“Yeah but he rattles through ‘em.” He reasons. “I’m not gonna drop this. I’m gonna be really annoying about it. If you didn’t want to push me out of a window before, you will soon.”

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“Dude you lived with counselor Irory have you seen his wait list?” It seemed to be a chronic thought of hers that everyone else had worse problems than her. She didn’t want to waste time when someone needed it more than her. That wasn’t something they were going to fix tonight anyway. “But you’re right, we should concentrate on the Alyx problem.”

“You know there’s faculty whose actual job it is to listen to our concerns right?” He smiles. “And I would hold your hand but… I mean I just unblocked a toilet Mitch you don’t want that.” Lighten the mood. As best he can. That’s the patented Rob Dashwood way. “Once we got this Alyx problem out of the way we can talk about it, alright?”

She looks over his face a moment. Wishing that she could feel like she was able to ask for help. She already felt guilty enough that he was so worried about her when he was the one who had someone out there trying to kill him. “Everyone’s got their own things to deal with I don’t know who I could ask.” She says with a little sigh. She was usually the one dishing out the help, the one people came to when they needed something. Being on the opposite side of that was disconcerting. “Even you. You have a problem decidedly bigger than this, I can’t ask you to just sit here and hold my hand through this.”

“Hey you don’t have to do it on your own right? You can ask for help.” It’s what Irory had said to him, not even that long ago. He and Mitch were weirdly alike, when it came to it.

“I… the crash from using those for so long really sucks. I’m just not looking forward to going through it. Again.” The silver lining here at least is that she’s not going to be doing it during exam week. It would still suck but, the academic fallout would be minimal at least. She hoped.

“You don’t look fine. You got a face on t like you’re the one this Alyx wants to kill.”

“You’re right, it’ll be fine.” It would be a long and arduous week once the withdrawals started but… sure it’ll be fine. “Anyway, if you’re quite finished going through my things.” She says looking up at him. “You really should try and get some rest. You’re going to be meeting with someone who was sent to kill you afterall.”

“Hey…” He frowns, looking at the toilet then following her. “We unblocked the toilet, yeah? It’s fine.”

She shakes her head, taking the plunger back and tucking it back in its place. “Yeah yeah, good job.” She grumbles and heads back into her room, sitting back down on the bed and tucking her legs beneath her.

“I do actually.” He grins at her. A shit eating grin. “Here have your doodad back.” He pushes the plunger back into her hands. “Great job, team.”

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She closes her mouth that was very much in the process of saying those exact words. Instead she drops her gaze down to the last swirling little baggie before it disappears down the drain. Ignoring the little part of her brain that protested that they were in bags, it would’ve been fine. But that was disgusting. “Feel better now?” She asks, looking up at him.

“Tyr’s balls on a stick. This is stupid. You can’t unclog something without sticking something in it, *as it very much were*.” And yet the toilet unblocks with a gurgle, the last sad looking scraps of medication swirling away. “… don’t say I told you so.”

“It was literally one fucking question.” She sighs with a roll of her eyes. “Here, hold the stick and put the circle down against the drain on the bottom.” She explains as she maneuvers the plunger around in his hands. “And then you just pull down on it to create a suction seal and pull it back up.”

“No? Fucking hell what is this, twenty questions?”

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She watches him a moment, like someone investigating a strange bug they had found. “Have… have you never plunged a toilet before?”

He takes the plunger in two hands, studying it for a moment. “So do I just…” he tries to poke the whole thing into the toilet.

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“Well… now the really clever thing to do is going to be to plunge the toilet.” She pats his arm before taking up the plunger and handing it to him.

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“… I feel like the really clever thing to do would be to have taken them out of the packets…”

“By the gods, seriously?” She shoves her way into the room, it was small and put them in close proximity to the other. It was already barely big enough in this bathroom for one person to occupy it much less two. “That’s so gross.” Yep there were the little offenders floating around in the toilet water. “There wasn’t even that many, how does that even happen.”

“Yep well, now I’m flushing your drugs.” And they’re gone. Nope… the water’s rising. “… oh shit I think I blocked your toilet.”

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“You’ve spent entirely too much time with the counselor, you’re starting to sound like him.” Not that it was necessarily a bad thing. But she wasn’t looking forward to having another crash out. And this time with a potential witness to it.

“Okay but being an overachiever isn’t gonna fix your problems you know what is? Getting your head right and confronting your fears.” Yeah the pills are going in the toilet. “Because trust me when you start self medicating it doesn’t fucking help. It just makes you hate yourself and then you make stupid decisions. And you should listen to me because I had therapy.”

“I sleep..” she says a bit evasively. She couldn’t remember the last time she had gotten a good full night of sleep but a few hours every now and then was fine. “I just need a few extra hours in a day to get everything done is all.” What she wouldn’t give to be a full elf, to only need a bit of meditation to get through and be perfectly fine. But no, there just had to be that bit of human in there.

“Fuuuucking hell mate you know the meds were probably making you worse right? When was the last time you actually slept? Do you not feel like shit all the time?” His memories of his own incidence of substance abuse are brief. ||A sharp sting, a swift rise of unconsciousness. The high vis yellow and green jacket of the paramedic. The passage of streetlights beyond the ambulance windows. The tug of the IV in his arm…|| It only served to extemporise his fears.

She pauses in the doorway as he speaks. His words ringing in her head. I care about you. You’re my friend And even before when he had broken in he had said that she mattered. It had been a long time since anyone had said anything like that to her besides her own family. It brought a little tear to her eyes. But more so it brought guilt. “I’m sorry.” She says quietly, leaning against the doorway, looking down at her own hands the twisted into her sleeves. “I just… I tanked my exams after you left and I was desperate to do better…. To be better and I didn’t know what else to do.”

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“Because despite being literally the single most annoying tiny little nerd in the whole wide world, I care about you a lot. You’re my friend, you daft prick.” Yep. Fuck it. Just say all the words. Why not.

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She groans in frustration letting him run for the bathroom. What was the point? She could hardly fight him off. “What does it matter what I do anyway? You literally have an assassin after you, you could literally die. Why are you so worried about me?” She asks, moving after him after a moment, following him to her bathroom.

“Stop gulping down poison, Mystra’s tits you’re the dumbest genius I’ve ever met are you for real?” Okay maybe he’s lost it. Just a bit. Hell he might get shot tonight may as well just say anything. Right? “I’m gonna flush it.” He turns on his heel and tries to run for the bathroom.

She lets her shirt drop back down and reaches for the medicine in his hand. “Stop stealing my shit.”

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He has a fistful of medication, but even the seriousness of that particular fact can’t stop him immediately laughing. “What the fuck, Mitch…” Oh he needed this. It’s such a mad method of distraction, and he can’t help but admire her for it.

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask.” Well this was getting her nowhere. Time to pull out the big guns… or well, kind of small guns depending on how one looked at it. “Hey look.” She says, leaning back and reaching for the edge of her shirt to pull up and flash her tits at him. It was a last ditch effort.

“Oh and that was totally entirely totally gained through normal legal means yeah?” He’s clearing out her drawer quickly.

“Ugh!” She groans at him, still struggling against futility. He was a lot bigger than she was, he had been right about her teeny tiny frame. “I wouldn’t have had to steal them from the infirmary if you hadn’t taken what I had to begin with.”

“Are they your things if you stole them from the infirmary though? Huh? Are they?” There’s no stopping him, he’s digging right in.

“Hey! No-” she throws herself at him in an attempt to block him from getting to her drawer *again*. “Stop going through my things!” She jabs an elbow at him.

“That doesn’t really answer my question.” He looks at her, then her bedside drawer, then back at her. Then lunges for it in an attempt to get there before her, should she try to hide whatever she’s up to. Rest can wait, curiosity is more important.

She keeps looking at him a moment before turning away. “Didn’t you want to get some rest before meeting Alyx?”

“Oh… okay that’s good I thought you were maybe going to hit me again.” He’s still clutching the pillow, like it’s the middle of the night and he’s four, wandering crying into his governess’ room looking for comfort. “So that whole thing, it’s not happening any more? Right?”

Was she still mad about the drugs? She didn’t think she had ever really been mad at him about it. Scared and confused and desperate perhaps but not angry at him about it. “No.” She says honestly, sitting at the edge of the bed. “I wasn’t mad at you about it, I understand why you did it. It was really inconvenient timing perhaps but… it was also just nice to know there was someone that cared enough to try and help.” She shrugs a shoulder as she spoke. Mitch spent so long hiding behind her mask and pretending everything was okay. She wasn’t used to someone that got that look beyond it to see her truly.

“I don’t think I have ever snored in my life.” He catches the pillow with a scowl in protest. “… are you still mad at me about the drugs thing?”

