#hange

That was impossible, you knew professor Zoë liked women, that was indubitable. Were you not attractive enough ? Just brushing past this option crushed you. You considered yourself to have a pretty nice face and overall, a nice body. But you never thought about that option ; Zoë was simply a normal professor that taught their students and didn't try to bring even one in their bed.

No. Not possible, you knew it. It was because of that smug smirk they gave you first class, the way their eyes lingered on you a second above a normal eye contact. You were not crazy, and even if your friends told you so, you were not about to give up on the time of your life.

So this time, you did everything you could. You stalked their social media in hope of seeing anything interesting, a favourite show, celebrity, book. And that's why you actually wore a pin that portrayed a niche scientist you gave no fuck about, but Zoë did so you did too. You purposefully set it next to your cleavage, and it almost grossed yourself out how obvious it was, but you still went with it. At this point, if you could walk naked in front of them without risking prison you would have. The smallest skirt on your wardrobe was part of your outfit that you had to pull down every five minutes to not flash the whole world. And some thights, really, really thin ones.

And that was looking like that, you approached them as usual at the end of the class when the last remaining classmates left, it was late, and the campus was about to close soon but that wasn't one of your problems.

"Excuse me professor Zoë ?" You had this high pitched voice you used every time you talked to your hierarchy superiors just like the teacher's pet you were.

Their head got up from their papers, a wide smile took them, as the light reflected on their seemingly old glasses.

"Y/N ! Tell me, was the lesson clear enough ? I know last time it wasn't so good..." Yeah you did remember, completely lying over not understanding anything. You discovered another thing you liked about them. Their incredible determination to not let a student down. And being the pervert you are, it just made you soak your panties.

"Yeah um, I think it's okay. For now. Actually, I wanted to ask about the next exam." They nodded inquiring you to continue. You leaned in on their desk, forcing their attention on your breasts almost spilling out of your t-shirt's v-neck. "Will it be the same type we got the first time ? The form of the first one pretty much troubled me..." You acted.

The only thing you were focused about was their eyes, did they look where you wanted to ? Did they just not care ? Then you saw it, that little flick down before going back to your face. Your pussy twitched just from this. If nothing happened, you at least knew for sure that you would masturbate until exhaustion when arriving home.

"Well, it will stay the same, but I didn't see any issue when grading yours ? You probably were one of the best graded students."

A smile took you, The pleasure you were getting from their compliments, even the smallest like this was probably not okay. But again, you didn't care.

"Oh I see..." You smiled. You waited for their reaction, your pin was right there, in front of them, and it was only a matter of seconds before they'd bring it up. And they did, just like you predicted.

"By the way, I like your pin, Paul Watzlawick, huh ? You like his work too ?"

"Yeah, I heard about him watching a documentary and I can't believe he's done so much and no one talks about him."

"He did leave lots of incredible work behind." They nodded, it looked like that conversation was already behind them.

"Now, tell me Y/N..." They suspended their sentence just the need to get up and get to your level, your name sounding so intense in their mouth. You felt intimidated by their face getting so close to yours, a playful expression made you think that you were about to regret what you were doing. But that only made you more excited.

"...Are you having fun with your little game ?"

"What-"

"Oh don't play dumb with me."

But you had to. The way they looked at you was unclear, was it implying that you were fucked or that you were about to get fucked ?

"Listen, I see what you are trying to do, from the moment you started playing little dress up." They tugged on your shirt making it bounce right back up exposing your skin for a millisecond but it was enough for you to stop breathing. You still were confused about their intentions, but God they were hot.

"The way you intentionally make your stuff fall, picking it up with your ass up right in front of my desk, trying to show me your new panties. Are you not ashamed ? Trying to seduce your teacher like that."

They stepped back, and you took this opportunity to finally breathe again, but that was not until  Zoë bypassed the desk. That's when they aggressively took you by the waist like you were a simple rag and turned you around. A hiccup took you when your butt violently crashed against the edge of the wood object. Your eyes met, and saw them observe your face and all its corners like they were analyzing it for some research. A heart beat resonated in you, though it wasn't your heart.

"I just wanted you to notice me, professor Zoë." You whispered like a frightened kitten, you had to look up to them and it really didn't make it better. At this point you had your hands on their chest, because if you didn't you were about to throw yourself at them, and not sure they would allow that. Yet.

