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dulcealuf · 1 year
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amazing/ultimate student-slash-genius ⭐️👑
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I wish real life academia was more like The Magnus Archives because I'd much rather face otherworldly evils than have my research blocked by INFINITE PAYWALLS. Jonathan Sims might've suffered immensely and nearly ended the world but at least he didn't have to cite inaccessible sources.
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achillean-knight · 4 months
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Desperately need Michael angst. Pretty pleaseeeeee?
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The Bite of 87
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gothfeedergf · 1 year
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Public feeding pt 2
disclaimer: nsfw
As he took a bite from my plate, I felt a sudden urge to feed him, to watch him eat until he was completely stuffed. 
Without thinking, I picked up my fork and started feeding him, bite after bite. He ate eagerly, his eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal wash over me. 
"You like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice low. "Feeding me, watching me eat like a pig." 
I nodded as I continued to feed him. He groaned as he took another bite, his hand moving to rest on my thigh. 
"You know what happens when you fatten me up like this," he said. "I get so fucking horny, and I need to fuck you senseless."
I grinned at his words, feeling a familiar heat start to pool between my legs. "Is that so?" I teased, feeding him another bite. He nodded with his mouth full.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You know what I want to do to you?" he whispered. "I want to bend you over this table and fuck you hard while everyone watches. I want them to see how much of a filthy little slut you are, getting wet just from seeing me eat"
I squirmed in my seat, feeling exposed and aroused. "Shut up" I muttered, shoving another forkful of food into his mouth.
He chewed and swallowed the food, but he wasn't done yet. He trailed his fingers along the inside of my thigh, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through my body. "Oh, come on," he breathed "don't pretend like you're not enjoying this. I can tell how turned on you are right now.”
“You won't mind putting on a little show for me right here in this restaurant, will you?" Before I could even register what he meant, his fingers were already inside of me, stroking and teasing. I gasped and dropped the fork I was holding, the clattering sound of metal against porcelain drawing the attention of a nearby table.
He placed the fork back in my hand and I knew exactly what he wanted. I started feeding him, bite after bite, while he continued to pleasure me with his other hand. 
I moaned softly as his fingers slipped in and out of me easily, and he chuckled. "You're so responsive," he murmured. "I barely even have to touch you to get you wet."
"You know what I love about you?" he continued, his voice dripping with seduction. "You're such a dirty little feeder, feeding me like a pig and getting off on it. It's like you want me to get so big and fat that I can't even move, just so you can have your way with me." 
I couldn't deny the truth of his words as I squirmed in my seat, and despite my efforts to maintain composure, he made it impossible as he continued to play with me. With each stroke, his fingers curled and twisted, hitting all the right spots, while his thumb rubbed my clit, causing me to gasp and grip onto the tablecloth.
"I bet you like that idea, don't you?" he said, his voice low and seductive. "Fattening me up, just so it feels better for you when we fuck." 
I tried to keep calm and continue feeding him, but he was making it nearly impossible. He squeezed my thigh under the table, a clear demand for more food.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked when he noticed I stopped feeding him, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "Or do you want me to keep going until you come all over my fingers?"
I nodded before picking up another forkful of food and feeding him, my body trembling with pleasure. He ate it eagerly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Fuck, that's good," he groaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction as I watched him enjoy the food I had fed him.
"You've made me so fat and greedy, you know? It’s because you’re always feeding me like this," he continued, slipping another finger inside me. "And you've made me so damn horny in public, teasing me like a little slut."
"Fuck," he muttered suddenly, breaking the rhythm of his fingers inside me. "My clothes are getting a bit too tight." he complained, tugging at the waistband of his pants.
I couldn't help but smirk at his complaint, knowing that I had caused him to eat beyond his limits. But he wasn't amused. 
"You think it's funny, huh?" he growled, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me close. "Wait until we get home”
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cosmic-d1ce · 6 months
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Can't believe q!Wilbur had the audacity to tell q!Phil he wasn't doing enough to find the eggs.
This man leaves for months, leaves his daughter alone without contact, leaves Phil in charge of 2 children by himself and comes back TO TELL THE FATHER OF HIS DAUGHTER THAT HE DOESNT CARE.
Phil cares so much about all of the eggs. He has done everything in his power to get these kids back. He has spent months caring for two eggs alone. He logs in three days a week to care for a child that isn't even his. Everything he has built was for those kids. His entire time on this island was spent caring and providing for Wilbur's daughter.
Wilbur comes back, sees all of the work and time and effort that Phil has put into giving Tallulah a good life and still has the gall to say he's the only one that cares.
He comes back, sees the plans and the community and the care they all have for their eggs and has the audacity to say he's the only one that cares.
He sees all of these grieving parents working together to grasp at any straws or clues or hints they could have as to where their babies have gone and says he is the only one that cares.
He has not been here. He has not and will not experience the things Phil has. He does not know his daughter. He does not know the pain of losing a child that is truly his.
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arvoze · 2 months
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technically, as brothers, you kind of share the family issues.
(everybody else is pretty bog-standard, all things considered).
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handjawab · 3 months
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bullying tw
Note: This is heavily inspired by that scene with Flash Thompson and Peter Parker in the Amazing Spider Man movie.
bully!Bakugou who is self-aware...
He says the worst possible things to you regularly and is an expert at making you feel like shit. He prides himself in knowing what buttons to push and exactly when to push them to make you feel like you don't deserve to take up space. As a result, he's attentive so when you're hurting and it's not because of him, he's the first to notice. And he's... weird about it.
