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wylan, biting into an apple: oh, and make sure you don’t take any bread. ducks can’t digest it.
jesper, freezing with an entire loaf of bread in his hand, mouth dropping open in horror: what???
wylan, utterly oblivious: yeah, it’s harmful to them
jesper, eyes welling up in tears because he has been feeding these ducks SO MUCH BREAD: have I been k i l l i n g baby duckies
#whoops#my finger slipped#guess I’m posting another one#soc netflix#soc jesper#jesper soc#soc wylan#soc#six of crows#shadow and bone#sab s2#sab tv#sab season two#jesper fahey#jesper#jesper x wylan#wylan van eck#wylan hendriks#soc incorrect quotes#wylan x jesper#emme’s bad ideas#emme’s incorrect quotes
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jihoon's not a drinker. nor is he a partyer.
but yet here he is, sitting on a disgusting couch at someone's trashy and loud house party. an alcoholic beverage in one hand and a coke zero in the other. the only reason he's here is because of you and the way he can never say no when you bat those pretty eyelashes at him and coo over how much you trust your beefy bodyguard to watch over your drink.
like always though, you leave him alone with the third fizzy coke zero of the night and holding whatever's left of the sordid mixture your friends mixed and convinced you to take when you arrived. it lays in his hand that's atop a bouncing knee as he waits, the condensation threatening to drip off his fingers and mess up his black jeans.
jihoon looks sexy as hell with dark, curly hair contrasting the loose, white button-down he has on. but the foreboding aura of utter disdain at being here makes everyone subconsciously give him a wide berth - which he's thankful for.
he's not really a bodyguard but he sure as hell could act like one.
especially when you finally reemerge from the crowd, stumbling over to him. you're giddy and high on adrenaline after dancing and frolicking to your hearts content. tits practically spilling out from your tiny lil tube top when you bend over, supporting yourself with hands placed on his thick thighs. the way other party-goers start to leer at your backside is probably due to the insanely short skirt you have on that was temptingly riding up.
the same skirt jihoon was asked five times if you looked good in when he came to pick you up. and he'd had to deal with an eyeful of your ass paraded in his face for about ten minutes too long for his poor, threadbare sanity.
"i'm feeling woozy," you giggle.
he sighs, placing the red solo cup off to the side. not caring where exactly or what happens to it because you're definitely not drinking anymore of that. now that he has a free hand, he uses it to tug you down onto his lap - effectively planting your softness against his firmness. ass supported on one strong thigh and legs perched on top of the other one, the side of your upper torso leaning against his chest.
you squeal in excitement, restless and shifting around. unwittingly grinding down on him and not stopping in the least when he places a warning hand on your hip to halt your movement. that only makes you squirm even more.
"drink this," he instructs and hands you his coke zero.
"it's too fizzy," you pout and suddenly you're holding onto his broad shoulders for some stability. breasts squishing directly against his as you cling to him and pitifully whine, "make it better for me, ji."
it doesn't help that he can feel the way there's a wet spot collecting on his pants and it's definitely not from the drinks. it takes everything in him to try and desperately suck in some amount of air to collect himself with the knowledge that your panty-clad cunt is leaking onto him.
"and how d'ya suppose i do that?"
your bottom lip juts out as you try to form your logic. "suck on it." oh he would. "make the sting go away." well, he can't promise that -
"you need to sober up."
he nearly shoves you off his lap to render any ideas of kissing you (and more) null, especially when you mumble something along the lines of "i'm wet already" and sternly instructs you to stay put while he finds some water.
you nod and smile, "i'll be good for you," and he groans.
"you're anything but good."
and he's right because it doesn't take even two steps away before you're clinging onto him again, nails digging into his large biceps.
"take me with you, don't wanna be alone," you hiccup and blink those damn eyelashes at him. "my favorite person ever."
of course he relents. pulling you into the quieter kitchen area and doing his best to ignore your tits that have magnetized to his arm.
jihoon doesn't manage to untangle himself away from you but once he gets some water, it's a relief that you take it and drink without saying anything else that will give him more of a headache and hard-on.
"would it be alright if i took you home now?"
"yeah, this party is boring!"
"that's what i keep telling you."
"no one wants to fuck me," you complain and he tilts his head, mouth opening tentatively. "everyone thinks we're fucking instead!"
it shuts and he clears his throat before reminding, "you can tell them the truth."
