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aaravos-answers · 11 months
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(College student anon 📚) I passed all my exams!!! My exams got off to a rough start (and end haha) but my lowest grade was an 80%!!!!
Well done, little one! This calls for cake~
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im really hoping you and your followers can help. ive been looking for this fic for what feels like decades. it's a sterek mates fic. I believe the hale family is still alive or at least just Talia. I remember the alpha pack showing up to hurt or take stiles and there's a fight or confrontation on stiles' front lawn and Jackson comes to his rescue. Derek shows up and fully wolfs out and gets super protective. im so sorry I can't remember much else....
Hi anon! @dramione321 found this one.
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What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
(7/7 I 196,137 I Explicit I Sterek)
“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”
Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.
“What?! What was that sound?!”
“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.
“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”
“Mike,” she argued.
“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.
“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.
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mrswint3rs · 3 months
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Can you do a Zeke one?
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𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ᯐ
pairings- Professor! Zeke x Fem! Reader
a/n- i love this man with all my heart // not proofreading bc if i do i’ll cringe and delete the whole thing
cw- Teacher x Student relations, fantasizing, some mentions of guilt, public masturbation, age gap (reader is early 20s / Zeke is mid 40s), unprotected sex, use of praise as always ❦
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In all his years of teaching, he’d never had a student quite like you. Never had he even considered looking at one of his students as anything more. Then you came along. Or rather, he did.
It was good to start a clean slate every now and then, to get a chance at doing something new. So he decided to take a sabbatical leave, temporarily parting from his home country.
It wasn’t the first time he had traveled to the states, but teaching there was a different story.
Seemed phyc was a more common course to take for a GPA raise rather than it was important. Most students didn’t take his teachings all that seriously, handing in the most atrocious attempts at an essay.
No one engaged in his lectures, even when he made an effort to make them more interesting and interactive. They all just lifelessly sat through each day, like his words went in one ear and right out the other.
Only you seemed to be interested in actually learning, laughed at his dry humored jokes when none of your other peers did. It was his only motivation to get through each day. He considered going back to his roots. It all felt sort of pointless, like he wasn’t getting through to anyone.
Sure his lessons and theories were a little old fashioned and boring at times, but he didn’t think he was all that bad. It was what he worked so hard through his youth for. He was pretty confident in all his knowledge and wanted nothing more than to provide his insight which you finally gave him a chance at.
You never skipped class, always turned in assignments on time, and you actually participated. Every question you’d be the first to raise your hand, most times you’d be the only one to do so. You even went out of your way to speak with him after class ended, either questions about the lecture or just to talk to him in general.
He knew he shouldn’t favor his students, but really he couldn’t help it.
You put so much effort into studying, and it showed in all your test results. Exams were a breeze for you because you actually heard him when he spoke. Always front row.
He looked forward to seeing you there, probably more than he should. And he absolutely despised seeing you talking to your other teachers. He could only hope he was your favorite.
It was that jealous build up that made him realize just how much you started to cloud his thoughts.
He started to favor you so much he could hardly see your faults. Any mistakes on your papers, he’d ignore, just to see you beam at his approval when it was handed back. Not that he needed any excuse to praise you, you were without a doubt at the top of your class even without his foul play.
In no way did you try to provoke him. You were a humble girl, just trying to get your credits. Yet he couldn’t help but wish it was something more than that.
The way you looked at him, as if waiting for something. He couldn’t resist the feeling of wanting you. And that want was gradually shifting into a need. No woman in his age group ever got him that needy. Only you and your possibly yearning gaze.
He grips his cock, stroking to the thought of you like a mad man after class. Nobody came into his office after lunch hours anyway.
He cusps his freehand over his mouth to silence his pathetic groaning as he fucks into his other one, closing his eyes tight and imagining you at the front of his class. Just sitting and listening to him so intently. You were so innocently enticing.
Just the thought of you doing something so normal was enough to make him lose himself.
It was so morally wrong and he knew that deep down. It only made it feel more thrilling, making him shoot spurts all over the underside of his desk.
God, he was a sick man. Completely thinking with his dick as if he was a teenaged boy again. He felt like he needed to be baptized or something.
But even with the aftermath guilt, his need for you was unwavering. He just didn’t know how to get closer to you. You probably didn’t see him that way. He didn’t think he fit the role of the ‘sexy professor’ that all the girls fawned over. He was just a dorky middle aged man trying to be what his parents wanted him to be. It was more than likely that you only saw him for what he was.
