeting breaths. Eyes low, illuminated by a flash of light here and there; you force yourself to concentrate on him , shuddering breaths and all. He’s hard, rocking into your lower half splayed out beneath him and arms caged around your head. It’s sly, but you snake a hand past his t-shirt, across his back and then fumble with the belt. It makes him smile, soft laughter spilling into your parted lips; before he sits up above you.

“You want it that bad, huh?” Windswept, he croons, batting away your hands to unbuckle the clasp himself.

You groan, shifting upwards. You don’t notice the way his eyes dart down, eying up the peek of thigh that spills out of little shorts.

“Say it f’me, sweetheart.” He hikes up your skirt, exposing your covered cunt. He’s gentle, pawing at the flesh, pressing the heel of his palm right above your clit.

“F-Fuck!” The pressure is delicious, and you roll your hips up, up, up; chasing some semblance of relief. When he stops, you whine - clutching at his forearm, frustrated. “Want it, please .”

“Want what?” He prompts, lifting his shirt over his head in one quick movement. You’re met with the wide span of his chest, muscle taut and tight above you.

“Want you in me. I want… I want you to fuck me ‘til I break, pound my fucking hole so hard I can feel it in the morning. I want– ”

You’re babbling, now, spurred on by the way he tugs off black shorts, lifting up your legs to slip them off. He’s too slow, clearly enjoying watching you squirm and writhe.

“You can have it, sweetheart.” He coos, before capturing you into another kiss. This time, he separates and you follow him up; finally parting with a wet smack. “I’ll give you whatever you want, however you want it… but you gotta do something first.”

“ Anything .” You breathe.

“Fuck yourself, for me. I…I–”

“You like to watch.” You finish it for him, breathless.

“Please.” His head dips low; big, red-brown eyes never leaving yours.

The way he says it leaves you panting, hung off of every word. And you croon, leaning back into couch cushions, already hot at the way he kneads his thumbs to the flesh near your pussy. This close, he can see the way your cunt pulses, eating up a tiny thong between glistening lips. He’s kneeling on the floor, now, snaking his body around to get a perfect view, flashing looks between both your pretty lips.

More than willing to oblige, you pat at your clit, sending sweet pleasure coursing through your lower half. Even though your legs tremble, he holds you down, placing gentle kisses to your inner thighs. Slipping your thong to the side, you dip two fingers past your slit, gathering up slick to press carefully into your hole.

“So… so pretty. ” He sighs, not daring to close his eyes despite the pleasure he feels. When you notice how his other hand is buried in his pants; jerking up and down to match your pace. You start slow, for now, pumping two fingers in and out, heel of your palm snug against your clit. The sounds are obscene, the wet schlick-schlick ringing out in the quiet room.

“Prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever s-seen.” Your stranger moans, slathering over your thighs with sloppy kisses, occasionally swiping at your knuckles. Lower and lower, as you get faster and faster, his tongue makes you feel amazing. You’re close - entranced by your spot in the limelight and the sharp eyes that watch every ministration.

It’s only when you’re knuckle deep, well and truly fucking yourself ; chasing something just out of reach with his help; when two things happen, catching you by surprise. The first, the one that sends electricity down your spine, that makes you jolt and shiver and almost cum right then and there…

…is a wet kiss pressed to your asshole. He slathers and slobbers and licks large stripes up and down; ripping a great moan out from you. He doesn’t stop there, spreading the globes of your ass to delve deeper, tongue-fucking you as your hand stills - unable to concentrate on anything else. Pornographic, he humps his lower half to the same pace, sealing his mouth over your hole. With the vibrations of his moans sending pleasure straight to your clit, you finally cum - a rolling, bubbling orgasm that ends just as intensely.

The second thing that happens, just as you fall off the edge, is that you’re plunged into darkness. The lights from across the pool, once bright and flashing; are cut off. The music stops, and chatter dies down. Your stranger holds you through it, licking up cum from your neglected cunt, whispering sweet things into the skin.

“There it is, baby. Nice n’ slow.” He soothes as you whimper, hand tight in his hair.

In the dark, you’re heaving, feeling him slow down as your cunt clenches around nothing, empty. Shaky, you sit up on your haunches as he follows you up.

“Is everything…? What happened?” You’re a little panicked, shaken up from your orgasm.

“You’re okay, you’re okay. ” He rubs little circles into bare skin. “Too much?”

You shake your head, nuzzling into him. He gives your forehead a kiss, and you feel warmth bloom across your chest.

He shifts. “Just give it a…”

As if on cue, a generator whirs to life, flooding the little room in red light. Something similar seems to happen across the pool, as you take a quick glance to the window.

Your head is a little fuzzy. It aches as you catch his eye, looking at you intently.

“Do you want to stop? We don’t have to–”

“No.” You say it resolutely, with so much force it even catches you off guard. “I want to.”

“Fuck.” He mutters, brows pressed together imperceptibly.

For someone you’ve just met, he still looks at you like ice about to melt, like he’s bearing witness to the last breaths of a dying star. He looks at you like he knows you; like he knows how many half-truths and one-night stands you’ve had to endure. It makes you shiver; here, bathed in crimson light, pressed against one another.

He starts with your lips, a gentle thumb pressed flat, and then deeper, deeper, deeper. It’s like before, you realise, the taste of liquor and leather long gone. He keeps his eyes on you, careful as he pops the thumb out, groaning at the length of spit that comes with a flash of your pink tongue. You splay yourself out underneath him, drinking in the sight above; your stranger, your masked man once upon a time, shirtless and breathless and rock hard against your cunt. Now, he tugs down black boxers, its band cut across his torso just so. Thick hair; dark, curly, neatly trimmed; and you reach to trace down his happy trail, to get a hand on his pretty cock.