She rolls her eyes, picking up her spare pillow and tossing it at him. “You’re such a dick. At least I don’t snore like a hibernating bear.”

“… you are quite elbowy. And you kick. A bit. Again no offence.” It makes him feel better to be a little silly.

“I am not…. that elbowy.” She protests, even though she knew he was exactly right. Mitch was all angles and pointy, a fact that only got worse the further into the semester they got. As much as she would love to gain weight and have a bit more plush, that would require her to actually take care of herself.

“Yeah well I’m a quick study.” He says. With no hint of irony. “Oh yeah of course that’s what I meant. Floor.” He says with a frown and a clearing of his throat. “No offence but you’re way too elbowy to share a bed with anyway.”

She’s already heading to the little storage container she kept in the corner to pull out the spare bedding for him. “Really? That’s the quickest Pavlovian response development I’ve ever heard of.” She says while heading back to him with the spare duvet and blankets. They’d be plush enough to provide some decent amount of comfort. She hands them out to him. “And no, you can pick whatever spot on the floor you like though.”

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“Is it weird that a part of me still thinks I’m gonna get laid if I come in here?” May as well put his foot in his mouth from the very beginning. Corvid doesn’t have much. A thin plastic shopping bag of spare clothes, a toothbrush and the razor Irory got him. “So… do I go here?” It’s wishful thinking that steers him to the side of the bed.

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A few days after a certain vet assistant visited the school clinic for a stitch removal turned several hour IV antibiotics, a small package wrapped in newspaper and coarse twine is left outside Mitch's door, along with a note. Inside the package are a pair of deep green woolen socks, made with care but somewhat less-than-expert skill, approximately the size of Mitch's feet. The note reads as follows: > Hey Mitch > Sorry again for being a damn idiot, and wasting your time and good opinion > I hope you like green > Archie

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She leans into the chaste kiss, and in to short a timespan he was gone, disappearing into the night outside of her window. “Robin…” She felt like the breath had left her body, cold settling into her bones, she hadn’t even realized she was crying until she could taste the salt on her lips. She hoped he would be okay. Mitch crawled into bed later that night, feeling even colder and emptier than it had before. Falling into a restless sleep.

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He’s good at being stubborn. May as well stick at it. He stops with one leg in and one leg out of the window. “Pfsh. I’m always safe.” He’s a very good liar. But sometimes… not so much. “Don’t fuck things up. Seriously. Oh and if you see Aspen tell them the deal is up, and I’ve had to leg it.” He swings himself out of the window, but dips his head and shoulders back in. “One for the road right?” He kisses her, relatively chaste given every frantic, emotional kiss that has gone before. “It’s Robin, by the way.” Then he’s gone.

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Alvilda (Tav: Helaena+)

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Wicked ( Tav:Mitch )

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Steffi 🍄 [Tavs:Mushroom Mob]

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It was probably for the best that she completely ignore whatever that feeling was when he said the words *good girl*. She had been so wrapped up in what was going on that she hadn’t noticed him making his way back to the window until he was opening it back up. “Corvid.” She could tell there was no point in arguing with him. He was stubborn as a mule and had made his mind up, both about what was in his bag and about going away it seemed. “Just…” She reaches out a hand to hold onto his arm. *Just stay.*. “Stay safe, alright.”

“Um. Nope.” He’s not the tallest guy but he’s taller than her, and he can definitely hold the bag out of reach as he makes his way back to the window. “You don’t need it. And you’ll thank me for this.” He points a finger at her. “Be a good girl and leave this shit alone, alright? And don’t say you don’t matter because that’s straight horseshit.” Yep he’s outta here. He’s already been here too long. He hauls open the window again. “Do it scared if you have to but don’t do it doped up. It’ll bite you on the ass, and your ass is too nice to get bit. Well…” He pulls a face, suggesting that might actually depend entirely on who is doing the biting. “Don’t fuck it up. I’m out.”

“No, I don’t.” She argues, it’s an automatic response that’s out there before she can even do anything to stop it. What did she matter in the grand design of it all? Nothing. She was so insignificant. “This is the one thing I can do right, I can’t fuck it up, Corvid. Please. I’ll throw them away afterwards.” She continues to plead. “You can take the jewelry if you want, you can get a lot of coin out of some of those pieces.”

“Oh noooo… tough tits.” He feins concern for less than a second. “Drop the tutoring and focus on yourself. You’ve got one less moron now that I’m out. Do yourself a favour, pay attention to what matters. Dickhead.” He pulls his bag out of her grasp. “… that’s you by the way, you’re what matters.”

“What? Wait no-Hey!” She scrambles after him, clutching at the straps to his bag. “Please, I need these, at least until the exams are finished. I can’t fail the first ones of the year.”

“Thanks. Honestly.” He gives her hand a squeeze and picks up his now empty bag - into which he deposits all of the pharmaceuticals from her bedside drawer. “I am taking these though.”

She gives a soft laugh, leaning over to look at him with a little smile. “Don’t worry. It will be our little secret.”

“Thanks… and um. Thanks for keeping an eye on Rabbit.” He looks up at her. “… don’t tell anyone but I’m doing veterinary medicine because I think horses and ponies are really cool. Even if it makes me sound like a twelve year old girl.”

Her smile brightens and she looks down at their hands as he interlocks their fingers. Hers looked so much smaller and paler in comparison to his, it was almost comical. And yet they fit together so nicely. Comfortable. His fingers were so much warmer than her cold, poorly circulated ones. “Yeah… I would like that.”

He smiles, turning his hand over to link his fingers with hers. He’s never done that with anyone before. It feels nice. Her palm is soft. “Maybe if I get out of this nightmare I can come back and we can try again, yeah?”

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Why did that make her want to cry again? It was probably the most sincere thing she had ever heard him say. She reaches out and puts a hand on his. “For what it’s worth.. I would’ve liked to have been your friend.”

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“I know, but…” He exhales heavily. “You’re a pain in my ass but you could’ve been a friend. And I reckon that would’ve been better.”

“It alright, it’s not… I mean you… I’m not... Hmh.” She frowns a moment, she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to say. Words failing her. It’s alright, it’s not like you meant it. You didn’t make me feel bad. I’m not hurt. “I’m just as much at fault as you are there.” Is what she settled on. “You shouldn’t feel… guilty or anything.”

“yeah… fuck it really is.” He thuds his head back against the wall. “Look I never meant to make you feel bad. I fucked it up.”

“Easier to look out than in, isn’t it?” She says with a little laugh. It was silly perhaps, especially in a moment like this, to be giddy that he had said he liked her.

“Oh believe me I find you fucking insufferable.” He says with a snorted laugh. “… but… I dunno. I like you. You’re fun. You don’t take any shit. I have no idea why you’re wasting your time trying to drag dickheads like me out of the dirt when you should be focusing on yourself.”

“I know that. Studying is what makes me good at exams and do you know what I don’t have time for when every other student wants a private tutor, and I have to try to keep up with a social life, to participate in school events and sports? To study for myself.” Oh, how she wished she could have been fully an elf, just meditating for a few hours and be okay. To be able to keep going for hours without the help of the stimulants. She goes and sits down on the bed next to him with a huff, looking at him curiously. Echoing his thoughts unknowingly. “Why do you even care anyway? I thought I was just some annoying, stuck up bitch.”

“Bullshit, that isn’t what makes you good at exams. That’s what’s burning yourself out. Fucking hell you’re supposed to be smart.” Why does he care? Aside from the fact he’s obsessed with her. “Come on, kick the drugs. Leave me at least one thing to not panic about.”

“No, I can’t throw them away. Exams are coming up.” She says as if this is obvious and he’s speaking of something horrible and not just worried about her well being.

He arches a brow. It’s almost comical. “I knew it. I knew you were burning yourself out you mad bitch, throw that shit in the bin. You’re better than that.”

“I’m not stealing it.” She sighs, like it made any huge difference if she was stealing drugs or buying them. reaching out to close the drawer, as if hiding them again was hiding away the shame of it. “I just…. Need a little help every now and then. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“All of that- the…” He points dumbly to the drawer again. || “… All of this that you are clearly stealing from work. What are you playing at?”||

She blinks, not connecting that he was talking about her stash now. Her brows knot together in confusion. “All of what shit?”

“I don’t really have uh… anyone else to ask.” He admits, rubbing the side of his nose with his thumb. “… fuck’s sake Mitch what’s all that shit about?” Yeah he can’t leave it. The drugs are frustrating him. Despite everything he should be worrying about, that’s all that’s at the front of his mind.

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“Yeah… yeah, I can do that.” She says quietly. It couldn’t be an easy thing for him to do to leave his horse behind. He obviously loved the creature.