"I'm sorry, but you thought exposing your body to me would get me to notice you ? Don't we call people like you, sluts ?"

You exhaled deeply trying to calm your body down, you were heating, and your pussy started throbbing. There was something wrong with you, for sure. The way that word sounded in their mouth, that was like a sweet cocktail, that you were chugging down.

"It depends..." You actually hesitated to say the following sentence but their faint smile full of ulterior motives got to you. "Do you like sluts, professor Zoë ? If the answer is yes, then I am." You sounded so self satisfied at the last words, using your most enticing tone.

They creased up lifting their head up like you told them the funniest joke they ever heard. You felt your face heating up from embarrassment. You, you were not joking.

Finally coming back from their disrespectful laughter, they gave you an amused gaze.

"Well. I guess, that I am here, so yeah. I do like sluts. Like you." Their body approached more and more squeezing you. One of their legs directly fixed between yours.

"Who would have thought ? A student like you ; Excellent grades, always present, taking notes carefully on your little notebook." They huffed inside "In reality, you're just a little slut for your professor." Something pressed against your clothed cunt.

"Hm ? Say it." They planted their fingers on your chin lifting your head, entering the skin of your cheeks. It hurt so good.

"I'm your slut." You had no shame saying it clearly, letting it resonate a little in that empty classroom. Because that's what you were. You were a slut for professor Zoë.

"Good girl." Zoë smashed their lips on yours hungrily. Their hand still on your jaw, they purposefully spread to access your mouth with their tongue. At this point, you had nothing to do, as Hange just harassed your tongue hitting it with theirs, then sucking it. All you had to do was keep your mouth open. And you did. At the same time down there, it did not hang around, their thighs rubbed more and more frenetically against your core, clit stimulated and pussy almost completely wet you were about to come on the spot. You moaned, or at least you tried as Zoë was still busy inside your cavity. All you could do was grip their beige shirt as hard as you could almost getting their skin.

"Hey, you'll damage it." With their remaining hand they took both your hands locking them squeezed on your lower abdomen. "You wouldn't want to rip your teacher's shirt because your little cunt can't take a bit of stimulation right ? Only bad girls do that."

You actively shook your head, like a kid that lost its vocabulary. You were not risking losing the bliss you were having right now from getting absolutely abused by professor Zoë.

"Right. Now, let's see what we got down there" in one lift they sat you down on the desk, and spread you open making your skirt ride completely up until your waist. You were dreaming, because everything that was happening felt like coming straight out of your fantasies, where Zoë fucked you straight on a desk in an empty classroom where the door could slide open at any moment, someone could arrive at any time. A new and more intense kind of throbbing took you. Professor Zoë's hand slides once on your pussy, and you bit your lips containing a loud whine inside. Then they pressed against your clit, you bucked against their fingers, your orgasm was close, oh so close...

"Professor Zoë..." You whined.

They didn't even deign to answer you, you just heard something rip. You looked down only to see your tights completely ripped out where your panties were sitting completely soaked from your pussy.

"Oops. I just couldn't take them off, you forgive me, princess ?"

The irony.

"I don't care about those. Please, I need your fingers, I beg you..." You couldn't even do it yourself as they kept your hands very much locked. You still tried to wiggle your hips on a circle trying to get off some stimulation against the wood under you.

"Such a whore. So needy for my fingers." They kissed the crook of your jaw and then bit it.

"Yes I'm a fucking whore..."

"Bet the only thing you have on your mind during lessons, is my fingers inside you fucking you hard until you come on them. Am I right ? When you look at me with your hungry eyes... I see it." You hummed in agreement. Their hand were now circling on your swollen bud covered by your white lace panties. You couldn't even open your eyes, focused on pleasing yourself against their fingers.

"Fuck, I'm about to- !" They rapidly stopped but it was too late. You came right on the spot bucking your hips at nothing but the air. You almost gave yourself a cramp from how much you tightened your abdomen. One long cry came out of you, loud and exhausted.

"Who the fucked said you could come ? Fucking slut can't even control herself." They pushed you hard on the desk, as you were still gaining back consciousness, you mumbled some excuses, the LED lights on the ceiling blinding you.

Then another ripping sound got to your ears. This time you panicked, as you felt your panties getting absolutely obliterated against your skin, you got back up, but there was not even a second before your professor laid you down again harder than the first time.

