#College Craze

[collegecraze]

Hi everyone, I’m really excited to share the good news: Chapter 7 is out now!

We’re nearing the resolution of the story with discoveries and fun developments to keep you on your toes! The new chapter brings 114,534 words, 86 new CGs, 7hr+ of playtime for each route, and, depending on your choices, new characters to interact and have fun with.

Your MC will get closer to people on and off campus, which will help you find your way through the intricate and sometimes dangerous social web Sugardale plunged you into. Regardless, midterms are coming and you have to hit those books!! You’ll go on dates and some of the aloof folk you’ve gotten to know will have you giggling and kicking up your feet when they finally open up to you (and you to them 😉– who said that?). You’ll also be able to find out more about the rumored Sugarman, so get ready for all the possibilities this new chapter has in store!

As always, my suggestion is to check out the gallery to know what scenes you’re missing and try to make different decisions each time. You have nearly infinite save slots to help you along, so you’re able to get information from as many different people as possible.

Remember that streamer mode censors visuals and dialogues but it does not filter out audio. So when you hear Stalker-chan’s or Dean’s voice, mute it if you don't want to hear spicy things!

That being said, here are the following dates for the release of Chapter 7 for my patrons:

MAY Dropouts & Alumni - Receive Chapter 7 on May 7th at 12 PM EST

MAY Seniors & Juniors - Receive Chapter 7 on May 14th at 12 PM EST

Sophomores will not be receiving this update. If you would like access to the latest chapters, please consider upgrading to Junior!*

Sophomores who pre-paid annually before April 19, 2023 will receive Chapter 7 via email May 21st at 12PM EST. If you pre-paid anytime after that date, you will not be eligible to receive Chapter 7.

Please note: You will only receive the newest chapter if you are at Junior or higher in the month of May. So changing tiers during April will only grant you merch for April, and you will be charged again on May 1st.

If you’re a Dropout or an Alumni on Patreon, go ahead and download it here!

We’ve got a few bloggers and streamers who’ll be sharing College Craze on their platforms next month, so be sure to show them some love by popping into their streams and/or liking their blog posts. You’ll be hearing about them on the CC socials!

Thank you all for your wonderful support, you bring this project to life! 💝

[luciferiangirl1]

May updates:

Romance club update

League of dreamers update

College craze update

Summer of love if update

Litg "weekly" update

Moonvale "a new game by duskwood' creators"

Updates that make me cancel all plans for the month to devote myself to them 😂

[stephschoices]

Jace ❣️ @collegecraze

[softceleste]

The fact I honestly thought I'd pull off playing College Craze and being normal about it, and then less than a week later I've already played it multiple times, made a duel MC au, a Pinterest board, and recreated some of the PopMe pages, is genuinely not lost on me.

[full---ofstarlight]

Jason "Jace" Miller

from @collegecraze

[pixelatednani]

Blair decided to send MC a Snapchat 🤭 @prettyinkgames

[m333rcury]

bryce montgomery my white boy of the month

[entropical-punch]

Trust

Jay finds out the Reader is hiding something from him, and the argument gets a little too hot.

My second fic based on the world of College Craze by @collegecraze . First I did Gabe, and now, due to popular request, we have Jay!

Warnings: 18+, dub-con, rough sex, size kink, dirty talk, car sex, semi-public sex, ownership kink, possessiveness, light reference to the uh oh stalkero.

Jay sighed, drumming his hands on the steering wheel and trying to not look at your dorm too much. You had said you wanted to hang out tonight, and even when he tried to resist you, told himself time and time again that you were just gonna get each other in trouble he just couldn’t stay away.

Jay wasn’t one to get too caught up in girls. He had much bigger things to think about, and worrying about the girls that kept throwing themselves at him in hopes of scoring something other than drugs wasn’t something he liked to do.