He just watches , eyes dark, leaning forward to rock into your soft palm and put his mouth on the skin that pillows out from a tight crop top. To give him more access, you tug it down, exposing sensitive nipple. And then that tongue; searching, inquisitive, precise; wraps itself around the flesh. You keen - a pretty moan that has his heart fluttering and eyes clasped shut.

“Inside.” At first, it’s a whisper, said in the throes of deep pleasure. You repeat it, slowing your hand at his cock.

When he doesn’t answer; still slathering at your tits, pawing the flesh that spills out from your costume; you tug, a sharp thing that has him moaning and sitting up on his haunches.

“Said I wanted you inside, baby.” You say - and his breaths are deep, his eyes are wild. “Do you want it? Do you want me?”

“A-Always….course I— ” He stops himself, chewing at the inside of his cheek. Finally, he nods and you continue, satisfied.

“Watch.” You titter, reaching down to line him up; carefully gathering slick up at the head of his cock. His tip weeps; shuddering like your stranger does above, getting close and hitching up you up to stay flush against you. His eyes stay trained downward. Inside, he mouths at your neck, groaning once his cock sinks into your fluttering hole.

There’s a tightening grip at your hips, big hands bunching up the skirt to keep you close, with a careful pressure at your clit. That sends heat coursing through your veins, tasting deep crimson in the air. He fucks; up close and humping like he wants to crawl into your skin, with a fervour you’ve never encountered before. It has you hot and sticky, desperate for that biting edge that keeps slipping from dainty fingers. You start to put a hand at your clit, tracing between your bodies when a strong hand pulls it away. Firm.

“No, no, no…” He whispers it, putting your wandering hand to his face, kissing the palm.

“Please. ” You whine. “M’close. So close.”

You feel him twitch inside, hips stuttering at your tone.

“No.” He says it again, resolute. “I’m going to make you cum. Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart… just… just be patient. Please. For me .”

You’re reaching up for a kiss, of which he obliges. This time, it stays sweet; pink tongues swiped over lips.

“Look at me.” His hips shift, changing angles to hit that sweet spot like you’ve been moulded to his dick - like he knows just where to touch you to make you fall apart. “Look at me, hermosa. Ohh f-fuck, you take me so well… so pretty. You gonna milk my cock? Feels so good around me, sweetheart, like you were made for me. Like we’re ... L-Like–”

You groan, unable to tear yourself away from his writhing form: strong, lean muscles, tensing in the red light. And oh, isn’t he pretty, mere moments away from release, from spilling thick cum inside you.

“M’gonna–”

“I know, I know, hermosa. ” You like the way he says it, rolling off his tongue like honey; treacled and sweet. “Cum f’me, sweetheart. Want to feel you clamp around my cock. Cum for me. ”

And just like that, you’re gone; nails digging into his back as you careen off a steep cliff’s edge. Your stranger quickly follows, pulling out to wrap a tight hand around the base of his cock, spilling onto your stomach as you clench around nothing.

You’re whining, getting ready to complain; why hasn’t he come inside? why doesn’t he want to stay?; when he stills, settling by your side. Propped up by one arm, he crouches down to stroke at your cheek, to touch your jaw, moving your head this way and that - as if he’s looking for something hidden behind bright eyes.

In the red of the emergency lights, you suppose you’re looking for something too. A beat passes, and then another. The generator splutters, whirring and coughing. The lights turn off; replaced by the noise and white lights from across the pool.

So lost in one another, you hadn’t quite noticed; everything else falling away.

He clears his throat, clambering off of the sofa and tugging up his trousers. Quickly, he returns, a bundle of towels draped across his bare shoulders, and then he wipes off the cum - gently, separating sweaty limbs. Your costume is more or less intact, but you’re unable to do more than just lay there. He’s diligent and patient, not in any sort of rush. When you sit up, he pulls on a shirt, kneeling by your legs to play with a loose thread at your skirt. Too intimate, you suppose. With his head on your lap, you don’t think you care.

“We should leave.” You say it first, what’s been left in the air for someone else to pick apart.

“We should.”

“Can’t leave together.” You say simply, curling a hand in his hair.

Humming, he looks up lazily, with a hint of a smile. “You go first.”

Neither of you make a move to get up.

“Mr Ghostface,” You start, giggling. “What happened to your mask?”

“Lost it.” He’s cryptic. Finally, he stands.

Your stranger stretches out a rough palm, and you take it, getting up on shaky legs. You almost collapse onto his chest, but he’s there; solid, stoic. Looking up, and it catches you off guard: the intensity of his stare, how he watches in a way that makes you feel stripped bare.

“You first.” He repeats, still holding on.

He’s pretty. Of course he is, but the shadow and light makes his features even more pronounced. In the quiet, you take the opportunity to catch him off guard; standing on tip-toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. Jaw tight, he doesn’t react the way you want him to: ever-still, passive. Fuck. You’ve read it wrong: not used to the intensity of this kind of foray. After all: a one night stand seems too reductive, doesn’t quite span the depths and furrows of how your stranger has taken you apart. Finally, you leave the strange man still standing in the pool house. You don’t dare to look, but you can feel him; the weight of his stare at your back.