It was normal to have at least one teachers pet. You just tried harder than most to be successful. If you want something, you have to earn it.
You knew that all too well. Which was the real reason behind your commitment to his class.
Sure, you needed those credits and a straight grade, but those weren’t your main concerns. The second you stepped foot in that room and laid eyes on him, he became the whole focus point. He was beautiful and not in a self absorbed way, which was so rare. It was like he didn’t even realize how appealing he was, and you wanted nothing more than to show him.
Anyone could take notice of how awkward his lectures were. When he tried to interact and joke around and they were all so blandly silent. You felt bad.
Soon, you started putting yourself in front of him as much as you possibly could, becoming one of the only ones to make an effort to engage with the poor man. It was clear he was trying his best.
And he was an excellent instructor. You weren’t all brains, and his lectures made more sense than any of the previous. To you, everything he taught just clicked. You were fascinated by his witt, even his profound opinions. It was the only class you didn’t feel obligated to attend.
At first he was just eye candy. But over time you grew to actually appreciate his unique personality as well. He wore his heart on his sleeve more than he probably realized. You could read him like an open book. And it was especially clear how he felt in the way he looked at you, and that lopsided greeting smile when you looked back.
He seemed so happy every time you’d approach him after class. It was clear he was lonely. No one appreciated him the way you did, and you couldn’t understand why. It was beyond pity. You just wanted to see those blue-grey eyes light up, and for his smile to actually reach them.
And him in general.
You could hardly sit still at the sound of his voice going on about the ‘hierarchy of needs’. Well he was leaving out a major one.
You clench your thighs together tighly, shifting like you’re uncomfortable just for the friction from the seem in the crotch of your jeans, gnawing on your inner cheek like a dog with a bone. The last thing you wanted was to let a moan slip in front of everyone. Even you realize how desperate you were behaving. The man was just talking for fucks sake.
It was always so easy for you to take it in before, but now you’re not following what he’s teaching at all, only focusing on the rasp undertone of his voice. Imagining how it’d sound if he was buried deep inside you.
You orgasm so easily, making a mess inside your pants. You just hoped no one took notice of your writhing, and that he wasn’t looking at the way your eyes rolled back as you came so hard to the thought of him. Though a part of you wanted him to catch on.
Eventually your lack of ability to pay attention caught up to you. Your grades started to slip, which shocked him since you were doing so well before. He couldn’t help but feel concerned and he wanted to know the cause of the change. Which led you to being called into his office, with the door and blinds shut for privacy.
Where you always deep down aspired to be. Just preferably not for this reason. You never wanted to disappoint him.
“Have a seat wherever you’re comfortable,” he says, pulling up one of your recent works.
You pull out the chair in front of his desk, plopping down and looking everywhere but at him. Blatantly obvious you’re aware of the reason you were summoned.
“Forgive me for being vague in my email… I just wanted to check on you.” he says. “Lately you’ve been…sort of out of it. I just want to be sure you’re taking care of yourself.”
“No need to be concerned about me, Professor Yeager.” you immediately chime in. “I’ll pick up the slack.”
“I’m not as much worried about your grades as I am about you. You’re a very talented girl. I’d hate to see you struggle, especially on my account.”
“It’s not your fault,” yes it is. “You’re one of the greatest teachers i’ve ever had.”
And that’s one of the sweetest things he’s ever heard. He struggles to keep up his professional facade as those words come out of your mouth. Something he had wanted to receive throughout his whole career.
“Is that so?” he presses on. “Why is that? I fear i’m nothing short of the average.”
You breathe out, almost frustrated by his self undermining. “You’re anything but average, professor. In all aspects.”
You couldn’t be more obvious. The only way you were getting anywhere with him was by being flat out bold. Even if he turned you down, you couldn’t miss out on the chance to reveal yourself. It was nearing the end of his sabbatical leave. You knew he would only be there for one semester.
“In…all aspects?”
You wanted to curl up and die. You knew he was a bit of a loser, but thought surely he could take a hint. He had to have had a woman in his life at some point.
Instead of further delving into the details of feelings, you shoot your shot, leaning in to take his lips. No way to misinterpret that.
It finally clicks with him then. You wanted him all the same, came straight to him.