"but then i think about if we did." you're too far gone to realize he ends up choking on his saliva. "i also think about how good your hair would be to pull while you're between my legs."
"... i, uh, i didn't know you felt that way."
"it's all your fault! being hot and caring and everything even if you like to think you act cool and unbothered."
"sure, yeah. my bad."
"you're bad and big. and i bet your dick is too!" you gasp in realization. "will you show it to me?"
"not sure what you mean by bad but no, i won't show it to you."
"jihoon," and then you're fluttering your eyelashes again and he has a suspicion you absolutely know what that does to him.
little vixen.
"no. absolutely not."
"what if i'm sober?"
he hums noncommittally and sarcastically agrees. "oh yeah, totally."
"that's a promise. and i'm totally sober right now, fyi."
"you want me to flash everyone here? are you trying to get me to act like a creep?"
"oh. no. no, no, no. someone might take my big cock away and then i'll never be happy."
jihoon sighs, flicking your forehead before he walks with you to the door to go outside. "don't worry, i'll always make sure you're satisfied even if it's just emotionally."
"i know, you're the best. just one of the many reasons i keep you around."
even though he knows you likely won't remember most of this conversation (hopefully), he does know that you're speaking the full truth in at least that statement. the rest can follow in a more... proper sequence.
"yeah, yeah. now get some rest, you idiot. i'll wake you up when we're at your place."
and you drift off in a content, half-drunk doze while he drives. knowing you're always going to be safe with jihoon, the tame beast he plays for now that would do anything to better your welfare.
the kind of person that fondly watches you sleep, parked outside where you live and waiting a bit until he alerts you of the arrival just to savor these precious moments under the starlight when it's just you and him.
but one day - yes, one day soon - you're gonna find a way to unleash the wild animal that lies beneath ready to ravage and serve you in an entirely different manner.
that's the man that jerks off in his bed alone to the thought of your warm, wet pussy snug against his leg - imagining all the sinful things he could do with you. well, he's always been patient. it won't be long until he can encourage you to drag your hips across his thigh and have you worship his thick cock with your pretty mouth.
it's only a matter of time. he knows you want him too. and as his release spills out over his fingers from his spent cock with a moan of your name, he only prays you'll be brave enough to admit it too without the influence of alcohol.
#this came to me in a vision#sorry hehe#my finger slipped#HE LOOKED SO GOOD IN THE LATEST GOSE I THINK IT REWIRED MY BRAIN SORRYFJSKDJ#woozi.thots#ez.thots#svt.thots
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When your finger slips and you click the wrong answer on a Tumblr poll
#tumblr poll#my finger slipped#oh no#what have i done#i have made a mistake#no takebacks#polls#poll#funny#lol#meme#gif#breaking bad#walter white
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Blood for the blood god
#technoblade art#technoblade#technoblade fanart#dsmp fanart#art#fanart#technoblr#my art#ether art#spilled ink#my finger slipped
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#gravity falls#pacifica northwest#mabel pines#dipper pines#dipper x pacifica#I actually started this intending it to lean mabcifica#my finger slipped#the dipcifica could not be stopped
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I am of the firm belief that Sirius had EVERY right to leave. It was not his fault, and nothing that happened to Regulus was his fault. But keep in mind that these aren't just people, but TEENAGERS. Absolutely Regulus would have blamed Sirius. He would've fucking hated Sirius. He would not stop blaming Sirius, he wouldn't let go of his hate and remember how he loved his brother so much, until the water was in his fucking lungs.
Thanks for coming to my Ted-Talk :)
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Yellow Guy x friend!reader
(-Funny thing, you are as stupid as yellow guy. That's why yall besties)
-Yellow Guy would hang out with you everyday! He enoys spending time with you.
-Yall would rather talk about each other's day, go to the park, or eat some ice-cream together.
-He'd give lot's and lot's of hugs. Sometimes he'd give you self made presents like a poorly cut out heart saying: ''Yur my besfrind'' (He can't write.)
-Duck Guy and Red Guy would insult the both of you.
-Yellow Guy would always call you his ''best frien''.