You, though, you were different. You were good. He couldn’t stop thinking about what you looked like in that dingy-ass club, dress clinging to your curves like plastic wrap. He needed to give you his hoodie, or he was gonna do something stupid. He remembered how you looked at him with so much trust in your eyes. 

Not enough trust to tell him about the freak who’s been stalking you, but you and him were going to talk about it, and everything was going to be ok, and you would be able to go back to your studies and out of his head.

You were taking so long to get ready. Jay was about to pick up his phone and call when you finally walked out of your building. He hated the way his heart leapt in his chest and the blood rushed to his head and maybe the other head too.

You shot him a smile as you climbed into the passenger seat. Part of you wished he had parked closer to your dorm, but you knew why he wanted his car behind the trees, far from the prying eyes of campus.

He really, really wanted to smile back at you, but what he had learned at the police station earlier that day was forming a hard lump in the back of his throat. He wanted to pretend things were fine, but he didn’t go for games like that, and he needed to know you were being smart about this psycho.

He turned his face to the windshield.

He’s acting weird, you thought.

“Hey, Jay, is everything ok?” you asked. Did a deal fall through? Was Triggs being stupid again?”

“Don’t play like that, ok?” He scoffed. 

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Well, this is kind of annoying. You weren’t playing like anything, as far as you knew.

He clenched his jaw. 

“I know what you’ve been going through, so you can’t keep that shit from me. Your life is your life, but-”

“But what?” What the hell is he talking about? He’s acting like he did in the club a couple nights ago, all overprotective and cagey.

“But you got a fuckin stalker!” he snapped back, voice tinged with anger. If the car had been running, he probably would have hit the breaks.

“What? How do you know about that?” you yelled back. 

“Went to the cops to bail out my boy Triggs, overheard them talking about it. You gotta tell me about these things.”

The energy in the car shifted. You were mad now. 

“Why? You don’t trust me to handle my life on my own?”

“Let me protect you, ma,” he pleaded, turning to face you. Damn him and his stupid sweet face, but you were still upset.

“I don’t need protection. Certainly not from you,” you retorted, turning to face the window. You were being kind of rude, but he was the one who started it.

This act of indignation snapped something in him. Gone was the sweet girl wandering around Toffee Springs, replaced by someone who needed to be taught their place. Needed to be taught who was in charge, who knew best.

And with his emotions running high, he was more than willing to do that to you.

“C’mere”, he grunts, barely giving you a chance to react before pulling your body over the console and into his lap. You’re forced to straddle him, and you can already feel his getting harder underneath his sweatpants.

“Jay, I-” you try to say, but he cuts your voice off with a kiss. His mouth crushes yours’, driving the steering wheel into your back. You can barely breathe. What is he doing? This was still Jay, but there was something in him that was rough, angry.

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to be scared, but you were definitely a little turned on. Still frustrated, but now just sexually.

He keeps kissing you, barely giving you a chance to pull away and catch your breath. Eventually, he pulls back and stares at you, taking in your wide eyes and swollen lips. You were gorgeous like this. 

He needed you, now.

He pulls back and reached into the waistband of his sweatpants, palming his throbbing cock. Fuck, he was already so hard, just from making out. It needed to be sheathed inside you, now. That was the only way you were gonna learn. 

“I hope you’re ready, Ma,” he breathes as he takes out his erection. 

Holy shit. It’s so big, pulsing with desire and already leaking.

“I’m not gonna be able to fit all that, Jay. Please.”

“Nah, I don’t believe that. You’re gonna take it all like the good girl I know you are, and you’re gonna enjoy every inch I give you. It’s gonna remind you who you fucking belong to, yeah?”

You can’t help but shiver at his words and raise your thighs up, motioning for him to give it to you.

He grabs your hips and drops you down onto his dick, barely letting you adjust to his size before starting to rock his body up and down.

A lightning bolt of pleasure immediately shoots up your spine, causing your eyes to roll back into your head and your tongue to loll out of your mouth. To Jay, you looked perfect.