"You're a bad girl. And bad girls don't deserve to have panties." Now with your sensitive pussy exposed to the fresh air, you twitched, at Zoë's words, they could do anything to you and you'd still get wet, again and again...

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come without your permission, I'm a stupid slut..."

They shut you up with two fingers entering you whole, your pink walls clenching around them.

"Fuccckkk... Yes...! "

A stroke came fast, then another one, soon enough your teacher was pounding your poor little pussy, their thumb clashing against your clit every time they went inside. It was hard, intense. Finally they let go of your imprisoned hands.

"Take your top off, and quickly." And you executed yourself with one swift movement. You were now only in a lingerie bra that matched your destroyed panties. "Show me your tits, I shouldn't tell you this." They said sternly, and your heart beat seeing their annoyed glance. You spilled out your breasts from your bra, and they bounced at the same pace you were fucked, your nipples rock hard because of the cold air lashing them.

They scissored you from the inside stretching your wet walls, again, at each pound.

"Maybe you actually like being stupid, huh ? Losing your senses from getting pounded too hard ? If that means I can do whatever with you, rest assured, I'll keep fucking you stupid everyday."

"Oh my gosh... Yes, that's what I always asked for !" You cried out punctuating it with an extended grunt.

You were involuntarily wiggling your whole body completely overstimulated from the first orgasm. And as if fucking your pussy hard wasn't enough, they coated your nipple with their mouth sucking on it and biting like they expected milk to come out. You hand flew to the back of their head gripping those brown hair. With their eyes looking up to you as their glasses were slowly slipping down.

"Ugh, I don't like this." Zoë said getting back up. That took a confused look out of you. And they stopped, took their fingers out of you making one last lewd sound in the room, your pussy squeezed on nothing and you felt that emptiness that made you whine. They just stopped like nothing, like you were nothing.

"W-why..." You almost wanted to cry. But your professor ? They didn't even seem to care. Rearranging their clothes, like they weren't fucking you stupid a few seconds ago.

"Can't you hear ? I don't like this, I'm bored." You stood up, your legs still open to the world, they actually sounded fed up as they loudly sighed getting their stuff together and stuffing it in their shoulder bag. But you couldn't understand that sudden change of mood. "I don't do what I don't like, simple." Lastly, they took their coat and basically threw it on you. "Cover yourself, you're not coming with me half naked."

Nothing was making sense to you, because a minute before you were absolutely crying for relief on their fingers. However you obeyed not even asking what they were implying. Looking for your shirt that actually disappeared, when Zoë interrupted you with the object of your research in their fist.

"Looking for this ? I'm keeping it. Trust me, you won't need it." They approached you, one poor rub on your glistening pussy, that made you close your eyes in remembrance of what they did to you. "We're going to my house pretty girl."

Their hazel eyes looked down to you and their earlier fingers were right in front of you.

"But before, I need to check something. Open your mouth." You didn't even try to understand, your mouth acted quicker than your conscience, opening it wide. Their digits penetrated that entrance you made, laying flat on your tongue. "Now suck. Suck it clean for me, like the bad slut you are." A moan tried to get out of your filled mouth just hearing the way they insulted you.

And you hastened yourself closing your lips around their fingers, sucking it up and down, tongue coiling around the two foreign bodies. At one point you were letting drool submerge them and just after, you were swallowing everything back in, having to taste yourself on them. You kept your eyes well opened looking up to professor Zoë while you had their fingers in your mouth, and maybe for the first time since they kissed you, that got you a grunt out of them, their furrowed eyebrows from their focused expression. You felt them going to the back of your throat making you gag but you kept going, absolutely loving getting used like a ragdoll. You were tearing up but that wasn't your main issue. Your main issue was your neglected cunt. You had to relieve yourself, so you did what every person would do in this situation. You started rubbing your clit fast and messy. You knew what would happen if they saw you. And they did, so you didn't even have to imagine.

"Stupid pervert, since when you get to touch yourself ?" They hit the back of your throat hard almost suffocating you. They left your mouth as you started coughing, a big thread of drool connecting to your lips and their fingers.

They looked at you trying to regain a normal respiration with complete disdain, as they stepped back.