You've been moping around all day and Bakugou's just decided he's going to get to the bottom of it, "Oi. What the hell's wrong with you?"
You ignore him.
"Don't fucking ignore me. You know that just makes it worse."
"I'm just not in the mood today, Katsuki. Please."
"When are you ever in the mood, huh?"
'okay that's it," you get up and leave the room. He follows you. Because of course he does.
When you get to your class, he sits down right next to you and watches intently as you get your books out of your bag.
As the minutes pass, his presence starts to weigh on you. It was already difficult to breathe today, but he makes it worse. But you knew that; He never makes anything easier.
Before you fully realise what you're doing, you turn around, slap him across the face, and ask, "What the hell do you want from me?"
For a fraction of a second, a flash of murderous intent crosses his features but then his mouth opens slightly in what you assume is surprise and he puts a palm to his cheek, where you slapped him.
A couple seconds later, he relaxes his face, the corners of his mouth raising up slightly, "There we go... There she is," he coos, never taking his eyes off you.
You're stressed out and overwhelmed and you're tired of his shit (what's new). And the tears start streaming down your face. Because of course they do.
You're so fucking predictable and now you've slapped him.
Sure, he deserved it. But not today. You can't deal with another thing today.
You wipe at the tears violently, like you're trying to push them back into your eyes, anticipating what usually comes next: some wise-crack about you crying.
But he doesn't say anything. He just pulls your hands away from your face gently, like he's afraid he might break you.
He holds them away from your face and watches you struggle against yourself to collect your bearings. The tears don't fucking stop.
The scrutiny burns. He just stares at you. Expressionless. You should feel vulnerable but it feels like he's the vulnerable one in this situation — letting you see a version of him that's neither angry nor pissing you off.
He drops your hands and wipes the tears off your face with the sleeves of his t-shirt (futile action because they keep coming afterwards) and says, "do you want to skip class?"
You take a deep, ragged breath to avoid sounding shaky when you say, "yeah, that'd be nice"
He holds your hand like he's afraid to lose you in the crowd when he walks you through the corridors to an empty classroom.
"Sit down"
You don't react so he sighs and sits you down on a chair himself.
"and- stop crying for fuck's sake," he almost looks sheepish.
For some reason, you cry harder. You can't help it. You're hurting. He's being... strange and it's perplexing.
He rakes a frustrated hand through his hair leans back in his chair, and says, "okay. You have the floor. Cry. However long you need to."
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cringengl · 11 months
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Max complaining to a few members of the party about a fight her and Mike had and how she wants him to apologise.
Will piping up and saying: "it shouldn't be long until he goes to your place to apologise so don't worry!! Mike is always amazing at apologies so I'm sure this will get sorted out soon :))"
Everyone turning to Will in disbelief because the words "Mike" and "good at apologising" have never been uttered in the same sentence before.
(They have not experienced anything like the "it's Hawkins... it's not the same without you" line)
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overlord-of-chaos · 3 months
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“In season 3 I want Aziraphale this” and “in season 3 I want Crowley that”
You know what I want from season 3? A full rendition of Jesus is the Telephone Repair Man on the Switchboard of My Life.
fight me
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colourfulmes · 21 days
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They’re fighting….
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youngerfrankenstein · 3 months
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local-diavolo-anon · 9 months
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In the domestic au i made when y/n brings Sun or Moon around woth them during the day it always devolves in chaotic stuff no matter what
Sun insists in riding their bus and sit at the first row of seats, every single day and welcome passengers personally, despite being unable to talk, and then Y/n gives him 5 euros to go and grab some ice cream during their break/at the end of their sjift and every time he comes back with the biggest cup he could buy and pretends to eat it in your place
Moon climbs on top of anything he can see when y/n brings him outside in the late enening and you have no way to make him get down except pspspsing at him
He climbs on top of monuments, houses, historical buildings and street lights, he misses his wires and wants to be in high places like a cat
Both he and Sun HATE from the depth of their meral heart the escalators because moving ground conflicts HARD with their pathfinding protocols
So you either force them on amd off of them (because once they are on, everything else is moving so you're back at square 1) or ylu watch as they try to walk around the problem
Moon probably climbed the walls of the mall instead of taking the escalators at some point, maybe he stood on the handrails like a crab just not to touch the moving stairs
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ameamedraws · 1 year
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Conflict resolution
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lunaticmeap · 6 months
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Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng are an absolute banging tragic duo because they have the exact opposite take on their relationship with each other. Where WWX is like "I 'hate' you but I will still defend your happiness", JC is like "I wish I hate you but I don't." WWX tries to hang onto what shred remains of his relationship with JC and continues to apologise on JC's behalf, never unwavering with his support for JC's leadership, meanwhile JC is haunted by the love they have always had and has been trying for 13 years to be free of it, thinking his trust was misplaced.
Yet if a bit ironically, the reason they got to that stage in the first place is because they acted in the same manner towards each other, in that they both sacrificed so much in their attempts to protect and save each other in the name of love that, in the end, they end up tarnishing that love they were trying to protect to begin with. By the end of the series, whether or not their relationship is salvageable is never truly addressed, but it is undeniable that their attempts at loving each other has irrevocably changed them for the worse, and somehow estrangement from that deep love is the thing that will give both of them the peace in mind which they wanted for each other.
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mercisnm · 10 months
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The leader of the Brotherhood should know about that, she seems to know everything else.
Yennefer and Tissaia's reunion at the vault might just be my favourite scene from this (half) season I just need to draw it
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pinwheelaster · 3 months
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yea my boyfriend's pretty cool, but he's not as cool as me
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