“I um… I have a horse stabled here.” Fucking hell. “Would you look after him for me? Just… while I find somewhere to hide?”

Mitch stands before, looking at him steadily as he practically falls down onto her bed. “What kind of favor?”

He slumps back down onto her bed. He’s so *fucking tired*. Maybe he should lie down and let the murderers get it over with. “Hey will you do me a favour?”

She visually flinches at that. *Never should have gotten involved with you*. It really drove deep into those insecurities to have those words out there. She stayed sitting while he pushed himself up to stand. It’s not like they had any relationship at all, but it still hurt. After a moment she sighs, standing up with him. Reaching out a hand. “You’re not going to get very far with that concussion, let me heal you a bit.”

“Does it matter? I’m fucked. And I should never have gotten involved with you in the first place but hey, here we are.” He tries to pick himself up but he’s still concussed. He sways on his feet and presses a hand to his pounding head. “Look I’ll leave your stuff, okay? I’m sorry.”

Her eyes flick back up to him, he was actually telling her truth. Now at the end of it all. A deal with a devil? He must have been truly desperate to have to do such a thing. It made her wonder just what it was that was scarier than a devil. “Is there nothing else you can do? It isn’t this devil that’s sending the assassins after you is it?”

“Oh fucccking hell.” He whines. “Fine. I made a half baked deal with a devil a year ago and I crashed out on it, so now I’m fucked and there are assassins out to kill me.” He says, clapping his hands together before wiggling his fingers outwards in sarcastic jazz hands. “You wanna get messed up with a guy like that? No, didn’t think so.“

Gods she hated herself for the tears that threatened to prick at her eyes. She could feel the uncomfortable sensation behind her eyes. She chose to blame it on the days she had gone without sleep, yes that was definitely it. “Well if you’re going to be leaving either way what harm would it do to tell someone what’s going on?”

“Honestly you have enough going on, clearly. And it’s nothing personal, I promise, I just need enough cash to get as far away from Strixhaven as possible, you’ll never have to see me again.”

She nods, still not quite able to look at him fully. “Not worth me getting involved but worth taking my things. Got it.” Worthless.

“Mitch, you don’t want to know.” He runs a hand over his face. “It’s not worth you getting involved.”

She looks down at her hands resting her lap, her fingers toying with the edge of her sleeve. Unable to fully shake the feeling that settled in her stomach. That feeling that said she was only good for the short term, the material things. He said himself he only slept with her for a laugh, and she had made herself so readily available for it.You’re annoying and selfish, a judgmental little bitch that tries so hard to pretend to be a good person. They can all see who you really are Michelle. “Why are you so desperate for money?”

“…. Okay fine, fair cop.”

“I mean I feel like the cat burglar costume is pretty good proof. Besides the bag with my laptop and jewelry falling out of it?”

“No, I slept with you because you’re a laugh.” He says as if it’s obvious. Fuck his head hurts. “I’m only robbing you because your dad is loaded and I’m desperate and anyway you can’t prove anything.” He says. Sat there. With his bag full of her stuff.

“I’m sorry, how do you have the sheer amount of audacity to try to make me feel bad about you stealing my things? You wouldn’t even know about those if you weren’t digging through my drawers.” She huffs, a thought occurring to her that made her feel dirty and used. “Is that why you slept with me? Were you casing my room to see what you could get?”

“Spite.” He’s still lying. “Come on we know I’m shit but what the fuck is this?” His head pounds as he turns around too quickly to point at the drawer again.

She turns to look at her drawers, to see that he had in fact been in that particular drawer. “That is not more to the point.” She says shaking her head and focusing back on him. “The point is you broke in and were ransacking my room.”

“Because you annoy me and as such deserve to have less stuff.” He’s not even trying to sound convincing any more, sprawled as he is on the floor. “More to the point why have you got a drawer full of candy that isn’t yours?”

“I would recommend continuing lying down, at least for a little longer.” She sits up straight, satisfied that he at most just had a mild concussion. “Corvid,” She stays quiet for a beats before she talks again. Her voice low in the silence of the room. “why were you stealing things from my room?”

“I’m feeling like I should push you over and jump out of the window.” He’s not too concussed, his pupils are dilating well. He just feels like shit.

“Apparently a lot harder than I thought.” She says, sitting down fully on the floor next to him and crossing her legs. She looks him over steadily. “I guess I hit you in just the right spot.” “Are you feeling nauseous or dizzy at all? Any tinnitus?” She asks, watching his movements carefully.

He raises an uncoordinated hand to his nose, which was already broken but now felt worse. “How hard did you hit me?” His eyes water. He can’t quite see her through the blur of tears.

“I uh…. I knocked you out.” It’s a struggle to fight the urge to apologize, why should she be sorry for knocking out someone who was sneaking into her room. But she represses the urge nevertheless. “How are you feeling?”

It doesn’t take him long but fuck, he’s disoriented. His head is pounding and he feels sick. He makes an indiscriminate sound. One of pain and discomfort. “Thefuck happened?” He slurs.

Well. She hadn’t been expecting to knock the intruder out cold. It was almost as shocking as the fact there was an intruder at all. She turns to go back out the door, with plans on getting campus security to alert to the intruder but something pulls her up short. She wasn’t sure what exactly it was but she pauses and looks at the dark clad man that laid out on the floor. The bit of his face she could see through the mask and hat was very familiar. Carefully she puts her bag down and steps around the bed, watching his breathing carefully to make sure he was really knocked out before crouching down. She reaches out and pulls the mask down, her heart dropping as Corvids face is revealed. Holy shit. What the fuck was he doing? Judging by her ransacked drawers…. Stealing. Well, her heart that had dropped was suddenly gripped by something else. Hurt and disappointment. She sighs and helps to lay him down fully, he wasn’t showing any signs of a brain bleed at least. So she lays him out on his side, waiting for him to recover.

Everything happens in an instant. The door opens. He turns on his heel and barely has time to think before the big, heavy book smacks him between the eyes. He drops like a stone, knocked unconscious and crumpled against the side of the bed.

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Wicked ( Tav:Mitch )

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Pim { Tav: Olifyr }

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Steffi 🍄 [Tavs:Mushroom Mob]

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She had lost track of the time, it was much later than what she had intended on in coming back to her room after her clinic rounds. She had hoped she would be able to get a little bit of a nap in before she needed to start studying. Exams were fast approaching after all, she couldn’t afford to fall behind. She sighs softly as she unlocks her door, pushing open the door. She reaches over to turn on the light and is immediately brought up short by the dark figure standing in her room: Fear snakes coldly through her veins a moment as she processes what she is seeing. She couldn’t even get out a scream to alert anyone. The door was already shutting behind her so she did the next best thing besides running. Grabbing to closest object she could, a massive encyclopedia, she hurls it at the figure.

-# [caution - the following scene will contain prescription drugs abuse] Thank fuck he got the right window, taking a moment to look for any obvious company in the room before hauling up the glass and climbing in. The intruder is dressed all in black. His face is covered, a black beanie hat concealing his head and hair. He wouldn’t have long, even turbo nerds have to stop studying and go to sleep sometime. Mitch is a fair victim, even if it does make him feel sick with guilt. Her dad’s a surgeon he must make enough money to replace a load of stolen goods. He takes her laptop, cramming it into his bag quickly. Fuck what else… He goes through the drawers, reasoning that any jewellery with an emotional connection will be on her person. He grabs handfuls where he can. The next drawer up - expensive perfume. That will do. The next drawer up-… “Oh fuck.” ||He dips his hand in. Bags and bags of filled prescriptions for patients who don’t exist. Enough prescription drugs to floor an elephant.|| “Oh *fuck*…”

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He stands up on his hind legs and holds the bag out with his mouth so Mitch can take it. And then he’s back off down the hall and up the stairwell once more.

> Reply to: @Móraval (Val) (@Toffee (Rhiannon/Mathias)) > *Being the automaton he was with a direct access to the wizzernet (🥁), he was able to solve minor problems. Problems his creato... She’s laying in bed when the knock comes. Doing nothing more than begging her mind to shut the fuck up and let her get some sleep. She couldn’t remember the last time she had gotten any solid substantial amounts of it. She tosses off her blankets and goes to get the door, blinking at the empty space on the other side. “Hello?” She leans out to look up and down the hallway a moment before a flash of silver catches her eye below. She looks down at the little automaton in surprise and notices the little bag it carried. “Oh! This must be from Rhi and Archie.” She had almost forgotten they had been nice enough to offer her breakfast. She crouches down to take the little bag from the creature. “Thank you very much.”

