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paradoxical-scribbler · 2 years

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5 WRONG NUMBER PROMPTS

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ONE

A: “Hey! You won't believe what happened today!” *proceeds to explain said funny happening with great enthusiasm*

B: *tries to inform A that its the wrong number but fails so they wait for A to finish their story* *ends up laughing at A's story* “It's unfortunate that I'm not your friend. But thank you for this entertaining story. You've made my awful day a lot better.”

TWO

A: “Hey, it's me. Just calling to make sure you're okay.”

B: *feels happy that someone called to check up on them* *talks a bit but then realise its a complete stranger on the other end* *gets sad that it wasn't one of their friends or family* “Oh Sorry. I think you called a wrong number.”

A: “Ohh! I'm sorry. I thought I called my friend”

B: “It's fine. Thanks for talking anyways. Your friend is lucky to have someone like you.”

THREE

A: “Hey, I know you're not obligated to bear with my issues but I really need your company right now.”

B: *realizes its a wrong number but is kinda concerned about the person on line* “It's alright. I'll come. Where are you?”

FOUR

A: “So I..” *chuckles and is struggling to speak* “I kinda got stabbed—”

B: *has no idea who it is but is extremely concerned* “OH MY GOD! WHERE ARE YOU!?”

A: *realizes they dialed a wrong number* “You're not—”

B: “SHUT UP AND TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!”

FIVE

A: “I'm coming for you.”

B: *thinks its one of those weird, scam calls and plays along* “Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try.”

A: “Mock me all you want.” *has already tracked B's cellphone and is on their way* “You're not getting away this time.”

B: *is slightly scared now* “W-wait..Who are y—”

*a car stops outside B's house*

A: *still on the phone* “I'm here. Won't you welcome me?”

B: *terrified* “No no no! I think you got the wrong person!”

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dominicfikue · 1 month

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𝐨𝐨𝐨. 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 . . . featuring matthew sturniolo. ( pt. 1 )

beware of. nothing! not fluff but there is slight banter & reader is lowkey dry ( she’s me i fear ).

✶ ׅ ࣪ headline. you fail terribly at texting your mom to let her know you got a new phone but luckily, you made a friend during the process.

solai speaks 𝜗𝜚. this is actually so short but i just wanted to feed you guys really quick! i want to restart this acc so i’m not sure if any pt 2’s ( other than this series ) will come out. big thank you 2 my baby mona for this gem of an idea!! enjoy <3!

taglist. @fawnchives @prettyvyll @trickywritters @breeloveschris @lorarri @gnxosblog @firexovni @tylerstacobell @ivonchetooo1239 @bernardsgf @dracoflaco @strniolo @paibey @hearts4chriss @sturniololo @rootbeerworshiper @tillies33ssss @katluckybear @realuvrrr @junnniiieee07

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tofuingho · 1 year

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There's a suspicious lack of wrong number fics in the DP x DC fandom.

Like, imagine Conner suddenly receiving a picture message of Dani petting a whale, or Tucker sending a rant about how cool the new phone being released by Wayne Enterprises to Tim, or Danny sending a video of Cujo to Damian.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #wrong number au #i've been watching a YouTube video about wrong number texts

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eternalreignblog · 8 months

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GP Lexa receives a text from an unknown number. When she opens it, she finds a nude of Clarke who sent it to her by mistake. Lexa decides to play along and sends a dick pic back

Tossing her bag down on the kitchen table, Lexa groaned audibly as she collapsed down on the sofa. She was exhausted after a long, hard day at the fire station and wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower, bury herself under her doona, and sleep for a week.

Hearing her phone ping with a notification nearly made her scream, thinking it might be her boss calling her back in for a double shift.

Mentally preparing herself for disappointment, Lexa hoisted herself up and ruffled through her bag to find the offending device. Swiping to unlock her phone, Lexa was pleasantly surprised to see a message from an unknown number rather than her boss.

Sighing in relief, Lexa plonked herself back down on the couch and opened up the message, assuming it was another one of those scam attempts.

Her eyebrows shot up instantly, and her dick twitched in approval as an image of a perfect set of tits flashed up on her screen with the caption "thinking of you 💋"

There were no links. No, 'click here to see more' or any other tell-tale sign of a scam message, so Lexa concluded she must be the lucky recipient of a wrong number sext.

Her cock was getting hard looking at the mirror snap of the strangers gorgeous breasts, thinking about sliding her dick between them and cumming on the lips that were just out of frame. She could see some tendrils of blonde hair over petit shoulders, but the stars of the show were definitely the huge breasts sitting proud, nipples hard, and pointing toward the camera in all their double-D glory.

Feeling bold, and now kinda horny, Lexa shoved her pants down enough to free her now rock hard cock, and started stroking.

