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strawburry01 · 1 day

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Pinball Wizard

Summary: Soft lil one shot of you and your boyfriend Angus playing pinball

AN: Fluffy fluff and chill stuff sorry I'm all over the place, but life sometimes be life-ing for the good and the bad. I had someone over and left tumblr open and when I tell you I've never lunged across the room faster to shut a screen....

You stood over a pinball machine, brow furrowed in frustration as the ball once again slid right through the middle of the two paddles. You swore under your breath and hit glass, losing another dollar to the machine. You were waiting for your boyfriend Angus to meet you here after his exam, trying to take his mind off however he scored. Unfortunately you had not planned for him to take so long- or for you to lose so many quarters in the process. You sipped on your bottle of Coke as you leered at the machine, as if it would do anything. Angus was the one who was good at these sorts of things, and you swore he was somehow rigging it everytime. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t sort of into it though watching how serious he got when he leaned over the machine, usually crossing one leg behind the other to get optimal positioning. Ever since you convinced him to start wearing accessories like your rings and necklaces sometimes he’d become a lot more confident in his looks. He always was adjusting his coat sleeves or collar just so people noticed. You’d heard about his time before college and knew he had always been stuck around pretty pretentious people- going to one of those schools where he needed to wear the same uniform as everyone and go to mass everyday twice a day. Personally you would’ve set the place on fire, but he always lied and said he was an angel of a student, to which you would always punch his arm at. College was different, college was better. You were studying chemistry and working a few lab jobs around campus, mostly cleaning beakers and pipetting for hours on end, and he was studying history, working to become a professor eventually. He always said he wanted to teach at Yale or some other Ivy League, but you could see him being a good high school teacher. You’d broached the idea to him once when you were both high and talking about the future, but he got quiet and ended it by saying he’d never be as good as his history teacher.

Some kid next to you shrieked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Hey hon,” Angus said, appearing next to you, plucking your bottle out of your hand and taking a sip. The circles under his eyes were darker and his voice was tired.

“Exam went that good huh?” you asked as you watched him finish the bottle of soda. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sighed as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, setting his head on top of ours.

“What gave it away?” he gently laughed, feeling his chest rumble under your cheek as you squeezed him back. He smelled like old weathered books and cigarette smoke. He pressed his lips to your forehead before breaking away and running a hand through his mess of curly hair. “Alright give me some quarters I need to forget that essay,” he said with a small smirk as he tried to reach into your jean jacket pocket for quarters. He grabbed a handful of coins from your pocket and spun to the pinball machine you’d been opposing for the last few rounds.

“Good luck with that one babe,” you grumbled as you moved to the right side of the machine, leaning against the wall with your hands tucked behind the small of your back. Angus laughed looking down at the lit up board.

“We’ll see about that,” he quipped, the blinking lights of the game lighting up the features of his face. You can only watch in silence as he somehow expertly flicks the bumpers racking up 100’s, 1,000’s, eventually 1,000,000’s of points.

“How are you so good at this?” you asked from the sidelines, shaking your head.

“I’m good with my fingers?” he answered without missing a beat or looking away from the game, to which you responded with a gentle smack to the back of his head. He only smirked. “Hey you would know right?” he added, finally drawing his eyes to meet yours.

“Oh shut it Tully,” you sneered as you pushed yourself off the wall to go get another Coke. Before you could get far you felt his hand wrap around your waist and pull you back. He nestled you right between himself and the machine, holding his hands over yours on the sides, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re going to make me lose the game Y/N,” he mumbled into your ear, still laser focused on the game, pressing your fingers in to hit the bumpers for him.

“What if I throw the game for you?” you threatened, hitting the bumpers with your own volition a few times before the ball reached the bottom again. Angus took the second to pinch your hip which caused you to yelp.

“I suggest you don’t try it,”. You smiled to yourself as you settled back, leaning back into his chest as you felt his arms reach out over your own to continue playing, “good girl,” he murmured into your ear as he quickly pecked your cheek as he continued to play.

The fact that this was your life now- the fact that the nerd that sat in the back of the ancient Roman civilizations class was now wrapped around you- STILL more focused on a damn pinball game than you-

“High score,” he muttered under his breath as the screen in front flashed yellow and blue. Sure enough somehow he had really just gotten the high score.

“Good job babe,” you laughed as he flicked through the letters to spell out your name on the scoreboard.

“Couldn’t have done it without my lucky charm,” he smiled as he placed a kiss on the top of your shoulder before pushing back from the machine and stretching his arms above his head, lifting up the hem of his shirt in the process. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander down to his exposed midsection, a small bit of his tattoo peaking out, “enjoying the view?” he asked as he caught you in the act. You felt your face go red as you tried to open your mouth to defend your way out of this one, but you knew it was hopeless.

