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satoruhour · 6 months

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HIHII hope you are doing well!!!

I have a request but if you're not comfortable writing it's completely fine too!!

Anyways~ can you write something with University professor geto x top student reader??? They have a lot of sexual tension and geto continuously targets the reader in his lectures only for her to storm into his office after a test in which he didn't give her the marks she deserved just so he could piss her off and eventually leading them to blow off some steam together hehe-

HEJSJSH ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT REST OF THE DAY💗💗

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I GOT THAT DUMB D*CK !

a/n: hi cherry 2! saying 2 because i already have another cherry anon, thank u for waiting for this btw sorry this took so long omggg!!! i wanna make it similar to the short blurb i did here, but ill leave out reader being a camgirl! a lot of lore talk, just a warning

wc: 8k (sigh ....)

warnings: so much lore lol sorry, no beta we die like men, age gap (32 / 24), professor!geto, fem!reader, geto is also a cam worker, masturbation (both f and m), toy use during f! masturbation (vibrator), fantasising, pet names, praise, degradation, use of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, oral (m receiving, f receives briefly at the end), dumbification (ig?) face-fucking, deep-throating, spitting in mouth, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, cum eating, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

no one could really pinpoint the reason why professor geto had picked on you, called you out so much, and why you entertained the incessant questions. it was unbecoming of a prof., he knew, it was never smart to favour one person (negatively, in this case) in a room of bright students who could read between the lines. but he just feels himself so drawn to your furrowed eyebrows and words laced with venom, because at the end of the day, he can see that you aren’t all talk.

you challenge his views and you do it in a way that catches him off-guard. you propose insane arguments that you willingly would die at the grave just to find evidence for; or it could just be because he was staring too much at the way your mouth moved and your eyes expressed everything to pay attention to your words, finding that you were just too beautiful to be chasing a linguistics degree.

this was another thing: geto suguru could possibly have anyone he wanted. he was fine. shoulders pulled back in proper posture, hair either tied up fully or just halfway, and always, always wearing shirts with sleeves that reach his wrist. to that, everyone could see just how bulked the man was, top looking too tight all the time.

geto knew he was fine, too, because on top of (and before) being a professor, he found that he could get a good amount of money by just streaming — camera propped below his neck and obviously tight button-up shirt discarded to reveal his tattooed body, while he has his legs spread and the thirsty, horny comments flooding in on the platform. it’s been a norm by now, started from his uni days where he needed some extra money to support his fees and living necessities.

one year turned into two, two years turned into stagnancy during his third and fourth years (save for a few occasional streams), and up came a little funny graduation stream suggested by his best friend. geto had spent a good half ’n hour talking about his time in university and thanking his viewers, changing up the setting almost immediately by showing hard he was.

[uzum4kisl0ver]: YEAAAH we’re getting to the good stuff, thank u for feeding us so well these few years uzumaki-san!!

[minstash96]: Congrats on graduating Uzumaki-san!! I rmb joining during your third year and found out from everyone u were getting busier </3 but Im glad youre back again!!!

[g_bigdick_s]: fellas is it gay to support your best friend’s graduation jerking off stream

the flood of “yes”’s replying to gojo made the streamer laugh, thankful that his best friend had listened a little and at least changed gojobigdicksatoru to just his “G.S.” initials to avoid people finding his LinkedIn. from there, geto had gotten into the true nature of his stream easily, fishing out his cock to stroke and loving the sounds of tips coming in, the name of his alias Uzumaki continually commented. since then, it’s become a side hustle — finishing his masters, training to become a professor, it’s all natural to him, taking even further steps to make sure he isn’t found out.

exactly, he could have anyone he wanted — a fan from his streaming account, or one of satoru’s regular fwb’s but instead he finds himself drawn to someone else, you, the second year student in his bilingualism and multilingualism module that he has no trouble teaching despite his freshly employed status.

at the start of the week, the gods decided thought it would be funny to delay the campus bus that would take you to the english department for a consultation session with your professor. you couldn’t focus in lectures due to bad cramps, you were behind on your non-major related courses, the bad luck just seemed to seep into one day after another. you had woken up late, putting on a terrible outfit that no one really cared about, except your professor who just had a smirk on his face.

“if you notice, runes were created as they were spoken — spelt as they are said which almost look like ‘pictographs’,” prof. geto switches to the next slide with the runes and their meanings alongside a jumble of symbols that send the whole class into hysterics, “can anyone sound out the phonetics of these runes to me? hint: even though i said they look like pictographs, the first rune is definitely not an E.”

he was known for asking questions during lectures, pleased with anyone that would even try because he knew how quiet lecture theatres could get. he was exactly like that in university, too, letting satoru take all the attention due to the many unknown people in the same room. now, he found that asking the questions was a little entertaining, seeing the way students look back down at their laptops and avoid eye contact. but he doesn’t need to do anything and his body is already turnt towards you. he’s not even pointing physically, which he thinks he’s done a good job of restraining himself.

ᛊᛃᚨᚾᛖᛚ

“the words and names should be as they sound — so ‘s’ or ᛊ should translate into a ‘c’ since they didn’t have a C back then and it’s the closest sound to C. ᛃ can’t be ‘h’ because of the usage of H in hagl . . its pronunciation is different and plus, we’ll spell it how we say it, so maybe it’s ‘j’?” you mutter to yourself, an urge to answer the quickest, always. you aren’t sure where this streak came from, but you’ve been smart always, “sja . . it either can be chanel or channel since there’s a rule you can’t use the same rune twice in succession . .”

professor geto already knows you’d be the first to answer, raising your hand even without looking since you were still calculating the other four letters which you put together fairly quickly.

you take the safest route, “chanel, with one N.”

geto clicks his tongue and sucks in a breathe, “so close, miss (y/n), but it’s because i cheated a little on my part.” you can feel your blood boil and the grimaces of other students when he switches to the next slide and there’s a little grin on his face. it says — ‘there is no distinction between capital and small runes, nor can you use the same rune twice continually.’

“you are right, partially, but i did want to drive home the point,” which he’s sure you already know. “that words with two N’s or L’s or whatever, would only show up in the runic language as only one character.” your face morphs into something of annoyance and the grin on professor geto’s face only widens — that defiant, headstrong nature is something he loved, but the grin drops a little when he imagines something . . out of the classroom. his pants tighten.

you mirror him, clicking your tongue and reluctantly taking down the note in your documents before sinking into your chair — not even chō, you friend, could find the proper words to comfort you. you spend the rest of the lecture, sulking, unwillingly answering his incessant questions with a scowl on your face and a headache forming.

this never stops—

“miss (y/n)?” one-on-one meetings were the bane of your existence, but it was the only way to connect with your professors properly — here, geto calls you to talk about your latest essay where you were the last on the roster. by then, everyone has filed out with nobara waiting for you just outside the classroom.

“don’t have to call my name, i’m the only one here.” you mutter under your breath, and geto feels a little annoying today.

“what was that?”

“nothing—”

he hums, scooting his chair closer once you sit, and while you find the gesture a little weird, you’re overcome with just how good he smells and it only fuels your hatred more. it’s no fair that he’s so . .

“miss (y/n).” you sigh with an apology, frankly not ready to hear how he’d be attacking your essay. it was written on a rushed timeline, you didn’t cite your sources properly, you knew some criticism was warranted as much as you didn’t like to hear it from your professor’s mouth.

“. . you do know you can’t just rely on your brain, right?” geto speaks softly and you feel your heart flutter at his tone. he points to the places where you forget your in-text citations.

“but professor, information about syntax and phonetics just comes like second nature . .” you mumble, ignoring how he closes his eyes and hisses, “and all the sources on the internet say different things.”

“then just find a reliable one.”

you tsk, taking the paper from him and flipping to the next page, “well, i did one here.” the paper makes a sound when you press your finger into it, aware of how close you are. from here you can feel the heat radiating off his body, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.

“too long ago, needs to be within five years.” geto’s lying through his teeth.

“no, it does not!” you pull back and look at him incredulously. ah, the feeling’s gone, “not in language related papers, at least!”

“but that claim was from the 2000’s, miss (y/n), for all we know it could’ve been resolved by then.”

“then why didn’t you say anything about chō’s scholar article from the 1990’s?” you’re standing up, now, furrowed eyebrows depicting the very thing you feel: confusion, agitation at being treated like this. given you weren’t in the best condition when you wrote this essay, but you still gave it your all.

“her argument was about the interconnectedness between the romance languages — yours,” he punctuates while leaning back in his chair. you don’t like how your eyes flit down to his lap, but you’re forced to look up when he stands up too, “is about the use of ciphers in comparison to an immature language developed on the internet that created in the 2019s. any scholar claim before that would be void.”

your blood boils just like that day. alas, he had a good point, but like always, the gentle slit of his eyes and the all-knowing smile didn’t match the bullying he was laying on you and you despise it.

even! even, as you notice how there’s probably less than a inch between your faces as you puff out your chest to look more intimidating and yet geto suguru towers over you. and even when your heart beats loudly in your ears, feeling his hot breath fan over your own face while you don’t miss how he licks his lips and glances down to yours not-so-secretly.

you swallow at the silence, until there’s the annoying notification of his Outlook cutting the tension and soon you’re snatching the essay from him, walking to where your bag is. although you want to let your anger overflow, all you say is a tame, “noted. thanks, prof” with a glare, eye twitching.

you made sure to slam the classroom door with shaky hands . .