#dhmis x reader#dhmis yellow guy#yellow guy x reader#x reader#deez nuts#omg sorry for that hashtag#my finger slipped
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This was originally supposed to be 2 NSFW scenarios of my PC but it lowkey became full fledged Sydney the Fallen fanfiction. So um. *clears throat nervously* Sorry it’s so long. Here’s Cain being sexually frustrated bc I won’t let him fuck ^w^
I have no idea if Sydney is in character tbh— His speaking patterns are so different between fallen vs faithful and I haven’t quite analyzed fallen enough to get it down. :/ Hope it’s enjoyable either way
1) Cain trying to take his lust out on other students only to end up frustrating himself more—
Watching them fiddle with his tarnished chastity belt, attempting to dig their fingers under it to no avail. Their rough handling only frustrates and arouses him more, making him lean his head back against the wall of the cabinet in irritation. A sigh leaves his lips, only discouraging the student more. They try to press their tongue against his dick, fondle his anal shield, but lose interest. The student looks at him from on their knees, “Can we do something else?”
Cain’s lips are pressed together in a straight line, letting the question settle over the janitor’s closet. Finally, he looks down at them and gives them a faux, reassuring smile. “Sure. No problem.”
2) Cain coming up behind Sydney, wrapping his arms around his stomach and pulling him into a hug. He leans forward, hooking his chin on his shoulder and pressing his crotch as close to Sydney's ass as he can. Then, he rolls his hips a few times, pathetically humping against him, catching Sydney off guard. He stiffens, turning his head to stare at Cain in surprise.
"Cain..." A soft laughs laugh from his lips as he shakes his head.
"Please," Cain whispers. "Sydney, I need you." The words come out so strained and needy that he may as well be whining. He leans forward gently, trying to bend Sydney over the desk.
A resounding smack of a ruler against bare skin is heard, making Cain gasp. Across the room, a few students look up from their books and stare at the commotion. Cain lets go of Sydney's waist, but his green eyes stare pleadingly through his boyfriend.
"Not here. Not now. You know that." There was no malice in his woods. They were merely a gentle reminder. Cain nods obediently, which makes Sydney smile. He steps close again, burying his fingers in Cain’s feathered hair. “Good boy. I’ll make it up to you later, okay? Come to the shop on Elk Street after 4.”
Sydney’s nails scratching at his scalp, combined with the pretty words he spoke had Cain’s eyes fluttering. He nods firmly, leaning into the touch as his gaze drops down to Sydney’s lips. A smug smile grows at the corners of his mouth when Sydney sees him staring.
He looks nervously around at the students in the library before giving Cain a vigorous kiss. Before he can reciprocate, Sydney pulls away and sits down in his chair.
Without hesitation, Cain drops to his knees, resting his head on Sydney’s thigh. “You’re insatiable.” He hesitates, looking between the students in the library and his boyfriend, on his knees beside him. “You know I love it, but not right now. I’m behind on my tasks.” Thanks to him. “I need to get to it.”
“I love you.” Cain nuzzles the side of his face against Sydney’s thigh before pressing soft kisses against it. “I won’t do anything. I just want to be beside you.”
"Okay." Sydney sits straighter in his chair and drags his attention to the pile of books on the desk. Once he got into muscle memory, he let a hand slip down and entangle itself in Cain's hair again. He gives a soft hum of contentment as Cain groans in response, noticing the way Cain’s hand slipped under his football jersey and trailed upwards.
Sydney sat with his head facing forward, but he couldn't keep his eyes off of Cain in the corner of his eye. In his peripheral vision, Sydney watched him rub his nipples, pressing his face harder against Sydney's thigh. He kept his hand in Cain's hair, fingers teasing at the roots and massaging the scalp.
The next move he made was subtle, but Sydney caught it nevertheless. Cain’s free hand slipped into his athletic shorts. He fumbled with his chastity belt, attempting to get any form of pressure and pleasure he could siphon. The way he touched himself was mesmerizing. Pure desperation. He was practically molesting himself on the floor of the library, while leaning against Sydney’s lap. It was obscene.
Sydney bit his lip as took in the sight, specifically eyeing the way he rubbed his nipples. He’d store that away to use later. Touch Cain like that when they were alone and he could put his hands all over him, instead of just his head.
"Are you okay?" A voice startled Sydney out of his trance. His eyes snapped forward, meeting a slim girl, holding a textbook. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concern. "Your face is really red."
A cold wave of guilt washed over Sydney, souring his burning desire. For a second, he glanced at Cain, mortified that she would be able to see him behind the desk. "I'm fine. Thank you for asking. Here for a book return?"
The slim girl nods silently, noticing his wandering eyes. She started to lean forward, to check behind the desk, but Sydney ripped the textbook out of her hand and opened his stamp. "Thank-you-for-being-punctual!" He blurted, grinning awkwardly before waving. "Bye bye now!"
