#y’all r real ones

[cupcakeinat0r]

A Nerdy middle-aged loser Miguel w a dad bod who teaches your genetics class.

He has a huge crush on you even though he knows he shouldn’t but how tf couldn’t he????

With the way you always walk in a minute or two late, making the whole class look at you as you strut in with your quiet “so sorry!” and your cute little outfits that show off the best parts of your body.

Miguel’s eyes would follow you and the way you set down your bag, whipping out your computer, ready to absorb all the knowledge that Prof. O’Hara has to offer like a sponge. He usually has to stand behind his podium because watching you hang onto every single one of his words with those parted, glossy lips and curious eyes made him embarrassingly hard.

Or the way you took notes, your cute little organization of colors and annotations. Your kindness in giving notes to your peers because you wanted to see everyone succeed. Even though you may not have looked like it, you were a smarty pants, too. And he found that extremely hot.

During his lecture, he’ll sometimes catch you applying lip gloss or fixing your hair in your compact mirror and think to himself how gorgeous you are and how lucky your boyfriend that you totally already have is.

Cuz there’s no way he could pull someone like you. Those days are over for him. Plus, you were way out of his league.

But he can’t help but have a sliver of hope every time you leave class with an adorable smile and small wave.

“Thank you so much, Professor O’Hara! Great class today!!”, your praise never ceasing to make him slightly flustered on the inside.

Before you, he totally fucked his own hand like everyday. He’s a lonesome man. But now that you were in his life? That man goes home everyday, imagining his had is your luscious, tight cunt, replaying your cute voice in his head over and over again.

What he has no idea is that his praise has the same effect on you.

Anytime you had a question or were worried that you weren’t understanding a concept, Miguel would comfort you, with the most gentle words and voice.

He was such a cute man. It’d be so easy to praise him and baby him, telling him he’s sooo smart and such a good teacher.

His well-kept black hair w tiny hints of gray throughout, his black rimmed square glasses, his little cashmere sweater + button up combos that hugged around his broad chest, enormous biceps, and pudgy belly. He was sooo dreamy. He made it so hard to focus.

You’d go up to his desk after class needing clarification on a topic. He’d tell you to sit down, eager to help you with the class (or anything ever, he’d do anything for you if it meant keeping you).

His cologne would fill your nose as he bends over the table, a strand of hair falling on his forehead, pushing his glass up his nose as he towers over you as he explains what ever it was you were confused about.

It never helped because you never caught a single word. You were too busy imagining his soft stomach rubbing against your back as he bends you over the table, plowing you while saying those sweet words of encouragement into your ear.

And those veiny, hairy arms and hands wrapped around your waist as he bounces you on his fat cock, making those adorable glasses of his fog up.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, you’re doing great, as always.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, sweetheart.”

“I know, mama, It’s a hard concept to grasp, but you’ll get it. I know it.”

It made you scream on the inside. You wanted so badly to be a good student for him so that he could talk to you this way every single class.

Pt.2 here!

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!

[sophiasrant]

Shoutout to the people that have been following me since my She-ra phase

[tomatoart]

doodle page who cheered

[eclipsewxtch]

hi, yes, me again—quick notes just cause i got like 15 asks abt certain things in relation to kotn in my time away and answering them in one is easier:

finney doesn’t LIKE torture. it does not bring him joy. he really doesn’t. partly because of childhood trauma, partly because of mr. b; the only person he actively likes causing pain to is robin. he tortures because he’s told to. the reason he goes off the rails so often and is never really seen being a perfect soldier in the present-tense of the fic is because bruce and griffin let him. when i said they were the ones who held the leash, i meant that. anything and everything he does is because bruce and griffin Let Him. if his actions bothered them past momentary concern it would be Known. quickly. they don’t get him in line because they don’t WANT him in line. they don’t jerk the leash and tighten it because they don’t WANT to. if they wanted to, they are not above it and will do it. finney knows this. he says, even in his own thoughts—that they’ve never done it to him. not that they never WOULD. if they view it necessary, they can do it.

griffin does like torture, but he doesn’t explicitly view it as torture. he doesn’t kill people often solely because he has never had much of a reason to, even on missions. he is with billy, and has since become unbothered by his own reveal to billy, because he has nothing to worry about. billy has proven he would do anything to keep griffin but only momentary pain and betrayal like injections and spiriting away via plane. griffin tortures people. he dissects people. it’s his day job. he is not at all worried whatsoever.