If you just needed to piss him off to get him to do this to you, you would’ve acted out a long time ago, as terrible as that sounded.

He buries his face in your neck to hide his moans. Thank God he parked the car far away from where other people walk.

He keeps bouncing on his dick, and from the way his breathing is getting shorter, and he can’t speak much apart from a string of curse words, you know he’s close.

“Fuck, ma, I hope you’re ready. Take it, baby. Cum for me, show me who’s yours.” he orders, and you’ve already disobeyed him so much you just have to give in.

You feel yourself clench around him and waves of pleasure rush through your head and leave you dizzy. He’s still thrusting into you, chasing the high no drug could ever give.

“Who you gonna listen to? That fucking stalker doesn’t who he’s fucking with. Whose man are you?” he growled.

You have to give him what he wants.

“Jay. It’s you, Jay!” you moan, still sensitive from your earlier orgasm. 

That sets him over the edge as he finishes inside you, warm cum dripping out of you as he pulls out. 

He reached for a tissue on the dashboard to wipe you up, and you move back to the passenger seat, readjusting your clothes in case anyone decides to investigate.

“Jay, I-” you start, but your words die as soon as they leave your lips. You aren’t really sure what to say. Do you yell at him? Apologize? Make up an excuse and get out of his car as quickly as possible?

Maybe you’re embarrassed because of how much you enjoyed all of that, all of him. 

He looks back at you, eyes a little downcast. There’s a faint blush on his cheeks.

“I lost control there, Ma. I’m sorry. I’m just worried ‘bout you is all.”

Now it was your turn to blush.

“No, I should've told you about the stalker. I’m sorry. I think I’m so used to being on my own, it’s hard to trust people with this kind of thing. But-” you paused, turning to look at him, falling into his warm brown eyes, dangerous but kind.

“But, I trust you. And you need to trust me a little more, ok? You being overprotective is hot, but not you getting upset at me. Let’s handle our issues like adults.” This sure was some weird pillowtalk. 

There was something else you wanted to say. 

“Oh, and let me know what kind of fun we’re gonna be having next time we hang out, ok?” you smiled at him.

He laughed, moving forward to catch your face in his hands. He kissed you, this time, gentle, loving, everything you deserved and everything he wanted to give you from now on. Promise.

[razrogue]

For the WIP game: 13th Birthday!

13th Birthday is a fic I wrote for one of the characters I created for the dating sim/visual novel game College Craze. Got really attached to my character, Leilani Jackson, and decided to write about a pivotal moment in her childhood.

Leilani knew there was no way her dad had picked that out. If he'd had his way, this "party" would have been a combo sized meal at the local MacRoyals and the free birthday ice cream cone. Rosalie could really get on her nerves sometimes but Leilani was grateful when she made the effort to think of someone else's wants, however few those moments were.  The dessert survived the walk from the kitchen to the patio with no incident and was finally placed on the table. It was the tallest she'd ever seen up close. Four tiers of strawberry cake, each frosted a different shade of red, with sparklers and two glittery gold 1 and 3 shaped candles at the very top. John pulled out the candle lighter and lit everything.  "Make a wish, Bunny!", they exclaimed in unison as she closed her eyes and thought about what her wish should be.  She'd dropped hints (subtle and not so) about what she really wanted as a birthday gift. If Rosalie could get her dad to splurge for the cake, then surely he got the gift too? A cat was out of the question, no matter how much she wanted one. Rosalie's dogs wouldn't get along with it; they barely got along with her. Concert tickets with Blair and Addison were so far down her wishlist she knew not to even ask. After pondering for a few moments, she settled on just having a good day and enjoying the reduced friction around the house lately. 1...2...3 She opened her eyes and with a hearty huff, Leilani blew the candle flames out while they helped with the sparklers. John grabbed the knife and went to begin slicing the cake before she stopped him. "Dadddd..."  Leilani hesitantly placed her hand over his wrist. With the sweetest lilt in her voice and biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster, "can I open one of my gifts?"

