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loopyart · 2 months

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Vox ‘n Val✨

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#oops my hand slipped #voxval #staticmoth #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel vox #vox #human vox #human Valentino #Valentino #valvox

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ivoreene · 1 year

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you’ve changed, megumi

#oops my hand slipped #JJK 221 #jjk manga spoilers #jjk spoilers #spoilers #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojou satoru #fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #my art

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kata-kemi · 8 months

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Mighty Rito Warrior, Asusteus and a Zonai Oracle, Eruyleusa

#zelda #zelda oc #tears of the kingdom #totk #tloz #the legend of zelda #zonai #rito #oops my hand slipped #asusteus #eruyleusa

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handmadecrybaby · 1 year

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show this to santa when he asks what you want for christmas

#me #oops my hand slipped #my waist needs some hands on it immediately

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tuna-fishh · 1 year

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"you're a good person. And you're not broken anymore, alright? We'll fill in each other's gaps. We'll be the glue"

-Vex to Percy

#oops my hand slipped #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #perc'ahlia #percy de rolo #vex'ahlia #critical role #vox machina #the legends of vox machina #i don't know where and how I found this quote #vox machina fanart #critical role fanart

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khickuwa · 11 months

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to more tomorrows.

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blindmagdalena · 1 year

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Okay so on the topic of John being so fast to cum, I like to think he’s got a thing for overstimulation. So, realistically it’s not an issue if he cums fast because he’s certainly going to make up for it. It literally lights my brain up to think about him coming in you and fucking you through it. Just imagine the faces he’d make. It could definitely go hand in hand with his need for praise. He’d be practically sobbing by the time you were done 🤤 I am a whore for desperate, unraveled Homelander

18+, overstim, oral sex, praise kink, sublander.

By the time Homelander sinks into you, he's already on the verge of losing it. He's been waiting for this all day, edged by your promises of what was to come. It started with just a suggestive text this morning, and snowballed into you sending him photos that had him clenching his fists tight enough to split the leather of his gloves. Even now, your breath is hot in his ear, whispering filthy praises.

"Faster," you moan, arching into him. "I wanna come on your cock. Can you do that for me, baby? Fuck me until I come?"

Homelander keens through his teeth, head bowed to your chest, face locked in concentration. "Y-yeah, I want-I will, I'm-" He wants to. More than anything, he wants to pound you senseless, but he's been so worked up all day, if he moves any faster he knows he's going to come. You're doing nothing to help his cause, tangling your fingers in his hair and speaking so sweetly to him. He hates the way it makes him whimper.

"I'm gonna come," he finally confesses, face buried in the crook of your neck, the shame of it thick in his voice as he stops, buried deep, throbbing from his head to his toes. He wants so badly to be good for you.

Without missing a beat, you tell him, "It's okay, baby. Come in me, but don't stop until I come, too."

Bracing your feet on the bed, you thrust up against him, shocking a needy little gasp from him. Grabbing a handful of his hair, you kiss and lick at his ear, rocking your hips, egging him on. "Go on. It's okay. You're gonna be so good for me, aren't you?" You ask, like you've yanked the thought straight from his mind. "Yes," he moans, rutting against you, fucking in such shallow bursts he's barely leaving you, turning frantic as his orgasm immediately swells back up to a near peak. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck, nnngh!"

Everything turns white hot. Homelander screws his eyes shut, slamming his load deep into you on a final thrust. He's still like that for a couple of seconds, gasping wetly against your skin, but a sharp tug at his hair brings him back to reality. "Don't stop," you tell him, your own words breathy and thin with desire. "Fuck me, sweetheart. Fuck me messy." Without a thought, Homelander begins thrusting again, holding you to him as if for dear life. Sensitive, he makes a wounded noise, riding the razors edge of too much pleasure. The sound of it is obscene, sloppy wet and fucking delicious. His come is dripping out of you with every deep thrust, coating your thighs and your ass, the slap of your bodies loud and wet. Homelander's expression twists in exquisite agony, more and more of those simpering noises escaping the back of his throat as he fucks you with increasing urgency. Where most sensations, like pain, are dulled to Homelander's super senses, pleasure in the extreme is not. You've quickly learned how to use this to reduce him beyond words, strip him down to nothing but a needy little pet, desperate to please you. "Oh, there, that's it, don't stop. Just like that," you pant, arching your back. Homelander grabs hold of the headboard, gritting his teeth, watching you through half-lidded eyes. The whole bed slams into the wall with every thrust. "Harder, oh god-"

Your body locks up like a vice when you come, wringing a choked noise out of Homelander. It hurts so fucking good, makes his skin tingle all over, but he doesn't stop. He fucks you as you come, even as you squeeze him through your orgasm. His eyes are bleary, and he feels every ripple of your pleasure. It yanks a second orgasm from his core, an eruption so intense and unexpected he hits an abrupt halt, muffling a noise against your neck that's nearly a sob. The two of you lay like that for several moments, you basking in the aftermath while he recovers with shaken breaths, his weight warm and heavy against you.