"You know what, let's go. Imma show you the treatment whores like you get. And hurry up, because the more you make me wait the harder it will get." Without ever turning back they left first, leaving you destroyed and at same time needy for more. You put the coat on they offered, and went out too. Your nipples scraping against the fabric as you didn't even bother putting your bra back. The campus was completely empty, letting the sound of your heels hitting the ground be the only sign of life around.

But all you could think about was how Hange was about to fuck the brat out of you.

“I know.”

“Do you?”

For a moment they don’t answer. Instead they move closer, slow and tentative, until they’re right in front of you. Their hands hover uncertainly at your waist, like they’re waiting for permission they aren’t sure they deserve.

Then, softer than you expect:

“I missed you.”

The words knock a small crack into your anger.

Hange notices immediately, of course they do. Their fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt and suddenly the careful distance vanishes. They lean into you, forehead pressing against your shoulder with a quiet exhale that sounds almost like relief.

“You smell like home,” they murmur.

“Well, you smell terrible.” Your voice still carries some irritation, but your arms have already betrayed you, loosening from their crossed position.

They tilt their head up just enough to look at you through their crooked glasses. Their eyes are bright in that restless way they get when they’ve gone too long without sleep or when their mind is running too fast.

“I know you’re mad,” they say. “You should be. I’ve been terrible.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“Devastatingly terrible,” they agree solemnly.

And then, because Hange is Hange, they slide their arms around your waist and tug you down with surprising strength until you both end up on the edge of the couch. The movement is clumsy, half-planned at best, but suddenly they’re pressed close against you, clinging like they’ve been deprived of affection for a week.

“Hange—”

“I just need a minute,” they interrupt quickly.

Their head drops to your shoulder again. One of their hands squeezes your thigh absentmindedly, grounding them. You feel the restless energy in them, like they’ve been running on adrenaline and curiosity for days and finally hit a wall the second they got near you.

“You know what happens when I work too much?” they mumble.

“You forget to eat.”

“That too.”

You wait.

“And I start thinking about you instead of the experiment.”

A pause.

“Which,” they add thoughtfully, “is extremely distracting.”

You try to stay annoyed. You really do. But Hange is already melting against you, practically draped across your lap like gravity decided you were the safest place in the world.

“You’re impossible,” you mutter.

“Correct.”

They tilt their head again, glasses slightly askew, and look at you with that shameless, affectionate intensity that always manages to sneak past your defenses.

“I’ll make it up to you,” they say quietly.

The promise hangs in the warm air between you.

Disapproval immediate takes over you, you sure as hell weren’t gonna let her make you drink chemicals.

“I’m not drinking your makeshift love potions”

Laughter erupts from Hange.

“No chemicals involved, Well…No dangerous ones atleast. it’s…something a bit, I suppose erotic”

“…I’m confused but intrigued”

“Just be ready when I get home”

“How should I prepa-”

“Byeee, love youuu”

And with that, the vague phone call ends. You kiss your teeth but eventually ease back into your mundane task after taking a bit of time to focus on your appearance and maybe switching your undergarments for a cuter pair.

Just incase.

Soon enough, the door swings open, Hange waltz in with a container in hand, them in scientific attire was lowkey a sight to see.

You greet each other lovingly before Hange coerces you into their study office. You had never properly seen the inside of it due to it being off guards.

The room was decently sized, with shelves of books along the walls and a desk with papers and reports pilled on top along with random trinkets and photo frames of the two of you. Nearby the desk was a two seater sofa, which looked moderately brand new due to lack of use.

They take this chance to pick up papers from the floors, pretending not to see your look of dissatisfaction from the state of the room.

You sit on the sofa.

“Sooo, what’s the plan?” You inquiry

They tuck the papers away in a drawer of the desk before turning back to you, pushing their glasses back up their face and taking off their lab coat to fold on the back of the chair.

“Well, I’ve got something I want you to drink, and I promise nothing bad will happen” they reassure you, watching you sigh.

“Does it atleast taste good?”

“…Not really. But the end result will feel good for sure” they mutter that last part as they grab a small test tube filled about a quarter way with a purple-ish liquid out the container , sitting on the sofa next to you, pushing the tube toward your mouth.

You swallow it, oblivious to the troublesome look in their eyes. The bitter liquid leaving an after taste in your mouth.

“Good job” they praise quietly as they walk away to wipe out the test tube, storing it away professionally.

“What should I be expecting now?” You fidget with the hem of your jeans.