Next thing you know, you’re flat on your stomach, face smooshed against the smooth wood of his desk with his cock jabbing in and out of your drenched cunt. He didn’t have to restrain himself any longer, finally you were right where he wanted you to be. All those days of pumping into his hand were nothing compared to actually having you. Just as tight and eager as he imagined. He knew you were innocent on the outside, but nobody is ever fully innocent on the inside.
“Such a pretty girl,” he moans. “I’ve waited so long to have you like this.”
He hits that spot repeatedly, making you gasp for breaths. “s’ too good…” you mewl, your pussy practically swallowing him up whole.
“Thank you for being such a wonderful student,” he groans, hips stuttering as he feels you tighten around his length. “Taking me so damn good…”
“I’m so proud of you for how far you’ve come.” he adds, and you turn into a puddle. “All for me,”
He continues to rut into you, neither of you caring about the consequences. Your moans are so angelic to him. He wishes he could watch your face, look into your eyes while he fucks you. He just wants you to need him.
“Gonna cum, Professor!” you warn with a whine, only urging him to pick up the pace. He hooks his arm underneath you, rapidly rubbing your puffy clit to break you further.
“That’s it…” he pants. “Cum with me. All over my cock.”
“ Give it to me, please.”
You clamp down as you finally burst. The feeling takes you whole. Your mouth opens but no sound comes out. You feel your body tingling from head to toe as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.
You’re put down to a breathless, whiny mess, unable to even see straight or think about anything but your teacher’s cock, stuffing you oh so full of his cum with no regard.
He keeps going until it’s overstimulating him. He didn’t want to part from you. Ever. But as it got to be too much, he forces himself to pull out, releasing a pitiful whimper at the separation.
But you looked so beautiful, sprawled out and twitching on his desk. He couldn’t control the hardening of his cock again. He needed a break, though he didn’t know how long he could last without your warmth again. He needed to have all of you for himself. He’d never be satisfied otherwise.
“Can you take me again?” he asks, not wanting to tire you out entirely. You still had class after this.
You babble out repetitive pleads for more in response and he has to grip his length to calm the throbbing. He couldn’t wait, even for five minutes. You had him completely addicted at the first taste.
“That’s my girl.”
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beemovieerotica · 4 months
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punkitt-is-here · 1 year
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Found a dog to take care of for a bit, she knocked my container of spinach pasta off the counter and started eating it. I am still fucking bothered, I worked so hard and it just got dumped all over the floor
damn that sucks. but have u heard of these funny buttons
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becomingmina · 2 months
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oh I forgot to mention this, can you maybe use the name kitten somewhere in there, like randomly?? please? ily
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Hey LOVELY, thank you for requesting and being patient!! 🥰
Your request is on the way IM JUST FINISHING UP AND PROOFREADING — SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG 😭😭😭
BUT here’s a little sneak peak 👀💓😳
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"You're totally not coming to the party?" Minho asked Hyunjin who was sat at the lunch table, eating his huge burrito. Seungmin, Felix and Chan were also there chiming into the conversation.
"Who's going?" Hyunjin asked, a mouth full.
"Just the usual.. us. So, Chris, Bin, Jeongin, Yejl.. and then half of the third years are invited," Hyunjin doesn't look too interested. Don't get the wrong idea, he loves his friends and parties, but he had also seen them every single day on campus, so he had no fear of missing out.
'..oh and Y/N says she's going to come too," Minho blurted, playing full attention to his friends reaction.
Hyunjin's ears perks up at your name, his cheeks suddenly growing pink as he looks back at Minho.
"Actually.. I'll come. Haven't been had fun in a while," Hyunjin drops the eye contact when he notices Minho's sneer. "You want me to bring anything?" Hyunjin continues a little twitchy, playing with his food.
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nrc-confessions · 3 months
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You literally cannot understand the appeal of jade leech. This is why i hate other dorms, theyre literally SO dumb. He's capable, cunning, beautiful, strong, 6'2, passionate about the things he loves, athletic, he's not afraid to try new things, got good connections, did i mention he's 6'2, and best of all, his twin is just as lovely.
