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stop-talking · 19 days
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No thoughts, only Derek Danforth sending you nudes while you're at work...
(Thanks, Holden. 🙄) @freak-accident419
Tags: 18+ g!n reader, mentions of drugs, no real smut, just dirty talk and nudes
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Your phone buzzes in your pocket for the twentieth time in the past five minutes, and you have a sinking suspicion you know who it is.
Who it always is.
With a sigh, you try and discreetly look at your phone underneath your desk. Opening messages from Derek while you're at work is always a gamble, considering he spends 90% of his time high, horny, or a mix of both.
As soon as you tap the notification, your screen is overtaken by cock. The tip red and glistening with need, his hand wrapped around the shaft, mid-pump...
Fuck.
You quickly turn your phone off, shoving it between your thighs and sitting up straighter. That bastard. He knows you're at work.
Of course, now he also knows you've opened his messages. Your phone vibrates angrily between your thighs, and you start to wonder if putting it there was a smart move.
Fucking Danforth. You try to physically shake the image of his throbbing cock out of your mind, literally shaking your head as you stare at the computer screen in front of you.
That is, until your co-worker in the cubicle across from yours shoots you a glance and asks if you're alright.
"Yeah, just, uh... Tired. Trying to stay awake."
You stand up straight, causing your still-buzzing phone to fall to the floor.
"I'm gonna go make a coffee," you announce.
In your scramble to pick up your phone, you knock your chair over and onto the floor. Damnit, stop making such a scene.
You scurry away, trying desperately to silence your phone. Unfortunately, the last thing you had pulled up was... well, cock.
With a yelp, you turn and duck into the nearest bathroom, praying no one saw your screen.
Once you finally have some level of privacy, standing in a cramped bathroom stall, you start to look over your 50+ notifications from Derek.
He's been sending you messages all afternoon, mostly nonsense texts, with nudes interspersed between them.
11am:
Babe? Baaaaabe. Babe I miss you Come home When is work over
12pm:
Are you ignoring me? Babe I got a new robe Do you wanna see Baby
[A short video of Derek in his robe]
He starts the video making a concerned face at the camera, muttering to himself. Once he realizes it's recording, he sets it down on the bathroom counter and takes a few steps back, showing off his robe.
It's green silk with gold trim, and a gold tie around the waist. He takes a hit of his vape and does a quick 360, twirling for the camera.
"You like it?" He asks, beaming and carding a hand through his blonde curls.
He stares at the camera for a minute, seemingly waiting for a response, before snapping out of it and reaching to turn it off.
"Sorry. Just smoked a few." he mumbles, and the video ends.
1pm:
Babeeeee I need youuu Come home already Come sit on my lap
[A picture of Derek's lap]
He's still wearing the robe, and his hand is wrapped around his hard cock through the thin silk fabric. No skin is showing, but you can clearly see the familiar outline of his dick.
2pm:
Fuck If you don't come home soon I'm dying asjkdakdjha skdjhfskjdh aksjdkadjs Baby Can I send you Pics Baby asdasjdghask It misses you
[A shakily-recorded video of Derek from the waist down.]
He tugs at the golden strip of silk tied around his waist, slowly unravelling the loose knot.
Eventually it completely falls away, and his rope opens, exposing himself completely for the camera. His dick is standing at attention, twitching and leaking pre-cum down his shaft.
The video pans to his face again, and he absentmindedly gnaws at the end of his vape. Sweat drips down his forehead and he mumbles out a plea you're unable to hear with your volume off. The video ends.
2:30pm:
Baby Oh my God I can't wait Come home Looking at your old pics again Miss you so muchh Fuck work I need you
[A short close-up video of Derek's cock]
He's in bed, his animal-print bedsheets peeking through his legs as he lies back and strokes his cock. Slowly, he bucks his hips up into his hand, clearly trying not to finish just yet. You recognize this as the video from earlier, the one you opened at your desk.
2:45pm:
YOU OPENED IT BABE ARE YOU IGNORING ME BABY I'm so hard right now Please Fuck Fuck Fuck I need you to sit on me Please asajshdas hdsjdhfahd asdasjdk sljkdfls Answer Please Babyyyy
You blink at your screen, finally reaching the bottom of Derek's endless sea of messages. Fuck. You really should be angry with him, but he's so goddamn hot when he's needy.
Not that he needs to know that.
Is this what you do all day while I'm at work? Get high and play dress-up?
FUCK Babe Don't go or I'll die Please
I still have two hours of work left, Derek.