He smirked and pulled you in by the belt loops until you were chest to chest with him, wrapping your arms behind the back of his neck. He was a strong proponent of PDA, and you for once didn’t mind it in a relationship.

“Think I can get lucky again tonight?” he said as his lips brushed yours. You pushed onto the toes of your shoes and kissed his lips, leaving him wanting more as you sunk back down. You slid your hand on top of his jeans, touching his skin under his shirt causing him to suck air in with anticipation.

“I think it’s both of us getting lucky,”.

#angus tully #angus tully x reader #dominic sessa #college au #the holdovers

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makaykirei-art · 2 days

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Part II of the College AU! Even though Draco’s a bio-chem major and psych minor, he still finds time to be a band member of “Don’t Mind If We Slither In,” aka, Theo Nott’s pride and joy.

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Draco has to get his sweatshirt back, right? 😉

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#dracomalfoy #draco #dracomalfoyfanart #fanart #collegeau #au #harrypotterau #hpfanart #dramione #dramionefanart

#fan art #fanart #sketch #draco malfoy #draco fanart #harry potter fanart #harry potter #dramione #hermione granger #dramione fanart #alternate universe #college au

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sungiejpg · 3 days

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WHO ARE U?; HAECHAN [smau]

chapter 06: sylvanians

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ pairings: haechan x f!reader

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ tags: college au, smau, fake acc

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ synopsis: when renjun asked her to create a fake twitter acc to take revenge on haechan she did not expect to fall in love

𓂃before | 𓂃next

#nct dream fanfic #haechan x reader #haechan x y/n #kpop #smau #college au #haechan x you #au #nct #nct dream

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50044w44s · 13 hours

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Talking about her college years my mom told me that the professor talked so fast that he didn't even have time to stop and light a proper cigarette, so he used the old one to light the new one and kept writing on the whiteboard.

And I just think that's so dark academia coded and I want to use that in a book or a fic, but I'm not writing anything like that currently so I'm going to drop this here in case anyone wants to use it.

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noyasmashing · 6 hours

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Toying with Expectations

Fem!Reader x Sub!Izuku

CW: mean reader, like really mean, fem! reader, crying, head (giving and receiving), semi public, college au, a bit of crying, and degrading

AN: yeahhh not sure what happened with this one

Your breaths came in soft, rapid gasps, barely above a whisper as pleasure pulsed through you. Your fingers rooted yourself into the bathroom wall behind you.

"Almost there, don't stop," you urged in a hushed tone, a sharp inhale punctuating your words.

Izuku knelt before you, his head buried between your legs beneath your skirt. With one of your legs draped over his shoulder, his mouth was soaked in a blend of your essence and his own saliva. He fervently slid his tongue up your folds, delving inside you with a hunger to elicit more sounds of pleasure. Simultaneously, his free hand palmed himself through his jeans desperately.

"You know, your mouth serves my pussy much better than your words ever could," you moaned, arching your back and grinding your hips against his face. He emitted a soft whimper, an unspoken affirmation of your words.

"Good boy, Izuku, good boy," you moaned outright, "oh, yes, yes..." his tongue desperately sucked at your clit as you reached your peak. Your roughly gripped his messy hair, using his locks as leverage to grind yourself on his tongue.

Izuku squirmed under your grasp, his moans muffled against your hot cunt as he let himself go. The white liquid covered his jeans, a humiliating reminder of his own pleasure as rubbed his thighs together.

You leaned against the wall, placing a hand on your chest as you took a few deep breaths. Lifting up your skirt, you nudged him away with your knee making him fall backwards, catching himself with his sweaty palms. "Jesus, look what you did..." you said, wrinkling your nose at the obvious wet spot in his pants.

He staggered to his feet, hastily readjusting himself by tucking his shirt back in. "I-I couldn't help myself..." he mumbled, still dazed from the encounter. Slowly, he wiped at his face, his tongue lolling out slowly to lick at what lingered on his lips.

"You're so fucking gross," you muttered, slipping into your panties and sliding them back on without a second glance.

"Y/N?" he spoke up suddenly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I n-need to ask you something."

Raising an eyebrow in speculation, you replied, "What?" Your tone conveyed your growing impatience as you shifted your weight and crossed your arms.

"W-would you be willing to come to my dorm room after classes today?" he fidgeted nervously with his tie, which was already a mess.

You tapped your fingers along your folded arms, contemplating his request. With a resigned sigh, you relented, "Fine."

