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my anxieties were proven correct and i might die

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guys he didnt like me romantically i was just the first person to ever give him romantic attention

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no little swedish boy don’t cry your eyes out about a situationship

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solved the problem with texting my ex all the time. how do i stop texting the new guy?

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NO PLS I REBLOGGED SMTH TO THIS BLOG BY ACCIDENT PLEASE DONT MIND ME HERE IGNORE IFNORE IGNORE

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naw i like a human person this is so embarrassing what happens if they found out i get off on the most fucked up shit on ao3

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used the website to order my coffee at the cafe AND THE COMPUTER AT THE COUNTER MADE A LOONG DING the barista made eye contact with me like *i know it was you who ordered the mocha with extra whip and extra choco sauce.* just kill me

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PLEASE PEOPLE IM NOT IGNORING YOU IM DEAF WHEN I CANT SEE YOU

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nickelback solved problems

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Hear me out professor! Price with black slacks, white button up rolled up to his elbows and with glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

Cw: age gap, reader is in his 20s!, power dynamic student professor relationship 18+, perv! Price,

He absolutely loves the subject he teaches but hates his students since they couldn’t care less about his lectures.

More often than not he’s talking to himself since his students busy themselves with something else, writing down theories on his whiteboard that he’s sure his students won’t take note of or keeps his nose buried in one of those thick books on his desk to hide the frown on his face.

It’s another early morning, he’s sipping on his coffee while going over today’s lecture notes, cussing to himself when the hot liquid burns his tongue.

It doesn’t take much before students are pouring into the lecture hall and he readies himself to start, a slight irritation brewing within him knowing he’ll probably spend the whole time talking to himself again.

And he isn’t wrong as soon as the lecture starts, he’s glued to his whiteboard while his students are glued to their phones, but not even he is focusing on what he’s writing this time because soon he hears a student behind him correcting him on whatever he’d been writing.

Price turns so fast he almost snaps his neck, a look of suprise clear on his face and in that very moment he could only muster up a very intelligent “huh”

As he looks into the sea of students he’s met with your steady gaze and the very obvious smile painted on your lips.

“Professor Price, no where in the book does it say…” Price doesn’t even register your words, still baffled by the fact that someone is actually participating in his lesson and once again he manages to muster up another intelligent answer - “oh?”

But his responses don’t seem to throw you off as you read up your notes that completely contrast to what’s written on the board.

Price doesn’t even need to fact check. He knows that he got it wrong but he didn’t think anyone paid enough attention to notice.

But you did.

“Looks like you’re right Mr..?” Price asks with brows eyes and arms crossed

You tell him your name with a small smile on your face and that’s one of the few times someone spoke up during his lectures.

And a few days later it happens again and again, and again and soon it becomes a back and forth discussion that even manages to garner the other students’ attention.

He’ll say something you’ll question it. He’ll explain himself with arms cross and a brow raised and you’ll appear more satisfied by his reaction rather than his answer.

One day he’ll even have you up at the board to explain where he got his explanation wrong. He thought you’d be like a deer in headlight but you sounded ever so confident when you explained your thoughts.

Price liked that.

He’d even managed to create somewhat of a friendship between you and him which is laughable because never did he think he’d manage to create a bond with one of his students. But you’ll sometimes drop by during your breaks asking if he needs any help or even eat lunch with him. He’d just scoff and roll his eyes at the first part because who’s the professor here again? However there’s a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Price tried to keep it professional he really did. but every little banter of yours would have blood rushing to his lower half.

Every time you walked up to the board to explain something he’d imagine himself flush against it, with your deep baritone voice whispering in his ear and big strong hands wandering all over his body.

He no longer pondered over how his students never paid attention to his lectures but rather he’d wonder about how they’d react with him completely naked, splayed out on his desk, and being split open on your dick, mouth agape eyes half lidded while glued to the crowd in front of him unable to get a word out, only able to focus on how good it feels being stretched around your cock

“Professor Price? The lecture is about to start”

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my loop has been sleep wank eat cry wank sleep eat for a week now

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Sweatpants seasons where Ghost absolutely loves to see the outline of your cock, swiftly straddling your lap as he grinds down onto your clothed crotch . You’ll hear grunts and groan escaping his lips, as he sets a steady pace with his hips, and before you know of it there’s a dark spot showing on the material you’re wearing

Sweatpants season where Gaz takes every opportunity to tease you when you’re wearing sweats, bending over desks and counters just so he can feel your crotch pressing up against the cleft of his ass. He’ll grind up on your cock, and smirk at the needy noises you make, doesn’t stop til you’re cumming in your sweats, soiling them completely

Sweatpants season where Price is fully aware of what you’re doing when you’re wearing the thin gray sweats, his hand easily finding your crotch and palming your cock until your painfully hard and weeping under his touch, won’t stop teasing until you upfront tell him what you want, which usually is for him to ride you.

Sweatpants season where Soap takes advantage of the easy access he gets, pulling down your sweats whenever and wherever he wants your cock, wrapping his lips around the tip or sinking down on your length

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Soap: The captain really hates staying out late

Nik: Years ago on our third or fourth date, we were out until early in the morning. We got back to his place and he looked at me and said “This is never happening again” and then he passed put on the kitchen floor

Nik: Truly my fondest memory of him

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Another soft nikprice sketch 🤲🏻🥹

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Gay ships from video games and other media that have fanbases full of dudebros and 16-year-old boys that would get pissy about said ships are my bread and butter

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I’ve cracked the code

bonus Nikolai

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Luke Skywalker in his 50s or 60s travels (accidentally) through time by the will of the force.

He is sent sometime between 4000 BBY and 1000 BBY and achieves the same type of immortality as Master Fay.

What does he do? He pretends to be a completely normal Jedi and becomes a crechemaster at the Jedi temple.

He makes the younglings follow the swamp training (handstands and running cartwheels)

He enters through the door of the temple and since he looks like a Jedi, he has a lightsaber and he does not give bad vibes from the dark side, the guards let him pass without asking who he is. There are too many Jedi it is impossible to know them all.

Tarre Vizsla becomes his Padawan at some point.

Master Fay is the only one who knows that he is not from this time.

Qui-gon will think Shmi is Luke’s lost daughter.