i also feel it’s imperative to say or rather to reiterate due to the chapters that will be released: bruce doesn’t like unnecessary violence, everything is a necessary death for a plan he has, calculated. he has never, and will never, kill without purpose in this fic. he does very horrific shit and i truly want to stress that. he is not at all above murder. and i want to also add he is the only character in this fic who is not above killing children if needed. vance may occasionally surprise him but do not think he is, by any means, the damsel in distress here. this is not a beauty and the beast situation. they are both the beast. (bruce’s previous reactions to death wasn’t because he doesn’t kill—it was because it was unnecessarily gorey which he is not a fan of or he didn’t like the dead bird bc it was freaking him out n the implication it was a GIFT for him/red knew his location n then AFTER the momentary panic he thought it (the bird) was cool. his nightmare about said bird in the next chapter was because he didn’t like the idea of being at someone’s mercy and being a goddamn bird? “he’s ‘lucifer’ he’s not a goddamn bird or pet” - bruce yamada probably)

also, them giving away their real names does not matter in the slightest😭 it is mentioned like three (3!) separate times that the only thing that can be found on the boys is what “donna wants them to find” like ive gotten three asks & two comments on why finney “gave up his real name”… because it didn’t matter? like. robin assumed witness protection, finney used that against him + knew robin wouldn’t dig deeper if finney begged. it is stated (by robin) and acknowledged by finney, himself, that he took ‘benny’s’ feelings for finney and used them against him! he knew exactly what he was doing/asking! besides the most robin would find using finn’s real name is that he’s an fbi agent. they kept the fake names n stuff bc it’s more practical than running around w their real names.

and finally, because this is a little ridiculous now: THE TAG ‘UNRELIABLE NARRATOR’ IS THERE FOR A REASON. what vance sees is not what bruce or finn sees. none of the characters experience events the same way, n some of them have very different feelings than others would think. that is, in fact, the point😭just bc it’s not overt as in ‘vance remembers an ENTIRELY DIFFERENT CONVERSATION with different words said entirely’ way. unreliable narration can also be found in feelings and vibes characters have or portray vs what other people see.

[heavencasteel420]

I don’t ship R*nance, but, man, it’s wild seeing people go “um, why would you ship that, Nancy is so mean to Robin” when they ship H@rringrove. Shouldn’t they be bored because Nancy’s not mean enough? She doesn’t even pop up when Robin’s gazing longingly at Vickie to go “huh, guess your crush is getting porked by Mr. Mullet tonight,” let alone break crockery over her head.

[omorinintendoswitchedition]

Vergil fans on tumblr are 100% cooler than the ones on YouTube

[aerticent]

Cal is my baby girl how can any of y’all hate him he’s literally so special to me

[celestial-toys]

been laying here listening to Lucky by Dermot Kennedy on loop for half an hour while thinking about Everything Stays and crying

[cherrysnax]

with hobie getting more popular, I’m not ready for the poser allegations

[sensitivegoblin]

Lol I HATE my sisters boyfriend

[cringecrew]

Hi y’all!

I’m so sorry I’ve been super inactive- and thank you to everyone who’s been interacting regardless!

I’m much more active in my discord server so if u wanna talk w me regularly feel free to join that!!

I’ll also be much more active in the summer. I’m graduating highschool in about… *counts on fingers* 11 days!!? So after that I’ll be back to a more regular schedule with lots more free time!

Thank you so much for your support and patience, love u!!!

[hiccupdolly]

i wish a very happy day to every one piece fanartist who draws zoro with big tits and a slutty waist

[bli-o]

“You dont want kids? I said the same thing at your age. You’ll realize later.”

“You’re trans? You’re too young to know that. You’ll grow out of it.”

“You’re an atheist? You don’t actually disbelieve, you’re just mad at god. One day, every knee will bow and every tongue will confess.”

“You’re a leftist? You’ll become more conservative eventually; every generation does when they come into contact with The Real World™️”

“You’re gay/ace/queer? You just havent met the right man/woman yet.”

If you say any of the above things give me your personal information so i can harm you

edit: the terfs found this post. Y’all fuckin KNOW “give me your personal information” is a joke. I know your job is to paint trans people as evil and stuff but try harder at least, we know you’re not that stupid.

anywaysy crazy how u guys r aligning with people who like theocracy and homophobia and heteronormity just because you hate trans people. It’s almost like you, my fellow hoes, are really damn predictable.