. . but you’re not very good at capping your rage. “i swear to god! he better fucking check his mirror and admire himself because soon i’m going to beat him up so bad that everyone can’t recognise him.” geto’s lips turn up in a small smirk at your flared expression he just witnessed — he just loves your dirty mouth and he finds himself thinking of it more and more often.

chō only can tut, “so you find him attractive?”

“what? how the hell did you infer that from my rant?” you scoff, shoving her to the side, not aware that your whispered outburst is heard as he’s packing up. he simply enjoys looking at you walk away through the glass slit of the door, hips swaying unknowingly.

“bad news, guys,” geto, or rather Uzumaki, sighs on screen, adjusting so the lens of the camera rested just below his collarbones. easily, his chat fills up with a mixture of horny comments and genuine questions, chuckling to himself as he unbuttons his shirt. he feels more like a sinner at this point, suddenly flustered with the confession he’s about to make.

“i think i’ve taken quite a liking to someone,” geto hums, hands going to his trousers to palm his bulge. he had to get home immediately after that, cancelling his meetings for the day. with a single text to gojo, the white-haired man was excited to hear everything about this new person, thankful that his best friend will finally not be alone.

[g_bigdick_s]: TELL US! TELL US!!!! TELL US!

but professor geto is lost instantly, imagining you as he massages his erection. thinking about your anger transforming into pleasure, into obedience for him as he forces your mouth down on his cock. oh . . how’d your mouth and hands feel, how’d your pussy feel.

geto groans, already removing his dick from the constraints, and pumping it to full length. he doesn’t even talk much, only the endless comments and tips reminding him he was still on live. spitting on his hand, he wraps his hand around himself again, thumbing the tip and hoping it’d be your tongue swirling around it.

what would you look like on your knees, taking each inch of his cock down your throat? would he be able to wipe the defiance off your face? would he be able to fuck his smart student, dumb?

“you need a good destress, woman,” chō suggests over the phone, voice a bit uneven due to it being stuck in between her shoulder and ear, “go on camstar or something, i’m sure you’ll find something hot there.”

“chō, i am not going on a porn streaming website! i’ll very much settle for my smut fics, thank you.”

“boo, don’t you get bored? i get that normal adult industry videos are super inaccurate but . . when was the last time you’ve watched an unfiltered, unedited jerk off vid? that’s the hottest.”

you scoff, “yeah, like you would know, miss complain-whenever-you-get-dick-pics.”

“that’s because it’s unsolicited! plus all the men who send me pics have ugly dicks. if anything i’m more open to get unsolicited pussy pics rather than consensual dick pics at this point.” your friend nonchalantly says, spreading her fingers to look at her manicured nails, “but anyway, prof geto is on your ass too much lately. maybe he wants to get in your pants?”

you don’t recoil at the suggestion as much as you expect to and you’re puzzled at that — “please never say that again.” just as you’re saying this, you’re typing in camstar.org even though you told yourself not to but deep down, you know that you’ve been craving more than just twitter links and porn with plot stories. on the front page, you’re seeing a video thumbnail of a guy with a fairly big . . feature, countless tattoos lining his body while you can catch a faint glimpse of his long hair in the dark room — it’s the only one that draws you in, other streams merging into a blur.

chō’s voice fades off when you notice just how popular the stream is, cursor hovering over the title (“just a ramblefap, need to release some tension”) almost tempting you to click.

“okay, will get back to you,” succumbing to your needs, you shamelessly grab your vibrator just as she cheers into the phone. you can hear that’s my girl! on the other side as you stifle a smile, bidding a goodbye before you settle into bed. from there, you do what you always do: relax for a few, slow your breathing, get yourself wet a little—

click.

The stream you have attempted to view has ended a minute ago. We apologise for the inconvenience caused. View more livestreams below:

you shove the vibrator under your pillow and bury your head into it, screaming.

“i mentioned in yesterday’s lecture that Latin evolved from the dialects of the Italic peoples of ancient Italy, or Latium, a region in central western Italy. over time, Latin absorbed elements from other languages, such as Etruscan and Greek, and it became the main language of the western Mediterranean.” professor geto rambled on in classic geto fashion — it was his passion that made him so easy to listen to, as with the many enamoured girls with googly eyes and the guys who wish they could carry themselves the way geto did.

you’d say the same thing: his love for his subject of study made him attractive — charming even — as much as you didn’t want to admit to your friend, but you’d be more open with your attraction like everyone is if he wasn’t—

[9:52am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] so fucking annoying and cocky and picking on me all the time!!!!!! im soooo sick of him im so serious omfg ....

but today, he’s looking less at you and more at other students, or even marvelling at the terrible paint job of the classroom as he goes from slide to slide. he talks about the derivation in which French separates from Latin, borrowing similar spellings and meanings from the old language while separating the way they are spoken.

“French is the most divergent of the romance languages because of strong Gallic and Frankish influences. The Celtic Gauls spoke a language similar to Old Dutch but adopted Latin as the Romans invaded Gaul.” you don’t even have to look at him to get him thinking of lewd things, spiralling into his fantasies ever since last night. geto is a little fatigued, too, having lost sleep over his fucking student which he just can’t help bothering. excitement at having you in class before is now turning into dread with every week that passes, and this week is just one instance.

“uh— i-i know you guys aren’t well-versed in either, but with your knowledge of both languages,” geto pulls at his tie. he feels hot, “discuss with your tutorial groups, the differences between the two and list down examples. just come up with one difference, but preferably name a few instances.”

[10:01am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] wish u were here im so bored 😭😭 profs acting so weird today tho

[10:01am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] is he looking hot and bothered, nervous ??? like he wants to cry? im tellin you he wants you fr

of course she’d come out of her sickness-induced sleep just to bother you about him having the hots for you.

[10:02am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] you’re so ... i swear pls shut up he may want me but i do NOT want him

[10:03am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] not even while you were just ranting about how his side profile looked a little too good in lecture yesterday?? anyway i hope you’ll be able to get that nut tn 🙏🏼 that guy on camstar sounded hot asf

[10:04am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] ikr i cant believe i got cockblocked by a fuckin livestream ending 💀 thank you fr i need it atp

“any progress here?” he comes out behind you and you slam the phone so hard you give the both of you a scare while your other friends exchange giggles with each other. what you don’t know, is how his arm is positioned upon the back of your chair and his whole body hovers just beside yours. you’re threatened to look, but you know if you do, you’d be falling deeper into the pit that you promised yourself not to fall into.

“yup, we’re just discussing things about how in terms of grammar, French has conjugation but almost no declension. but— uh, it rather uses word order to express some of the intricacies that Latin expresses through word endings.”

you can see geto nod from your peripheral, “good. good answer, any examples to show me?”

your friends nod towards you since you’re usually the one with all the information about different languages. they aren’t foreign to the way geto keeps calling on you to answer him, too, so you shouldn’t have any problem with this, right?

wrong. you’re stuttering through your answer, turning your head finally and being met with the sight of prof geto looking down on you like a deer caught in headlights. you think that being in lecture theatres, sitting near to the back and your hatred in general has desensitised you to the beauty of your professor, because being under him like this makes your core pulse uncomfortably and your voice shaky.

“. . hm? what was that?”

“i was uhm— saying how— uh,” the way geto nods at you makes you more nervous, painting you as someone who someone who had all bark and no bite, but the other knows very well that you had a nasty bite. you’re smart and witty, pretty, hot as fuck, and if anything, it’s taking everything in geto not to bend you over and show you your place in this very classroom in front of everyone, too.

“little lady got nothin’ for me today?” geto purses his lips and lets his teasing side take over, an easy-going smile taking over his features that you just want to kiss and slap off at the same time. wait.

“i didn’t get enough sleep because i was too busy trying to rewrite the damn essay you said i had outdated and missing sources for,” you speak through gritted teeth, feeling a mixture of arousal and pure rage for the man hovering over you.

geto juts his lip out in a pout, face getting dangerously close to yours and challenging you. he just hopes your two friends won’t say anything, “well, darling, if you picked an easier topic to argue about, you wouldn’t be doing that, would you?”

“well, sorry i’m always trying to outdo myself. are you, professor geto? what with your boring suits and black and white slide designs?”

you click your tongue and turn back to your phone to pull up your chat with chō while geto takes a deep breath, desperately hoping the hard-on wouldn’t show through his slacks. your other two friends only giggle even more at the exchange, because for the rest of the class, professor geto is on edge, unable to teach coherently.

[11:17pm, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] YOU DID WHAAAAATTTTT...???? GIRL YOU SAID THAT???!!!!!!

[11:18pm, (y/n) -> chō 💟] bro what if i get expelled.. i shouldnt have but he was pissing me off so much... i did put an apology in the end tho

by then, you’ve already submitted your rewritten essay, putting in a short note at the end for your behaviour in class. although you don’t take it back, you’re still trying to play it safe especially with how much you paid to get into university. you scroll along camstar, bored out of your mind and hoping to find something as compelling as the inked guy from last week, but nothing really draws you in. until you’re refreshing the page, and just like the previous time, the popularity of that same bulking guy seems to push his video to the top.

and finally, before you’re clicking into the video, you check out his profile: in his early thirties, started this account when he was 24 and in university. you smack your lips at that — he’s been doing this for almost ten years? that’s dedication. in curiosity, you scroll down his account, seeing the progression of which this guy built up his figure and tattoos that litter his body. he’s kept the same format, camera showing his body chest down until you’re lazy to scroll more, a little disappointed in not being able to find any indication of his face.

you think that maybe you saw a glimpse of that wrist tattoo that matched the tattoo on your professor’s wrist, but you could just be imagining things.