You can feel his hands, too; the ghost of his touch lingering as you make your way back to the house, mingling with the crowd.

~~~

You don’t tell your friends. You make your back home after the party, bundled into a taxi with a hand tight around your own wrist. It doesn’t feel like his hand on yours - not even close.

“I didn’t actually fuck him yesterday!” Your friend tugs on your sleeve, giggling into your shoulder as she recounts her night. A debrief with the girls turns into hungover breakfast-bleeding-into-lunch at your dorm. They’re bundled onto the sheets, some eating greasy takeout and others nursing bludgeoning headaches.

You’re fine, mostly. A little bit of liquid courage, but your hangover pales in comparison to some - catatonic on your rug and scrolling through their phone in a limbo-like state.

“You didn’t fuck him, but you wanted to.” Someone pipes up, and the conversation devolves into raucous laughter.

You laugh, tucked into yourself. The wonders of a half-dozen sophomores during Halloween - able to grin despite the shit storm that’s been mounting. Campus killers notwithstanding - they make you smile, at least.

“Were you there towards the end?” Someone asks, poking an elbow at your side. “When there was that blackout?”

You nod, simply - not trusting yourself to say more.

“I-I mean…” Her voice is suddenly shaky, thrusting a phone into your unsuspecting hands. “Well… they’re saying it must have happened then, or around that time.”

You squint, confused.

“And it could’ve been anyone, I suppose. There were like, what, a hundred people there? More? ”

“What?”

“A body. They found a body - by the pool house, or something…”

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Eva Beatrice Dykes (13 August 1893 – 29 October 1986) was a prominent educator and the third black American woman to be awarded a PhD.

Dykes was born in Washington, D.C., on August 13, 1893, the daughter of Martha Ann (née Howard) and James Stanley Dykes. She attended M Street High School (later renamed Dunbar High School). She graduated summa cum laude from Howard University with a B.A. in 1914. While attending Howard University, where several family members had studied, Eva was initiated into the Alpha chapter of Delta Sigma Theta. At the end of her last semester she was awarded Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority Incorporated's first official scholarship. After a short stint of teaching at Walden University in Nashville, Tennessee, Dykes attended Radcliffe College graduating magna cum laude with a second B.A. in 1917 and a M.A in 1918. While at Radcliffe she was elected to Phi Beta Kappa. In 1920 Dykes began teaching at Dunbar High School, and in 1921 she received a PhD from Radcliffe (now a part of Harvard University). Her dissertation was titled “Pope and His influence in America from 1715 to 1815”, and explored the attitudes of Alexander Pope towards slavery and his influence on American writers. Dykes was the first black American woman to complete the requirements for a doctoral degree, however, because Radcliffe College held its graduation ceremonies later in the spring, she was the third to graduate, behind Sadie Tanner Mossell Alexander (1921, University of Pennsylvania) and Georgiana R. Simpson (1921, University of Chicago).

After her graduation from Radcliffe in 1921, Dykes continued to teach at Dunbar High School until 1929 when she returned to Howard University as a member of the English Faculty. An excellent teacher, Dykes won a number of teaching awards during her 15 years of service at Howard University. Her publications include Readings from Negro Authors for Schools and Colleges co-authored with Lorenzo Dow Turner and Otelia Cromwell (1931) and The Negro in English Romantic Thought: Or a Study in Sympathy for the Oppressed (1942). In 1934 Dykes began writing a column in the Seventh-day Adventist periodical Message Magazine, this continued until 1984.

In 1920 Dykes joined the Seventh-day Adventist Church, and in 1944 she joined the faculty of the then small and unaccredited Seventh-day Adventist Oakwood College in Huntsville, Alabama, as the Chair of the English Department. She was the first staff member at Oakwood to hold a doctoral qualification and was instrumental in assisting the college to gain accreditation. Dykes retired in 1968 but returned to Oakwood to teach in 1970 and continued until 1975. In 1973 the Oakwood College library was named in her honor and in 1980 she was made a Professor Emerita. In 1975 the General Conference of the Seventh-day Adventist Church presented Dykes with a Citation of Excellence honouring her for an outstanding contribution to Seventh-day Adventist education. Dykes died in Huntsville on October 29, 1986, at the age of 93.

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The One With The Wrestling Contest (Frat!Rhett x Reader)

Summary: It's the height of mating season in the Delta Tau Epsilon house and the boys are holding a little contest in the basement to win the hands of their s.os

Warnings: Frat parties, wrestling contests in the basement references to smut 18+ only

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @sebsxphia

The basement was louder than a friggin concert stadium on a summer's eve, the bluetooth speakers blasting the music on high volume. The ding of a bell and the raucous shouts of a bunch of drunken frat boys and sorority sisters filled the basement which was already packed full of people from across the campus spectrum.

You were watching from the homemade bleachers on the other side of the room, you and several of your girlfriends from the Phi Gamma sorority and a few others, were all sitting close together each in a different colored toga that you had all made from shitty repurposed bedsheets, cheering on the boys who were down in "the pits".

"C'mon Kyle!"

"Beat the shit out of him Kyle!"

"Go for his balls Kyle!!"

Kyle Shanahan slipped in and football tackled the Alpha Beta rival by the waist, dragging him down into the inflatable pool full of strawberry scented k-y jelly.

The bell dinged again and everyone stood up, cheering and barking as Kyle victoriously threw his hands up, howling with all his long-haired, bearded glory. His girlfriend, Karen McCann, practically jumped from the bleachers and into his arms, riling up the crowd in the basement.