You wouldn't need to work if you'd just move in with me already <3
Your house scares me. No one should be exposed to that much animal print.
I'll buy us a new one. Just come home, pleaseee?
This bastard. He isn't going to give up, is he? You glance at the time, and bite your lip. Maybe you could make up the two hours later? Work overtime this weekend?
Babe?
I'm here. Brat.
Are you on your way over?
Yeah. I'll be home in ten.
Suddenly you feel very, very sick. Too sick to work. You explain this to your boss, who shoos you off and tells you to go home.
One thought plays over and over in your mind as you pack your things and scurry to the car...
Derek better still be wearing that slutty little robe when you see him.
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heretherebedork · 5 months
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This man is so babygirl it's almost painful. Just look at him. He leans in after telling him all about his tragic past and goes for the sweetest kiss because he was offered support and if that isn't just pure babygirl, then what is? What is more babygirl than serious trauma and seeking healing in a kiss with a soft boy that can bend you over and show you what he means?
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buff-borf-bork · 1 year
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Behold! a rat!
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elliespeach · 11 months
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what do u mean she slaughtered a whole city.. my pookie bear angel muffin cake pop schnookums would never do that … ://
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krasnyel · 1 year
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greg not being able to form a normal relationship with any woman that he’s met, backing off as soon as they show enough interest in him for them to become a thing. greg not wanting to mention whether or not he ‘rummaged to fruition’ with the girl he’s just met. greg being constantly reminded of his gay father, and how, in the roy’s perspective, being gay meant him leaving his family for nothing more than just to have sexual intercourses with other men. there’s only one woman greg can be in a life-long relationship with, and her name is repression
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nyipi · 2 months
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"You want my cat? You're gonna have to f̷̮̄ṳ̵̓c̵̞͊k̵̗̕i̶̖̓n̵͍̾g̶͔͘ ̶͈̀ KILL ME."
.// Alastor's Millie moment when Husk gets abducted by some wannabe Overlord trying to collect unpaid debts
in my head, this happens before they were even contract-bound to each other lol. to alastor, husk has always been that tomcat he picked up from the streets of the entertainment district.
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mxtxfanatic · 5 months
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Probably the stupidest, most reckless but undeniably bravest thing Mu Qing did in the entire novel was coming forward to Xie Lian with the truth about the missing golden foil.
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thebibutterflyao3 · 3 months
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While minorly editing one of my favourite published fics, The Catfish & The King, I came across my response to a comment about Barty and giggled like a fool.
“He’s here, he’s queer, and making it everyone’s problem.”
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I will never stop saying this, Billy was 100% justified in rocking Steve’s shit that night at the Byers house. If I had moved to the middle of nowhere, heard about this one kid who went missing and reappeared under mysterious circumstances, got hit on by someone old enough to be my parent, then rolled up to where my younger sibling was, that was also the place that the mystery kid lived, and the place looked like a disaster, and someone lied to me about my sibling being there with a group of boys and no adults in sight and a teen boy who absolutely should not be there under normal circumstances, I would have started swinging too. And it would have ended far worse for Steve if I had been swinging.
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Favorite Otps/Pairings: Harry Burns & Sally Albright (When Harry Met Sally) "I've been doin' a lot of thinkin', and the thing is, I love you. What? I love you. How'd you expect me to respond to this? How about you love me, too? How about I'm leaving? Doesn't what I said mean anything?Sorry, Harry. I know it's New Year's Eve, I know you're feeling lonely, but you just can't show up, say you love me and expect that to make it all right. It doesn't work this way. Well, how does it work? I don't know, but not this way. Then how about this way?I love that you get cold when it's 71 out. I love that it takes you 1 1/2 hours to order a sandwich. I love that you get a crinkle here when you look at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend a day with you I smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I wanna talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely or because it's New Year's Eve. I came cause when you realize you wanna spend the rest of your life with someone you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that and you make it impossible for me to hate you! And I hate you, Harry. I really hate you.I hate you. What does this song mean? My whole life, I don't know. "Should auld acquaintance be forgot" - should we forget old acquaintances? Or if we forget them, should we remember them? Which is not possible cause we already forgot 'em! Maybe it just means we should remember that we forgot them, or something. Anyway, it's about old friends. The first time we met we hated each other. No, I hated you. The second time we met, you didn't even remember me. I did, too!I remembered you. The third time we met we became friends. We were friends for a long time. And then we weren't. And then we fell in love.Three months later we got married. It only took three months."
