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@ dtblr all the writers, artists, editors, everyone who creates. all the lurkers, rebloggers, yappers, ask blogs, livebloggers. twitter refugees, even, glad you escaped hell and found us instead <3 i love everyone for making this fandom such a joy to be in. and thanknyou to event creators/hosts as well for events like this!!! <333333
💌 @ dtblr 💗
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Thank you shipping gods for this blog. Amen
Haha! Thank you! Jonsa is life <3
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Last week, I posted about going to the urgent care after an injury happened on the job.
The package that broke open and dropped its contents onto my foot had no labels marking the package as being heavy. It was merely a flimsy thin box with a couple of strips of tape and some plastic straps to hold it all together. I'm not sure what the steel parts were for, but I'm guessing either boat or car parts.
Here are some pics of the healing process.
30 minutes after the injury.
Two days later
Today.
Now, a week later, the bruising is starting to fade. But it feels like the pain isn't getting any better. It almost seems worse. Walking can be difficult, and the slightest touch induces searing pain. But the urgent care doctor said nothing was broken. It's just a deep contusion.
Please, for the love of all that is good, properly pack your packages before shipping them and label them appropriately. Little things like that can make all the difference in keeping the mail running efficiently. An injured carrier is going to be slowed down. They might not be able to carry as much or walk as fast, and that's if they are able to work at all following an injury. If they can't work, their replacement isn't going to know that route as well. It will take longer to complete the route, and they will be prone to more mistakes.
So, if you like your mail delivered accurately and on time, then take the extra time to properly pack, seal, and label what you ship. Thanks.
#work pics#work problems#work rant#usps#save the usps#💌 you got mail!#injury#ouchie#ouch ouch ouch#ouch#oof#oof ouch owie#urgent care
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do you write for all enha members
i don’t write for niki ! it feels a bit odd given i’m 20 and he just turned 18 😅
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aw we’ll miss you! hope everything goes well with university!! hope to see you back soon ❤️
and she’s back!! thank u so much for the kind words and messages 🩷
I will be clearing out my inbox so expect a spam of thank you’s
#dear bunnyboo🏹#bunnies askʚఌ💌#thanks for the ask!#ask response#ask box#ask game#you've got mail 💌#mail 💌#💌 asks#love letter 💌#love letters 💌#💌 anon#asks 💌#inbox 💌#💌#answered 💌#💌 you got mail!
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wanna sit on nerd miguel’s face while i use my phone to snap other guys that’s my little chair fr😔😻
this just changed the trajectory of my life in a way you cannot understand.
cw: slight d/s dynamics, sending nudes, munch miguel makes an appearance once more, bro literally FEASTS, new character yippee (v minor), brief choking (more like a neck squeeze tbh), praise, squirting LOL, miguel gets kicked out again 😔 reader catching feelings?? we may never know. semi proofread today i felt nice. this is a longer one than usual, so enjoy!
“stop fuckin’ squirming down there and eat me out properly,” you say, looking down at miguel. his eyes are hazy and hooded, his glasses somewhere on the bed, his brown eyes clear as day. you grip his head by his hair and position him to where his nose brushes above your clit, and you moan at the feeling. “l-like that, okay miguel? be good for mommy.”
miguel takes heed of your instructions and begins to lick, suck, and thrust up into your wetness, making it hard for you to maintain something relative to your composure. in the throes of miguel’s mouth work, your phone screen, next to miguel’s head, lights up with a snapchat notification from none other than the star quarterback of your school, peter parker. you bite the corner of your lip, mouth pulling up in a smile at an idea. you grab your phone and open it to snapchat, seeing peters name at the top of your snap list. you open his snap and it’s a picture of him shirtless, abs on display, his happy trail just peeking over the band of his pants. his snap is captioned with text reading ‘wyd?’
you prop your camera up, angling it enough that miguel’s face and your pussy are out of frame. miguel stops for a moment to ask what you’re doing, but before he can get a word in you speak up, “if you stop, this will be the last time i ever let you touch me. got it? keep fucking going.” and wordless, miguel does as he’s told, going back to eating you but with a new energy this time. it catches you off guard a bit, and you let out a light f-fuck in response, but you don’t let it derail you from answering peter back.