"Oh God I don't think I can do this," Kayce groaned.

"Ya'll know what happens to us if we don't right?" Rhett asked him.

Kayce's nostrils flared at the thought. Every Delta Tau in the past had to fight for their mating rights every year around this time, those slimy little Alpha Betas daring to encroach into their territory. Kayce looked up at the bleachers and saw Monica cheering everyone on. Under no circumstances would he allow Stan Winthorp to put his grubby, pervy hands all over Monica Long. Kayce could feel his eyes burning when he saw Stan making his way into the pits, ready for action and eyeing Monica who rolled her eyes.

"Over my dead fuckin body!" Kayce blurted out.

"Down homeboy!" Rhett ordered. "Look at me, look at me......are ya'll gonna allow Stan to get with your girl?"

"FUCK NO!"

"Are ya'll gonna allow him to get with her?"

"FUCK NO!" Kayce shouted furiously.

"Then ya'll get in there and show him who the top dog is!" Rhett told him. "Ya'll are a LEAN, MEAN FIGHTING MACHINE!!"

Kayce let out the most frightening war yell anyone had ever heard when the bell dinged again, signaling for him to get in the pits.

"Oh my God I don't think I can watch this," Monica laughed.

"Brace yourself Monnie, it's about to get crazier," you chuckled.

"In that case I'd better do a shot," said Cairo, Foster's boyfriend.

You handed Cairo the little nip of McGuillicuddy's mint flavored liqueur which he swigged back as though it were water. It was eight seconds.......eight painful seconds before Kayce leapt up off his feet, grabbed Stan and landed him in a triangle choke right on the ground. You, Monica and the others cheered from the bleachers as Kayce riled everyone up, the crowd chanting his name as Stan sulked off to clean himself up and lick his wounds.

"Holy shit!" Kayce gasped, wiping his face with a fresh towel. "That was fuckin great!"

"Alright Foster ya'll are up! Go get'em!" Rhett told him.

Oh man did Foster look pissed. It wasn't even a split second before he had the Alpha Beta prick on the ground, the very same one who had been pestering Cairo the week before at one of the bars. It had taken both Kayce and the vice president of the Sigma Sigma Kappa house to get Foster off him and drag the prick away.

Rhett eyed Smitty from across the room with a fury, his eyes burning like a pair of cobalt flames, nearly black with the intense desire to fight. The other frat leaders kept encouraging him, tapping him on the shoulder and hurling obscenities and insults at the Alpha Betas.

The bell dinged and it was time for him to go in. The bluetooth speaker started to play Eminem's "Till I Collapse", full blast as the two frat leaders entered the pits, staring each other down as they assumed the position.

Rhett nearly blacked out as the bell signaled for them to fight. It was a slippery mess as they tried to keep their feet balanced, holding onto each other as he fought to wrestle Smitty to the ground.

"Think you're too good huh Abbott?" Smitty sneered. "Just you wait until (y/n)'s in my bed and I can......."

A loud war yell fell from Rhett's mouth as he flipped Smitty right over onto his back, the slick of the k-y jelly splattering everywhere upon impact. Rhett rose, beating his chest with one hand in the ecstasy of his sudden victory.

You ran from the bleachers and threw yourself right into his arms, kissing him heatedly, neverminding that he was coated in strawberry scented lube. Smitty angrily slunked away into the corner with the rest of the Alpha Betas while you and Rhett basked in the afterglow of his triumph.

"Wanna meet me upstairs later?" Rhett asked wiggling his eyebrows a little. "Meet Caesar at the midnight orgy?"

"As long as your truck doesn't turn back into a pumpkin I'm down," you chuckled before kissing him again, much to the delight of the basement crowd.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #frat!rhett #frat!rhett abbott #outer range

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subliminalbo · 11 months

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Veronica was never the vocal type. She preferred to observe from a distance, saving her input for when it was most valuable. But sitting in the conference hall at the Carpenter State student union listening to spoiled rich girls bitch about Madison Wells, she found it difficult to maintain her silence.

Madison and her Alphas had dominated campus gossip for weeks. Her recruiting strategy hadn't just been aggressive, it was effective. Even after pledge season she continued poaching girls from other sororities. When a pair of high ranking Sigma Epsilon girls filed a petition to merge their sorority with the Alphas, an emergency meeting of the Greek Council was called to order.

The presidents and officers of five major sororities showed up:

Epsilon Eta Phi, Carpenter State's oldest active sorority and a popular club for old Romero money and kids with connections. President Amanda Hewitt and Vice President Michelle Norton arrived early and took seats at the head of the table. Though their input had little substance, they were always in attendance for special meetings and demanded to speak first.

Pi Delta Kappa, boasting the strictest academic requirements for membership, had a reputation for housing future congresswomen and CEOs. Presidents Tamika Graham and Antonia Reyna attended with Veronica Kirby, treasurer, joining as a consult. The two co-presidents came prepared with a PowerPoint presentation mapping out the projected gain/loss of each sorority.

Alpha Kappa Psi, an exclusive sorority for female athletes, sent a single representative in Demi Snyder. A member of Carpenter State's conference champion volleyball team, Demi held no leadership position in Alpha Kappa Psi and only came to rehash bad blood.

Sigma Eta Chi was the newest and smallest member of the Greek Council, but the loudest sorority on campus. Labeled a right wing hate group by campus activists, the sorority was founded as Carpenter State's only all-white Greek house. President Sadie Bradford and advisor Marla Hunter attended with a binder full of data about Carpenter State's affirmative action programs.