“alright guys . .” the man on the screen huffs, clothes already discarded to get straight to the point, and you’re recording a small snippet of the same guy you told chō about. “had a rough day today.”

the onslaught of comments going i can make u feel better!!! Take ur anger out on me Uzumaki-san makes you sputter and laugh, sending that video first before you’re taking another. your attention is stolen for a moment, seeing chō react with emojis to your video message (“let’s see what emails i got today, huh?”), but the structure of sentences that the man speaks soon brings you out of jollity and into shock.

“how cute, an essay sent straight to my email.” geto wants to do anything but look at emails right now, but ever since he’s gotten your rewritten assignment, it’s all he’s wanted to check out if it wasn’t for the many meetings and errands he had to run today. “yadda yadda . . oh?”

“i’m sorry for today’s lesson,” purposely pausing to leave out his name, geto continues on, “i shouldn’t have reacted in that way no matter the situation.” a smirk forms on his face while your body fills with dread. in your panic, you pull up your own document whilst catching all of this on camera, tracking each word as the man on camstar.org continues to say out your apology word by word.

and then bit by bit, you’re making out how the man behind the camera might, just might be your linguistics professor. the broad shoulders, the jawline, the long hair, the manspread . .

but even with your heightened combination of excitement and revelation, you don’t click away, blindly sending the video to your friend and then shamefully digging under your pillow to grab your vibrator.

“teaching people is so difficult sometimes, guys,” he grunts, pulling down his underwear and revealing his already hard cock. he lets out a shaky sigh as he wraps a hand around his shaft, “you usually get the people who won’t do any work, the ones who are absent half the time — usually they go hand in hand.”

professor geto laughs and you twitch at the lovely sound. “but . . there’s this one girl . . in my classes— f-fuck.”

you’re entranced, watching your professor masturbate in front of thousands of people who possibly didn’t know a thing about this man while you try to get your jaw off the floor, “who is entirely different from these categories.”

“she’s smart,” geto groans out and you watch transfixed as he starts to pump himself, hips grinding up into his palm, “she’s so smart that i’d want to get to know her one day and just talk about anything.”

“s-she’s so fucking attractive, too, you guys won’t even— oh goddd . .” you feel like you’re being watched, so you’re careful with how you’re putting your vibrator to your core and once you start it, the moan that leaves you lines up with geto’s deeper groans. it turns you on so damn much.

with his head tilted back, he’s long gone as he moves his hands faster and faster, the slick noises of his pre-cum and spit mixing in together — geto only wishes he could act on his desires once the course was over, but knows you’ll probably be mortified at the prospect. at least here, he can imagine that it’s your mouth or cunt doing all the work.

“s-shitttt . .” the professor sounds out, hissing when he thumbs his tip and even more pre comes spilling out and while you watch, you’re hypnotised by the beautiful moans in its perfect cadence and the thickness of his cock. by now his chest is heaving and he’s holding onto his bedsheets so tight you wish it was your thighs.

“i want to fuck her silly, fuck all of those stupid facts out of her head and get her dumb on my cock,” geto whines, hips fully bucking up now while you press your vibrator deeper into your clit. you’re left wondering how his mouth would feel, to shut him up by pressing him into your cunt until he can’t breathe, soak his stupid fucking suits, “want to hear her moan my name.”

you whimper at all the things professor geto swears he wants to do to you, grinding into your hand while he speeds up as well. he doesn’t speak, simply stroking himself as he thighs tense up and he squeezes his shaft with head full of visions of you in terribly lewd positions, making disgusting sounds, and all for him. it isn’t long before geto cums with a loud drawn out moan, shooting his cum onto his torso with a sigh before taking a sticky hand to his lips, licking it off — “i’d want to see my cum dripping out of her one day.”

that sends a chill down to your core, biting your pillow before you release softly all over your hand and vibrator; you spend the rest of the night watching professor geto’s other videos.

[12:32am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] oh. OH..........

“i should’ve just taken an off-day today, i do not want to get back our results.” chō rubs at her eyes and temples, wanting anything to do with the return of test marks, but unfortunately it was the week after midterms and it was inevitable, “don’t need to ask you though, you’re probably not worried at all.”

“trust me, i am,” you bite the inside of your cheek. it’s been at least . . two weeks after that whole debacle, and despite your intense vents with your friend and the continuous picking on by prof. geto, nothing out of the blue was happening. except, maybe, your growing physical need for your professor and your simultaneous, increasing hatred for him.

“it’s only midterms — you don’t need to worry too much since it doesn’t contain a high percentage. what you should be focusing on are your finals. we’ll work on your shortcomings and mistakes here so you guys will do the best when the time comes.”

and when professor geto comes around to hand you your test, all you do is glare up through your lids, taking it from him before feeling your whole world crumble.

“a B+?!” your mouth gapes open at the blatant 65/100 mark that glares back at you. you know that you would’ve gotten anything but a 65, willing yourself to study harder and harder just to rub it in his pretty little face that you weren’t falling behind in his class. at this point it’s got to be personal, so soon, you’re packing up your things angrily with the intent to storm his office after your other classes.

it’s late in the afternoon when you finally finish your other tutorials on a short fuse, him clearly getting ready to head home by the darkness of his office when you shove your way through the door.

professor geto is sat in a laid-back position, tie hung on the hooks installed in the office and a few buttons are unbuttoned, revealing the very familiar tattoos you’ve become acquainted with.

“to who do i owe the pleasure?”

“cut the crap, prof.,” you scowl, using your foot to slam the office door close. despite the late nights being buried in your sheets, you won’t let yourself be treated like this, “i deserved anything but a 65 on midterms.”

geto tilts his head, sitting up and gesturing out to you; you realise he wants to see your test paper.

“ah!” with a finger, he makes a show of finding for your obvious mistakes which was minimal — but the way he marks obnoxiously tells you everything you need to know, “here. your comprehension of the similarities between Latin and Ancient Greek was too surface level, you didn’t explain why—”

“i. did!” you press down into the paper like the first time, leaning over his table and reading out the exact answer you wrote just a few days ago, “here, since your blind ass wants to act like i wasn’t answering the question.” you push yourself into his desk more, eyes levelled with his. you dare him to say something smart.

“well, your explanation of the six cases in Latin left out the locative, the last one, and there were some problems in the conjugation that the test asked of you.”

“bullshit. show me, if you’re so confident.”

professor geto knows he’s hit a dead-end. he was telling lies, full of it, but he’s enjoying every second of the anger that translates into your features, of the growl in your voice. he leans back further the more you close in on him.

“nothing, right? so tell me, do you hate me that much?”

geto simply laughs, crossing his arms and reminiscing on the many nights he’s spent doing anything but.

“quite the opposite, sweetheart.” the name catches you off-guard for a moment, but your sour face returns soon enough.

“then what the fuck do you think you’re doing, picking endlessly on a student?”

your professor sits forward, prompting you to cower back. you think it’d be good to bring up whatever he’s got going on on camstar.org but you’ll wait to a good moment before you say anything about your trump card, until geto snaps you out of your stupor by towering over you. the sheer difference makes you swallow.

“because i like seeing you flared up and angry and mad.” professor geto surprises you with each second, the nonchalance in which he said it, the stupid, attractive smirk on his face. now’s the time.

you compose yourself, thinking of the best way to phrase this, “you know you’re not entirely safe, either, you know. i could report you with the frequency in which you’re picking on me.”

you point a finger to his chest, thinking you could get him to lay off immediately with this as much as you were hoping he wouldn’t. the attention was unwarranted but not entirely . . terrible, “that wouldn’t look so good on your record, right, Uzumaki-san?”

you relish in the surprise that seeps into geto’s pretty features but it’s a short-lived victory when he goes back into a relaxed state, expression neutral — “so you know.”

“know . . what?” your professor pulls away and walks around his desk, finally in close proximity to you like he’s always wished.

“how badly i want you.” he whispers, but doesn’t go past that, rather letting you figure everything out for yourself.

“‘. . fuck her silly, fuck all of those stupid facts out of her head’, right?” you mumble softly, not admitting to even chō that you had watched that livestream over and over enough to memorise the few sentences. geto wraps an arm around your waist to tug you closer, faces so close that you could just shut him up.

“go on.”

“you want me to go dumb on your cock,” professor geto mutters a correct which undeniably sends a thrill to your core.

“you want to hear me to moan your name.” “—want to hear her moan my name.”

a small smile spreads across his face (even if you left out the most important thing) as he finishes his own sentence with you, eyes clouded over with lust and your scent and he’s positive he can smell your soaked panties from here if he tries hard enough.

“that’s right.”

“sooo . .” by god, you fucking hated the man, but seeing someone stroke their cock to just the thought of you — how could you pass off such a good opportunity? “do you prefer professor geto, or suguru?”

geto groans at his first name usage, setting you on his desk and presses himself into you at the sound of papers flying to the floor, stationary falling to the ground. he can only hope no one walks in. he’s fully hard, loving how your legs naturally spread for him.

“whatever you want, baby.” and after, it’s all history with the way geto crashes his lips into yours, letting you pull at his jacket and shirt, practically ripping open the buttons to see his tattoos that you’re begging to see. slowly, he lets you trace them while he kisses down your neck, roughly pulling your sweater off of you. you have the cutest tits, packaged nicely in your bra which he has no trouble taking off. there’s a small sound that escapes his mouth when he unclasps your bra and your breasts come falling out.