"Sweet boy," you murmur eventually, stroking your hand up and down his back. "You were incredible. Made me come so hard," you praise, words slightly slurred as your fingers move to his hair, stroking along his scalp. He may not have broken a sweat, but you can still feel his heart racing in his chest from sheer overwhelm.

"I came again," Homelander says quietly, almost sheepish. "I know," you say with a smile, curling his hair around your finger. "That felt good, too." "I'll do better-" "Sshhh," you interrupt, combing his hair back. "You did exactly what I asked. You were perfect," you assure, earning a contented little sigh from him. "But..." Homelander's gaze flickers up, lazy and worn out, but a slight furrow between his brow. "You made a big mess, my darling," you say, drawing your words out languidly. With a smile, you flatten your hand atop his head, and give a guiding push down. "I want you to lick it up."

Without an ounce of hesitation, Homelander goes down, eager to make up for this perceived imbalance. He shoulders his way between your legs and nuzzles in between your thighs, immediately lapping and sucking at you. He doesn't miss a drop, dragging his tongue from your thighs to your core. He uses his fingers, pumping them in and out, licking up whatever mess drips from them, savoring the taste of his own release on your skin.

Inside and out, you're his.

Relaxing against the bed, you continue to pet his hair, sighing your pleasure as you rock your hips, grinding up into his mouth and down onto his fingers. He's gotten good at pleasuring you exactly the way you like it. You barely have to instruct him, holding his hair more for encouragement than guidance. Your second orgasm rolls in slow, building up until it crashes down on you like a tidal wave while Homelander continues to lap at you like the ocean tide against the shore, chasing your pleasure through the aftershocks. Homelander pushes his fingers in deep, nuzzling at you until you finally push him away, whispering his name breathlessly.

Crawling back up the bed, he settles heavily down against you. You kiss him, licking your mingled taste from his lips, sucking it from his tongue. The two of you spend awhile just kissing, bodies slotted together like they were made to fit. You whisper reverence between presses of your lips, and he soaks it up like rays of the sun, coiling his arms securely around you.

Sleep follows easily, the reprieve thoroughly earned.

#oops my hand slipped #anon you have DESTROYED ME IM SO RRRRRRRRRRRR #homelander x reader #homelander x you #my writing #smut #sublander

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firstkanaphans · 4 days

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the moon and all her stars

[a deleted scene from 23.5, episode 6]

Because she was an alien, people expected Aylin to enjoy looking at the stars, but the truth was that she didn’t. Staring at the heavens far above her only made her feel homesick. She preferred observing from the safety of her bedroom instead. So when Luna began fiddling with her projector and set loose a constellation of stars upon her ceiling, Aylin was more than happy to lay on the floor with her and take in their cosmic beauty together.

The stars above her might not be real, but they hurt less than the real things.

“Do these stars have names?” Luna asked, pointing randomly to one of the bright lights above them. Although the stars on the ceiling did not mimic any real constellations, Aylin had lain just like this often enough to have memorized each one. She had named them herself and wrote their histories in her heart.

“Of course,” she said

“Then what’s that one called? The big one right in the middle.”

Aylin smiled because that one was her most favorite. “Home,” she said. She felt Luna turn to look at her, but she didn’t say anything, so Aylin just kept staring up at the stars. Eventually, Luna looked back at the ceiling.

“Does your planet have any moons?”

“Yes. One.”

“Well now it has two.”

Aylin smiled as the projector continued to spin, washing the room in an ethereal glow of purples and blues and pinks. No one else had ever been in here with her before. It felt nice to not be alone.

Eventually, though, even Aylin had to admit that it was time for bed. The stars were more beautiful in her dreams anyway.

“Good night, Human Senior,” she said, standing and flipping the projector back over to its usual setting. A glowing white moon returned to its rightful place in the middle of her ceiling and staring at its familiar craters, she felt content. “You can sleep on the floor.”

“Oh!” Luna argued as Aylin climbed into the twin bed she shared with her inflatable alien friend, Puuan, and pulled the covers up to her neck. “But you didn’t even give me any blankets!”

“Moons don’t need blankets.”

“Then neither do aliens!”

The covers were pulled off of Aylin. She sat up, shocked to find that they were now clutched tightly in Luna’s hand. Luna smirked down at her and when Aylin tried to reach for the blankets, she snatched them away.

“Give those back!”

“If you want the blankets, then you have to share the bed.”

“But there’s not room on the bed,” Aylin argued. With her and Puuan lying side by side, there was no room for anyone else.

