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Zaunite college student propositions hot Piltie gym coach for extra credit by dioscums
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
25 Jul 2026
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When Viktor receives his grades and discovers he got a B+ for Gym class, he asks the coach for extra credit.
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“what do you say? to me, for letting you use him?”
like dennis belongs to him, still. dennis wants to yell, or hit something, and instead he pushes it down, lets himself settle it deep inside and fucking takes it, like he’s best at.
“fuck– thank you,” langdon grits out, like it's painful. dennis' stomach is tight and pooling sparks. “thank you, sir.”
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robby organises a playdate. frank learns to give head. dennis should have stayed at home.
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- Part 7 of sensations of sex and surgery
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You call me up drunk (Does the fun ever start?) by fairies_withspirits for daydreamerdisease
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
05 Sep 2023
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And Regulus, as sure as he is that he was born to be the thing that keeps his brother going, is also sure that his love will be the death of him, yet still, when Sirius aims that desperate gaze his way - cruelty covered lip balm sticking out with the pout of his lip - Regulus lets him spread spit like the plague against his mouth with a kiss.
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3000 words. That was all. Sirius just had to get this essay down to 3000 words.
3120 words, said his psychology essay’s word count, rudely.
Fuck you, he said back to the word count.
You’re so sleep-deprived, you’re hallucinating an argument with Microsoft Word, the word count replied wittily. Also, you want to shag men.
Bollocks. The word count was right.
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After realising that he’s probably at least a little bit gay, Sirius Black falls into a prolonged spell of bad luck.
This is definitely because of some big fuckoff cosmic reason completely unrelated to him, and not just because he’s a bit of a twat.
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Potter looks at him now, really looks, head tilted to the side, a question on his lips. “In the locker room,” he starts, “I offered you something… Why didn’t you take me up on it?”
Regulus clenches his jaw. “This isn’t fair.” He shakes his head, biting at his lower lip. “You know this isn’t fair.”
Potter takes a step closer, leaning down by Regulus’ ear. “Maybe I don’t want to play fair,” he whispers.
Regulus' heart and stomach tumble into a somersault. “What does that even mean?” His low voice mirrors Potter’s.
Potter leans back a little, wetting his lips with his tongue. “It means you have a problem, and I can help. I want to help. Would you let me help?”
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After a potions lesson goes horribly wrong, Regulus ends up burning his hands, meaning he’s unable to relieve himself of his ‘tension’ to clear out his overstimulated brain. Who will offer to help? His ex-older brother’s best friend, someone whom Regulus has had a crush on for years who’s as straight as they come, or so it seems.