Being the automaton he was with a direct access to the wizzernet (🥁), he was able to solve minor problems. Problems his creator didn't anticipate like that the clinic would be closed during shift change for a moment and that the night shift might have left already. No matter. He was able to access the student directory and locate the correct residence address for one Michelle Sunpiercer. "Mrrrppph?" he scratched at the door and then turned and knocked on it a few times with his back leg. @Wicked ( Tav:Mitch )

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Shit. “No wait you sh- aaarghh.” She’s gone before he can stop her, and the feeling that overwhelms him is awful. Any bliss that came before it was immediately overshadowed by guilt. Why did he feel guilty? She was as much to blame as he was, they both did it… Gods, she’s so in his head. He can still smell her hair. He can still feel her skin on his hands. He cleans himself up and the whole ordeal feels sheepish and stupid. He can hear people talking outside as they move in and out of the library. She drove him insane. She was so annoying, she could read him like a book and that frightened him. He presses his forehead against the wall. It’s cold and it feels slightly comforting under the bright, obnoxious neon lighting. She’ll be long gone by now… it’s safe to leave. He finishes fastening his pants and heads for the door.

A little whine escapes her as he pulls out, leaving her feeling bereft. And now with everything calming down, she leans a shoulder against the wall and looks back at him. It brought into a stark reality what they had done. She had followed him so willingly, before she had a chance to even register what was happening. They had been fighting, and then kissing, and now they were here. Oh gods. They were in a public restroom. In the library. They both could get in so much trouble if they had been found like this in here. “I um..” she clears her throat. Reaching to pull her underwear back up and shimmy her skirt down over her thighs again. “I should go. I have… practice to get to. I… gotta go.” She ducks her head and leaves.

He grunts as the euphoria buzzes and sparks under his skin. He lets his head fall to her shoulder. Her hair still smells nice. He wants to say something but what the fuck is he going to say? He can’t speak, he has no idea what words would make sense in this situation. He pulls out, drawing back from her to slump back against the wall behind him - the cubicle is not large. His eyes close and he swipes back his hair. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

She pants as their bodies still, desperately trying to draw in air. She felt hot and flustered and whole with him planted so deep inside of her. Gods, how does he keep doing this to her? Even in the rushed frenzy of this quickie her body still felt amazing in the after glow. The were in the gods damned bathroom it shouldn’t still be good.

He gets faster. Rougher. His fingertips pale against the wall as he feels her clench around him. It’s toxic, it’s healing. It’s everything at once. He follows her over the edge, his eyes rolling back as he comes, driving deep inside her. It’s so rushed. Feral. Unrestrained and hungry. The whole thing has dizzied him, all but blinded him. He is drunk on her and the feel of her. Too blind to see the brutal reality of what they had done. He never slept with the same person twice… not that this counted this was… Honestly this was like nothing he had ever felt before. His heart is pounding. His chest aches for something he doesn’t understand.

She presses her hand against her mouth as he pushes into her. Stifling the moan that escaped her against her palm. It was unfair of him to be this good, to feel this good when he fucking her into a bathroom wall. She had a pretty good view of it happening to, as she turned to press her cheek against it, the wall opposite was fitted with a low lying mirror. Giving her the ultimate view of the two of them. She groans in time with his thrusts, her eyes rolling back when he reaches around. Adding in the lightning bolt sensations to the stirring of her insides. There was only so much one girl could take. It didn’t take much more than the sound of his deep voice in her ear to see her careening over the edge of that cliff. Sending her back arching into him, spilling over his cock, as she convulsed with pleasure.

He wastes no time, reaching between them to align himself with her and pushing in. “Auuugh fuck…” This had to be quick and it would be. The whole thing, the yelling, the fire in her kiss, touching her skin, it drove him insane. She drives him insane. He doesn’t pause before moving, and his movements are deep and hard. He has to bite down on his lip to stop himself howling. He reaches around to tease her clit in time with every swift smack of their hips. His moans are suppressed into quiet grunts, directly into her ear. Her body is phenomenal. She feels incredible. “Fuck I want to make you cum again you feel so good when you cum.” His words pour out of his mouth, half mumbled against the skin of her cheek.

She turns as she is instructed, always following whatever he told her to do. Facing the wall she pulls up her skirt to hang around her waist and hooks her thumbs over the edge of her underwear to pull them down over her thighs. “Please…” She breathes as she presses back against him, feeling his head fall to her shoulders. His cock pressing between her thighs in how close they were. She reaches down to hold him against her folds. Letting him feel the warm and pressure as she moves her hips over him. A sly little smile falls on her face as her cheek presses against the cool wall in front of her. She did so enjoy teasing him.

“you know what? Bet.” Her hand on his cock instantly silences him though. It stings as he bites his lip, fucking shallow inter her grasp. “Quick… come on, turn around…” he presses a flat palm to the wall behind her head. As soon as he can he grabs a fistful of her ass, burying his head in her shoulder.

Her breathing had started to become hitched, little moans escaping her as his fingers toyed and played with her. But his comment made her mouth snap closed with an almost audible click. It was almost enough to remind her that they were in public. In a bathroom. That she should stop this here now before someone came in, or heard them. But her mind was still so clouded with lust and desire for him, she didn’t want to think about that. She didn’t want to think at all. “That means you’re gonna have to be quiet as well.” She chuckles, whispering into his ear. “I bet I can be quieter than you.” She tilts her head to snag her teeth around the shell of his ear. Her hands dropping to his waist to push his pants and boxers down over his hips, freeing his erection. She rips into the package, taking out the condom to roll over him. If her hands did perhaps a bit more stroking than what was really needed then what.

He presses his fingers into her, crooked to find the spot inside her that made her make that noise she made befo- Oh shit. “You’re gonna need to keep quiet.” He groans against her skin. If they were caught they’d be so screwed. “If you put that on me I’ll fuck you from behind, the way you like.” He gasps, mouthing her skin. “You felt so good… I wanna feel you again.”

She’s struggling to keep her mind on the task, all those heady hormones clouded everything around them. The only important thing right now was the two of them. Even the bright lights buzzing overhead wasn’t enough to break through that fog. Her hands run down over his chest to circle around his waist, her hands diving into both of his back pockets and giving his ass a squeeze through the denim. She slips the wallet out of his pocket, opening it to take out the condom before letting it fall to the floor. That was about all she was able to do before his mouth closed around her throat and any last coherent thoughts she may have had fly out the door completely. She gasps, her head falling to the side to give him all the room he needed to work at her skin. Her hips rolling into his hand as her leg rose to rest over his hip.

“Yeah…” he gasps, and suddenly his mind is full of possibility. Not that he can comprehend it over the surge of lust in his blood. He pushes his hand past her underwear to run his fingers over her slit and against her clit. She’s already wet, fuck that was hot. “Back pocket. Wallet.” He manages to gasp out while closing his mouth over her throat. He wants to leave bruises.

She gasps and moans against his lips as his fingers find their way to the front of her underwear. Sending delicious little shocks over her body whenever he roamed over her clit. “I can’t stop thinking about you either..” she breathes between frantic kisses. Her hands desperately pulling at him, getting him closer, diving for the button of his jeans.

He follows her almost thoughtlessly. It smells of bleach. The neon light overhead is far too bright to be anything other than obstructive. The little mirror over the low sink gives him an obscene view up her skirt. He backs her against the wall and his hand pushes up hotly between her legs to rub at her. “Gods you’re in my fucking head.” He pants, kissing her wildly, fractiously. Like he can’t be anything other than feral.

“Ouch.” She breaks away with a little laugh as the door hits the back of her heels. It should have brought into stark relief that that she was definitely about to get fucked by this man… in the bathroom of the library… in the disabled stall in the bathroom of the library. “Come on.” She moves in, out of the way, pushing open the bathroom door and pulling him in after her. She didn’t care where they were, the haze of anger had quickly been taken over by lust. https://discord.com/channels/1151902831310274651/1304732094194389063/1312411145415426080 @Scram ( durge: Dreuer )

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“See you later…” she calls softly after him as the door softly clicks shut… She opens her eyes again after a few moments, looking at the back of the wooden panels. There was something about the inflection in his voice that still sounded like it was a lie. He hadn’t seemed like he would be the type to get weird and awkward after a hookup. From what she had read in Twatter it seemed he did this often enough. So why was he being weird about it now? Was it something she had done? Perhaps he hadn’t actually enjoyed it as much as he had let on. Her mind spirals downwards a bit as she lay there in the dark overthinking it all. Until the pillow that still smelled of him just seemed to be mocking her for thinking only with her cunt and opening her legs up like a whore for only a few drinks and pretty eyes. She sighs in exasperation and throws off the blankets, might as well go ahead and get ready for the day. There wasn’t going to be any sleep now.