Beta Phi Alpha, once a thriving sorority under the leadership of President Ana Marino, had been most affected by the rise of Madison Wells and the Alphas. With more members moving into the Alpha house by the week, it was Ana who called the emergency meeting. Vice President Morgan Jones and senior member Taylor Byrne came as support.

None of the campus fraternities sent representatives.

"I was hoping for a better turnout, but this should do," Ana said as she rose from her seat to share some pre-written statement about the Alphas. She was interrupted by Amanda who was unhappy about the lack of vegan options at the meeting.

"You knew that Epsilon House was doing No Milk October and yet you still chose pizza. Just being in the presence of all this cheese is an insult to our veganity."

"We didn't know about your dietary restrictions," Morgan spoke calmly. "If you'd replied to our email—"

"Bullshit, Morgan," Michelle cut in. "Ana subscribes to our newsletter. No Milk October was this month's cover page."

Amanda was nibbling on a slice of pizza now, mumbling through tears. "I'm so upset."

"I hear you," Ana spoke in a measured tone, still standing. "And next time we'll try to be more conscious of your needs. But I want to talk about—"

"Nobody gives a fuuuck," Demi groaned. "I want to talk about Melanie Reyes."

"Jesus Christ," Taylor rolled her eyes. "Are we doing this again?"

"She was ours. You know that we have first shot at the athletes."

"She wasn't interested in pledging with anybody," Taylor said. "She struck you down, we took our shot."

"She didn't 'strike us down,' you approached her before our blessing and it scared her away. Do you have any idea what losing the best softball player in a generation means for our reputation?"

Taylor shrugged. "Almost as bad as a one seed losing in the first round of the playoffs."

"We were conference champions!" Demi shouted. "That's still a successful season!"

"Ana's right," Tamika spoke up next. "The Alphas' unprecedented growth is an existential threat to Greek life on campus. We've never seen anything like this before."

"Thank you," Ana gestured dramatically toward Tamika.

"Madison's proposal to merge with Delta Sigma Epsilon is just the beginning," Antonia continued, clicking through graphs of each sorority's historical growth rate on the projector screen. "She won't stop there. She aims to absorb every sorority on campus."

"Why should we care?" Sadie asked. "I don't think we should reward houses for failing."

"We're not rewarding anybody," Morgan said. "We're protecting our institutions."

"Protecting yourselves," Marla scoffed. "It's not our fault people are turned off by your out-of-control, PC, safe space agenda."

"I'm sorry," Taylor waved her hands. "Isn't your house just a safe space for Nazis?"

"Un-safe!" Sadie shot back. "We are not a 'safe space.' It states it in our charter: 'An un-safe space for conservative sisters who want to live free of censorship, cancellation, and the gay agenda.'"

"—And we're not Nazis." Marla muttered.

"Un-safe space?" Morgan repeated. "That's literally nothing."

"It's a safe space!" Ana cried. "You can't just do a thing and call it a different thing!"

Sadie took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I just feel so threatened right now."

Ana losing her cool was the tipping point. The table erupted now into shouts.

Demi lobbed broad accusations at the Betas' side while Taylor came back with shockingly personal insults. Marla cradled a sobbing Sadie and shouted "Snowflakes!" Michelle and Amanda had begun packing up their bags and were sneaking out with a box of pizza while Antonia tried desperately to steer the conversation back to the Alphas.

And, of course, sitting there silently in the middle of the ruckus was Veronica. The girls jumped at the sound of her stainless steel water bottle clanging against the table like a judge's gavel. She pounded once, twice, three times, until all attention was on her. She stood from her seat, her sisters more surprised as anyone else in the room.

"I'm sorry, y'all, but this is all so fucking stupid," Veronica said.

Tamika gasped, but quickly regained her composure.

"We can argue all day, but there's only one piece of data here that matters to me."

Veronica took the laptop gently from Antonia. She clicked to a page with two sets of data plotted on a line graph. The first line declined steadily across the screen. The second line followed the same trend as the first, but suddenly skyrocketed to the top of the graph near the end.

"This graph tracks the historical average of sorority membership for the last fifty years. The line trending down is all other sororities on campus, while the one trending up is Alpha Delta Theta. It's the only sorority that's growing. And is there any question why?"

"Mind control?" Marla asked to a reception of giggles.

Veronica shook her head. "We can't share a room without going at each other's throats. Yes, Greek life is supposed to be a safe space. It's place for found family. A place to be comforted in our hardest days. And of course, yes, to find really cute boys."

Tamika smiled at that. A lot of the girls around the table had started smiling.

Veronica shook her head with a cute little laugh and continued, "Is it maybe possible that instead of going to war with this year's It house, we work on doing better in our own? Because when I look at Madison, what I see is someone doing serious outreach in the community. She works her ass off, and she's being rewarded for it. Yeah, she's kind of a secret bitch. But I've been to a Greek Council meeting. We're all kind of secret bitches."

Veronica's speech was so persuasive that by the end of the meeting the girls were even discussing inviting the Alphas to the Greek Council. Only Ana and the Betas were left dissatisfied with the outcome, but they found themselves on the outside looking in with Veronica's sudden appeal to good vibes.

"Is it just me," Taylor whispered, leaning in toward Ana. "Or is this all bullshit?"

"It's a fucking set up," Ana growled back, staring down Veronica who was laughing it up at the end of the table with her sisters and the Epsilon Eta Phi girls.