“didn’t tell me you had such a nice pair . .” you giggle.

“yeah, like i would straight up tell my professor that.” with a hand, your hand follows the ink of his dragon that wraps around his body and torso, right down to his happy trail, “but i mean, you get the honour of seeing it now.”

with a squeeze to his bulge, you whisper, “maybe i’ll let you fuck them next time.”

geto lets out a little moan, “fucking minx,” before he latches his mouth onto your nipple, kneading the other greedily. a soft moan leaves your mouth as you knead his erection, a culmination of your combined groans in the quiet office. soon he’s giving attention to the other, a hand trailing down into your panties where he rubs your clit to test the waters, and he smiles into your skin at the way your hand falters and your head hangs forward.

“p-professor . .” it’s clear geto can’t wait, because he pushes a finger into you easily with how dripping wet you are, panties showing a dark patch of your juices. “s— so thick—”

“i know, baby, gotta stretch you out,” a soft pop! is heard as he comes off your nipple before he meets your lips in a sloppy kiss. he shoves his tongue into your mouth the moment he pushes a second finger in and he swallows your moans, letting you feel around his body to dig your nails in — it was just too damn much.

“so— suguru, your f-fingers, they’re so—” even with your protests, your hips grind up against his thick fingers that are pumping in and out of you, taking every last piece of fire in you as you succumb completely.

“what, miss (y/n)?” geto memorises the exact way all your previous blazing words are reduced to mere mewls and whimpers, alongside your pleas for more, more, more.

“i need something—” you whine when he pushes all the way inside, stretching your cunt so well as you clench around him like a vice and sucking him in, “i wanna make you feel good—”

you get at least a little resolve in the time it took you to say that, drunkenly unbuckling his belt before pulling his cock out. his tip is positively leaking, fingers curling instinctively in your pussy and your moans mingle together again.

“c’mon, prof, please?” geto tuts, reluctantly removing his fingers from your cunt which he wish he could spend more of his time in, but gives in to you as you switch positions, pushing him against his own desk. from there you’re going to your knees, marvelling at the cock you’ve watched on your very own screen.

“better than you imagined?”

you roll your eyes, “shut up or i’m blue-balling you.”

geto exhales forcefully, cut off when you put your mouth gently over his tip. you suckle on it like a pacifier, swirling your tongue around the mushroom head and looking up at him through your lashes; the sight is heavenly. the hair from his bun had fallen out, framing his pleasure-filled face, and the veins on his arms pop out so much from how harshly he’s grabbing the wood.

“f-fuck, baby . .” his words are lost once you start bobbing your head, encasing his shaft deep in your mouth as you suck and lick and slobber over his thick cock, using your hands to stroke the places you can’t reach. a choked moan weasels itself out of geto when one of your hands deviate to play with his balls, squeezing lightly at the sack while you continue to lick the underside of his length.

“take me like a slut, don’t you?” geto says breathlessly, fingers going through your hair to gather the strands into a makeshift ponytail, cradling your head to guide your mouth, but he soon starts to thrust into your waiting mouth.

“want me to fuck your dirty whore mouth?” your professor asks and you hate how much it turns you on as he brings you off to let you breathe for a moment. you stick out your tongue, big doe eyes just pleading to be used as your hands anchor themselves down to his belt loops.

“y—yes, prof., give me everything you got,” geto hums, seemingly satisfied with your answer as he taps your tongue with his tip, cock so heavy and thick it makes you whine a little before he shoves it in without warning. the moan that rumbles deep in your throat sends vibrations up his body and he starts a pace immediately.

“that’s it, that’s it—” you breathe through your nose as geto face fucks you, two hands covering the back of your head as he thrusts into your throat. your mouth’s just so damn warm and tight it has geto groaning non-stop while your eyes start to well up with tears. he uses you like a cocksleeve, abusing your throat each time his tip meets with it.

“fuuuckk— yes, yes, your throat’s so—” geto tilts his head back when he buries his cock in you, the deepest he’s ever been and your nose meets with his pubes, the smell of his musk and sweat making your eyes roll back in pleasure. suguru is all grunts before moving again, the gagging, gawking noises filling the small space.

“mmhm— mmf!” you moan around his length, trying your best to move your tongue along the underside of his cock. a hand goes down to quell the growing need of your cunt, slipping a finger or two in.

“dirty girl just can’t think straight when she has a— s-shit— cock in her, huh?”

you hum in agreement, eyes fluttering when you feel his tip twitch in your mouth and geto spills right into your throat with a long moan. your lids flutter close, taking as much cum as you can before coming off with a deep breath. strings of his cum and your saliva connect you to his cock, the lewdness of it all showing clearly in how sloppily you sucked your professor off.

“open.” and you show your tongue still full of his cum, taking the opportunity to lean down to let a ball of spit fall from his mouth. it drops painfully slow to your tongue, closing it only when you hear the rasp of swallow, “good girl.”

“think i’ve kept you waiting for too long, need to be in you,” geto brings you up by your upper arms, propping you up nicely onto his desk where you already start to leak into the wood, “do you want me to be in you?”

“only if you promise to stop picking on me, prof.,” you pout. really, a changed girl once you get some cock, huh?

“but you’re too cute not to bother, baby.” your pout deepens and geto feels a tug on his heart. oh, you were too adorable, knowing you’d kill him the next time he mentions this. he hopes they’ll be a next time.

“i mean it, suguru,” you murmur as he uses his tip to play with your juices, smearing it around your cunt. “treat me like a proper person.”

“can i at least treat you like a slut behind closed doors?”

you bit your lip, he’s asking for a next time, and who are you to reject him?

“whatever you want, professor,” you wiggle your hips along his cock, hoping for some friction which he grants to you with no problem, “use me. treat me like your cum dump.”

geto hisses at your tightness and your words as he bottoms out in you. he’s had your pussy once and already cannot get enough of you, moaning each time he moves in and out of your cunt. your walls hug him so snugly, sucking his cock in endlessly.

“baby, baby, baaaby . . your pussy’s so fuckin’— good—” he grunts into your ears, hips starting to thrust slowly into you. he swears he can see you in your tummy, asking you to look down, “look at how deep i am in you, sweetheart.”

you moan at just how big he was as you glance down, but you’re more focused on the way your pussy spreads for him, the cute veins on his length as he moves in you. you’re leaking so much that it’s effortlessly, the way he rams into you.

“sugu— suguru . . mmfuck—” geto groans upon feeling you rub your clit, your own hips bucking needily into his own as your juices start to drip down his balls. this was everything that he hoped would happen; your features morphed into pleasure, you descending into stupidity just from some dick, feeling your pussy, finally.

“hear yourself?” your professor proposes the question and you’re confused for a moment until he slows down and you whine at the sudden change, brought to attention just how soaking you were. the soft shlick, shlick, shlick sounds take your breath away, as with the translucent sheen of your juices coating his cock.

there, your professor resumes his pace, “hear how fuckin’ sloppy this pussy is for me. listen to her,” your senses are all overwhelmed: by how he hits all your sweet spots, the sweat on your back, your fast-beating heart and you let out a mangled whimper, “yesss . . that’s what i like to hear.”

geto smirks at how you can’t even answer, picking up his pace into a regular one. with his cock buried deep in you, you have no choice but to let your body move with his thrusts, jerking each time his balls meet your ass noisily.

“is this what the little lady needed? just some professor cock to get her to not be so damn uptight!”

“y—yessss . .” you’re delirious, “yesyesyes, suguru!” you squeal when he holds your legs up and pushes your legs into your chest, tongue lolling out at the deepness that he was in you.

“fucking slut,” geto mumbled, hips turning sloppy with fatigue taking over, but your cunt was just too good to stop, “where d’you want me to cum, baby?” he knows you’ll answer how he wants you to, especially after watching his livestream—

“i-inside— inside, pleaseplease,” the circles on your clit are messy, now, chasing your high more than ever, but your pussy is grasping onto him like a vice, prompting groans deep from his throat. “want your cum dripping out of me, prof—”

those words alone has geto shooting his load with a strangled grunt, switching to shallow, quick thrusts to pump you full of his cum. it comes out in hot, thick spurts, filling your insides more and more until it spills out the sides and you follow soon after, whole body convulsing from the intense orgasm you can’t stop shaking violently.

“take it— that’s it, attagirl,” he whines out, stroking his length to make sure you’re getting every last drop out of him, “take all my cum . .”

geto is sure he’s getting old by the way he feels lightheaded, having had to hold onto the edge of the table for a minute — but in that 60 seconds you’ve stumbled off the table and laid your chest over it, perking your ass up where your pussy continues to leak hot, white cum.

your professor takes one good look at your ass, hands going up to knead at them and spreads your cheeks. with his tongue, he eats his cum out of you, making your jerk at the sensitivity.