“Okay… thanks for last night by the way it was fun. I um… hope you had fun as well.” He’s still keeping his voice quiet. She looks comfortable, as though she may fall back to sleep. He doesn’t want to ruin that. “See you fifthday. I’ll message you.” He won’t. He exits quietly, and the door clicks shut behind him.

“Yeah, yeah.” She murmurs, still half asleep as she pulls the pillow to her. Still warm from where he had been lying, still smelled like him. He had a very nice aftershave. “Just lock the door after yourself.”

Oh that made him feel weirdly guilty. He should have left the night before. “Yeah I’ll see you then.” He pulls his clothes on and carries his shoes. Pointing at her. “You’re good right?”

“Hmm.” She murmurs, leaning up on her elbow to look over at him. “You don’t have to lie you know, it’s pretty standard practice to leave the morning after a hookup.” “See you on fifthday for your next tutoring session? The usual time?” She adds, carding her fingers through her hair to push it back from her face.

“Oh… shit, sorry I was trying not to wake you. I’ve got to get to the clinic.” It’s only a half lie but it is a lie. He has his clothes in his arms and his voice is a low whisper back at her.

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It was the sudden chill that woke her up. Slowly the state of her was brought to her awareness. She could feel the bruises that would be decorating the pale skin of her hips and thighs from he held onto her so tightly. How her core ached in the shape of him, like he was still planted firmly within. Her lips felt swollen and chapped where his beard rubbed against her from their kisses. And every muscle lax and languid. Not a bad way to wake up in her personal opinion. She opens her eyes, looking at the empty space a moment before the movement caught her eye. “I think your shoes ended up under the desk if that’s what you’re looking for.” She says, her voice pitched low in the stillness of the morning.

“Well get on your back then.” He grins wickedly. “I’m hungry.” There’s no rest to be had. Come the morning the daylight feels colder. The comfort of the bed is starting to itch. Corvid extracts himself carefully from Mitch’s embrace and pulls on his underwear, doing a little circuit of the room to collect his things as silently as possible.

“Well… I mean I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to another round.” She says turning to look up at him with a matching cheeky little grin.

Maybe he could find an excuse to sneak back in here. If he could figure out a way to do that, that would be awesome. “You should go clean up as well… unless you’re after another go.” He asks with a grin, running his hand over her hip.

Mitch pulls the duvet over the two of them as they both settled down into the mattress. Cozying in next to him. When was the last time she actually had someone sleeping with her? Probably when she used to sneak her high school boyfriend into her room. It was nice, he was warm and she found herself drawn into him. Curling up to his chest. “Thank you, I got a topper for it. The provided mattresses are so shit.” She says with a little laugh.

He sinks into the bed, cosying under the blankets. “Your room is nice. Love the mattress, actually.” He grins, shifting down alongside her.

“Come on.” She gives him a little smile before she levers herself up to the top of the bed, flicking back the duvet to invite him in.

“Yeah if you want.” People usually run out. Or ask him to leave. But Mitch’s room is nice, her skin is warm. His brain is full of delicious alcohol. This is a nice place to sleep. “Budge up.”

She looks up at him, meeting his eyes. Those beautiful clear green eyes, they were so close to being her favorite color, sage green. The question was one she hadn’t expected. But then again most of the last few hours wasn’t what she had been expecting. She had thought this would be a quickie and then he’d hurry out the door. But what she had gotten was a very thorough fucking and now he wasn’t immediately getting his clothes on and leaving? “Would you like to stay?” She asks, reaching to run her fingers over the back of his hand, just passing over a bit of fabric tied around his wrist. “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

“What do you wanna do now? You want me to stay?” He’s used to leaving, if he’s honest. High-tailing it down the halls back to his own sad little bedroom.

“No.” She shakes her head, unable to resist the little urge to lean her head towards his fingers that brushed back her hair. “No, I’m fine.”

“Yeah…” he laughs, reaching over to tame a stray strand of hair. “… yeah it was.” He grins. “Need anything?” His romantic entanglements are always brief but that doesn’t give him a free pass to be negligent.

She sits up as he comes back, lucid enough now to at least have some modicum of decorum to form complete sentences. She runs her hand through her hair to drag the mass of it away from her sweat soaked back and let the cool air hit her skin. “Good? No.” She shakes her head, grinning up at him. “I mean I don’t know about you but I thought that was pretty great actually.”

He cleans up, and tries to avoid looking at himself in the mirror. It’s always hard to face cold reality after the fact… especially when it’s *this good*. He splashes cold water onto his face before going back into the bedroom. “You feeling good? Was that good for you?” He asks, moving back to the bed to sit next to her.

She leans up to meet the kiss, watching him as he went off to disappear into the bathroom. A little breathy laugh escaping her at the silly running move he made on the way. She turns to lay out on her back, basking in the afterglow. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had been fucked so well and thoroughly. It was the last thing she had expected from the night but it had certainly been a great surprise.

She looks exquisite as she lays out before him. He makes a point to kiss her before picking himself up off the bed. “Okay… hold that thought.” He pulls his condom off as he executes a weird little run to the bathroom.

She couldn’t help the little moan as he pulled out of her, the movement on her swollen and aching folds sending little panting echoes over her a moment. She moves to lay down with a groan onto her side as their connection parts. Looking back up at him as she caught her breath. “It’s the door on the right.” She says, making a vague gesture over to it with her hand before resting her arm across her forehead.

“Yeah… fucking brilliant.” He laughs. How can he not laugh when that was so much fun? He puts his hands on her hips and kisses her shoulder-blades as he leans up, tucking a hand around his softening cock to pull out. “Where’s your bathroom, love?”

“I’m fantastic.” She says with a broad smile. She felt languid and like her bones were made up of jello. Mitch couldn’t remember the last time she had been fucked so thoroughly. “You alright?” She asks, looking back at him. Meeting those pretty green eyes of his.

it’s an uncomfortable twist to kiss her but it doesn’t matter. He’s too drunk on sex and whiskey to think straight - just the way he likes to be. “Fuck you’re good.” He gasps, running his hand down her thigh. “You okay?”

She doesn’t even feel like she’s present inside of her own body anymore by the time he collapses over her. She could still feel his cock planted firmly within her, each twitch felt like a jolt against her sensitive clit. She tries to steady her breathing, his words bringing a shiver of pleasure over the husk of her form. Her eyes watched his hand over her a moment, again struck by the contrast of their colors. She was too dumb to form any words at the moment, instead turning to look at him. Reaching back to trail her fingers through his hair and pull him to her for a kiss.

It’s exquisite. The way her walls clench. The way she cries out. The way she arches her back… He’s shagged, exhausted, done. He collapses breathlessly against her back, resting a broad hand over the top of hers and kissing her neck. “You’re so good.” He groans, twitching where he’s pressed still within.

She wasn’t quite as sure of that herself. Did she have one more left in her? She felt like he might of wrung out every last drop she had to offer. Her body felt hot, her cheeks flushed with the pleasure he had brought her, her lips felt swollen with kisses and she was sure she would be feeling the phantom sensation of his dick inside of her for awhile after he was gone. It was building up slowly deep within her, each thrust of his hips into her bringing her closer to that precipice again. Thats my girl… was all it took to send her careening over that edge again. She moans, almost a cry as she climaxes around him again, his movements behind her dragging it out as she clenched around him, pulling him in. Milking him for all he had to give.

he doesn’t let up. He is achingly close to losing it. His words trail away as he bites his lip, the pain a distraction that shocks him out of coming prematurely. “One more… you’ve got… one more… in you… fucking… hell… come… come loud… come for me… that’s my girl...” His words are slurred, his senses are dashed. There’s only so long he can hold it back and when she comes, he will too.

She cries out again as he does exactly as she had asked. Fucking her swift and hard. It shook her body with the force of it, her room was filled with the healthy sound of flesh smacking into flesh and her ragged moans. “*Ahh! Fuck-”She cries desperately, pushing herself up onto her hands, spreading her legs, getting that angle just right. Each slap of his hips against hers hitting that spot deep within, causing her eyes to roll back in her head. Even with his hands guiding her she rocked back to meet each of his thrusts. Gods, he was fucking good.

“Good…“ He lets his hands run over her back, down to her ass again. He rolls his hips into her as he kneads her buttocks. “You’re tight… gorgeous… perfect…” His hands drop, his fingers hook over the arches of her hip bones. His knees adjust to gain purchase… And he does as he’s told. He fucks her - hard, unyielding. The slap of her ass against his abdomen is loud. “Fuck- fuck! Mitch-… Gods… that’s it… take it… you take it… so fucking well… ohh~” His loose hair clings to the sweat on his brow as he pulls her back hard into every thrust.