peter. you and him have had.. complicated history to say the least. since high school, the two of you ran in the same social circles, with him being on your high school football team and you, a cheerleader. a true status quo. the two of you had ended up attending the same underaged parties, hooking up and even going steady for some time, until the blonde busty thing known as gwen stacy walked into your high school in sophomore year and made her claim on your then boyfriend. you figured it out after you walked in on them under the bleachers post-game, the spot where you habitually got on your knees to congratulate peter for his win. you stayed with him after a profuse apology and intense “i’m sorry” fuck session, to your dismay, but broke up with him in the beginning of your senior year. now, you two fuck from time to time, scratching an itch when you have it.
you look back at the tease of a photo on your phone, your tits spilling out your plunge neck crop top and your abdomen cutting off right above your pubic area, your pink thong still visible coming up the sides of your hips. you feel miguel plunge his tongue into you, causing you to fall forward, steadying yourself with one hand, phone in the other. “keep this up and i’m gonna squirt on you, but i bet you’re into that huh?” you laugh out a little, miguel moaning into you in response. you try not to get distracted and caption your snap to peter ‘nothing really’ and press send.
immediately, you see that he opens it and he replies just as fast, this time the photo of him in grey sweats with a visible tent, layer out on his bed. the caption attached, ‘wanna turn your nothing to a something? ;)’ and you roll your eyes. you move to answer him with another midriff picture, but you change your mind. “hey, look at me dweeb,” you say, turning the camera so that it’s capturing the angle of miguel’s mouth on your pussy, covered in spit and your juices. he looks up and sees the camera of your phone pointed down towards him and he goes red in the face and tight lipped. “remember what i told you about stopping,” you remind him, and he maintains eye contact with the camera as he goes back to lick a strip up your pussy, from your leaking hole to your clit. you move your unoccupied hand to his face, palm to his cheek as you slowly caress him with your thumb. “that’s a good boy.”
you move your hand from his cheek, trailing softly down to his strong neck and you wrap your hand around his neck and squeeze. at the pressure he lets out a groan, his hands moving to grip your thighs tighter to his face. “fuck miguel, you’re making mommy so happy right now- ah! fuck, just like that. keep doing that, o-okay?” you moan out. he says nothing, his eyes, still maintaining contact with the camera, clouded with lust, answering for him.
you snap a picture, turned on at the lewdness of it. it’s your pussy on miguel’s face, pink panties pushed to the side as his mouth is sucking on your clit, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs, and your hand around his neck at the same time. you make quick work to save the photo and caption it ‘busy, sorry’, feeling your orgasm approach. you press send and drop your phone, ignoring the back to back buzzing, probably of peters reply to your salacious snap.
a steady heat begins to boil in the pit of your stomach, and you keen forwards, your hand leaving miguel’s neck to grip the white sheets on your bed. “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-“ and with that, you feel the pleasure within you tighten then burst, like a damn breaking way, and you begin to tremble as miguel continues his work down on you. the overstimulation begins to hit you, and you feel a spurt of liquid leave your body and miguel groan and suck. “oh my god,” you heave out, “st-stop, no more.”
miguel places a final kiss to your mound as he moves to lift your limp hips for you. he feels sheepish how, his sweater and mouth drenched with your liquids. he wipes his lips and makes way to speak to your still firm on the bed. “are- are you okay?”
you say nothing, grab the nearest pillow you have, and throw it at him. miguel dodges and understands that means get the fuck out.
after collecting yourself, your body still spent and sheets still wet, you roll over on your back and grab your phone to look at what peter replied to you. you open his snap, and laugh a little at his responses.
peter 🚮
| is that fucking o’hara..?
| you’re fucking with me???
| fucking whore
| you sleep with nerds now??
you make way to reply to peter one more time, opening the camera and taking a picture of the wet bedsheets, caption it ‘nerds that can make me cum? yeah’ and unadd him after.
you finally haul yourself up to change your sheets when you see miguel’s glasses on your bed. you grab them and put them on your nightstand, feeling heat rush through your blood to your face, thinking of him and the mess he made of you.
fucking dweeb.