[sabineelectricheart]

Maybe

Summary: In so many possibilities, Megan is sure that she loves Jace, but he does not love her back.

Rating: K+ - Suitable for more mature childen, 9 years and older, with minor action violence without serious injury. May contain mild coarse language. Should not contain any adult themes.

Words: 1400

Notes: New year, same low expectations over my love life. Oh, well...

Megan had a crush on Jace Miller.

Maybe it was because of the way he looked.

Not to sound too shallow, but it was the truth. Jace Miller was undoubtedly attractive, he was the quintessential definition of a college hot guy, the sort of fantasy that so many movies seemed to sell. From his long sandy blond hair that always hung curled just above his shoulders, his bright almond eyes, to his relaxed, jockish look. It is not much of an advantage as it is a setback to her, specifically, as it did not help her at all that a bunch of other girls though he was attractive too, but that did not stop her from having a crush on him, either.

Maybe it was because of the way he talked.

The way he talked to other people was definitely something, and she is sure that it must figure in many people’s ranked choice list of reasons, too. His low tenor voice, the relaxed and unimposing ring behind every word when he was talking to other people made the girl smile whenever she could hear it. It always gave her butterflies to the stomach when she could hear it coming from the direction she was going, as if pointing her to the right path.

Maybe it was because of the things he said.

He always seemed to have a lame joke ready at the tip of his tongue, and she could always hear the chorus of laughter following closely behind, in spite of being cringey. He was constantly saying something encouraging to people, which often came to mind whenever one wonders how such an easy-going guy was able to land the position of soccer captain.

Maybe it was because he was kind to everyone, or maybe it was because he stuck up for the little kids that were getting bullied when they did their community outreach last semester. Maybe it was because he smiled at her when she walked by him in the quad. Or just maybe it was because he started talking to her, and her standards are just that low.

That is when Megan realized that she did not have a naïve crush in him anymore, no. She started to actually like Jace Miller.

Maybe it was because of the way he smiled so widely at her when she is talking to him.

The smile she has grown familiar with seeing in those three years since she first met him. The boyish smile that never failed to make her smile right back. The smile that scrunched up his face because he was smiling so wide. The smile that instantly brightened her day.

Maybe it was because of the way they both flirted with each other.

In the beginning, it was nothing more than a few little remarks here and there, exchanged either innocently or mockingly, but then it became more. How he teased her constantly. How he would be buffoonish with her and she would play along with it without breaking character once. How they would both roll their eyes at each other, even when her stomach was full of butterflies. How he would make her blush profusely after he complimented her. How he constantly found reason to compliment her, even if he has to stretch it.

Maybe it was because of the way he treated Megan.

Jace was the type of guy who was nice to people, the sort of gregarious person that is always surrounded by friends who wish them well, but he has always been exceptionally kind to her. Even back in her chaotic first semester, he made sure that she felt nothing but welcomed and comfortable in Sugardale and at their sports program. He always said kind things to her, he always encouraged he, always told her to not be afraid, and that she is beautiful, and she ate it up like it was Thanksgiving dinner.

Maybe it was because of the nickname he would sometimes call her that was just a slightly different version of her name. Maybe it was because he always walked next to her in the hallway after class. Or maybe it was because he always made her feel amazing, like she was one of his priorities.

Megan did not like Jace anymore. She is in love with him.

Maybe it was because all of his little flaws, even if she does not think of them as flaws, properly.

The way he chewed on his nails when he was nervous. That his attention span was shit. That he always smelt of body spray, sweat and burnt jadeleaf. That he had a terrible habit of going around sending nudes to people, and that he was a bit of a manslut. That he does not focus on his schoolwork as he should. Maybe he was a bit of a mess, but not too much to drive her away.

Maybe it was because she could be herself around him.