Before she could think about it too much, she snapped a pic of her dick standing tall, bead of precum leaking from the tip as she jerked it to the strangers picture.

Lexa had to admire the photo for a second as her slim waist and small hands had the added effect of making her cock look huge by contrast.

She quickly typed out "now I'm thinking of you too 🍆💦" and sent off the message to the unknown number.

Her heart was beating with nerves and lust, never having sent an intimate image to a partner before, let alone a perfect stranger.

She went back to admire the nude, still impressed by the quality assets in the photo. Lexa was definitely a boobs girl, and this set was notging short of magnificent.

Lexa was stroking her cock, slowly working herself up when she almost dropped her phone in surprise when a new message came through.

Scrolling excitedly down to the new pic, Lexa let out an audible groan at the sight of the woman's naked body. She was lying on her bed, one knee up with a hand between her legs, touching herself as she took the photo from just above her chest so Lexa had a perfect view right down her gorgeous figure.

The woman had captioned it "what are you thinking about?"

Lexa was invested in this little game now, pulling herself up off the sofa and meandering her way ungracefully to the bedroom, knocking into walls and furniture in her haste, all while divesting herself of her clothes haphazardly.

She came to a halt in front of her bathroom mirror, and before she could overthink how utterly insane she was being by sending nudes to a total stranger, she snapped a shot of her torso and cock, the frame starting just under her breasts and showcasing her abs.

Smiling smugly, she sent the picture with the line, "sliding my cock between your tits before I fuck you hard,"

Laying down on her bed, Lexa waited not so patiently for a reply while slowly jerking herself.

After less than a minute, a massage came through, and Lexa was mildly disappointed when no image was attached - until she read the words.

"Your cock looks delicious, i want to taste it 🫦"

Lexa groaned audibly as the image of her cock dissapearing into the mysterious woman's mouth flashed through her mind.

Before she had a chance to respond, a picture came through, and Lexa nearly came on the spot as she took in the image of a decent sized dildo sliding into a soaked pussy. Moments later, another message followed.

"I wish this was your dick,"

Without thinking, Lexa fired back, "I would fuck you so much better, I would eat your pussy till you're screaming before rolling you over, sliding in and fucking you until you cum on my cock,"

The three dots appeared straight away.

"Slap my ass while I'm face down on the mattress and I'll cum so hard on your cock. I want your cum inside me so bad,"

"I would fill you up so much you'd feel it dripping out for a week,"

"I'd clean you up so good, lick all our cum off your dick,"

"I'd make sure you get every last drop,"

The rapid-fire texts stopped for a moment, and Lexa was disappointed because she was so close to busting that one more message would probably have sent her over the edge.

Stroking herslef, Lexa could feel the beginnings of her orgasm. Scrolling through the chat and looking at the pictures again, she was so close to nutting. God, this girl was hot as fuck, Lexa sent a silent shout out to whoever the dumbass was that gave her the wrong number.

Their loss. Lexa’s unequivocal gain.

Then, as if by some kind of divine intervention, another message and pic appeared on Lexa's screen.

Her eyes raked over the new image of pretty pink pussy lips absolutely covered in slick, two fingers sliding through the mess with the caption: "i just came so hard thinking about your cock,"

It was exactly what Lexa needed, the thought of her cock replacing the fingers in the pic sent her careening over the edge, cumming hard all over her abs.

She stroked her dick to squeeze out every last drop, only adding to the impressive load that had accumulated. Lexa hadn't cum this hard or this much in ages and the release left her feeling spent and relaxed.

After she came back down to earth, and with her last ounce of energy, Lexa snapped a pic of the mess she'd made and sent it off, "wish you were here to clean me up," she added before she collapsed in exhaustion.

**********

The next morning, Lexa woke to find herself in pretty much the same position she fell asleep in, and just as messy. Kicking her past self for not at least cleaning up before falling asleep, Lexa dragged herself out of bed and into the shower.

Thinking back on the crazy events of the night before, Lexa could hardly believe it had even happened. She opened up the convo with the stranger to rehash the memory and prove to herself that it was indeed real and not some fatigue induced hallucination.

What she wasn't expecting to find was a fresh massage -

"I have no idea who you are, you're definitely not the person who gave me their number last night, but damn girl, I need your cock in my life. If you're in Polis, and fuck I hope you are, be at Grounders Bar at 10pm tonight, I'll be the one in red,"

As soon as she finished reading, Lexa was on the phone to her boss to change shifts.

There was no fucking way she was going to be anywhere other than Grounders tonight.