"R-really?" he stammered, dumbfounded by your acceptance.

"Yeah, whatever," you waved lazily as you headed towards the stairs.

"Thanks, Y/N! It really means a lot to me. I've been wanting to-"

"Oh my god, keep talking and I'm gonna change my mind. And I thought I told you to stop following me so closely."

"R-right, my apologies," he replied sheepishly, staying put to give you space as you walked away. He held his burning cheeks, his face flushed with embarrassment, waiting for the sound of your muffled steps down the hallway to fade away.

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You knocked on his door absentmindedly, engrossed in your phone. The door swung open almost immediately, as if he had been waiting right behind it, eager to answer the moment you arrived. Without a word, you walked past him, tossing your schoolbag onto the floor with a careless thud.

"Thank you again for coming," he said, attempting to contain the excitement in his voice.

"Get on the bed," you instructed, ignoring his gratitude as you smiled your phone into your pocket.

"H-huh?" he blinked in confusion, watching you push him backwards. He stumbled and found himself on the bed, bewildered. "Wh-what're you..." His words trailed off as you knelt in front of him, parting his knees with ease. His body froze as you deftly unbuckled his pants and pulled the zipper down. "W-wait, Y/N, y-you don't have to... I mean, this is..." His cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as his skin began to burn with embarrassment.

"Lift your hips up," you commanded, your tone leaving no room for argument, as you pulled his pants down. His mind went blank, and he obeyed, giving you just enough leverage to remove his pants, along with his underwear. "Aw, look at your All-Might undies, aren't you adorable," you mocked, running your hands along his freckled thighs.

Izuku let out a pitiful whine at your words, his body trembling with anticipation as he watched you. Without hesitation, you took his member, which was now only somewhat flaccid, into your mouth. But of course it didn't take long for him to become fully erect. Izuku's head snapped back, a pornographic moan escaping his lips. He clawed at his sheets, the unexpected pleasure leaving him momentarily speechless.

You dragged your tongue from the base to the slit, savoring the taste of the precum that was already leaking from his pink tip. "Let's see how long you can last without any foreplay..." you murmured, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you prepared to test his endurance.

"I-I, please!" Izuku could only manage a desperate plea as he instinctively buckled his hips in response to the overwhelming sensations. You started by sucking gently on the head, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him, before swirling your tongue around it, causing his legs to shake uncontrollably.

As you slid your mouth down, taking his full length into your throat, his eyes clouded over completely, his mouth hanging open in a silent cry of pleasure. He moaned wildly as you bobbed your head back and forth, the movement causing him to slide in and out of your mouth with increasing intensity.

He wasn't accustomed to this type of pleasure from you, usually being treated as your personal sex toy. But the sensation of your soft lips sucking on him like your own personal lollipop, while your hands traced circles so gently around the bone of his hips, had him whimpering and crying out in a way he never expected.

Out of pure instinct, he attempted to close his thighs, seeking some form of control, but you were quick to deliver a sharp slap to them. He moaned at the sharp pain, surprised by how much he enjoyed it. Your mouth slowed its motions around his puffy tip, and your fingers dug into his thighs harshly, eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain that he found intoxicating.

He couldn't contain himself from the overwhelming stimulation, hot tears forcing themselves from his lash line as he let out slurred words of pleas and thank yous. His bottom lip trembled uncontrollably as heat out the cutest of noises, making you clench around nothing.

"I can't, I can't..." he cried out, his desperation evident as drool pooled and spilled from his lips. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" He whimpered, his release pulsing down your throat as you eagerly swallowed it down, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

He arched his back, the edges of his vision almost going black as waves of ecstasy washed over him, leaving him utterly spent and completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience.

You popped his cock out of your mouth, taking in a huge breath as it twitched several times, still slightly hard. Standing up, you made your way to your bag while Izuku lay on his back, his body still shaking from the leftover waves of his orgasm. Taking out a water bottle, you took a few swigs from it before addressing him.

"Okay, we're even, right?" you asked, turning to face him.

"H-huh?" Izuku mumbled lazily, his mind still clouded from the pleasure.

"This is for giving me head earlier. Fair's fair, right?" you clarified, taking another drink.

"I didn't... I didn't want you to come over for that..." he struggled to sit upright, his expression earnest. "I would never, um, ask you to do that for me..." he cleared his throat, words slightly shaking from embarrassment.

"Really? Huh," you rummaged through your bag again, pulling out a pack of gum and popping a few pieces into your mouth. "What did you want, then?"

"I wanted t-to spend time with you... just... be with you..." he admitted, his eyebrows knitting together slightly.