He did not care how weird she is. Or that he did not mind that she sings at the top of her lungs. In fact, he joins her. Or that he does not give her shit when she tries to improve the plays through math and probability. Or that he noticed how she peeled her own fingers whenever she was anxious and helped her heal the wounds, now that Blair is much too busy in whatever is going on with her life to be a friend.

Maybe it was because he always knew how to cheer her up when she is sad.

How he took her hand and brought her down to the quad to get her favourite snack from the student concession. Or that he would dance around her cramped dorm room with her ahead of exam season, as her beatbox blared in the background. That he hugged her and made all her worries go away, melted away in the warmth that he gives her.

Maybe it was that he encouraged her. That he always apologized first, no matter who was in the wrong. Or that he always had confidence in her, believed she could do anything, and never failed to tell her such. How she missed having someone have her back like that…

Megan is in love with Jace Miller. And Jace Miller? He does not love her back. In fact, he broke her heart.

Maybe it was because she would see him with another girl.

It does not matter who it was or where, he was always with another girl. Making out under the stairs. Writing notes to one across the room. Or even flirting with one. He always had plenty to choose from, and he never restrained himself from tasting it all.

Maybe it was because he referred to her as ‘just a friend’. Whenever another girl asks, whenever a teammate teases them, whenever his mother calls or visits with a care package, he would immediately respond with that, as if a natural impulse, as if there is no possible scenario in which that comes to change.

This is my friend, Megan.

Whenever she got introduced to someone it always the same thing, and her heart still shattered every time she heard it, as if it was news to her. Nevertheless, she is getting better at not letting her smile waver. She has the heartache, already, she just hopes to avoid the humiliation.

Maybe it was because of the way he treated every girl exactly how he treated her.

At first, she thought she was special, that he could not possibly treat other people with the same dedication that he treated her, but then she realized that it was all the same for every other girl he spent time with. He always complimented them, and always told them how great they were. She hoped it was just friendly, but she could tell it was not.

The way he smiled at the girl across the hall. He says he had to use the bathroom and then she would find him sitting next to a girl on the grounds. Or that he stopped knowing how to cheer her up, because he was the reason she is upset, because the fact that he half-tries is what hurts her.

Amongst many propositions and possibilities, what seems sure is that Jace Miller broke her heart, but, unfortunately, Megan could not stop herself from loving him.

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College Craze Masterlist

[romanticistsims]

Jason "Jay" Choi

[collegecraze]

Welcome to Sugardale U

College Craze, a spicy life and college dating sim / visual novel

Ever wish games like Episode never faded to black? That your decisions actually mattered? That you could customize your character and interact with a college town that felt real and had a history? (And didn’t have stupid micro transactions or ads?)

College Craze is a female-protagonist adult dating sim and life simulation game. From academics, partying, and hook-ups, to deciphering the interwoven mysteries lying beneath the seemingly quiet town of Sugardale, every choice matters. With a branching story structure heavily dependent on your previous choices, you'll find endless possibilities for your own college experience at Sugardale U.

Sugardale U: Work Hard. Play Harder.

Welcome to Sugardale, a mid-sized college town and home of the prestigious Sugardale University. You play as an incoming female freshman, ready to make your mark in the world.

Choose to study hard, work off campus, or party every weekend. Manage your grades, followers, and bank account as you meet and interact with the 25 (and counting!) unique characters of Sugardale.

Create your own story and get into steamy situations, all while helping (or sabotaging) your friends, keeping secrets and revealing mysteries about the town's shady past.

Character customization

Ever want to see yourself in your games? Customize your character's skin tone, hair color, and hairstyle. See those changes appear in CGs throughout the game!

Choices that matter (And make sense)

Characters around you don’t forget about what you’ve done. Your decisions affect their story as well. So be careful about what you do, what you say, and who you interact with. Not all paths lead to victory.

Development updates

Chapter 7 (download here!) The new chapter brings 114,534 words, 86 new CGs, 7hr+ of playtime for each route, and, depending on your choices, new characters to interact and have fun with. 😉 The full word count to date goes over the 800K mark!! The average play time is 7hr+ for one route play-through, so you can have a lot of fun replaying the different plot lines!