"I think we're on our own now," Morgan said solemnly.

Tamika's piercing laugh caught the attention of everyone at the table.

"At first I was like, 'Whaaaat is she saying?' But I'm really proud of you, Roni," Tamika smiled. "It's exactly what I think we all needed to hear." She shot a glance Ana's way.

"Thank you," Veronica offered a sheepish sort of smile back her way.

The hall emptied out quickly after that with the Pi sisters volunteering to stay behind and clean up. Veronica assured Tamika and Antonia that she could handle the rest and soon she was alone in the conference hall.

When she was certain that her sisters were clear of the door, she pulled out her phone and dialed.

"It's done," Veronica said.

"Successful, I'm assuming?" Madison asked.

"Yes." Veronica's pulse picked up at the sound of Madison's voice. It was suddenly very hot in the student union. Her voice cracked as she spoke again. "The cancellation emails worked. Only the houses we wanted came to the meeting. It was chaos."

"Good," Madison said. Veronica could see Madison's lips moving with her voice. "So the heat's off?"

"Th-they want to invite you into the council."

"Even better. You sound worked up, Roni."

"I'm so fucking hot," Veronica moaned. Her free hand clawed at her breast, her fingers circling the outline of her nipple beneath the fabric of her tight dress. She wanted to tear the dress down its seam. "W-what are you doing to me?" she choked.

"You're an Alpha now, Roni!" Madison laughed. "Being a hungry slut is a requirement."

"I'm a hungry slut..." Veronica echoed. The image of Madison's lips had been replaced by the pink folds of her pussy. Tears streamed down Veronica's cheeks as she pulled the skirt of her dress up, exposing her naked, dripping pussy.

"This isn't right," Veronica gasped, her fingers rolling slowly over her swollen clit. "I need to tell my sisters..."

"Now, Roni," Madison sighed. "Why would you want to do that?"

"It's not right..." Veronica said between soft moans. Her eyes were closed, her tongue slipping out of her mouth. "I'm not right."

This was the problem with the smart ones. They were always fighting their conditioning.

"Listen: Roni," Madison said. Suddenly her voice was all Veronica could hear. "You're exactly what you're supposed to be. A living, breathing, slutty little fuckdoll. You've been that way you're whole life, you just couldn't see it. That feeling between your legs, that aching desire creeping over you, that pleasure beginning to spill over the edge? That's how your body responds to me. It only responds to me."

"Only you..."

"And you live for that feeling, don't you? You live for that reward."

"I do," Veronica's entire body melting at the sound of Madison's voice. "I fucking do..."

"I'm not going to make you do anything, Roni. You can go to your sisters now if you want to or," Madison paused, giving Veronica time to edge closer. She responded with a needy moan, her fingers picking up pace and pressure against her clit. "Or you can cum for me right now. You can't have it both ways, Roni."

Veronica whispered weakly, "Cum..."

"Speak louder, my dear."

"Please let me cum!"

"Cum for me," Madison growled.

"F-fuck!" Veronica's cries echoed beyond the closed doors of the conference room. They would be a whispered rumor in classrooms for the next week.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my mind!" she screamed as her body tipped over the edge into total sexual release. "Anything! I'll do anything for you, Mistress! Take me, take my sisters! I don't fucking care, I just need to obey!"

"They'll join you in time," Madison laughed. "But for now I need you on that council. When you're cleaned up, come to the house for further education."

"Yes, Mistress Madison," Veronica said through deep breaths.

"Alpha is everything," Madison said.

"There is only Alpha."

Madison's phone slipped absently from her hand and bounced off of the bedroom carpet. Her voice joined a chorus of moans bouncing off of the walls. Surrounding her were the slick, naked bodies of her properly mind-fucked Alpha sisters, partaking in their new evening ritual.

The girls were handpicked nightly by Madison and, between turns buried in their Mistress' pussy, paired off to fuck each other senseless.

It may not have been what Claire Petruzzi envisioned for her sorority when she drafted the house's mission statement that past summer, but down on the carpet grinding on Caroline Bishop's face, she didn't seem to mind. Both were eager to play a role in Madison's new design.

Sinking low into the armchair in the corner, the freshman Carla had her legs spread for upperclassman Gracie. Carla had recently undergone her own education and was taking full advantage of the household perks. Gracie was on her knees before Carla, proudly lapping at the young pledge's pussy. Carla lost track of the orgasms. They wrapped back around until it felt like a permanent state of pleasure. She bent her head back and moaned: "Obey. Serve. Fuck. Alpha."

On the opposite end of the bedroom, Angelica was paired off with another underclassman, Ashley. They were moving slower, but were just as starved for each other's bodies. Ashley had Angelica on her back, her hand exploring Angelica's wet pussy while her lips suckled at her tits.

"Just like that, baby," Angelica whispered. "Show me how well you obey."

And of course, at the center of it all was Madison Wells. She was down on the bed, her favorite Alpha pledge between her legs. But it wasn't just the feeling of Tina's tongue on her clit that made her cum—it was everything. The sex, the satisfied sounds of her conquests, Veronica's mantras repeated over the phone. She could feel the power washing over her as the orgasm hit her and she cried out just like any other Alpha.

The naked bodies of her sisters in twisted ecstasy appeared like dancing shapes through her blurred vision.

"A kingdom," Madison said quietly.

Tina looked up through glassy eyes, her chin dripping sex. "What was that my Mistress?"

"A kingdom," Madison repeated. "I don't want a sorority, or a school, or a campus. I want a kingdom."

#hypnokink #mind control #brainwashed #series: alphas #hypno story #i felt bad that most of this post was goofy sorority drama and i uh i may have overcorrected in the back half