"Oh— Uh, okay. Have a good day." She stammered, taken aback.
Immediately after she left, Sydney turned to Cain. "Dressing room. Now." He pointed, but Cain's eyes were still screwed shut.
"I can't." Cain whispered, shaking his head. "Please, I'm so close. I can't stop,” His words came out as a quiet, deep whine, making Sydney paranoid that a passerby would tell overhear.
The earlier offer had passed. Cain was too far gone to think rationally. Sydney flipped the sign on the desk, setting it to “away”. He leans down, trying to tuck himself out of view before pressing a kiss to the top of Cain’s head.
"Then keep going." He whispers reluctantly, sliding his hand up and down Cain's back. "You gonna come right here?” His free hand wrapped around Cain’s throat, squeezing softly. He could feel the pounding of Cain's heart against his fingers. He nodded at Sydney’s words, which made Sydney both parts excited and nervous. More students were entering the library by the minute, as most were finishing up lunch and waiting for their next class period. Though, he kept his cool for Cain’s sake. “Good.” He mused. “Come on, baby.”
Cain opens his eyes, looking at Sydney. His green eyes were blown out, a heavy blush painted across his freckles. He was trembling, his breaths coming in short pants, but he didn’t stop rubbing.
Within a minute, he was coming. His eyes fell from Sydney’s face, pressing his face hard against his leg to try and muffle his moans. Sydney watched, mesmerized, as Cain convulsed and rode out his orgasm.
Once he'd calmed down a little, he muttered. "Thank you..." His eyes open, meeting Sydney's again. "Thank you."
Sydney laughs at his repeating words, shaking his head as he smiled at Cain. “You're welcome." He presses another kiss to the top of Cain's head, running his hands through his hair afterward. His boyfriend sat up, leaving his thigh and leaning towards his face. Sydney took the opportunity and pressed a chaste kiss against Cain's lips.
Before it could go any further, he pulled away sat up straight in his chair, flipping the sign back to open. No more distractions. He could abstain for the day, unlike Cain. They could have their fun later. Now, he was working.
#sorry cain hate club....#my finger slipped#sydney the fallen#degrees of lewdity#sydney dol#oc: cain#my writing📕💌#nsft
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SAY CHEESE, BATSY!
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Imagine young Regulus Black discovering muggle music after only listening to what his family wanted him to listen to for years.
Imagine Regulus Black refusing to put on anything else other then Bowie and Barty and Evan finding him curled in the corner somewhere listening to it on repeat.
Imagine James getting told by Pandora to comfort Regulus and him finding Regulus upset while listening to his music on repeat after the prank when his feelings were conflicted about his brother and he didn't know what to think.
Imagine there being a party in the Gryffindor common room after a qudditch game and Remus putting Bowie on.
Imagine Regulus and Remus absolutely wasted and belting the lyrics out while dancing.
Imagine both of them seducing James and Sirius just by looking at them while singing and dancing.
Imagine the look of sheer panic when James and Sirius realize they have to put up with hungover, embarrased boyfriends in the morning.
Imagine it being played during James and Regulus' wedding night and that moment being one of their happiest.
Imagine James finding the old records a week after Regulus' death and breaking down when he sees the notes scribbled in random places describing Regulus' every thought and emotion he felt when listening to it.
#marauders#james potter#remus lupin#sirius black#jegulus#starchaser#regulus black#james x regulus#marauders era#wolfstar#bowie#imagine#angst#regulus headcanon#regulus black angst#angst angst angst#This was supposed to be cute#oops#my finger slipped#barty crouch jr#evan rosier#pandora lovegood
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cTommy to cWilbur : "Wilbur you're going down a dark path..."
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so, sunnys been getting a few new parents, and she deserves her big family
but i also thrive off angst.
The amount of angst possible from the myriad of new parents that sunny has, maybe she just... starts to spend a lot of time with them, not on purpose, she's just excited to finally meet them.
Tubbo knows that, he won't try to stop her, he'll watch the last of his family fall away, thinking that its his fault, again, thats he's still not good enough. If only he could get create to work again, if only he was still useful, if only he was worth keeping around.
#tubbo#qtubbo#q!tubbo#angst#my finger slipped#teehee#i doubt anything like this will happen#they are Too Codependant#but maybe smthn similar#lightly edited cause i did this at like#2am#i was making spelling mistakes#and grammar ones#shhhhh
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tony, patting rhodey sympathetically on the back: sometimes, there are people in this world that are just really fucking stupid.
rhodey, giving him A Look™️:
tony, smirking: not me, though. I’m the best.