Is your application ready? Enroll at Sugardale today!

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[dakitsuneslibrary]

Jealousy

prompt: “You're calling that Jealousy? Believe me, if you can still use your legs, I'm not being jealous"

Fandom : College Craze (Visual Novel)

Character: Thomas Ibrahim 

For the past week or two, I had to miss multiple dates with Thomas because Shaun had to ask me certain questions pertaining to the science club, the question wouldn’t just be one, it end up being like ten, and they be so detailed that I had to thoroughly explain everything. After canceling multiple dates, because his question spurred others to ask questions to me, considering I am dating the president, they wouldn’t shoo til I satisfied their questions. There were moments I saw Thomas from afar, instead of having him handle the headache of their pecking. I took it, for his sake. Though I have noticed that he has been distant with me, especially during meetings, he wouldn’t sit next to me like usual, or have me stay after to just talk about how he handled the flow of conversation. Instead, he leave along with everyone else, also would walk me to my dorm and just say goodnight Y/N not even a kiss on the forehead or call me his flower. I feel dejected and I am gonna figure out why.

Walking to the science club, for our meeting, Thomas is the first person I see, making a beeline to him I was interrupted by a wild Shaun. “Well, well, princesca, where are you going in such a rush?” he asked, before I can even say anything, I look to see if Thomas is still there, to which he is, and set up the table like he normally does. “Oh I see, you're here to see our lovely president.” he said with a smirk and loud enough to get his attention, he lifted my chin and with a smile, he said, “it looks like you haven’t been getting much attention, princesca, I bet he doesn’t know how to satisfy your hunger,” he said leaning closer and closer to me, my breath hitched thinking of every possibility of how to stop him and the right response, I don’t want people to look at the president and think of him any less because of my actions. 

“Excuse me, Y/N may I have a word with you?” I heard Thomas's deep voice and his hand on my shoulder. Walking away from Shaun, I follow Thomas, till we end up in a whole hall of abandoned classrooms. Grabbing my hand and dragging me into one of those classrooms he locked the door behind him. “What do you think you were doing? Do you know how humiliating it would have been if someone besides myself saw what was happening in there?” he asked in a demanding tone, I opened my mouth to respond, “-Of course, you don’t, because of the fact you never think about those things, I do, I always think about the reputation I have and when it comes to you being my second in command, your reputation is also valuable not only on me but for you.” he continued, walking in front of me till I sat on what was the teacher desk behind me. 

Thomas rest his hands on either side of me and had my legs open to let him in between them. He lifted my chin up so I am face to face with him. I blinked up at him, “you're my pretty flower right?” he asked me, and I nodded. He smacks my thigh, “I need a verbal answer sweets” his voice was thick with lust. “Yes, sir” I whispered, “you remember the traffic code?” he asked which I nodded again, he raised an eyebrow indicating to tell him what it is, “red means stop, yellow means wait, and green means go,” I said with a shaking voice due to his hand traveling up my thigh and under my skirt, “good girl,” he said before smacking my inner thigh yet again. His fingers go over my lace panties, and he hums in delight, “oh look at that, my baby is all wet already. Did you get this way because of that nuisance Shaun? Or is it because of-” “-You, it always gonna be for you sir… You only” after saying this, I heard a groan mixed with a growl.