"Ah. No," you replied bluntly, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.

"I have shit to do. Bakugo and Kirishema have a study group tonight that I'm going to."

"Oh, they do? I didn't know," Izuku responded, surprised.

"Yeah. They invited the class."

"But I wasn't invited," he laughed nervously, feeling a pang of disappointment.

You raised your eyebrows and nodded. "A-ah, I see," he looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Aw, poor, poor Izuku," you teased, putting your hand on his cheek before giving it a playful slap. "Get over it."

"Yes, of course, wise advice," he grinned, rubbing his cheek slightly. "Thank you."

"If anyone asks why I was here, just say we accidentally switched book bags or something," you instructed, already heading towards the door.

"Not a problem," he replied, watching you leave. Once the door closed, he covered his mouth to prevent himself from squealing.

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starboybutler · 1 day

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“Can’t you handle it, baby?” “I can-fuck, I can handle it.” w trans buck

"you're shaking,"

gale flushed darkly at the observation, his chest heaving under his cream-colored binder-- which he had vehemently insisted on keeping on, despite john's concern for his ribs.

"sorry," he mumbled, embarrassed as he tried to steel himself. "i've never-- a-and you're so big--"

"shh," john hushes, big warm hand caressing his side as he ruts the head of his cock against his dripping wetness. "it's alright, just breathe for me, yeah?"

his voice was all soft and low as he allowed his cock to venture down further, the bulbous head snagging against his virgin entrance.

"ah," gale sobbed, back arching up as john began to press forward, allowing inch by painful in to begin breaching him. it burned, it hurt so much-- but he was determined to stuff as much of john inside of him as possible.

he let out a whimpering cry as john stopped, the thick head of him resting just inside of his virgin cunt, the rest of his length twitching with need.

"hey, breathe, baby," he purred, rubbing circles into his hipbones softly. "you're cryin'. we can go slower, if you can't handle it--"

"n-no," gale hiccuped, sitting up on his elbows shakily and grinding his hips down, shuddering at the sensation of john sliding further into him. "i-i-- ugh... i c-can handle it,"

his voice was already wrecked from crying, fat tears falling from his pretty eyelashes and down his flushed cheeks as he grabbed john's wrist, guiding him to rub circles into his clit. "i-i can-- i can.."

"jesus," john grunted, hips twitching upwards ever so slightly into gale's heat. "you're so fucking beautiful. can't wait to ruin you."

#gale #john #mota #asks #college au #buck x bucky #azzy blurbs

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cosmiccroak · 1 day

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more college au doodles but this time based on how my husband (@anxi0usanarchist) came out to me as trans and how i responded. its been almost 10 years now xD

#my art #fanart #mahou shoujo madoka magica #puella magi madoka magica #kyoko sakura #sayaka miki #college au #pmmm

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steddieunderdogfics · 1 day

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In here are some important pets: Pyjama Pants by redfoxfern

Pyjama Pants by redfoxfern

Rating: Explicit

88,230 words, 11/11 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Aged-Up Character(s), and they were ROOMMATES, Eddie and Steve Specifically, POV Eddie Munson, Underage Drinking, for some of them, Recreational Drug Use, Frat Parties, Pining, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Accidental Coming Out, but it's fine, Eddie's In Love with His Roommate Oof, Warm Fuzzies, holiday vibes, Christmas Fluff, College, The Fruity Four, Eventual Smut, But Eddie has to pine a lot first, Miscommunication, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Drunken Coming Out, Minor Violence, Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Going to a concert and drinking four vodka sours, Steve Harrington's "Trying to Get Laid" shirt, Bar/nightclub, Jason Carver is a dbag what's new??, Gazing into Each Other's Eyes, Overprotective Steve Harrington, spring break!, Beach Trip, College graduation

Summary:

"Five days since Steve’s accidental outing. Five days of pretending to act completely normal like he wasn’t having a coronary. They hadn’t really talked about it again. Because Eddie refused to let it be a big deal. He didn’t want Steve to freak out. But now everything was…magnified, intensified, exaggerated. Like now, he was hyperaware that their thighs were touching as they sank into the fabric. Five days of really cold showers. Steve shifted, threw a leg into Eddie’s lap to be more comfortable. Because it had never mattered before, because they were close friends, because physical contact was not an issue. Because Steve wouldn’t pop a fucking boner with his roommate sitting on him." In other words, it's senior year at the University of Indiana. And Eddie just found out his roommate of four years, his best friend, the guy he's head over heels for--likes dudes too.

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#steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #steddieunderdogfics #challenge monday #pets #college au #modern au #hurt/comfort #domestic fluff

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