“oops, i’ve cleaned you up of my cum — guess i gotta give you a couple more loads,” geto props a leg up, eating you out, “it’s only right since my brightest student has suffered so much at my hands . .”

tagging @arminsumi @shidouryusm @suguruplsr @crysugu @slttygeto @suget @sonarspace @marimogf @hannzai <3 ok gn

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gayelderstourney · 9 months

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OLD MAN YAOI BRACKET ROUND 1

Propaganda:

Jean Valjean/Javert:

One of the OG enemies to lovers. In the novel and musical, Valjean and Javert have complex, intertwined, and mirrored narratives which make them a fascinating ship to analyze. Also, there is a lot of hot fanfiction about them.

javert chases valjean around for at least 20 years because he broke parole and that's a big plot point. (jvj went to jail for bread theft if it matters.) considering how long that is and how much javert feels the need to do said chasing around that's kinda gay. also at one point javert is employed by valjean (except he doesn't know it's him and knows him as m. madeleine) and then asks madeleine to fire him. because he thought he was valjean and wanted to send him to jail even though he IS valjean. but some other guy got framed instead so it checks out and then WAY later on the barricades javert gets captured by a bunch of college students and valjean sets him free. this causes javert to have an existential crisis because 'OH NO HE'S A CRIMINAL BUT HE'S NICE TO ME' and then he kills himself. (also they have a very awkward carriage ride together. along with the unconscious body of valjean's future son-in-law. after valjean was in the parisian sewers and therefore covered in sewer water.)

what if i was an escaped convict and also the extremely benevolent mayor of a small jet producing town who broke into people's houses to give them money. and you were a furry cop trying to arrest me anyway. and then i save you from execution in the June rebellion and you realise that the police are not a symbol of justice but authority and being a criminal in the eyes of the law is completely separate from being a bad person. and this fucked you up so bad you killed yourself.

fuck those twinks in les mis these are the real finest gay love story victor hugo ever invented. javert literally followed valjean across france for decades because of his psychosexual obsession with recapturing him. valjean had the chance to kill him and spared his life, thus jump-starting javert's entire emotional arc. they're deranged and obsessive and they should kiss on the mouth

javert threw himself off a bridge bcs he was so mad the guy he was obsessively chasing was actually a good person depsite being a criminal theres gay ass old man yuri here

When you build your entire life around the existence of a man you despise is that still gay or do we need to invent something that transcends homosexuality. Asking for a friend.

fellas is it gay to spend your entire life chasing another man to arrest him even though all he did was steal a loaf of bread

Ravenpaw/Barley:

kitties who were outcast from previous groups they were a part of and find and live with each other. they are canonical mates even though theyre both dudes. they grow old together, but ravenpaw gets cancer and dies before barley (he lives to be considered old in warrior cats years). however ravenpaw wanted to be in the same kitty afterlife that barley will go to, so they can be together in kitty afterlife. barley is still alive though as far as we know and might be the oldest living cat in the series now. also i just think its funny to call little kitty cats "old man yaoi"

#polls #round 1 #gay elders tourney #tournament poll #ravenpaw #barley #warrior cats #ravenbarley #jean valjean #javert #les miserables #les mis #valvert

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tragedy-peanut-gallery · 6 months

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Aaaaaaaaaaa thank y’all!! You’re incredible 😭 But yah! This is for you two amazing people and ONLY you two folks! Here be my ocs:

First one here’s Vaelora, she’s a daughter of Jaehaerys and Alysanne who isn’t close to her parents or many of her siblings so just chooses to live her life on Dragonstone. She’s born with a bit of a fucked up face but weird birthmark be damned, my girl can garden. She likes tending to Aegon’s Garden and has a massive amount of notebooks on plants and their effects, which is kinda good for maesters and healers in general in order to know what plants are good for medicine and what plants are poisonous- but unfortunately, she got those notes from testing on people and animals 💀 generally, she might be responsible for most animal deaths, since she hates most creatures that aren’t her sweet lil fucked up dragon Nightshade, but her favourite test subject of all is her son Aeryn, who’s his mommy’s specialest little lab rat <3 people started getting concerned that she might be a witch or smth but lucky for everyone! Vaelora’s found dead in her garden from apparent plant poisoning! No one knows what happens, but a few years later Aeryn also kicks the bucket from an unknown illness and Nightshade ends up as the Cannibal’s midnight snack so…. Yippe! No happy ending for any of these fellas!!

My second fella here is Naera, daughter of Daeron ii and Myriah! Surprise surprise, she’s named after her dear ol’ granny Naerys, and like her g-ma she’s worried she’ll have to marry one of her brothers but surprise! Daeron ii is anti incest so there’s no worries abt that! Butttt that means without having to worry about marrying one of her siblings Naera realizes she mayyy be a bit gay, actually very gay, gets a bit too flirty with almost every woman she encounters. But seeing as she’s not a guy that isn’t considered a good thing, she gets in a lot of trouble with her parents over it and is pressured into finding at least one singular guy she tolerates to marry, which is very not yippee. Anyways she finds a nobleman who’s genuinely kind and loves her but she only sees him as a friend who’s kinda ignorant of her constant affairs- but they have two kids so that’s kinda cool, she doesn’t really like them though. At some point she gets kidnapped by pirates and there’s a whole situation that ends with her cutting off her hand and tossing it to the captain, and also she kinda adopts one of her maid’s daughters to make up for the fact that she was a shitty mom to her own kids before falling down the stairs at the ripe old age of 58 and dying, yippe <3

#thank you for letting me rant about these sillies 😭 this might be my only post today-#asoiaf ocs #asoiaf fanart #this is totally a valid tag for this don’t worry abt it guys-

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6irlpet · 1 year

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i’m here and horny again bc i forgot to take my SSRI for a week. just sharing that i tried to finally sit down and make a kink bucket list instead of keeping a vague mental one and it was so long and disgusting that tumblr wouldn’t save it in drafts and it had to go in a google doc. also writing it made me so turned on i had to hump a pillow while typing

anyway here are some of the highlights

be choked until i pass out

get nipples & clit hood pierced

intox scene, be forced to get high then played with (may be happening this summer! fwb promised it, if i can allow myself to be vulnerable! we’ll see)

get spanked until i’m sobbing and begging and almost at safeword point

sleep in bondage in a cage (preferably both at same time and preferably this happens semi frequently)

roleplay an abduction, complete with being tied and put in car trunk and driven somewhere private to be fucked

roleplay cnc scene where i genuinely do try to fight back and get naturally overpowered

be pissed on ☺️ in general for humiliation whenever dom wants but also on/in cunt, in ass, and on tits ☺️☺️☺️

facesitting!!!!!!!!! i want to be smothered and pass out

be hogtied on stomach btwn partner’s legs under blanket while they watch tv or read in bed and i have to cock/clitwarm or just be squeezed between their thighs breathing them in until they want me

give consent for partner to slip edibles/sleep aides in my food one random night out of a given week and use me while passed out (bonus points for filming it and making me watch)

get hypnotized in person!!!!! a Lot. heavy brain fuckery. fellas is it gay to be gaslit and brainwashed

own & wear locked collar that only owner has key to

get obedience training with a shock collar

be tied down and have partner stretch my cunt going up through sizes of toys no matter how hard i cry until they can fist me, film the first time im fisted and upload it anonymously online so ppl can see when my cunt was ruined

give head in public bathroom and/or dressing room

mile high club attempt

get strapped down in immobilized hooded bondage with cock gag + fucking machine in cunt + inflatable plug in ass + wand on clit + hypnosis in earbuds and left for hours

have my ass and cunt and tits caned + belt + flogged (all three of them)

have a ruined orgasm from having clit spanked

have a period of 24/7 TPE being my partner’s slave, getting face slapped + bent over for spanking immediately if i touch or speak without permission or say things like “i think / i want” , forget what my neck feels like without a collar

have a period of time where partner does daily spanking + daily edging + daily bondage + daily brainwashing on me 🥺 i want to be a pet covered in bruises

wear one of them fancy metal chastity belts…. especially plugged + maybe dildo/remote vibe in if im good

be hypnotized to have certain triggers that dom will drop into conversation randomly so im their puppet whenever they want

lots of icky casual semi-public dominance, like toys under clothes and not being allowed to speak and being led around by grip on my wrist

be ordered to edge while on a long road trip + sit in passenger seat with legs spread so partner can slap and pinch and rub my clit when bored as they drive

wake up naked and tied to bed ready for torture!

sleep on floor or pet bed with collar chained to bedpost

have nipples pumped by one of those hardcore milk suckers while partner does uhhh whatever they want to the rest of my body and i endure it

be fucked in all three holes at once + be spitroasted ☺️

crawl and worship boots before being kicked onto my back to beg like a dog for my cunt to be stepped on, be mocked and ordered to hump it even though the boot sole grinds on my clit

be kept helpless in straitjacket + hooded + gagged, thrown in cage like that or try to squirm around until im paid attention to again

get to call a partner daddy/mommy…. it will change my brain chemistry forever i know it

get face slapped at random and called affectionate things like dumb cunt, dumb dog, stupid bitch, slave, fleshlight etc

be tied down and edged for hours until i genuinely can’t take it anymore and cry/beg and be told crying isn’t a safeword. continue until i do safeword out and still don’t let me cum, in fact ice my cunt and lock a chastity belt on before cuddling and make me thank them for not letting me cum

be trained to respond to certain commands with an action (like holding poses, getting on knees, presenting, cockwarm etc) (training can be shock collar if im not fast enough)

have scene being given orders in a language i dont speak and be punished when i dont figure it out fast enough

be forced to drink water continuously and try my best to hold as long as i can until i genuinely lose control over my body and break and piss myself + be mocked and punished for it even tho i never had a chance

be shared with partner’s friends (especially getting them off when they come over, everyone hanging out talking while im on my knees making sure everyone cums in my mouth)

have partner choose a piercing for me (bonus: get it done by kinky acquaintance so that i’m made to thank them with oral)

be in dynamic with random dominance/degradation whenever we have shared signal it’s ok (bracelet or something idk) like randomly being told to get off furniture and stay on floor like a dog, being casually told im not allowed to speak again til they say so, be free use for groping and fucking, have clothes picked out or not be allowed to wear any, can only crawl, etc etc literally anything they decide within hard limits

be fucked with an ovipositor so my cunt is stuffed with the eggs (esp duct taped shut and have to be uncomfortably full warming them for as long as partner wants)

have gag reflex trained and get face fucked

give head to dom who’s getting high and tapping out the ashes on my tits… im kneeling pathetically hoping they give me permission to grind on their leg…. let them put joint out on my skin (pubic area or ass especially)…. 🥴

be tied down to have as many ice cubes shoved in my cunt and ass as can fit, be fucked when they melt so i can barely feel anything

live in enforced denial, have no say over if or when i cum, no warning if they’re gonna ruin the orgasm when they do say they’ll let me cum, be under someone’s control and surveillance so im devoted and obedient and take whatever they give me + service them how they like

ok i think im running out of room but yeah.