“You’ll feel it eventually, then you can tell me all about it for my report” They refer to the clipboard resting on their desk.

To pass time, you support Hange in cleaning her lab, from helping sort out documents to storing books on their designated shelves rather than them being on the floor. You scold her throughout the process but you’re swiftly distracted by the growing arousal you feel.

Since you’ve been here, nothing sexual has happened so you were caught off guard but nonchalantly playing it off infront of Hange. Prying your staring eyes away from their attractive features.

Eventually, Hange looks down at the watch resting on their wrist.

“Been around 12 minutes, you feeling anything yet?” They gaze at you intently. You still weren’t sure if this uncalled-for feeling of attraction was apart of their plan, but you assumed not.

“Um, don’t think so” Your voice wavers a bit.

You rest back on the sofa, Hange plopping next to you with a huff before turning to you.

“You look adorable. Dressing up for me, huh?” They cup your face, you melt into their touch, you meant to answer them but that minimal amount of touch set you off. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from their lips, taking the opportunity to initiate a kiss.

It was meant to be a peck at most, or that’s what Hange expected. Except you dragged it out, your heaving breath filling the air as you pull Hange closer into you.

Your lips glide against their with passion. Each break from the heated kiss was filled with strings of saliva and sighs. Hange catches on to the fact her aphrodisiac worked on you, smirking against your lips while running their hands down to your waist.

Hange gradually leans back onto the sofa as you climb on top of them, you mindlessly grind lightly on their thigh, generating just enough stimulation to keep you satisfied.

The fast acting aphrodisiac heightened every touch, causing weak whines to fall from your lips.

You abruptly sit up on Hanges lap, swiftly taking your shirt off and unclasping your bra, tossing both across the floor before leaning back down to resume the kiss.

Hanges eyes never left your figure as they begin unbuttoning their own shirt. The air in the room was thick with intoxicating lust and desire.

Hange made a mental note to write down the results of her experiment.

Result 1. Heightened sensitivity

Your muffled whines become more desperate as you crave more, resulting in you slipping your hand down your panties to soothe the needy throb of your clit.

As you moan against Hanges lips, they pull away.

The confusion displayed on your face quickly turns to a flushed expression as you continue to pleasure yourself onto of them. Smooth hands run up your thighs to your ass.

“Let me see your fingers, baby” they order, you swiftly obey, displaying your drenched fingers to Hange.

By this point, they had starting listing different findings of their experiment.

Result 2. Increased wetness

“Shit your soaked, aren’t you?” They coo, You whimper a needy ‘mhm’

Through your half lidded eyes, you watch Hange remove their glasses, placing them on the floor next to them.

“Come sit on my face, wanna taste that sweet pussy”

Without hesitation, you immediately climb up them, hovering about their face. Their hands wrap securely around your thighs, bringing you down onto their face.

You gasp breathlessly, feeling their warm tongue flat against your aching pussy. Hange groans deeply in pleasure, feeling you sloppy cunt drench their face.

You quickly begin grinding on their tongue, feeling them occasionally suck on your sticky clit. Your hands reach down to their hair, dragging their mouth across with animalistic desire until you shift a bit too far, feeling the edge of their crooked nose.

“Shit–haaah–” your legs tense around their head at the sensation, craving it again.

“Ride my nose, darling” Hange calls out from under you, in pure bliss, savouring each taste of you. You begin shifting again, hips stuttering as you feel that bump on their nose nudge perfectly into you.

“ahh–fuckkk” Breathy moans fall out your mouth, The friction was overwhelming, you couldn’t stop the rocking of your hips, moaning out as you hump their nose.

Their tongue eventually begins prodding at you entrance, penetrating it in and out and feeling the inside of your wet walls.

a heat pooled in your stomach, a sensation building up in your core that makes your moans grow heavy and deeper. Your legs tremble and your thighs clamp tightly around her head, rolling your hips to feel more of her nose hitting into you.

Your orgasm hit hard and without warning, you moan lowly, feeling Hanges hands knead into your hips, continuing to glide you on their face to ride out the high.

They lap at the slick leaking out of you, peppering your pussy with soft kisses affectionately. you pant, your mind fuzzy, body limp from the pleasure and aftermath of your orgasm but your libido never faltering.

Result 3. Quicker orgasms

They gradually sit up slightly, shifting you off their face back down to their lap and laid back on the sofa.