Edit 2: i love how after that first edit terfs mysteriously stopped interacting

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

it’s that time of year again!! (everyone with a dead dad is feeling so many emotions)

[hederasgarden]

Like Oil and Water

Summary: Your office power struggle with Scott comes to a head. Paring: Scott (Twisters) x F!Scientist!Reader Word Count: 2.1K Rating: Mature, 18+ only. Enemies to lovers trope, PIV sex, fingering, and dirty talk. Slight angst.  A/N: The story is based on this ask I received. I know there are like…five Scott fans out there besides me so I hope y’all like this. I have no explanation for this fic except I’m horny for Scott. I had an alternative ending to this story but whoops feelings crept in. Thank you to @ryebecca, @whatblogisthis216 and @a-reader-and-a-writer for looking this over. The snazzy summary is courtesy of @writercole.

Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day. 

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“I’m never picking up your coffee order again,” Javi swears, handing the Starbucks cup to you. “Whatever happened to coffee with a little bit of cream?”

“Capitalism,” you reply, taking a sip. It wasn’t exactly how you liked it, missing that deep caramel flavor, but you appreciate Javi’s effort. “Thanks again.”

He nods, drinking from his cup as you make your way down to the labs, discussing the results from the latest test. 

“We will need to adjust the relays, but other than that, I think we’re in good shape,” you tell him. “I’ll let the techs know we need those changes made this week.”

“Sounds good. I gotta make a quick call, but I’ll join you after,” Javi promises, disappearing into his office while you make your way down the hall.

You hear the low timber of Scott's voice before you spot him in conversation with one of the female techs. You loathe to admit it but he looks good, his tanned forearms on display with the sleeves of his white company shirt rolled up. The baseball cap tucked into his back pocket and dusty boots let you know he probably came straight from the field. 

"We need to fix the relays. They failed the test. Again. That's unacceptable," he begins, gearing up for another one of his infamous lectures. "Back when I was at MIT, this type of calibration was the first thing we were taught."

Scott may have been one of the smartest guys on Javi’s team but he was also a smug asshole. From the moment you met him, he irritated you, reminding you of every man who thought he was smarter and better than you just because of his gender. Everyone expected engineers to be difficult to work with, but Scott took it to another level. Who could blame you for taking him down a peg or two when you had the chance?

"So you went to MIT. Big whoop," you begin, delighted to see Scott tense up at the sound of your voice. When he turns to face you, the tech is quick to scurry away. "Call me when you have a PhD from a real school, like Caltech, Scotty."

He hates it when you call him that but today it's your jab about MIT that strikes a nerve. A muscle in his jaw jumps, and he exhales harshly. God, that angry look in his eye really did something for you. Too bad his looks couldn’t make up for how much of a dick he could be. 

Scott practically spits your first name out, stepping into your space to loom over you. His broad shoulders and muscular build block your view of the lab. You tilt your head to look at him, fighting the urge to smile. "You really should address me as ‘doctor,’" you calmly remind him, tapping your name badge. 

You arch a brow, waiting for his response but his mouth snaps shut, attention moving to something behind you. 

It’s Javi.

"Come on guys," he sighs. "Play nice."

You glance over your shoulder, smiling sweetly. "I'm always nice.”

"Why are you even in the labs today?" Scott questions, glancing down at your heels. 

You smooth a hand down your dress and smile. "I'm the Vice President of R&D for Storm Par. These are my labs. I belong here.”

"Dressed like that?" He scoffs. 

"What, you don't like it?" You ask, turning in a slow circle. 

"We had a meeting with some new investors," Javi supplies, trying to cut off the start of another fight between the two of you. 

Scott turns away and you can practically hear his teeth grinding together. He still hasn’t forgiven you for talking Javi out of letting his uncle invest in the company. It would have been easy money but you never liked the business plan. It was best to stick with government grants and investors without any personal connections. 

Javi touches your arm. “Come on, we gotta finish that grant.”

You hum in agreement, trailing behind him to the doorway. Pausing, you glance back and catch Scott watching you, his lips pressed into a thin line. With a grin, you wiggle your fingers at him, amused to see the furrow in his brow deepen even further.

The rest of your day is blessedly Scott-free and you spend your time buried in meetings and wading through needlessly complicated grant submissions. Javi employed some of the smartest people you’ve ever had the privilege of working with but they were terrible when it came to making the science digestible to investors. You sigh, rubbing your temples. It was going to be a long night.

You work uninterrupted, buried in the complexities of the grant, until Scott storms into your office, slamming the door behind him. “Did you tell the techs they could go home early?” he demands.