Maybe you should educate yourself on leechianity (my religion) before you start talking shit. You think your wack ass blog VPN will save you? Don't make an enemy of Ignihyde students.
thank you for your confession! BRO THINKS HES IDIA SHROUD 😂😂😂 no but what u dox us and then what??? we all go to the same school man?? why don’t u meet me in the mostro lounge dry storage and we can talk this out there 😍😍
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madmanwonder · 21 days
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(prompt crossover student roomates au) mulan invites her new friends ariel and tinkerbell to her room. it is when her new roomate, sora, is changing.
"Hiya you guys! My name is Sora Osment, your friend new roommate and best male friend!" Sora greeted Ariel Neptune and Tinnina "Tinkerbell" Bell with a cheerful voice and wide grin on his adorable face.
Mulan looked at Sora with a flat look, looking up and down at his half-naked frame and his lean, muscly figure that made her two new friends, Ariel and Tinkerbell gawked and drooled like a pair of horny dogs eying a fine cut of meat.
"你他妈的白痴 (Goddamnit you idiot)." Mulan said under her breath speaking in chinese as she facepalm unable to believe how much of a himbo he was thinking this was normal.
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Bakugou flicks your forehead when he’s helping you study and you get a question wrong, but when you get it right?
That man is all over you to give you kisses, riling you up just before the point of no return, only to pull away and insist you continue until you’ve gotten every question right. 
He calls it motivation, you call it torture.
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shepscapades · 8 months
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... ms shep shepscapades are you a college professor
not at this rate!
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aaravos-answers · 1 year
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I'm the college student from maybe a week or two ago? Everything is done (for now) two exams, a quiz, read three books and five papers. (Please don't ask how much coffee that took hehe) I'm back for the kiss~
Well done, starling! I do believe I owe you now~
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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 7 months
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Hey, I 've been looking for a fic since forever, maybe you can help.
It's a sterek, Stiles is away from the pack for college and Derek is making the renovations in the Hale house with a room for everyone in the pack. Derek is always asking Stiles for advice because Stiles is his mate, but Stiles is totally oblivious and pining while thinking Derek is in love with someone else. Thank you for your help
Hi @sillyrabbitbloggingfromacave! @irat-that-s-me says it's this one.
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You’d Be So Good To Come Home To by SylvieW
(1/1 I 5,073 I Teen I Sterek)
In Stiles’ final year of college, Derek decides to rebuild the Hale house. He keeps asking for Stiles’ opinion on the house plans. Stiles doesn't realize that Derek is building the house with a mate in mind.
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maximotts · 3 months
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hi not sure if it’s an american thing but what actually is a sorority girl 😭😭😭
A sorority is a student organization/club of sorts, particularly at colleges! They all have different sets of greek letters and have different values or focuses but typically you have to go through the recruitment week and then pay to stay in every year. So in any given sorority you’re looking at, you’ve got your sorority sisters and there’s a president and other council and then other members!
Depending on the sorority chapter and college setup, some of them them (like Wanda and our dear reader) live in a house dedicated specifically for people in said sorority; those are the ones who tend to get categorized as “sorority girls” bc they’re more involved in activities and the sisterhood of it all!
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ruthlesslistener · 11 months
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What would you do if I dumped many tiny pks in your arms
make shrimp fried rice with them probably
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nrc-confessions · 1 month
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LILIA FOUND ME IN THE HALLWAY AND HES CHASING ME TELLING ME TO TRY SOMETHING HELP IM NOT EVEN IN HIS DORM SEND HELP -silly Pomefiore student
Thank you for your confession!
RUN RUN RUN AS FAST AS YIU CAN AND HIDEEE HIDEEEEEE
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madmanwonder · 2 months
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[Prompt, Crossover College: Art Student] While most of the class is told to draw something else, 21 makes Izuku draw her. She gets into a very suggestive position as she teases what she plans on doing with her favorite student as he draws her. Maybe his head in between her legs. [Flirt, Student-Teacher]
Android 21: Today class you are going to draw something of your choice.
The entire class cheered at the assessment from the bio-android, with Izuku smiling a thousand-watt smile as he was eager to draw in the beautiful scenery-
Android 21: Midoriya-Kun on the other hand will be drawing me instead. Maybe with his cute head between my legs~
The green-haired was openly gawking at the suggestive and forward art teacher who was openly and shamelessly flirting and spreading her legs with him in front of the entire class, his fellow male student glared at him in envious hatred and the female student look at him with disapproval look as if they blame him for their art teacher acting like a loose scarlet woman....
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