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Twisted Wonderland Characters' Birthday Stones, Stars, And Flower Meanings

It's back by the demand

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts: 8/24

Stone: Lava- "Lovers" Flowers: Diatom- "Elegance/Fashion", Cypress vine- "Delicate love", Montbretia- "Lovely memories" Star: Lambda Hydrae- "Logics based on tradition"

Trey Clover: 10/25 Stone: Red spinel- "curiosity" Flowers: Maple- "refraining and precious memories", Sieboldii- "special someone", Celestial Chrysanthemums- "cooperation" Star: Phi Centauri- "Mostest yet honest"

Cater Diamond: 2/4 Stone: Bi-color amethyst: "Awakening" Flowers: Camellia- "perfect, whole love", Red primrose- "unflawed/natural beauty", Quince- "precocious" Star: Nu Aquarii- "Ideas and self-reliance"

Ace Trappola: 9/23 Stone: Ametrine- "light and dark" Flowers: Spider lilies- "Lonely/passion/giving up", Dahlia- "beauty/betrayal", Purslane- "a hidden love" Star: Pi Virginis - “A conscious mysterious charm”

Deuce Spade: 6/3 Stone: Pink diamond- "A soft beauty and elegance" Flowers: Hydrangea- "High pride/high endurance", Honeysuckle- "Flexible love", Garden phlox- "Agreement" Star: Mu Eridani- “a talented independence”

Savannaclaw

Leona Kingscholar: 7/27 Stone: Melee diamond- "A start from a supporting character" Flowers: Pelargonium- "Well raised", Thunberg lily- "Falseness", Geranium- "Unchanging trust" Star: Beta Volantis- "Brave and independence oriented"

Ruggie Bucchi: 4/18 Stone: Dolomite- "Courage to the whole body" Flowers: Lily daffodil- "Exotic", Statice-"Unchanging heart", Love-in-a-Mist -"Love in a dream" Star: Tau Ceti- "Coexistence of strength and kindness"

Jack Howel: 10/11 Stone: Rhodolite Garnet- "Active love" Flowers: Coleus- "Unfulfilled love", Lythrum Ancesps- "Good family custom", Peacock Plant- "Love at first sight" Star: Xi 2 Centauri- "Bright with a charming way of talking"

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto: 2/24 Stone: White Pearl - "Modesty, sincerity" Flowers: Amaryllis- "Vanity", Crocus- "Believe me", Coptis- "Transformation" Star: Pi Aquarii- "Intuition and sensibility"

Jade/Floyd Leech: 11/5 Stone: Nephrite Cat's Eye - "The charm of the eyes"/ "The charm of maturity" Flowers: Pentas- "Your hope will come true", Dancing Lady Orchid- "Dance with me", Moss Rose/Sun Rose/Mexican Rose (however you may call it)- "Innocence" Star: Alpha Lupi- "Richness without profit and loss"

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim:2/25 Stone: Malachite- "Dangerous love Flowers: Bindweed- "Bonds, Friendship's sake", Montbretia- "Cheerful", Drumstick Flower- "Knocking on the door to the heart Star: Kappa Cassiopeiae- "Kindness that dislikes loneliness"

Jamil Viper: 9/12 Stone: Peridot- "The bond of fate" Flowers: Diascia- "Forgive me", Indigo- "It all depends on you", Clematis- "Stratigest/Creativity"/"Bondage Star: Delta Crateris- "Strong companionship"

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit: 4/9 Stone: Cerasite (Cherry Blossom Stone)- "Mental beauty/Purity" Flowers: Cherry blossom- "Mental beauty", Acacia- "Grace/secret love", Wallflower- "Long-lasting love" Star: Theta Cassiopeiae- "Effort to get through on their own"

Rook Hunt: 12/2 Stone: Black Coral- "A calm wit" Flowers: Cineraria- "Always comfortable", Heliconia- "A weird person", Carnation- "Increasing feelings Star: Tau Scorpii- "Not restrained by common sense"

Epel Felmier: 5/6 Stone: Lemon Quartz: "Bear fruit/harvest" Flowers: Chinese redbud: "Modest/simplicity", Butterfly flower: "Rebellious", Gardenia: "Carrying happiness" Star: Tau Persei- "A sense of responsibility that does not despair"

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud: 12/18 Stone: Fire-Opal -"One who is falling in love" Flowers: Pomegranate- "Beauty of maturity", Leopard plant- "Humility, Restraint", Kumaszasa: "Lonely" Star: Beta Ophiuchi (Cebalrai)- "authoritarianism with strong courtesy”

Ortho Shroud: 8/14 Stone: Inca Rose Stone: "Welcoming new love and romance" Flowers: Globe Amaranth- "Immortal", Cheeses flower: "Gentle heart", Oleander: "Danger" Star: Ursae Majoris (Chalawan)- "Lonley and honest"

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia: 1/18 Stone: Roselite- "The bliss of reaching goals" Flowers: Hepatica- "Trust", Primula- "I can't live without you" Star: Gamma Sagittae- "A self-reflective maturing person"

Lilia Vanrouge: 1/1 Stone: Jade- "Long life and prosperity" Flowers: Pine- "Immortality, and longevity", Snowdrops- "Hope", Adonis Ramosa- "Permanent happiness" Star: Vega- "an optimistic person with a peaceful heart"

Silver: 5/15 Stone: Red Jadeite- "Judgement" Flowers: Houttuynia Cordata- "Wild", Campanula- "Moderation/Sincerity", Western Azalea- "Dignity" Star: Xi Tauri-"The charm of being lonely and unreliable"

Sebek Zigvolt: 3/17 Stone: Emerald- "Mental stability" Flowers: Lupine- "You are my peace", Ixia (African corn lilies)- "Unity" Star: Tau Cassiopeiae- "A focus that doesn't fail twice"

I know ppl are going to say, this looks familiar...

Yeah, you are right, idk if anyone's reposted this tbh but ppl liked this when I posted this

It helped me see characters better ngl

#Twisted wonderland #twst wonderland

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“somewhere private”

request!

warnings: smut, douche austin, frat austin, reader is “not like other girls” 🤭, fem reader, drinking, dubious consent (reader is a bit tipsy)

the last frat party of the last semester of the year was in full rage, flashing led lights, way too loud music, and your friend who dragged you there had been led up to one of the phi alpha theta… delta… kappa… whatever the frat the boy had belonged to’s dorm.

people bumped passed you, jell-o shots in hand, you felt so out of place. you were practically picked up and carried to this frat by your dorm mate who had hyped up these parties and made it seem like they were out of project x or something.

the skirt that was basically a belt rode up with every step you took to the kitchen trying to find any drop of alcohol you could find to make your night better, pulling it down for the umpteenth time that night had taken away your attention and awareness of the people around you, causing you to plow into the firm chest in front of you.