#whoops#my finger slipped#marvel mcu#marvel#marvel movies#marvel incorrect quotes#tony stank#tony stark#anthony stark#rhodey rhodes#rhodey#james rhodes#iron man#iron man movies#war machine#iron patriot#tony & rhodey#emme’s incorrect quotes#emme’s bad ideas
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So we all love the headcanon that Steve is half Italian. So what if Steve wants to bring his 'friend' Billy on a vacation to stay with his nonna? Because despite the distance, Steve absolutely adores his nonna and she never misses a birthday and sticks up for him when his parents are overbearing.
Billy is in awe of the tiny old woman from the get go. He could listen to her and Steve converse in Italian all day. He is truly charmed by her home and home cooking and in return is the perfect gentleman.
One day he offers to go and pick some herbs from her garden and in his absence, nonna turns to Steve and says, "That boy, the way he looks at you... if that isn't love then I don't know what is. Don't let him go. Hold onto that love tight. You deserve happiness."
And Steve cries because here at least, he knows he and Billy can just be. Here in Nonna's home, they're safe to love.
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Arrowverse OC (Earth-63) Savitar (she/her)
Art by David G.
Full name: Barbara Allen
Alias: Savitar, The Goddess
Gender: Cisgender woman (she/her)
Orientation: Bisexual
Age: 34
Nationality: ???
Religion: Believes herself to be a god
Western Zodiac: Pisces
Eastern Zodiac: Rabbit
Element: Earth
Birth Stone: Aquamarine
Blood-type: B-
Personality Type: INFP
Disabilities: ADHD, PTSD, partial blindness in her right eye, grandiose delusions, residual effects from traumatic brain injury
Eye color: Hazel (right eye is a milky white)
Natural Hair Color: Light brown
Natural Hair Type: 1A
Skin Color: Pale, golden undertones
Height: 5 feet, 5 inches (165 cm)
Weight: 114 lbs (52 kg)
Appearance: Tall with a thin figure, soft features, and strong thighs and calves. She keeps her hair in a chin-length bob which partially hides the deep scarring across the right side of her face and she chooses dark clothing that covers the continued scarring on her shoulder and back.
Personality: Passionate, unforgiving, erratic, and pragmatic
Moral Alignment: Lawful Evil
Backstory: Unable to handle the death of Ira and subsequent loss of everyone else she cared about, Barbara spiraled until she’d convinced herself that as a god she wouldn’t feel the pain.
#my finger slipped#vexic ocs#my ocs#arrowverse ocs#earth 63#earth-63#genderbend#rule 63#genderswap#vexic lives#savi allen
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@ssolessurvivor gets a starter based off of this drabble.
It was a rare occasion that Magnus was able to sleep peacefully in the night plagued by memories of the past or current events it seemed he was just never destined to get all of the rest he required. Now that Logan had all but moved in with him it was the adjustment period of learning to sleep with another person in the bed with him. Perhaps it was an odd chance of luck that he was awake when he noticed Logan making little gasping noises in his sleep with the occasional whimper. One thing he did know now based off of time and experience with he blonde in his bed is that those weren't the ones of pleasure. Curiosity got the better part of the warlock though and he decided to take just a peak into his lover's head.
What he saw was not pleasant and right as he was intending to grab Logan to wake him he woke on his own. It was as if he forgot that he wasn't truly alone anymore and started crying. Magnus's heart broke for him then and he shifted in the bed having already been sitting up to position himself so he could better hold Logan. "Shhh... It's okay, Logan. I got you." He cooed softly to him as he pulled the other man against his chest to let him cry on him for as long as he needed.
His hand moved along Logan's back seeking to soothe him and he used just enough of his magic to spread the warmth of his love through his boyfriend. He pressed a soft kiss to his bed messed blonde hair and kept him pressed against him. He could offer to lock that memory away for him if he truly wanted it to be so, but Magnus wasn't sure if Logan would want to forget that sacrifice. It clearly haunted him constantly, but it also helped shape him into who he was now which was a stronger man than he was. "You're not there anymore, you're here with me and I won't let anything or anyone hurt you like that ever again. I swear it on my mother's grave." Magus promised into his hair still keeping up those soothing strokes praying to whoever would listen that it helped him.
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