She cries out at the smack against her backside, the slap of fingers stinging against her skin. “Oh *fuck*, yes.” She gasps, as she feels him press into her. She couldn’t help but lean back into him and take him fully, a dirty little moan releasing from her throat. “You feel so good filling me up.” She murmurs with a keening whine, “Please, I want you to fuck me… *please*.”

“Fuck yes you do.” Gods she was impossible. Between her legs she looks pink, wet and raw. “Tell me how you want it… you gonna beg for it?” He breathes, again with an incredulous laugh that this was evening happening. Her ass is fantastic. He palms both cheeks hungrily before giving it a smack. Like jelly. Fuck. He rolls the condom onto himself, unable to stop from stroking himself as he aligns with her waiting hole and pulls her back onto him by her hips.

“I don’t care, any way..” she breathes, watching him as he moved to retrieve the protection from his pants. Hmm, there was something very sexy about him ripping that open with his teeth. “Actually… behind. I want it from behind.” She says after a moment of consideration. It was her favorite position after all. And if he really did mean what he said about her ass… well… She rolls over onto her front, propping herself up onto her elbows and knees. Presenting him with her backside and arching her back to him like a cat in heat.

He’s way ahead of her. Sitting back on his heels he reaches down to his discarded pants on the floor. He rifles for his wallet and the condoms kept safely within. He tears it open with his teeth. “How do you want this? From behind? On top? You want me to bend you in half?”

She lost count of how many times he had brought her to climax, her limbs felt heavy, her cunt was sore and still ached for him. She wanted to feel him. But most of all, the best part, is that everything in her head was quiet. There was no thinking of deadlines. Or schedules. Or studying guides. Everything that would usually be bouncing around in her head was completely silent. “Corvid, please I…” she breathes heavily, unlocking her thighs from about his ears. She barely even recognized her own voice, whiney and desperate. “I need you to fuck me… please… I need…”

He’s not satisfied with one. He dives deeper against her, tongue swirling into and over her, fingers strumming at that sensitive spot deep inside. Fuck each spasm of pleasure that runs through her just makes him want to fuck her more. Preferably until her eyes roll back and her senses are torn to pieces. He keeps going until she is close to wrecked.

She couldn’t help the laugh at his answer. She really shouldn’t have expected anything less than that if she was being honest with herself. “Well I’ll just- *oh*” She moans again as his mouth closes around her, already so sensitive and throbbing, the sudden assault on her clot and insides went through her like lightning. Her breathing is quick to become ragged and desperate, he back arching with the sensations coursing through her. Moans and cries were torn from her vocal cords with each stroke of his tongue. Another orgasm is easily pulled from her after the last one, not given any chance for a come down, for her body to rest between. Her fingers tugged at his hair, her hips grinding up into his waiting mouth.

“Yeah. Me.” It’s smug and arrogant and silly, but he can’t help it. He starts slinking down the bed between her legs. “That lot in Elysium have nothing to do with it.” He places his hands beneath her ass, levering her hips upwards and immediately meeting her with his mouth, lapping and sucking at her clit as his fingers sink inside again.

She watches him as she comes back down, relaxing into the bed as she caught her breath. Her eyes following him, heavy lidded as he moved over her. She couldn’t help the little smile as he pressed his fingers, slick with climax, into his mouth and licked them clean. That was entirely too fucking hot. “You have a preferred God you’d like me to sing to?” She asks breathily, looking up at him with a grin.

There’s nothing better. Corvid laughs, pushing himself up on his hand, looking down at her. “You sound amazing.” He breathes. He brings his other hand to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean of her slick. He doesn’t break eye contact. “You taste even better, you gonna keep singing if I get you off with my mouth?”

Eveything he did sent her hurtling towards that edge. His touch, his words, his *teeth*. Her fingers clench in his dark hair, hips writhe against his hand as her climax tore its way through her. Heat spread in from deep within her stomach to every extremity. “Gods… C… Corvid… Ahhh..” she cries his name, intermingling with the keening moans that were torn from her chest. “Fucking hell…”

That’s it. That’s the sweet spot. Watching lovers contort in unspeakable pleasure is such an immense turn on. The more times he can get her to come, the better. He has no intention of leaving this room without leaving his mark. “You sound… fucking amazing.” His tongue flicks over her nipple again. “I can feel how desperate you are… I want you to come on my fingers. Go on… that’s my girl…” He bites lightly at her pale flesh, his lips a broad cheshire cat grin.

These only so much she can take before falling into the spiral of her own sensations. His fingers curl within her and it’s like a sting is pulled taught and being plucked within her body. Sending her vibrating with the movements of his fingers, playing her like a finely tuned instrument. Her head falls back to the mattress with a long and dirty moan escaping her, moisture flooding into his hand. Gods how long had it been since someone else had done that to her? It just hit so much different than DIY.

“I think you should make it worth my time.” His fingers fuck into her again, quirking forwards to find the node within her that would drive her wild. “That’s it, *good girl*… you’re so wet for me huh…” She’s amazing. The sounds she makes the way her body responds… it’s incredible.

Her breath is heavy as she writhes under his touch, desperate sounds escaping her. “I think you should… should put that mouth of yours to good use.” She murmurs, looking down at him.

he breathes out another laugh, dipping his fingers beyond her borders and drawing back up over her clit. “Go on, moan for me.” He grins against her skin. “Make those pretty sounds.”

She reaches up for him as he prowls over top of her, wrapping her arms around his shoulders again, her fingers diving into his hair as they kissed. She moans his fingers touch her where she is most sensitive. Her legs falling open expectantly and her back arching, pressing her breast up into his waiting mouth. “Oh gods, Corvid…” she breathes, her hips grinding up into his touch. “Please…”

He doesn’t waste any time in kicking off the remnants of his clothing and pulling away the last of hers. Seeing her wet makes his cock twitch impatiently. “You’re fucking gorgeous…” he breathes, prowling over her, his hair cascading alongside his face as he closes in to kiss her. “Pretty perfect actually-“ kiss “you’re breathtaking-“ kiss “And your ass is amazing…” He trails away to let his teeth play over her nipple again as his hand comes up between her legs. “Oh fuck you’re so wet… you feel so good.”

“Oh, you should’ve seen your face though. It was real cute.” She laughs softly, reaching behind her to pull herself up onto the bed. Luckily the room was small enough it didn’t take much to get to the other side of it. She runs her hands behind her neck a moment, letting her hair spread out behind her as she lies back against the duvet. Still in just the leggings she had worn out to the pub, a damp spot already forming between her legs.

“Mitch… Mitch- M- aaah fuck you.” He laughs breathlessly as she denies him his release. And then she fucking grins at him. “Oh that is it, your knickers are coming off. Get on the bed.” He laughs. “You fucking tease.”

She could tell how close he was. Taste it on him, see how his face contorted, feel it in how his fingers pulled at her hair enough to sting. Sending a shiver of excitement down her spine to settle deep within her stomach. Just before he could meet any sort of release however, she suddenly sits back. Letting go of him and sitting back on her heels to look up at him with a cheeky little grin tilting her lips.

“Fuck, Mitch…” She’s good. She feels incredible. “Watch that mouth of yours.” He pulls her hair again. Looking down at her makes him breathless, her blue eyes glinting back up at him. “If you want me to -ff… - fuck you, book girl, you’re gonna have to slow -*oh gods*-… slow down…”

The corner of mouth quirks up at his words, it was quite a bit full to do much else though. She works him over with her hands and mouth, pulling him in and sucking. Her tongue dancing along the length of him. The bobbing of her head spurned on by the fingers that twisted in her hair, a little moan escaping her throat, vibrating around him. All the while she kept her eyes on him, watching his face carefully as she worked him over.

Oh shit oh shit… He didn’t want to admit how rare an occurrence this was for him. “Fucking hell I knew you could run your mouth but this is taking it to a new l- *ffffuck…*” He twists his hand into her hair. “Gods you’ve a wicked tongue…”

“Not if I ruin you first, Corvid.” She grins cheekily, letting her nails drag over the skin of his scalp. His breath felt warm against her skin as she kiss him again. She doesn’t linger though, trailing away from him trail down his body. His dark skin was such a stark contrast to her own in the dim lighting of her room. She looked like a ghost in comparison to his warmth. She shifts onto her knees in front of him, reaching for his hardened dick. She kept her eyes casted up to his, her tongue sneaking out from behind her lips to stroke up the length of him before taking him into her mouth.

His grunt is muffled against her lips as he pushes his jeans down to his ankles. “Damn, if you pull my hair like that I’m gonna ruin you, book girl.” He laughs breathlessly. Every movement between them is frantic and fiery. It feels good through the subtle buzz of whiskey and the giddy delight of spending time with someone who could meet him toe to toe.