With no warning, his finger runs under my panties to slowly rub up and down the inside as well as outside of my pussy. “I forgot how wet you can get,” he said leaning down to kiss my neck, “and how soft and plush your thighs are especially after a spanking.” he continued to speak before sucking on my pulse point. My back arched closer to him, “it has been a long while, my flower huh?” he said, with the tone of voice I knew he was smirking before I can even guess why one of his long fingers go inside of me. I let out a shocked moan mixed gasp, “look at that, your tightening around me, it only been twenty-eight days my love.” he says making me squirm since he didn’t move his finger, he used his other hand to smack my thigh while slowly thrusting his finger. He made a rhythm of smacking my thigh and rubbing it while fingering me, when his pace fasten he added another. His forehead is against mine, while little whimpers and moans come out. “I know you can be louder than that, my flower petal come on” he growled having the pace faster and harder. My back arched harder than before, my moans got louder and louder, while my thighs started to shake, “can… I… Ca-can.”  stuttered, “ca-can, ca-can, can you what come on use your big girl words” he mocked me, I let out a whimper, “please…Thomas can I come!” I squeal out feeling the coil in my tummy tighten, “was that so hard?” he asked with a dark chuckle, he stopped all the motions and pulled his fingers out. 

Licking his fingers and humming in delight, “turn around and hold your arms behind you” he said, I blinked up at him and compile, moving to lean the front part of myself on the desk and hold my arms back I wait patiently. I hear his belt buckle and pants unzip, I feel impatient and start wiggling. He let a heavy blow on my backside making me squeal out, he rubs the spot he struck and cooed at me, before hitting the same spot four more times, I bit my lip while tears welled up in my eyes. He slaps his cock against my ass, the weight makes me want to go cross-eyed, before I can even think of the next move he thrusts balls deep in me. “Yellow!” I squeal, he leaned against me, no matter how mad he maybe he never will hurt me. His lips kissed down my back, he whispered softly to me, “it’s okay, baby. Breath for me” he said softly. Once I finally relaxed I gave the go-ahead, “o-okay, green” I sigh, “your sure?” he asked which I nod my head and quietly let out a ‘yes’. Thomas's thrust was very slow at first, but the more sounds that came out the faster and harder he went. His cock was heavy and wide, if he wanted to completely prep me he needed four fingers instead of two. I can feel the vein on the right side of it, brushing against my walls, it was throbbing. “Fuck, my flower petal, I missed your tight little hole. You miss my big cock too huh?” he asked. I nodded my head, “come on, let's try this again.” he said grabbing my arms and pulling me up, so my back is arched and he is deeper into me. “You miss my big cock?” he asked, I let out a loud whine and cried, “Yes! I miss your big cock, so much Thomas! Please breed me like the naughty slut I am!” I yelled, which amplify his speed and strength, “Your wish is my command flower!” I know if anyone walks by this hall will hear the sounds of me screaming in the air as well as the squelching noises of my pussy juice and his balls slapping against my skin. “You're tightening up, you gonna cum? You gonna cum on my meaty fat cock?” he taunted, hitting my spot just right, “oh yeah you are, come on baby, cum on this fat cock so I can breed you just right” with those words, I felt my orgasm hit me like a train. “Thomas!” I scream, while also feeling him giving me the milky white load I craved for the last twenty-eight day. 

When we finally cool down, he was my loving Thomas again, turning me around to have me face him, he put my clothes back and fixed my panties. He leaned down to have his forehead on mine, “I can’t believe the president got jealous, of the Shaun.” I said in a teasing way, to which he looked me dead in the eyes, and said something I never thought I hear him say. “You're calling that Jealousy? Believe me, if you can still use your legs, I'm not being jealous, my flower petal.” 

[stephschoices]

Jace 🥰 @collegecraze

[pr0udn3rd]

So 2 years ago I found a generic CD (it had Rust Case written in Sharpie) in a paper sleeve pinned to a public bulletin that said “Curious? Take and read.” Today I finally got a burn computer and loaded it up expecting explicit images or viruses.

What I did not expect was a 17 page essay from the perspective of a Star Trek Vulcan analyzing the guilt of Alec Baldwin written 6 weeks after that movie shooting incident and before he was convicted of manslaughter.

Anyways here’s the essay. There was a .txt file too that gave me the impression whoever wrote this wanted it shared.

[full---ofstarlight]

Thomas Ibrahim

from @collegecraze