i desperately need to get over my fear of being vulnerable and Naked and perceived with my extremely submissive headspace and just find another freak to play with omggggg

my fwb is down for most of this but im embarrassed of how i slip almost into a trance headspace when im aroused where im needy and pathetic and shameless and begging to be objectified and used … in front of s friend even tho i know shes chill rip 😭 so i usually top even tho i dont rly feel anything for it…i wanna do all of these and be in dynamic even platonic where we do all these and whatever else they want to get their stress out or amuse them 😔

god i get so turned on by the possibility of someone wanting to hurt and torment me like this … ahdjshdk there is a fucking puddle in my pants rn help

#kink bucket list #there now most of it lives on a second site if the doc ever goes down or i delete it

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bbakizz · 7 months

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Just watched bsd s5 ep11 and i have alot of words.

YOPY GODISKSOEOFJFJDN AHAHHHHHH BRAMMMMMMM OMG EH FOA WLLYL FOGT HID BAODY AND AYA AN DALL THE OTHER BITCHES ARE kiven O, SK HAPPY WHATTSUDJNEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Second of all,

Asagiri are u slash ess arr ess or slash jay you couldnt even give them a day of peace what the shit man

Who the dog was that floaty dude also fukufuku realness i knew fukuchi was a great character u fukuchi haters are such meanies give a silly old man a chance

Chuuyas teeth r gonna be spiky forever he was so silly this episode i genuinely couldnt breathe watching that bit

Chuuya ur a great actor wow you had the whole fandom fooled

This means that dazais gay ass speeches were literally for no reason and he was just being a little simp for no reason this is hilarious

ALSO FYODORRR NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NIKOLAI LOOKED SO FUCKING SAD AFETR HE DIED

Also someone please go help sigma

I bet fyodor isnt really dead though or sigma finding stuff out abt him will be pretty damn pointless if his ass is already dead

Akutagawa changing his clothes???? Is this a dream????? Also howd he change in 2 hours where did he get that shit from

So happy kunikida and tanizaki are alive

i KNEW FUKUXHI WAS A GOOD LIL FELLA

I teared up a lil when teruko started crying shes so sad i wanna hug her :(((

The flashbacks of them as kids got to me they were such little guys who jus wanted to be happy asagiri ill never forgive you for this why

Seeing kenji and techou made me happy so ill forgive this episode for now but ill definitely be cryjng about it later

ANYWAYS i was squeeling like a schoolgirl this whole episode so all in all pretty satisfied

I winder if the manga will be the same or if that was just an anime only ending

I hope this doesnt mean that theyr all actually still dead or ill literally end it all

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #chuuya #dazai #fukuchi #bram #aya #kunikida #nikolai #fyodor #sigma #tanizaki #shin soukoku #teruko

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Taps on window glasses

Yes, hi herrooo! I was wondering if you had any Taizo/Touya thots you'd be so kind to share? ((Your fic with them was so cute!!! The cardfight boys deserve more love!!!))

the glass is being tapped!! what do!! uwaaaaaa I am here....to give you rare pair food...ueiladkjfladsjf thank u for reading the silly fic. sobs they both deserve more love!! (Taizo more since I dont see as much as him sobbssss)

anyway THOTS

me joking about Taizo being Tonya's sugar daddy. I will die on this hill!! (I won't). I like to think Taizo tries to treat Tohya but. man. he doesn't really like to accept things (unless their cards). He's a little stubborn but if you keep pushing eventually Tohya will cave.

Taizo would like to recruit Tohya as like...a personal doctor/nurse?? Considering Tohya was like top of the class/school prior to dropping out Im P SURE this man can clean a wound and pull some doctor words and its like 100% right.

CEO man would offer to pay for his schooling (so he has a back up from card fights) and would just say he pays him back by working for his company. Does Taizo ever keep track of him working off his debt tho? Probably not he'd let him go free if he wanted to.

I KEEP FORGETTING TOHYA TECHNICALLY DOES KINDA WORK FOR HIM??? he has that sticker underneath his hoodie so like. sponsor??

okay but for some gay shit...I like to think Tohya would be kinda slow at realizing he's into Taizo. Meanwhile Taizo realizes and always has a really hard time holding back doing anything gay. (tfw ur hands brush when picking up a card and you have to not blush)

CEO with his personal cheerleaders....I feel like his assistants?? team?? everyone sees he's into Tohya and roots for him hehehe

fellas is it gay to sleep under the same roof with the homeless man you card fight with? aka I think Taizo forces offers his home to Tohya bcuz he is rich and jfc Tohya plz take care of yourself...eat food!! self care!!

Tohya treating Taizo to the little things...Imagine him taking him to some lil mom n pop restaurant that serves his fav food (I forget what it is that he and yuyu eat in one ep and they're like yeah good food even if its. childish??). Taizo isn't that pompous ass rich type so Im sure he'd enjoy the ambiance and difference there!! smaller and more comfortable places.

tbh...I dont think their parents would approve RIP. Taizo is an heir to a company and his dad probably wants offspring and Tohya...I hc that he is disowned after dropping out of med school.

I thought about how Welstra calls Bastion 'Basty' (I forget the spelling whoops) and just think that Taizo would give Tohya a lot of lil nicknames...in private at least.

#princesslocket #asks #bitway.txt #cfv overdress #idk what their ship name even is.......#tohya ebata #taizo kiyokura #this ship is just shower thots bcuz they hit me whenever im in the shower

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kolektsiakomah · 8 months

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FIONNA N CAKE EP 1 RANT . SPOILERS ‼️‼️‼️

oh my god you guys marshall and gary are so cool¿¿¡¡¡¡¿¿¿¿ they havent interacted w/ each other directly yet but god bless their hearts theyre hella sweet. the way marshalls eyes lit up when he took a bite outta that gingerbread or whatever fella........ thwyre gay gay homosexual gay. [also garys boss can go fuck herself¿¿¿¿ his fucking gingerbread guys are top tier amazing i know theyre so good and ill never even taste them]

BRUH LOOK AT THIS GUY. GIRLYPOP

also fionna rented her apartment from marshalls mom. and marshall and his mom dont seem to be on good terms. and fionna had a thing w/ dj flame but he dumped her UNJUSTLY MAY I ADD. I WOULD NEVER FUMBLE THIS WOMAN. she very well could be the most relatable character for me from any show ever. shes my highest kin as the youth say. AND WTF WHAT WAS THAT STATUE IN CENTRAL PARK. IS THIS BETTY. IS THIS BETTY AM I SEEING THINFS OE NOT IM SCARED SOME1 HELP⁉️⁉️

cake is hella cute shes dear to me. everybody probably mentioned this already but i physically cant hold it im so happy cake is a girl and is voiced by a man. this is such a fun fact not to mention it works incredibly well too. ive only ever seen this type of situation in bobs burgers which is a DARN SHAME we as a society really need to utilize this more. NOT TO MENTION that scene in the trailer¿

this one¿¿ where cake n fionna n simon are standing in some desert and fionna doesnt seem to have a shirt on¿¿¿¿ GOOD. SHIT. WHEN WE GET TO THIS EP ILL GOBBLE IT UP finn has appeared shirtless in at many many times and what if fionna gets the same treatment¿¿¿¡¿¿¿¡¡¿ she could be wearing a bra or smth but i really hope that this show would let her be topless in a non sexual way. this is all ive ever wanted. non sexual portrayal of female tits. im so serious rn. weve already seen her without her pants on this couldnt hurt. also simons dogs are OUT and ABOUT some1 give this grandpa some coverage

ANYWAY IM SO FUCKING READY FOR SIMON PETRIKOV DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE SAD SLOPPY MEOW MEOW AND HIS GIRLBOSS GIRLYPOP BABYGIRL BADASS WIFE. GIVE ME PETRIGROF JUICE RNNNNNNNN

#im insane as you can tell #fionna and cake spoilers #tw nudity #cw nudity #big big love #fionna and cake #adventure time #fionna campbell #f&c: fionna beloved #f&c: cake beloved #f&c: marshall beloved #f&c: gary beloved #f&c: betty beloved #f&c: simon beloved #f&c: petrigrof beloveds #🍋 blah blah

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elelcomplains · 1 year

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Having Hassel's Gible teralyze first into a grass type during art classes was a uh

A choice

Usually, in scar/vio, pokémons are teralyzed into a type that removes or makes them take neutral damage from otherwise super effective hits, or to remove some of the type weaknesses (usually quad weaknesses are prioritized).