She gasps as his hands run over her body. Everywhere he touched seemed to ignite a fire under her skin. Drawing her into his touch, her hips pressing forward into his and feeling how hard he was through the fabric of her jeans. Gods the way he touched her.. she could almost believe she actually was desirable. She finds his mouth with her own again, a desperate moan escaping as she kissed him and tangled her fingers into his hair.

“Your tits are amazing. Don’t need more than a handful anyway.” As he speaks he runs a hand up over her stomach to cup her breast. Her form is unbelievably attractive to him. His other hand greedily dives into the waistband of her pants for a fistful of her ass. “*fuck*…”

“No, that’s just the advantage of having small tits and wearing large sweaters.” She responds with a little chuckle, she hangs onto his shoulder a moment as she reaches down to unzip her boots.

No bra? Incredible news. Top story of the day. “You always go braless when you beat a guy at pool?” He laughs against her mouth, wrestling with his own belt. “Or do I get special privilege?”

She couldn’t help but to laugh with him, reaching for the edge of her shirt and pulling it up over her head. Leaving her bare as they pressed back together, her lips finding his once again. It was nice kissing him, his lips were soft under the scratch of his beard.

He can’t help but laugh as his hair falls loose around his shoulders. He backs up momentarily to yank his t shirt off from over his head and throw it on the floor. “Take your top off.” He laughs, closing in again to paw at her shirt.

She leans up to meet the kiss, pressing up onto her toes and wrapping her arms up around his shoulders. The front of her pressed along the solid lines of his body. Her breath hitches feeling his fingers along the soft skin of her back. She couldn’t help but to deepen the kiss in response, tongue exploring eagerly. Her own fingers find their way into his hair, grabbing a hold of the tie that held that cunty little ponytail and pulling it out. Letting the long feathers of his hair fall free around his shoulders.

“Okay good.” Her approval is all he needs before stepping forwards, quickly closing the gap between them and kissing her with a ferocity that takes even himself by surprise. His fingers dive into her hair, his other hand on her waist grazing the skin beneath the hem of her vest.

Mitch watches him as he enters her room, a dark figure that cut across her rather light decor. He was such a handsome man, it almost made this seem unreal coupled with the bit of drink she had in her system. Her fingers rise to undo the fastenings of her cardigan she had thrown on for decency earlier. Leaving her torso in just a form fitting dark grey camisole. “Yeah, that’s alright.” She says with a soft smile, tossing the sweater to the floor.

It’s a nice level of drunk. Not too drunk to lose control but drunk enough to make decisions that will bite you on the ass later. Unless it’s Mitch biting him on the ass. That wouldn’t be so bad. “Are you alright if I kiss you?” He never assumes when it comes to hook ups. Some folks just do not want to be kissed. Corvid always figured that ruined the mood but who was he to argue. He shuts the door behind him and slides the bolt across.

She leads the way back to her room, digging in her pocket a moment to drag out the keys to let them in. Didn’t seem like all that long ago that they had left here, her textbooks still laid open on the desk where they had been studying. This has turned out far different than anything she could have put into her very structured planner. She turns to face him, looking up from her shorter height. Holding the door open for him. “Come on.”

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“Oh, alright alright alright let’s see if you’re right.” This is much more fun than studying. They’re off. They’re out, they’re gone.

“Oh don’t worry, Ponytail Dude, my game actually backs up my talk.” She smirks.

“Oooh tough talk from a booknerd, you’re on.” Oh that was too easy.

It was probably dumb. In fact it was definitely dumb to go, she knew she had so much of her own studying to get done. She should say no and stay in, get some revision time in for her own classes, finish her homework. But to escape that for a bit and just have fun was very enticing. “There’s a pub just up the road. Bet I can beat you in a game of pool.”

“… Wanna go get drunk and make some poor decisions?”

“Hmh, I could really go for some M&M’s right now though.” She says thoughtfully. “And it has been entirely too long since I’ve punched a guy.”

“I don’t know… leg it off campus, shoplift a bag of M&Ms, write on the wall of an underpass, punch a guy, anything.”

“Something insane?” She asks, raising a brow. “Like what?”

“Okay but do you have time to go for a piss because it doesn’t sound like it.” He frowns, running his hand over his face. “You should do something insane.”

“A very structured calendar. I don’t have time for burn out.” She says, making an effort to not look at her nightstand drawer where her little medicine bag was tucked away safely.

“How do you not burn yourself out?” He can’t imagine working that hard without crashing and burning.

“Well I do get credit hours for it.” She says, finishing up a little drawing of Alberto dancing through a bloodstream with a growth hormone. “And, I dunno, I just also really like helping other people succeed in their education. Learning is… one thing that I’m good at.” She says with a shrug, looking over at him. Obviously she didn’t think she was good at, or good for, much else. “It’s satisfying to hear I’ve helped in some way, you know.”

“Alberto’s gonna need to start charging for his time.” He laughs. They study a while longer. “… why do you do these study sessions? I mean… you have your own classes to revise for is that not enough?”

“Fair, it’s a bit of a complex system.” She laughs, scooting herself to the edge of the bed so she could lean over to the desk and get a bit of paper and a pen. “And I’m sure Alberto will be happy to help out.”

“Endocrinology just… fucking baffles me.” He confesses. He explains his issues, the knock on effect that comes from almost any slight alteration in any hormone. It’s a complex web and it messes with his head but Michelle was pretty good at getting him to understand these principles. “… I dunno maybe you and Alberto can nail this with me.”

“It is important. That’s the base concept of a lot of things you’ll learn, especially for things involving… well any multicellular organism really.” She says and listens to him talk. He had a nice voice as well, very calming and easy to listen to. He clearly was taking in some of the lessons and understood them, she had to wonder where the difficulties lie. “Okay you have a good understanding of the those. What about endocrine signaling?”

“So it was actually super helpful when you took me through ligand gated ion channels because apparently that’s important.” He goes through al he knows about nicotinic and muscarinic receptors but his knowledge of the important stuff is clearly lacking. The guy needs to learn his hormones.

“Well I’ve got no reason to think otherwise.” She hadn’t had any bad interactions with him at any rate. Other than him trying to get a leg over on the first meeting but he was at least nice about it. And he was quite pretty when he smiled like that.. She follows his gaze down to the books, right he hadn’t just come here for a chat. “Anyway, can you tell me what do you know about cell signaling?”

He grins back at her. “Yeah you wouldn’t would you?” He shakes his head as he looks back at his books. He has a feeling the half elf can read him like a book.

“I wasn’t.” She says with a little laugh, the smile bringing out the dimple in her cheek.

“Yeah… though I didn’t go starting anything if that’s what you think.” He steals a pen from her desk to point at her defensively.

“Oh, is that where that came from?“ she nods towards his cheek.

“yeah… I mean you dodged a bullet to be honest it got violent.”

Her shoulders drop a bit. That sounded fun. “There was a karaoke thing?”

“Actually cell signalling might be a better shout, I tanked the assessment… hey how come you weren’t at the karaoke thing?”

“Really?” She says with a bright smile, heading over to clear the desk a bit for him. It was good to hear that he had done better in his class, that she had maybe done something to help with that. “Well good, I’m glad it helped. Let’s continue with that shall we? Still want to do the pharma stuff?” She asks, pulling herself up to sit cross legged on the edge of the bed.

“Alright… I was working on my pharmacology by the way, I did better in my last assignment so… I guess I have you to thank for that.” He takes the seat, scratching at his undercut. His face hurts.

“No, but it’s the only chair I have. Take it.” She says closing the door behind him.

“Oh, I didn’t bring anything that warrants a desk.” He shrugs. “I can sit on the floor or whatever.” Her room, though cluttered, is much less of a state than his own. “s’nice in here. Nice big window.”

“Oh. Uh…” she looks around her space. Gods it was so messy in here, at least to her it seemed messy. “Okay, sorry I don’t have much in the way of seating. You can use the desk. Come on in.” She says, waving him through as she steps to the side.

“huh? Oh… not you. Unless…” he squints. “… no not you.” He pockets his phone. “I figured I’d come to you. I’m allergic to the library, it gives me hives.” He doesn’t want to stray too far from the safety of the dorms, for multiple reasons.

She frowns at the door a moment before she sets her notebook to the side and gets up. Grabbing up a cardigan to put over her cami as she goes go the door. “Well hello to you too, friend.” She says as she answers, catching just the end of

“Oh go fuck yourself…” he whines at his phone.

1️⃣ unread message from: R💩 You have been drawing too much attention to yourself. I will see you at midnight.

It’s early afternoon. He still feels like shit. The bruise on his cheekbone is an inky colour but, thanks to Nimue, it’s healed underneath. He leans against the wall and knocks on the bedroom door, checking his phone momentarily.