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onehundredflamingos · 7 months
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@jegulus-microfic
23 / wash / 421 words
“James!” Regulus called from inside the front door. He didn’t know if he should laugh at the absurdity of what James was doing, or be embarrassed that all of their neighbors were probably watching. “James, what are you doing?”
“Huh?” James called back over the loud music. “I thought you wanted me to wash the car!”
Regulus stepped outside, not wanting to keep shouting over the stereo.
“Yeah but why are you —,” Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. “James, you’re not wearing any clothes.”
James looked down at himself before looking back up to meet Regulus’ eyes. “Yes, I am, this is a swimsuit!”
“For who? A six year-old?”
“Aw, Reg, you don’t like my Speedo?” He ran his hand along the front, brushing soap suds everywhere, a pout on his perfect lips.
Regulus shook his head, biting back a smile. “No, I don’t,” he lied.
“What about… when I do this?” James asked, grabbing the sponge out of the soap bucket and leaning over the hood of the car. He reached as far forward as he could, standing on his tiptoes and stretching out to wash the window.
Regulus sat down on the front steps, staring at James’ ass the entire time. He decided he may as well sit and enjoy the show, if James was so intent on putting one on. “You look like you’re in a music video!”
James immediately began shaking his ass in time to the music, and Regulus let out a startled laugh as he looked across the street to see if any of their neighbors were busy peeking their heads out their windows.
James beamed, knowing that he got Regulus to laugh — the way he always lit up when Regulus was happy — and climbed up onto the car, this time leaning back, rubbing the sponge down his chest and stomach, covering his entire body in suds. He writhed on the car, singing along to whatever song was on, Regulus sitting back to watch for as long as he could manage.
“Let’s go,” Regulus said suddenly, putting his hand out for James to take. James looked perplexed for just a split second before registering the heat in Regulus’ gaze. He clasped his hand in Regulus’ and allowed himself to be pulled down off the car.
“You want me to wash you next, babe?” James asked with a smirk, tossing the sponge back into the bucket.
Regulus led James back into the house and straight to the tub.
“Something like that.”
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Dear John | 141 Reacts to You Breaking Up with Them with a Letter
Almost all angst, sorry not sorry
Ghost
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He wasn’t surprised, honestly thought it would happen sooner. He came home after being away for almost eight months, with very little contact with you. Your shared flat was dark when he got there. He knew the moment he saw the letter on the dining table what had happened. He didn’t try to reach out, he didn’t want to hurt you and it honestly hurt too much for him too. He kept an eye on you, checking up on you from a distance. He knew he could never give you everything you wanted or needed and wanted to make sure you found someone who did. 
Soap
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Didn’t read it for three days after coming home. He slept on the couch, the bed didn’t even smell like you anymore. A couple of drunken voicemails later, you agreed to meet to talk in person. It didn’t go well. You were crying and he was trying hard not to. You eventually agreed to go your separate ways. He didn’t tell anyone you’d broken up for months, just lied to his mates about how busy you were with work or school. His maw loved you and he didn’t know how to tell her. He didn’t want to admit to himself you were gone. Had lots of random hook-ups until his next deployment but it wasn’t you. 
Price
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It wasn’t the first one he’d ever gotten. The disappointment still hung heavy in his heart. He didn’t bother reading it, just tossed it in the garbage. He drank, a lot. Went through a lot of cigars too (the neighbours complained about the smell). He went scorched earth, deleting your number, blocking you on everything, and throwing out anything that reminded him of you. He’d hoped you could hold on a little bit longer so he could show how ready he was to commit to you. He still has the ring he wanted to give you buried in the back of his sock drawer.
Gaz
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He called you immediately, just wanting to make sure you had a safe place to stay. He asked if the two of you could talk it out. You spent several hours at your local cafe, your previous favorite date spot. It was painful but you were both open with each other about what you wanted. You agreed to a break, and he offered to let you stay at the flat and he’d move out for the time being (didn’t ask Price about sleeping on his couch beforehand). You’re not sure where to go from here but you’re open to getting back together. You both need to work on things but you still care about each other, just not sure in what way yet.
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butmakeitgayblog · 2 months
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ADC in black dresses > white (table cloth dresses). It's the Lexa aesthetic, her being in dark colours is 🥵
Ok so, if we're talking head-to-head with the tablecloth dress?
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Yes, absolutely.
BUT, I raise you this number
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Lexa aesthetic? Depends on the au. Rivals the black? Biiiiiitch it just may
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kakavashazz · 10 days
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@ Veritas Ratio
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