“woah, what happened to introducing yourself?” the low voice with what sounded like a light country accent sounded above you.

you could tell your cheeks went bright pink by the burning sensation that spread across your face. “i’m sorry… god i’m so… clumsy i’m sorry.” god, why did you sound so meek? sirens blared in your mind telling you to shut the situation down before you embarrassed yourself more.

“you’re wearing my drink, honey. let me get you a new one or even better, a change of clothes. how’s that sound?” it seemed the wine coolers in your system had caught up to you because before you could let your logic speak your mouth was saying yes because all you could focus on was he seemed to be the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen.

so, your fingers intertwined in his he helped you stumble up the seemingly thousands of steps with his free hand on your lower back, your stomach flipping and not from the alcohol.

you reached what you assumed would be his room, it was surprisingly clean and smelled like a lingering cologne. “y’got roommates? is someone gonna come in here getting to 3rd base with a freshman who doesn’t know any better?” you questioned as he led you into his connected bathroom.

“nah, i’m pretty much the leader around here, don’t allow roommates.”

as you scanned the area you saw evidence of an actual hygiene routine which you then mentally patted yourself on the back for choosing the right guy to bump into.

when the both of you got inside, you instantly turned the tap on and bent down to drink, his hands coming to card through your hair and make a makeshift ponytail for you while he laughed.

the water halted and you straightened back up to give him an angry look which probably didn’t intimidate him as much as you had hoped.

“let’s get this shirt off, kay? i’ll leave and just let me know when you need me to get you a fresh shirt.” but before he could get his hand to the door knob, you reached out to grip his wrist, you don’t know why you did it, but you just didn’t want to be alone.

“can you um.. can you help?” once again your cheeks heated up because of how small your voice sounded, you hoped he didn’t take this as an invitation for something but also at the same time maybe you did.

“uh.. yeah sure. just, put your arms up f’me.” and like he had control over you, they instantly went up and he was pulling your thin and soaked shirt over your head.

after it was taken off and placed next to the both of you, you slumped into his shoulder, sighing.

suddenly the cold air brought you back to reality, more so made you realize you were exposed to a stranger, in just a bra and skirt.

“imsosorry, um you don’t have to stay, i can clean myself up and be on my way out with my shirt.” you knew it was the right thing to say, although a part of you really wished he’d stay.

that sly smirk on his face wasn’t unrecognized by you, and your dreams of him staying with you grew.

“wouldn’t want to leave you alone, you know, for safety of course” he said with a joking tone, severely easing the tension between you two.

grabbing a small hand towel by the sink and setting it with warm water, he brought it up to your chest to wipe some of the excess alcohol on your skin that was slowly getting sticky from the air.

you couldn’t help your eyes from flicking down to your chest and back up to him, you couldn’t stop your quickened breaths, they were extremely noticeable by your bare chest being completely opened to him.

“i had my eye on you tonight, may have accidentally on purpose bumped into you. but i didn’t mean to spill my drink on you, if you can believe me.”

that’s all it took for you to finally be okay with how bad you wanted to kiss him, he wanted you first so it was okay right?

he tasted like beer and whiskey as you unbuttoned his already partially open shirt, he went down to your collarbones as you played with the the hair at the nape of his neck.

he lowered himself once more down to your thighs where he placed big sloppy opened mouth kisses all around and on the inside of your thighs.

everything everywhere was throbbing, your head, your stomach, your cunt.

he attached to your clothed core, moaning when he felt the wet spot that was already there.

“you don’t have to- if you don’t want.”

he looked up at you, reluctantly pulling away, leaving you feeling cold.

“every bone in my body wants to do this, but if you don’t want to just say the word and i will leave you alone and get you the shirt no questions asked.” your hand still attached to his neck answered for you, pushing him down back to where you needed him most.

he quickly dragged down your thong to your ankles, finally giving you the skin to skin contact you craved.

his tongue was like magic, you knew it was probably from the throngs of girls he had learned it from but you pushed it to the back of your head as your heels dug into his back, pressing him closer to you.

your hands stayed in his hair, completely taking control, but from the groans that were going into you, you didn’t think he had a problem with it.

you were practically fucking his face, back arching, lewd noises bouncing off the acoustic bathroom, but you only had your end goal in mind.

his fingers found themselves inside you, filling you up.

he shook his head side to side wildly, causing you to clutch onto the end of the counter, teeth dragging your bottom lip in.

when you finished, you were spent, falling back into the mirror, but while you were done, he wasn’t.

though he slowed down he continued his attack on you, causing overstimulated whines to leave you,

once you had stars in your sight, you had to pull him away for your own sake. all over his chin was you, he wiped his mouth as he also pulled his fingers out.

you brought them to your mouth making eye contact as you followed your cheeks around them.

“i knew i liked you.” he watched in amazement as he pressed down his fingers, opening your mouth.

he promptly stood up, hand on your knee.

“let’s go get you that shirt, shall we?”

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