#the ask had me sweatin#u guys need to start writing instead of me 😭#miguel o'hara#miguel o’hara drabble#miguel atsv smut#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara x you#miguel atsv#sub miguel o'hara#miguel o’hara x fem!reader#you’ve got mail💌#<nerd!miguel3
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admiral jake when you’re wearing a sundress..
i can picture this on a sunday morning. you’re getting ready to visit admiral cyclone and his family. since jake became an admiral himself, a far greater respect had been built up between the two.
jake was tying your little girls shoes as he asked, “where’s your mama, hm?” she squealed in response as she saw you come through the doorway, your barely one year old boy attached to your hip.
“here i am!” you cheerfully replied.
jake looked up and immediately his throat went dry. he licked at his bottom lip to try and gather some salvia as he took in the breathtaking sight of you. suddenly, he was back in the hard deck when he met you and you were wearing a sundress.
it was the first time you’d worn one this year and jake could feel himself twitch. it hugged and covered every inch and curve of your body. it wasn’t revealing by any means, but jake thought you might as well have worn his favourite set of lingerie.
once ready to leave, jake gave you a soft kiss on your lips and caught your ear.
“do you remember what happened when you wore that last?”
“mhm, he’s right here.” you chided with an all knowing smirk and squeezing your little boy on your hip.
jake let out a low grunt and squeezed at your ass through your sundress. you had to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop the squeal escaping you.
the day had gone by in a flurry and went off without a hitch. jake now had your hair fisted in his palm and another gripping onto your hip, scrunching up your sundress material into his knuckles as he fucked you deeply from behind on your shared bed, kids fast asleep.
“so fucking pretty for your admiral, aren’t you sweets? you goin’ to give your admiral permission to breed you again?”
the allusion of family dad, admiral jake, was shattered. this was admiral jake fucking you within an inch of your life.
eheh thank you so much for this incredible thot dear anon! 💌
#💌you’ve got mail#jake hangman seresin#sebs masterlist#jake hangman x reader#jake hangman seresin x reader#jake hangman x y/n#jake hangman x you#jake seresin x you#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin x y/n#hangman x reader#hangman x you#hangman x y/n#glen powell#top gun maverick#jake hangman smut#jake hangman imagine#jake seresin smut#jake seresin imagine#jake seresin drabble#hangman smut#hangman imagine#hangman drabble
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mob!bucky being submissive that is all
Fix My Shoes
Pairing || Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader
Word Count || Around 250
Contents & Warnings || Implied Smut — 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names (babe, doll, princess), slight sub!bucky, implied oral (f receiving).
Authors Note || Hmm ok I loved the little thot I posted about Bucky being a subby little bitch for his princess but idk how subby this piece actually is because I’m not used to writing sub!bucky. But this is the first thing that popped in my head. I still think it’s fucking HOT! This was quickly written and not proofread, but I hope people enjoy regardless :D
Mob!Bucky Masterlist
You and your husband were getting ready to go out to dinner with some friends. You each stood on your designated His & Hers side of the vast walk-in closet, dressing up in luxurious clothes and accessories.
You opted for a little black dress with expensive jewellery and cute black heels. You slid into the shoes, and it seemed such work to bend down and do them up, but you knew someone who would be more than happy to help.
“Babe.”
“Yes, doll.”
He turned around at the sound of your voice as he fixed his collar on the white shirt.
“Fix my shoes?” You held up your leg elegantly as you batted your eyelashes at him.
“Anything for you, princess.”
He smirked as he got down on one knee before you, caressing your calves. The touch made you shiver, and an inaudible moan escaped. He left delicate kisses on your exposed thigh, making your stomach soar with tingling butterflies, as he did up one shoe and then switched sides to do the other.
You ran your hand through his short hair while he fixed your shoes. With each kiss to your tender skin, your core pulsated, wanting those kisses as well.
“Anything else princess wants?” He asked once he finished.
“Hmm, there is one more thing,” with your hand at the back of his head, you guided him towards your core, wanting to exploit more of his kind and generous nature, “if there’s time.”
“I always have time to please my princess.”
Thank you for reading 🖤 Feedback through a comment is highly appreciated! Or let me know through an anonymous ask if that feels more comfortable. As well as a reblog to share my work with other people!