Message to Corv Aye, aye Cap’n. 🫡

1️⃣ unread message From: Corv Can’t - working. Get pissed on my behalf 👍🏾

Message to Corv There’s a mixer tonight at the cafe, are you going to be going?

1️⃣ unread message From: Corv Can we make it 6, I got clinics til 5.

Message to Corv Fair. Study room tomorrow evening? About 4 sound alright?

1️⃣ unread message From: Corv One where I don’t fail my year 3 OSCE ideally 😬

Message to Corv Well, Alberto’s dad, that would depend on what kind of time you’re looking for.

She takes out her phone and frowns at the unknown number a moment before opening the message, giving a small laugh before answering.

1️⃣ unread message From: unknown number Hey book girl it’s Alberto’s dad. When are you next free?

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“You to!” She gives him a little wave that he probably doesn’t see, before closing the door behind him. She breathes a little sigh of relief as he leaves. At least he hadn’t noticed the brace on her left wrist, hidden underneath the sleeve of her shirt. She looks at the coins she was left with, taking out the five she had managed to wiggle off of the price of the laptop. A pang of guilt making her stomach twist… finders fee… right?

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“Hmmm yes. I know.” He manages a small smile. “Look after yourself, Michelle.” He turns and walks away his tail swishing in his wake as he pockets his phone, and goes off to terrorise someone else.

She laughs softly. “I know, her and da are just worrywarts though. You know how they get. Even though I’ve been in college three years.” “But I’ll be sure to let you know if I need anything or if there’s any trouble.” She nods, tucking her arms behind her back.

“You will let me know if you need anything yes? I won’t hear the end of it from your mother otherwise.” He mumbles.

DM to @Ladytickler69 I’m in 120. First floor.

“Yeah, they’re going fine. Trying to balance my own work and the tutoring can be a bit much sometimes, but I’m managing.” She says giving him a little reassuring smile after she finishes typing out her message.

“Good…. Yes. Good.” He oscillates in the doorway for a moment. “Do… you need anything? Classes going okay yes?”

“Yes, I remember where it is.” She says with a nod.

He ignores the Ew. “I love you. Goodbye.” And he’s hung up. “… I appreciate that. Thank you Michelle. You know where my office is, in the biblioplex yes?”

“Ew.” She grimaces. Old man flirting. How disturbing. She knew they were married but she would much rather think of them as asexual beings, especially in the sanctuary of her room. “Alright, anyway… I’ll bring it to you after we meet up then.” She says holding out a hand for the exchange money.

DM to @GingerBish What’s your dorm no? I’ll run it down after my lectures.

“I’ll give you time to breathe when I get h-“ Is it an insult? Is he flirting? Who even knows. Mitch distracts him either way. “… yes please.”

“Alright, he says it’s yours.” She says looking up from her phone. “Do you want me to bring by your office later?” She asks straightening up from where she leaned against her desk.

DM to @ladytickler69 Deal. Where do I meet you?

“Yes, it is cannelloni week. I’ll be sure to give the wine time to breathe before you get home.”

“… Are you doing that beef cheek cannelloni this week? Can we have that? I have a cheeky Grenache picked out that will pair perfectly.” Mmm. Food and wine. His tail swishes as he gets entirely distracted.

DM to @GingerBish Damn you strike a hard bargain. Alberto is sad. Alright 70 but no less.

DM to @ladytickler69 Would you take 70 gold?

“Yes, Amore, I’ll see you at five. What would like for dinner?”

He grimaces. “Oh no thank you. I will give her the money.” He frowns. “I will see you at five then yes?” He gives Mitch a nod to go ahead and make the purchase.

There is a long pause, the man on the end is definitely pinching the bridge of his nose to summon calm. “Yes… it will work the same. If you want it, give her the money, if not then stop by a pawn shop on your way home.”

“I don’t know if it will work the same will it work the same?”

“Yes. Why did he even ask which one if he already sold it?” There’s the brown noise of Italian epitaphs on the line. Before he sighs. “Do you want that one?”

“Anthony did you hear that?”

“He says he sold the black one, but he has a MacBook as well that he’s selling for 75 gold if you want it.” She says looking up from her phone to Dreuer.

DM to @GingerBish For you babe, 75 gold.

DM to @ladytickler69 How much?

DM to @GingerBish sold it, sorry. Got a macbook if you want one?

DM to @ladytickler69 Anyway, the black laptop?

He looks up from his phone. “michelle it was a black one.”

“I mean you used it, how do you not know which laptop it is?”

“I asked Michelle, she asked the Lady Tickler, he says which laptop- what do you mean it’s mine?” He is still, apparently, unaware that he was robbed.

“What?” Comes Tony’s voice at the other end of the phone. “What do you mean ‘which laptop’ it’s your laptop.”

DM to @ladytickler69 Shut up, at least mine makes sense. I do books, not creative handles. What even is a ladytickler anyway?

Irritated, he forages in his pocket for his phone. He holds it at arms length while finding his emergency contact. Again he doesn’t say hello when it’s answered. “Which laptop?” Is all he asks to his undoubtedly confused spouse on the other end.

“That is more than less than unhelpful, sir.”

“… the one that opens like a book and annoys me with its beeps.”

She rolls her eyes before looking back at Dreuer. “He wants to know which one.”

Dreuer looks annoyed.

DM to @GingerBish nice handle book girl. Which laptop?

DM to @ladytickler69 Hey, I heard you were selling a laptop. Any chance it’s still available?

She nods, tippy tapping on her phone a moment.

his tail swish-swishes. The idea of doing less work definitely placates him. “Yes please.”

“Well I don’t know where he lives.” She sighs, continuing her scrolling a moment. “If you want I could message him about the laptop and go get it for you?”

“… that’s the image of a moron, this does not help me.”

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“Ahh of course it was the tea.” She nods, scrolling for a moment. “Hmm, he doesn’t use his real name..” she frowns, scrolling back more before snorting out a laugh. “Oh, it’s this guy. He’s one of my tutoring students.” She flips the phone to show a posted picture on the Twatter page.

“coffee? No. I haven’t ever spilled coffee on my laptop.” He scowls indignantly. “It was tea… this one wandered off. This person was selling another one the same, Anthony asked me to get it so he does not have to buy me a new one.”

She takes the paper and looks at it with a grimace. “What the hells is a ladytickler…. Actually you know what I don’t think I want to know. It looks like a Twatter handle…” She shakes her head, turning back into her room to pick up her phone and open the app. She scrolled through it sometimes but had never really used it. “So what happened to your laptop? Did you spill coffee over it again?”

He doesn’t say hello. Why would he. “Do you know who this is?” He asks, and he hands over a post-it note bearing the name ladytickler69 “… Anthony is making me buy my own laptop.” As if this is the greatest possible hardship in all the world.

She taps the eraser of her pencil against the desk in quick staccato as she reads over a passage in her textbooks. Music blaring from the little speakers overhead while she pours over her work. She just about hears the knock at the door over the music. She looks over at it with a frown for a moment. She hadn’t been expecting anyone, not she remembered anyway, surely she would have marked it on her calendar if she had. She drops her pencil into her textbook and reaches up to turn off the music before going over to the door in her slipper socked feet. Pulling it open to be met with… “Dru- uh.. Professor Wildfel? What are you doing here?” She asks curiously, tilting her head.

The student dormitories are, frankly, awful. He hates it up here, in the land of vomit scented poor decisions. But, he finds the door he needs, knocks, and waits patiently, with a sad little post it note in his hand.

Text Message from Mitch: Of course, I would be happy to offer her my services. I’ll reach out to her posthaste! And please do let me know if it seems to be helping them in class. -Mitch

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Text from: Professor Agaricus Mitch, I’m texting you to ask a favor of you. You still tutor, don’t you? I have an older first year student in my intro bio class named Mim. She’s struggling quite a bit, and I think my status as a professor is too intimidating for her to approach me for help. I have offered my help several times, and I have yet to see her. Would you mind reaching out to her to offer your services? I think she may feel more comfortable with a peer, rather than me. You were always such a brilliant student, and I trust you will be able to help. I just don’t like to see great minds fail because they never got the chance to learn how to… well, learn. Does that make sense? Here’s her contact info… ########## Thank you in advance. -Agaricus

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The room is light and airy, a bed covered in a comfortably thick duvet. The resident seems to have moved in a large of bookcase and filled it with all sorts of books and personal decorations, most of the books on those shelves seem to be for more personal reading rather than studies. Tucked into the corner is a desk where the textbooks live rather haphazardly around an ancient laptop. Notes stuck in wherever they could be managed, it appears someone may have signed up for a few to many classes…