As they climb on top of you, they strip off their shirt and trousers, tossing them on the floor next to yours.

They hold your flushed face, their thumb swiping seductively on your bottom lip. You take it as an invite to bite lightly onto it, gazing deep into their eyes before sucking on the digit.

A slow groan is produced by Hange.

“You’re trouble” An idea they forgotten comes back into view

“Guess I gotta fuck it out of you”

They push off you, walking towards their desk, bending under it to retrieve a box.

Thirty seconds to a minute passes by, you whine with impatience.

“So needy, aren’t you, sweetheart?” They teased as they finish fastening the harness.

Hange loved trying new things, Hense her chaotic experiments

But it also applied to other things, like new toys in the bedroom.

You gasp as they slide the tip of their strap in, feeling yourself stretch around the girth of it. They ease it into you whilst observing your expressions for any discomfort and watching how easily they slip in.

“Was gonna start slow…” They shift their hips, bottoming out completely, stalling to allow you to adjust. “But you managed to take me whole”

4. Less prep required (?)

A gentle hand brushes your cheek, their eyes flickering to gaze at your desperate ones before redirecting back to the sloppy sight where you two connect, watching your needy hips fuck yourself back into them.

Hanges gradual movement quickly became long, deep strokes, accustomed to your pleasured moans that fell without resistance from your mouth. Each thrust hit a new hot, sweet spot inside you, the rhythm had you basically drooling and whining

“A-aah…don’t—f-fuck—stop” Your eyes rolling back before shutting completely as you throw your head back into the cushioning of the sofa.

Hange took the chance to push your legs up to your chest, hanging your legs upon their shoulders, spreading you wider in the process, allowing them to hit deeper angles. You feel them trail soft kisses up your heaving chest and neck, muttering nasty praises into your flushed skin.

Your moans quickly became broken, your thighs twitching against their hold.

They watch your expressions momentarily, taking pleasure in watching your eyes flickering open every now and then as if trying to predict your next orgasm.

Your moans develop into desperate groans, the arch of your back making you shudder against the sofa, clawing at the soft cushioning. The overwhelming sensations felt too much as Hanges relentless thrusts drive you insane.

“Just keep being good for me sweetheart” They shush your sobs of pleasure, fighting your shivering limbs attempting to push them away. A skilled hand moves down to rub tight wet circles over your clit, massaging the swollen nub to enhance pleasure.

“Shit–so deeeep”

“I know baby, I know” They run their thumb over your drool-covered lips “But you’re doing amazing”

Each mention of praise hits your mindless state hard, causing you to clench against them.

You meet their gaze temporarily, watching their lustful eyes stare at your lips before leaning in for a messy kiss. Saliva spreads itself across both your mouths, your tongues tangling around each others lovingly. Their arm cages around your head, keeping you comfortably but tightly locked to them.

Their strokes slow down as they grind their hips to hit deeper and harder, their strap beautifully rubbing against your g-spot. Each sensual hit made you twitch just a bit more in their grasp.

As your eyebrows furrow, that you could communicate were airy whimpers and half botched versions of their name as warning of your oncoming orgasm.

“Ngh- o-oh, I- fuck!—gonna cummmm”

You’re so close. So close your vision blurs with tears of pleasure. Every breath is laboured and heavy.

“Yeah you are, cum for me baby”

One last deep thrust and you collapse, succumbing to the intense waves of pleasure. Your legs tremble on their shoulders, whole body going limp as they fuck you through it. You twitch uncontrollably whilst moaning shakily.

Gushes of sweet slick lazily squirt out as Hange soothingly rubs your throbbing clit to the point of overstimulation.

“Gosh look at that mess” Hange chuckles as they caress your cheek, kissing your face softly. They slide out of you leaving you feeling empty but euphoric. Their sap coated hand leaves your clit, redirecting to your mouth.

You obediently open, tasting yourself on your tongue before they eagerly lean in for a messy open-mouth kiss. As the kiss dies down, you smile faintly against their mouth.

“You could’ve told me it was an aphrodisiac beforehand y’know” you criticise.

They immediately comment back “Well how would that be fun?”

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Yay I’m posting againnnnn, idk why I randomly just really wanted to finish this draft well probably cuz it’s been collecting dust but yk I SHOULD BE SLEEPING anyways, I’m setting up my ao3 account so I’ll drop the user name soon chat