If people want to send some more thots please feel free to do so 👀 Maybe some of them will inspire me to write or include them in a longer fic! If not I will write something very short and quick or give you my opinion on the topic 🖤
#i’ve got mail 💌#your wish is my command 🧞♀️#mob!bucky#mobster!bucky#mob!bucky x reader#mob!bucky smut#mob!au#mafia!bucky#mafia!au#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes drabble#sebastian stan#marvel
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HEY CHAT. the silly (it was mammon. we all knew it was going to be mammon) won the poll so i am now legally obligated to write smth for our first man. hope u guys like it 🫶 also. i dont. have. yellow on mobile. so we have to. deal with it. and. use orange instead. #sad
mammon relationship hcs
OH THIS FUCKING GUY.
Loser.
Will do stupid shit to impress you.
"Hey, watch me carry this comically large box!"
"Mammon, I don't think that's a good idea."
"Don't be ridiculous! Look!" *dies*
You mention it's kind of cold? He will immediately take off his jacket and have you wear it. His brothers will not hear the end of it.
"Hey, guys! Guess who wore my jacket? That's right, it was-"
"Mammon, nobody cares."
After a lecture from Lucifer, Mammon will look for you in search of comfort (and cuddles)
He'll bury his face in your shoulder and complain while you rub circles on his back
He loves affection, but he gets embarrassed easily
Super clingy once he's comfortable in your relationship, but don't be fooled, he gets flustered all the time.
He's amazing at giving gifts. He knows exactly what you want without fail. Mammon just knows you best.
He's also surprisingly good at knowing where you are??? Like, Lucifer will ask him where you are and he'll respond with "I dunno, try the cat cafè." And you're there??? You didn't even tell him where you were going, he just guessed.
So annoying about you. He won't shut up about you, but he can't help himself!! He just loves you so much and everything about you is so perfect that the list would be over 30 pages long! Don't tell him I said that-
He may not be the Avatar of Envy, but he tends to get jealous easy.
You're hanging out with his brothers a little too much for his liking? That's it, you're legally obligated to spend the day with him now.
Physically cannot be more than 30 feet away from you or else he will implode.
So, so many movie marathons. At least once a week.
He tends to fall asleep easily though, so they usually never get finished.
Wakes you up in the middle of the night for the dumbest reasons and pokes you until he's sure you're awake.
"Hey. Hey hey hey hey hey hey-"
"...What..?"
"Ya hungry?"
He would never admit this, but he likes making you laugh. He just finds the way you scrunch up your face so adorable. And your laugh too. He loves your laugh. He could never get tired of it, even if he wanted to.
It is genuinely so difficult to get this guy to say "I love you" because he recharges his courage to actually say it every 6 weeks because he thinks it's SO embarrassing.
Just because he doesn't say it a lot doesn't mean he doesn't. Mammon just finds it difficult to say. So remember that he loves you, will you?
#ough this is straight ASS why djd i write this.#“bc mammon won the poll” yeah yeah ik....#im not gonna main tag this. fuck you. /silly#ok time for tags and THEN i add this to my masterlist and THEN i add it to most recently written and THEN i remove it from wip.#i lowkey didnt know how to end this...#minorinrin layout. rosemi url. mammon hcs. im mr worldwide fr.#obey me x reader#obey me mammon#obey me mammon x reader#obey me mammon x you#youve got mail! wanna open it?💌#obey me x you#why is tjis probably the worst thing ive ever written ITS LITERALLY MY FIRST OBM POST HGELP.#also good lord TJERES SK MANY TAGS??? HELP ME????
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Les lettres envoyées en janvier 2024 ⛰️
#mailart#mail art#life#outgoing mail#2024#you got mail#snail mail#snailmail#handmade envelopes#envelope art#stamp#birds#flowers#mountains#💌 you got mail!
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he doesnt have tumblr but shoutout to dream dreamwastaken. my kindhearted puppy always forever :3
💌 @ dreamwastaken 💚
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i-izuku getting pent up ‘cause he hasn’t had time to jerk off lately. gets distracted so easily when you come around, barely heard a word you say he’s so deep in thought about taking you on his desk, in the agency showers, on his bed, on his floor. maybe he’s even a little rowdier. a little meaner to his hero partner (katsuki) n’ maybe even you if you push his buttons enough.
it all comes to a head when he gets caught up in some sex pollen explosion and you’re so pushy about helping him. he’s not gonna be nice about it, he can’t be.