“Please, do come in,” you deadpan, setting aside the papers you’re holding.

“Did you send them home?” He repeats, rounding your desk and invading your personal space. At his side, his hands are clenched into fists, the veins in his neck standing out.

“I did.” You rise to your full height but even in heels, he dwarfs you. 

“That wasn’t your call.”

“You do remember my job title, right?”

“I’m VP of Operations,” he reminds you. “I say when they go home, especially when we’re on a deadline.”

“They report to me, and you’ve had them working long hours,” you fire back.

He shakes his head, crossing his arms tightly across his chest, as he gives you an unimpressed look. “You’re too soft on them. I told Javi you weren’t right for this job. This isn’t academia. We work hard here.” 

You bristle at his words, clenching your fist so tightly that your nails dig into the soft skin of your palm. He has no idea what it took for you to get here, the challenges you faced, or the men like him you had to prove yourself to.

“Go fuck yourself, Scott.” 

You glare up at him, chest rising and falling rapidly. You wait, ready for whatever asshole comment is sure to come but he just stares at you. Then, to your surprise, his gaze drops to your mouth. You freeze, electricity zipping up your spine when you realize you’re close enough for your chest to brush his as you exhale. Looking back, you won't remember the impulse that led you to tilt your head and press your lips to his, only that you did.

The kiss only lasts a second before you pull away, heart pounding in your chest. For a moment, neither of you moves, but then suddenly he surges forward, his large hand grasping the side of your face. His lips crash into yours roughly. A hand at your hip urges you back until you bump your desk but he doesn’t stop until he’s practically dragged you on top of it. He presses in close, eating up what little space remains. You groan, grasping at his shirt as you push your hips into his. 

“Fuck,” he pants, resting his forehead against yours as his warm breath fans across your face. For one terrible second, you think he might stop or say something stupid to ruin the moment but then he’s kissing you again. He forces a hand between your bodies and roughly pulls your underwear aside so his fingers can drag through your folds. You’d be shocked by how fast it’s all happening but any higher thought fizzles out once his thumb circles your clit and his tongue breaks the seam of your lips to taste you. 

You’re breathless when he pulls away, back arching in response to his talented fingers. Through your lashes you see him smirk down at you. “No smart comebacks now?” He questions.

Before you can retort he adds a second finger. You moan, rolling your hips to seek more of him. “Knew you’d be fucking greedy,” he whispers.

He watches you fuck yourself on his hand with a hungry glint in his eyes until your pace slows. He glanced at your face. You rise up on your elbows, brow raised. “Am I going to do all the work here?” 

“Shut up,” he growls, withdrawing his fingers.

A witty comeback is on the tip of your tongue but it dies when Scott brings his fingers to his mouth. He stares down at you while he sucks them clean, his Adam's apple bobbing. Your stomach clenches hard at the sight. 

“That’s better,” he comments, unbuckling his belt. “Nice and quiet.” 

He takes a condom from his wallet and rolls it on his thick length. If there was ever a time to stop, it’s now. You look at Scott, his dark gaze swimming with desire and push the thought away, rising up to kiss him. The blunt head of his cock nudges your entrance and you lift your hips. You relish the way he looks, dark hair curling over his sweaty forehead and his body straining for you. Knowing you’ve done this to him sends a rush of want through you. 

Scott pushes inside slowly, hissing as your wet heat envelopes him until he’s halfway in and then he snaps his hips forward unexpectedly. Your breath leaves your lungs in a rush. He falls forward and the weight of him is electrifying. You’d be embarrassed at the desperate little sounds his mouth swallows up if he didn’t feel so damn good. 

He fucks with an intense kind of precision you’ve seen him bring to his work, reaching deep inside you to hit all the right places. You bury your fingers in his dark hair and pull, eliciting a needy moan from the irritatingly talented man above you. 

“You gonna come for me?” He asks, breathless. 

A desperate little, please, slips past your lips without your permission, spurring him on. He hooks a hand under your knee and forces your leg into your chest as he keeps up his frantic pace. The new angle takes him even deeper and pleasure ripples through your stomach. He feels unbelievably good and you practically sob when he pulls back and rises to his full height, afraid he’s going to stop. But he doesn’t, grasping your hips with both hands and forcing you to meet his thrusts. 

You’re tantalizing close and, without thinking, you reach down to help yourself along but Scott is quick to slap your hand away, replacing it with his own. 

“That’s mine,” he growls, the rough pad of his thumb catching on the sensitive skin. He watches with rapt attention as his cock and fingers work in tandem to drive you over the edge. You come with his name on your lips. 