I'm going all over them just for the sake of it (I fixated on this game and my brain won't let go):

•Katy's Teddiursa becomes a bug type (bug resists fighting)

•Brassius's Sudowoodoo becomes a grass type (removes weakness to water and ground, while still knowing Rock Throw to counter fire, flying and ice)

•Iono's Mismagius becomes an electric type (she has Levitate, enough said)

•Kofu's Crabominable becomes a water type, taking neutral damage from flying, psychic, fighting and fairy, and resisting steel)

•Larry's Staraptor becomes a normal type (removing all his weaknesses beside fighting, which counters thanks to Aereal Ace)

•Tulip's Florges becomes a psychic type (super effective against poison, resists steel, all while having Moonblast against dark types)

•Ryme's Toxtricity becomes a ghost type (removes his quad weakness to ground, knows Hex to counter ghost types)

•Grusha's Altaria becomes an ice type (removes her quad weakness to ice, knows Hurricane to counter fighting types)

And we're not over yet!

•Rika's Clodsire becomes a ground type (neutral damage to psychic, has Water Absorb, knows Toxic and Protect. Over all good counter moveset)

•Poppy's Tinkaton becomes a steel type (counters fighting with Play Rough, fire with Stone Edge)

•dear old Larry's Flamigo becomes a flying type (Liquidation and Close Combat counter rock)

•Geeta's Glimmora becomes a rock type (removes quad weaknesses to ground, only making it double weakness, neutral damage from psychic, Earth Power counters steel, Play Rough counters fighting, Sludge Wave counters grass)

And now we're getting to the REAL, saucy stuff, thank you for making it this far, I swear I'll talk about Hassel now

Dear old professor Hassel has a Baxcalibur he teralyze into a dragon type (neutral damage to fighting, rock and steel, resists fire, he knows Close Combat for ice types and Glaive Rush for dragon types). And it makes perfect sense, he's a dragon type trainer after all.

However, that little, round, absolute unit he uses to show teralyzation makes no sense.

As we know, Gible's line, aside for being feared since good old Sinnoh, being speedy as hell, and having the bad habit of sweeping a ton of various teams, has a very strong weakness to ice.

I've demonstrated so far that usually, quad weaknesses are prioritized in teralyzing, and I'm sure good old Hassel is aware of this, being an Elite four.

And yet, that little guy as a grass teratype, effectively still being weak to ice. Not only that, it is now weak to flying, fire, poison, bug, ice, and it loses its ground immunity.

From a utility point of view, it's clear that it's not the most advantageous teratype to have on a team member. Then again, the little guy is probably just for show, a class mascot, the little pokemon Hassel and Brassius are raising like their own child, the choice is yours.

Anyway, the class the little fella is shown in is a teralyzation demonstration. You'd think an art nerd like Hassel would pick literally any type, after all they're all beautiful crystals, no? Hell, the dragon teratype gives the pokemon a little crystal dragon, what's cooler than that for a dragon type Elite four that ALSO teaches art?

And yet, he's a grass teratype

(At least the first time, the second lesson is just a showcase from a battle point of view. Dendra must've put some common sense into Hassel's gay ass)

Like a certain artist we know Hassel is married to, I MEAN is friend with. Sorry, I had a lapsus there

And can we please talk about how Hassel doesn't spare himself from defining the flowers beautiful? I bet they make you think of your husband, don't they?

#pokemon #hassius #brassius x hassel #ephemeralartshipping #hassel pokemon #hassel is so fucking gay I can't with him

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lladyofthedawn · 2 months

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First Time on Earth

George and Lorraine can’t stop thinking about their friend Marty. He promised them they would meet in the future yet he’s nowhere to be seen! He’s gotta have a reason for not showing and a reason why he acted so odd…

so i posted this on my archive and decided to kinda make a separate tumblr for my cringe shit for funsies!

anyways this is inspired by this post here and also because i have brain rot enjoy

“Do you ever think about Marty?”

George pulled back, shocked at Lorraine’s question since she just nearly had her tongue down his throat.

They’ve been going steady for about a month now and it’s been an absolute dream. Just last week they went down to the diner and had a great time. They even went dancing afterward! George knew he had two left feet when it came to that sort of thing but as long as he was with Lorraine, he knew he’d be in good hands.

He also knew she’d nearly bite off anyone’s head if they made any remark towards them. He was still getting used to this new sense of confidence he’d had rushing through him since the dance, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t go down without a fight. He sometimes wonders how different the dance would’ve gone if he hadn’t punched Biff.

Truthfully, it was a beatnik punch. But the shock and power that went through him, also surprising Biff, was the true thunderbolt that caused the bully to leave him alone.

“I-I think about him a lot, Lorraine.”

He’s unimaginably thankful to Marty.

Lorraine nodded and completely sat back in her seat. Her cheeks are red and her hair is blown out from their kissing for the last half hour, but she’s got a deep frown set in her face. She reached for her purse but quickly pulled back her hand, realizing she threw out her cigarettes weeks ago.

“I just,” she fiddled with her hands for a moment, trying to get her thoughts together. “Where did he go, George?” Her eyes are wide and glossy, telling George this has been on her mind for some time.

She threw her hands up, “He’s just gone! We haven’t gotten phone calls, let alone any letters. No one’s seen him around. Nobody even really knows him. I’ve even tried to-to-to-“

George grabbed her hands, seeing as she was getting excited.

“‘Raine, calm down I-I’m sure he’s fine!” He rubbed their hands together. “He’s a smart guy, maybe he had to go out of town to help family or something.”

Lorraine shook her head furiously, “No, he told us we will see him again. He guaranteed it!”

George winced at that, remembering their last conversation at the dance.

“I just don’t understand how we haven’t heard anything from him.” She rubbed her eyes, frustrated. “We were nice to him, weren’t we? And he was so happy when we got together. I’m so grateful he was so sweet about the whole situation.”

She took a deep breath and squeezed his hand, calming herself down.

George smiled at her. He loves how passionate she is. How she wasn’t afraid to let her emotions take control every once in a while.

“As thankful as I am for him, he sure was an odd fella,” he said, rubbing his cheek and thinking.

Lorraine nodded with him, her lips pursed, “There was just something different about that boy and I just can’t put my finger on it.”

They both sat in silence, thinking about their interactions with the boy. All George could think about was all the times Marty would trip up on his words or just stare at him for too long, almost like he was studying him. He could never say slang correctly or confidently but when he did talk with confidence it was strung together with words that barely go together! The reminiscence made George smile a bit. It was almost like it was Marty’s first time on earth.

The thought made George freeze, and it seemed like Lorraine came to the same conclusion as she shot straight up as well.

“Oh my god, he’s gay!”

“Oh my god, he’s an alien!”

George coughed loudly, “Gay! Right!”

Lorraine was still deep in thought as she ignored his slight misconstruity, “Aw Georgie, I think I might’ve frightened him off.”

Her eyes turned mistier as she turned away and put her hands on her face. George frowned a bit, upset at seeing her upset.

“What happened? Did he say something to you?” He asked.

Lorraine turned a bit red, obviously embarrassed by something. She bit her lip before she replied.

“It was at the dance-er well before the dance. We were in the car…”

She trailed off, not sure if she wanted to talk about her ‘original’ date to the dance to her now boyfriend.

George rolled his eyes playfully, “You can tell me ‘Raine. I won’t get mad.”

She shuffled nervously, her eyes flitting between his own and the car dashboard.

“Looking back on it now, he definitely thought of the date as a friendly one.” She then wrapped her arms around herself. “Oh, George! I’ve never seen a boy so nervous and that’s saying something!”

He chuckled at that, not minding the small tease.

“He could barely look at me! Let alone hold my hand or anything. All he wanted to do was get me to the dance and probably have some fun…” she trailed off again, remembering that night. “When I asked him why he was so nervous after we parked, you know what he told me, George?”

He raised his eyebrows in reply.

“He asked me if I’ve ever been somewhere where you know you had to act a certain way but when you got there you didn’t know if you could do it.”

The way she said it made it seem like it was a direct quote from Marty. Like she’d run it through her head a million times before speaking it out loud to him. The tears she’s been holding back finally spilling over. It’s clear this has been on her mind for quite a while and George is a bit sheepish that all he could think about is that Marty is an alien.

Oh geez, I hope that wasn’t ignorant of me.

But he started to recall more about Marty and all the odd mannerisms he had. He thought about how adamant Marty was for him to take Lorraine to the dance. He would always get so embarrassed when he pointed out that he thought she was sweet on him, not George. However, the embarrassment was borderline disgust to the strange boy. He would jerk away quickly and almost have a full-body shiver at the thought of taking Lorraine out. George, at the time, thought Marty was an idiot for not seeing how lucky he was to have a gal like Lorraine vying for his affection. But the more he thought about it, maybe it wasn’t Lorraine putting him off but the fact she was a girl.

Well, that does put some things in perspective.

He then notices Lorraine has been staring at him for some time, almost studying his expressions. She still had some tears left over on her cheeks and her nose was cutely puffed red. But her eyes were staring daggers into his head.

He bristled up, but it mostly looked like he was shaking off rain like a wet dog, “What ‘Raine?”

“You don’t have a problem with that, do you?” Her voice was hard, like she was ready to tear into him at any moment.

George’s eyes widened as realized he’s been suspiciously quiet for too long, “NO! No! Not-Not at all! I swear I was just thinking and-“

“And what?” She crossed her arms over her body and stared at him.