“Sure there is. You just have to tell Puuan to sleep on the floor. He won’t mind. He doesn’t get cold.”

“But this is Puuan’s bed!”

“Well then I hope Puuan can keep you warm,” Luna said and then laid down on the cold, hard floor and wrapped herself in Aylin’s blankets.

Aylin tried to wrench them away from her, but Luna was holding on too tightly. She screamed out in frustration but, refusing to admit defeat, laid back down, wrapping her arms and legs around her alien friend, searching for warmth that wasn’t there. She looked at Puuan and then she looked at Luna.

“Fine!” she cried, setting Puuan down on the ground next to the bed. “You can sleep up here with me.”

Luna preened and sprang up as if Aylin had never rejected her at all. Then she climbed into bed next to her and threw the covers over them both.

Aylin was immediately struck by just how small her bed was. She’d never realized it before, but with Luna pressed right up against her side, she was immediately overwhelmed. She didn’t like when people touched her—not usually—but she was surprised to find that this time, she didn’t mind. It was a new sensation, but it was nice. Like a glass of water on a hot summer day.

“See,” Luna said, turning onto her side to look Aylin in the eyes. They were so close that her nose was almost touching Aylin’s cheek. “Isn’t this nice?”

“You’re very close,” Aylin said.

“Yes, about that,” Luna agreed and then reached up and pushed Aylin’s antennas to the side so that they were still on her head, but lopsided. “Much better. Now they’re not hitting me. Good night!”

She turned onto her back and closed her eyes, immediately pretending to sleep as if she worried Aylin might kick her out if she stayed awake any longer. She wasn’t entirely wrong to think so. Aylin had considered it. But she didn’t. Instead, she lay there, thinking about the moon and the sun and the stars and how she had never felt more at home than this.

She chose not to question it. She straightened her antenna back up and fell asleep with one moon above her and another by her side—a piece of space fallen down to Earth. Just like her.

#oops my hand slipped #23.5 degrees #23.5 fic #aylinluna #aylinluna fic #sarah writes things

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verdart · 1 year

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Blacksmith Hiccup

Head cannon of the day: in rtte we see Astrid’s old axe get destroyed in battle so my head cannon is that the axe we see in movie two is actually a gift from Hiccup, an axe he made for Astrid :)

#OOPS MY HAND SLIPPED #I DID NOT INTEND THIS MUCH BUT I SERVED YK #my art #fanart #httyd #art #hiccup #hiccup how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon #rtte #httyd fanart #httyd art #astrid httyd #blacksmith hiccup

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omnibused · 1 year

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#ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #oops my hand slipped #Avatar the Last Airbender #ATLA #Toph #toph beifong #[INSERT MC'S HOWLING LAUGHTER]

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sillystupidgayartkid · 1 month

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oops my hand slipped

another member to the weird eye markings gang!

#ninjago #lego ninjago #fanart #art #ninjago morro #jay ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago echo #echo julien #echo zane #mr e ninjago #morro fanart #morro ninjago #morro wu #oops my hand slipped

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buttercupthebard · 1 year

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I saw this ad, then I got lost... I'm sorry

#jaskier #jaskier the bard #julian alfred pankratz #the witcher #the witcher netflix #witcher fanart #fanart #what a slay #sorry not really sorry #beloved bard #oops my hand slipped #slutty wife

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mermaniic · 3 months

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Was feeling my oats in the plane bathroom

#me #selfie #bear #hairy #oops my hand slipped

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zeiinep · 2 years

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a treacherous liaison

#oops my hand slipped #sebastian lacroix #nines rodriguez #lacroix/nines #vampire the masquerade #Vampire The Masquerade Bloodlines #vtmb fanart #vtm #vtmb

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madmoro · 2 years

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chained dog

#ofmd #ofmd fanart #our flag means death #ofmd izzy #ofmd izzy hands #izzy hands #ofmd blackbeard #blackbeard #ed teach #edward teach #oops my hand slipped #my art

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sam-loves-seb · 7 months

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galladrabbles: chore

thanks @galladrabbles & @lupeloto for this week's prompt!

prompt: chore

Ian sits Mickey down on the bench in the dugouts, kneeling between his legs. He pushes Mickey’s tank top up, works the button on his jeans. “You really—" Mickey gasps, whispers a fuck as Ian’s fingers touch his hips. “You don’t have to do this.” Ian looks up at Mickey, all wide-eyed and nervous, like he’s never had another boy get on his knees for him before. Maybe he hasn’t. “I want to,” Ian says with a shrug. “Really?” He grins. “You make it sound like a chore.” Ian dips his head, and tattooed fingers grab at his hair.

[ my galladrabbles | ao3 | ko-fi ]

#oops my hand slipped #galladrabbles #shameless #gallavich #my galladrabbles #ian x mickey #shameless fic #drabble

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