“Fuck, just like that,” he gasps. 

Before you can recover your breath, he leans down and kisses you, his weight pressing you into the desk as his hips move relentlessly. Then he shoves himself deep inside and stills, groaning. Your ears ring and your body buzzes with the aftershocks of your own orgasm. The two of you stay like that, intertwined and panting until, finally, Scott moves. 

Cool air rushes between your bodies and you stare up at him. You can see him thinking in real time, his clever gaze searching your face as he continues to process what happened. What could either of you possibly say after this? Nothing good you realize. 

“Don’t,” you whisper, finger pressed to his lips. “Don’t ruin it.” 

Scott closes his eyes and swallows hard. Then he's moving, slipping out of you with a grunt. He turns away from you, redressing. The clink of his belt buckle is loud in the quiet office. Pressing your fingers to your swollen lips, you take a moment to let yourself feel everything before pushing it aside and standing on unsteady legs.

You fix your appearance the best you can and busy yourself with shuffling the mess of papers strewn everywhere. It might be cowardly, but you keep your gaze fixed on your desk when you hear the door creak open. You wait, the minutes dragging by until you know it’s safe to look up, only to find Scott still there.

He lingers in the doorway, his gaze fixed on you. 

Then you blink and he’s gone. 

♡

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[hamilando]

ੈ✩ drama island (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : lando norris x reader

tw : fluff; suggestive, tiny tiny angst, jealousy love island coupling, mentions of other celebs as cast, infidelity

fc : Jung HoYeon

a/n : I REALLY HOPE Y’ALL LIKE THIS, THIS IS PART TWO OF LOVE ISLAND

·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ

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sojuyn drama ❌ prada ✅

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user1 THE LOOKS !?

user2 she really said I don't care

user3 LANDO AND YN IN THE SECOND PIC 😭😭

user4 THE FACE CARD IS INSANE

user5 But seriously, I loved how lando popped off at magui, not caring if she was a girl

user6 HE SAID NOT MY WIFE

user7 lando did the correct thing 💪🏻

user8 magui was literally abusing yn and yn was just listening quietly !? attentions seeker !?

user9 yn's always been polite, she has never been the one to speak in case she is rude

user10 lando is her protector 💪🏻

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lando never recoupling again

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user1 LANDO'S SMILE WHEN HE WITH YN 😭

user2 the couple pictures

user3 landhoe in his Loverboy era

user4 WE ALL SAW YN WEARING MCLAREN MERCH !?

user5 i can't wait to see her at the paddock

user6 the way they are total opposites-

user7 OPPOSITES ATTRACT

user8 MAMI ET PAPI

user9 ig cuddling is their love language

user10 never felt more single

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landoislandfan bold of the girls to think our Y/N is the problem when you clearly have Jude Playingham

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user1 ep1-magui, ep2- evelyn, ep3- the new bombshell !?!?

user2 bro got football skills, but not commitment skills

user3 HE MAY LEAVE YOU REAL MADRID!

user4 never expected him to be like that

user5 none of the girls deserve him

user6 i can't watch him the same again

user7 i can't believe I found him hot once

user8 we all cancel him right?

user9 like seriously there is a limit to playing with people

user10 idk what to do with this man

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loveislanduk the sidebar’s open for episode 4!! WE HAVE A RECOUPLING COMING IN EP 5 !

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user1 YN IN LIKES !?

user2 she agrees with drama

user3 YES!! JUDE AND MAGUI ARE INDEED FAKE !!!

user4 the recoupling 😭😭

user5 jude and his "manly charms"

user6 JUDE IS INDEED PLAYING THE BIGGEST GAME IN THE VILLA

user7 ofc evelyn is bored

user8 love how every drama is around jude Bellingham

user9 lando's little smirk watching jude be judged

user10 i am not ready for the recoupling

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loveislanduk IT WAS THE BOY’S CHOICE AND JUDE CHOSE Y/N!!!

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user1 OH HELL NO

user2 UNO REVERSE !?

user3 WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK !?

user4 EVEN WHEN HE KNEW HOW MUCH THEY LOVE EACH OTHER!? ITS LIKE SO OBVIOUS

user5 LANDO'S FACE IN THE SECOND PIC 😭

user6 lando is barely controlling his anger

user7 the way yn ran to kiss lando-

user8 jude is getting so many curses

user9 that's like his fourth girl -

user10 my landoyn 😭

part 3..?

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