“I don’t know!” He threw his arms up. “Just all the odd words he’d say!”

She studied him more but he seemingly passed whatever she was looking for. She let out a heavy sigh and stared out the window.

The silence was calm and almost welcomed. Both of them mourning the almost loss of their friend. George reached over to grab her hand so that she could relax a bit. He fiddled with her fingers clumsily before finally interlocking them together. He blushed deeply, still embarrassed about holding a girl’s hand even though they were just kissing some time earlier.

“He knew that we wouldn’t have cared, right?” Lorraine broke the silence. Her voice sounded small and a bit far away. “I know it’s not exactly…common. And folks around here aren’t always the brightest, but he knew that we wouldn’t have cared? Right, George?”

His mind instantly conjure up a memory of the boy. Cool kid Marty, who definitely could’ve climbed up the social rankings to the popular kids but instead decided to mock them. Marty, who decided he wanted to talk to loser George Mcfly, who pushed him to talk to Lorraine and continue writing his dorky stories.

He smiled softly, “I’m sure he knew in some capacity.”

“Then why haven’t we heard from him!” Lorraine balked. “Biff and those goons could’ve-“

“Biff knows better than to touch Marty.” George snaps, not liking the thought of Marty hurt again. “I’ll sock him again if he even mentions him.”

Lorraine stared wide-eyed at George, a bit shocked at his sudden change in confidence and stern demeanor.

George turned red when he raised his voice. He can’t recall the last time he’s ever done that. Again, he’s still growing into this newfound confidence.

“I-I didn’t mean to interrupt, ‘Raine, I just-“ He breathed in deeply before taking off his glasses and pinching his nose. “Wherever Marty let's just hope he’s safe. But if he ever comes back to Hill Valley we’ll welcome him with open arms.” He finishes with a strained but toothy grin.

��Oh, George!” Lorraine kisses his cheek suddenly. “I love it when you get all protective like that!”

He ducks away, flustered, and cheeks darkening.

“I hope you’re this protective over our kids, Georgie!” She exclaims happily.

And he nearly passed out from the thought.

#mine #my writing #bttf #back to the future #marty mcfly #lorraine mcfly #george mcfly #bttf fic #fanfic #yes they give each other nicknames let me live

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Knight in shining armor

Barry Wheeler would do anything to keep his bestseller, his superstar, safe and out of trouble (as much as he could, anyway). If that meant to pretend he was the owner of the matching ring on his finger when men hit on him at a club, so be it.

Pairing: Alan Wake/Barry Wheeler ♦ Words: 995 ♦ Note: For the @februaryficletchallenge, prompt Fake Dating 🔥

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It wasn't strange for women to be around Alan when they hit the town, swarming the handsome author despite the ring on his hand up until they got the message loud and clear, leaving disappointed. It wasn't strange for men, either, which always made Barry raise an eyebrow. Not in confusion, no, there was nothing to be confused about; Alan was a catch, objectively speaking (they wouldn't be making the money they did if he wasn't); but he was also so, very, blatantly straight, Barry couldn't for the life of him wonder why they'd even take the chance in the first place.

Regardless, they persisted. Men with fine attire that he wouldn't clock as gay if it weren't for the way they looked at his friend. For the way they touched him, casually, yet with intent.

At this point of the night Alan was probably too drunk to tell, Barry reasoned as he watched from the other side of the bar, having finished his part of the socialities already and quickly picking a couple somethings to snack before heading back, alarms going off on his mind. That must be it.

Slipping an arm around his back and the snack inside his ringed hand -making the metal shine with the light in the process- the best agent and best friend in the entire world sat heavily at his side, announcing.

"Sorry fellas, this man's already taken." Luckily none of them saw the absence of a match on naked fingers, eyeing him up and down before scattering around. The way it took a few seconds for Alan to react gave him a cue of his state. The way he slid further into his arm, comfortably, answered the rest of his questions. The man was beyond salvation at this point, it was a good thing he spotted him before anything bad happened. A homophobia lawsuit and newspaper headline over a broken nose were the very last things Barry needed on his plate.

"Seriously?" He snorted. "Are you my wife now?"

"Seriously, Al. Are they still around?" He asked, smiling sardonically at the comment but refusing to answer it. Alan raised an eyebrow, amusement showing easier than most days as he scanned behind them languidly, while Barry did the same for any hidden paparazzi. He shrugged eventually.

"You could say that."

"Are they looking at us?"

"...Yeah, sure. Why...?"

Barry grumbled under his breath before cupping the back of Alan's neck with his hand, leaning further on that tight space in just the right way to fool anyone watching. A kiss, a simple brush of lips against his friend's warm, warm cheek that seen from the wrong angle could have been planted on unsuspecting lips. Alan just let an acknowledging noise when they parted without moving an inch. Barry was glad he was exempt from his fight of flight response.

"What, what was that for?"

"That's me saving your skin, Al." He whispered, still close enough to be heard. "Those guys over there were totally checking your out."

This close he could feel him take a deep breath. In discomfort at the idea, no doubt. Disgust, even.

"Were they?"

"I know right?" Barry laughed, arm still comfortably and protectively wrapped around his best friend's shoulders, hand playing with his hair in reassurance as his taller, drunker frame leaned slightly onto him in that small couch. With his other hand he started chewing on the food. "Good thing they bought it, huh? Tell me they scattered by now."

A both quick and lethargic look around the busy club came back empty, and Alan ate deep in thought as Barry tried to change the subject to the deals he had been making, before licking the salt off his fingers and slowly downing the rest of his drink.

"Hey, Barry."

"Yeah?"

"What would you've done if they hadn't buy that?" Barry hummed, shifting a bit on his seat without wanting to think too much about it. The thought made him feel funny. The thought, and having Alan pressed against him the way he was in that moment.

"You don't wanna know, Al." Now it was his friend's turn to laugh at the dramatic statement.

"Give me a break."

"I'm being serious! Think about it this way: when haven't I done anything to keep people out of your back?"

Alan looked at him, bemusement mixing with a certain drowsiness on his eyes. Call it sleep or skepticism. Barry called it that, at least.

"Anything?" He repeated.

"Anything." He enounced, dead serious. Alan was the writer, the artist, between the two, but Barry was a goddamn miracle maker. He could talk his way in and out of anything, if he so wanted. Didn't even need to talk, in this case.

Not that he wanted to, here and now, of course.

But if the situation were to ask for it. Well. Barry could think a couple ways to keep the wrong crowd away from him. If they didn't get the memo from his ring, his wife, and everything else about Alan, Barry would make sure they knew that man wasn't up to be shared with.

"...C'mon hotshot, lets get you home." he joked, finally, throat dry and having grown wary of playing with the hair at the back of his neck with his thumb, as Alan looked like he was starting to melt against him and the backside of the couch. This close he could feel the shiver that went down his spine, sighing deeply.

"Let's go, then. My hero."

Barry chuckled at the sarcasm, helping him get up with an arm around his waist and trying not to get toppled over by his added weight. He didn't wonder about it often, but sometimes he had to ask himself, did Al knew how much he would do for him? The lengths he would go for him? Glancing at the people around him, he unintentionally pulled him a bit closer.

"You're damn right I am, Al."

#alan wake #barry wheeler #alan x barry #wakewheeler #february ficlet challenge #alan wake fanfic #alan wake (character)

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not-a-space-alien · 5 months

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tfw you really like science so you wanna be a scientist but your parents don't want you to do that because it's not appropriate for a girl (it's 1980 and also you live in a society where social progress moves at a snail's pace because everyone lives for 1,000 years) but you know you won't be happy unless you're doing science cuz you wanna change the world for the better so you convince your parents to let you go to college because there's soooo many smart, eligible bachelors there and lots of women get their MRS degree and it's fine! It's totally fine! so they pay for you to go to college and you're really good at science and so so happy but then you accidentally do get a fiance without really meaning to and he's so handsome and rich and from a prestigious family and this is good right? Isn't this what you want? Right? Well it's tolerable so okay since you wouldn't be able to talk your parents out of making you marry this guy since that's supposedly WHY you went to college in the first place, and all your friends say it's great and perfect and it IS perfect and great right? Shouldn't you want this? You want this, right? Why would you want to finish your degree? You don't need it! This is what you were here for! and after you get married you realize it's horrible but well there's not much you can do about it at this point anyway so might as well just tolerate it, it's not so bad really, is it? sure he hits you sometimes but that's only when you're being difficult so you can just not be difficult and it's all fine then, and wow now that you're thinking about it you really don't want to bear his heir after all because the idea of being pregnant is so horrible for some reason and whoops! okay so it turns out actually you are a guy and your husband and his ultra conservative family will NOT be happy about that when they barely tolerate you wearing pants but now that you realized it everything can't go back to the way it was before because it's hitting you all at once how miserable you are so you leave your husband but your whole family and all your "friends" think you're weird for "thinking you're a boy" and "throwing away your perfect life" and "being difficult" but that's OK because you didn't really need them anyway and you have to be yourself to be happy so you start doing science again and think maybe a trip over to where the humans live will be nice so you can collect some mushrooms and then you see two dykes and instantly cream your pants cuz you've never seen a damn gay person in your life except they lock you in a cage instead of kissing you but you still really want them to kiss you except there's this guy here now who hates you and. Well you just wanted to do some science all you wanted to do was do science as a girl. Amirite fellas?

#MMSS

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