+ warnings: afab!reader, rough!deku, he’s so mean :(, size-kink, some dub-con i think </3
“open the fuck up,” deku grunts, sweat dripping down his brow— teeth gritted and forming a snarl that not even bakugou could rival. his dick hurts, it fucking aches as if he’s going to cum any second, as if all those weeks of not being able to tug one out between meetings and paperwork is finally going to come to fruition. all thanks to that stupid fucking quirk. “i said,” he repeats, tongue pushing into his cheek at the same time his hips jump forward and thick fingers dig into the doughy flesh of your thighs. “open the fuck up. let me in, sweetheart—“
“‘m tryin’—!” you hiccup, pretty eyes usually so full of admiration now teary and red— and you are, trying so hard to stop your tiny little cunt from squeezing down on your sex-crazed boss. you wanted to help but he’s being so mean :( and you can’t tell if it’s the fat and flushed tip of his cock thats making you cry or the menacing way he looks down at you while folding you in half— knees to your shoulders, puffy pussy lips on display all for him. “s’too big!”
“nothings too big, you’ll learn how to take it. you’re good right? then fuuck— take it.” izuku let’s out a feral moan, pushing all his weight down onto you— pushing his leaky tip deeper into your squishy walls with a sigh of relief. almost there, you’re almost all his. he’ll finally get to cum soon. “stop y’cryin,” he slurs over the saliva in his mouth, chest hot and heaving against your own as izuku slings your fleshy thighs over his broad shoulders— spreading that angel cunt over his veiny dick. “please, baby,” deku adds gently...he doesn’t really mean it when he says it, seeing stars every time you sniff and accidentally clamp down like you’re trying to trap him inside. pussy so good izuku feels like he might die before he gets to cream it. “what’re you crying for, honey? if only this pussy—“ he pulls out, slapping the length of his cock against your silky folds as you cream pearly white beads. “cried as much as you did, maybe then you’d be able to fit my cock inside ‘n make me fuckin’ cum.” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice but it’s still so mean that it makes your face scrunch up.
slap. slap. slap. “you said you wanted to help, why won’t you open up baby?” it’s almost cruel how he speaks to you, down on you as if you’re nothing but a cocksleeve for his pretty dick to mess up and cum all over.
“izuku! please!” you sniffle, delirious with ecstasy and a fizzy brain to the point where you can’t even think. “‘m tryin’— oh god... i-i really am,” drooling against yourself you try to push your hips up to take him deeper and there’s a satisfying pop as izuku’s cock dives deep into your sweet pussy, brushing up against your sensitive walls until he hits your womb. you both groan deep— bodies hot and sweaty and stuck together while you grind and bump.
the pro hero’s mop of green locks pulls from your neck, a smirk painted across his usually smiling and gentle lips. “there you go angel, in it goes,” deku whispers, taunts you as he pulls his hips back to watch you squirm and claw at him for more— eventually slamming back into you so that you’re nice and full. “maybe this pussy isn’t so pathetic after all.” you jolt up the bed, whole body trembling as you nod your head desperate for more of izuku, desperate to cum.
you did say you would deku help after all— even if that meant helping yourself to some pleasure too.
#tteokdoroki#havent written izu in ages omggg#this got me fucked uppp#deku x reader#deku x you#deku smut#deku thirst#deku drabble#deku headcanons#bnha smut#bnha thirsts#mha smut#mha thirsts#deku imagines#💒. user sem#[ exe. princess of softness ]#🖇. moots#💌. you’ve got mail
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Dear Customers,
If you're shipping steel blocks in a paper thin box with only two pieces of tape to hold it all together; I hate you.
I'm currently sitting in the urgent care waiting on an x-ray because someone thought it would be a good idea to use a flimsy box no thicker than a sheet of paper to ship a bunch of steel blocks. To top it off, they decided that all it needed was two pieces of tape and a couple of thin plastic straps to hold it all together... while shipping it all the way to fucking Alaska!
So, of course, by the time it got to me and I went to pick it up, the steel blocks no longer wanted to stay in their box anymore. Instead, they had torn a hole in the bottom and fell out onto my foot.
So yeah, if your packaging choice is shittier than a reused and decaying Amazon box, I hate you.
That is all.
Note: I typed this up when I was at the urgent care. Nothing is broken. My foot is just badly bruised and hurts like hell.
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Do you write social media aus???
i want to! i don’t have any immediate plans for one right now but def in the future when i have a well thought out plot ! :)
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