#prompt #ask #g!p Lexa #Wrong Number AU #i forgot about this little gem #hiding away in my drafts #enjoy some bonus gp lexa content #clexa #clexa smut

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theropoda · 4 months

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thinking abt my weird relationship with tes and how i played skyrim first when i was like 11/12 and fell in love with this mediocre game because i didn't know any better, and then played oblivion and then morrowind and fell even more in love but what i loved the most as i grew up was the stories i made in this universe, my characters, the meanings i put into this world that the writers never did. and even now i still think a lot about tes world building and put so much thought and research into something that isn't even mine.

and it's like a lot of love into something that doesn't love you back and actually even Hates you. because bethesda thinks good writing is for chums. i was excited for tes 6 once as a wee lad but now im genuinely hoping that, if anything it gets cancelled bc i don't want this thing i love to eat itself further.

i do think about my characters and how much i love them. and how i wonder what if i Moved➡️them to an original fantasy universe where the things i don't like about tes don't exist but they're so deeply anchored in the game setting and lore i dunno how id do it without making fundamentally different characters.

i know it's just video games like it's polygons. but Man. :/

#to answer the question of what prompted this post: i learned who emil pagliarulo is.#his days are numbered.#There's also fucking kuntbride dont get me wrong but. This ones a new discovery. As if i thought it did not get WORSE #t #tes

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theflyingfeeling · 5 months

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Eighteenth Day of Gift-Giving: Aches

Prompt: "Just focus on me and try to relax."

This is the prompt I asked a little help with, and here's the result! I wanted to bring back the airport saga one more time, the previous part of which can be found here (although I'm afraid you still won't get to learn how Niko and Tommi are doing at the bar, sorry). This piece was sort of inspired by several prompts on the list, but this was the only one I included as it is. Enjoy 🖤

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Joel’s head hurt. His eyes hurt. His back hurt from lying on the floor. His jaw hurt from gritting his teeth. His palms hurt from his nails digging into them in an attempt to mute all the other pain into something more harmless and bearable, but it only made him more frustrated. The only part of him that wasn’t hurting was a small patch of his skin near his collarbone where Joonas’ thumb worked in a circular motion. It wasn’t much, but definitely more than what Joel deserved after having complained the entire day, as if everyone else wasn’t as tired and irked about the situation; he was just the one being a huge bitch about it.

And then there was Joonas. Joonas, who always knew better than to bother Tommi when he sat still with his eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest. Joonas, who would let Niko borrow his powerbank charger even though he was running on 8% himself, just so he could call Minna to wish her good night before he'd climb to his bunk. Joonas, who had made everyone promise they wouldn’t comment on whatever Olli and Aleksi had going on between them, because apparently they were yet to figure it out themselves and that they should be left to do that in peace, on their own terms.

Yeah, there was no way in hell Joel was worthy of Joonas’ solicitude. Not even a little bit, Joel decided and turned to his side on the new-ish hardwood flooring of the airport lounge, even though it made him feel even more uncomfortable and pained.

Only then he noticed that the only other part of his body that wasn’t hurting, apart from the little piece of skin Joonas had been caressing, had been the back of his head.

Because Joonas’ arm had been there this whole time, keeping his head from dropping to the cold, hard floor.

The arm was now protecting his temple and showing no signs of moving from under him. It must have gone numb by now, although Joel wasn’t sure how long they had been lying there. It might have been only five minutes, but with Joel’s sense of time being manipulated by his agony, it could've also been five hours for all he knew.

“Do you want me to go?”

Joel sighed. He was surprised by the smallness of his own voice when he heard himself speak.

“I bet the sofa would be more comfortable.”

“For sure, but do you want me to go?”

It’s not that Joel hadn’t known his answer the first time Joonas asked him. He just didn’t know how to ask Joonas to stay without feeling like he was asking too much.

Too much, as in more than what he was worthy of.

Joonas, however, took his silence as an affirmative answer and tried to slide his arm from under Joel’s head. Instinctively – or not knowing what else to do to have his way; to selfishly keep Joonas by his side – Joel grabbed Joonas’ hand to keep it in place. Joonas stopped in his tracks that very second, and two more later, intertwined their fingers, and in doing so, stopped the entire world around Joel.

For a fleeting second, there was no half-empty airport lounge, no fog outside the enormous windows keeping them as its prisoners. There was just Joonas' hand in his, and it shattered his world.

Joel wasn’t used to this kind of intimacy. He simply wouldn't let it happen, not with Joonas, not with anyone. Fleeing before anyone got too close to him never made him too proud of himself, but he didn't know anything else.

He couldn’t really explain why. It scared him, he supposed. Even now, his entire body shivered and his chest felt tight with something Joel did not know how to put into words.

He was thankful that at least with Joonas, he never had to; Joel sometimes felt as if the guy could read his thoughts, which was a comfort as much as it was a nuisance.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh.” Joonas ran his hand up and down Joel’s arm. “Breathe, Joel. Just breathe.”

It was incredible how Joonas knew he was suffocating even before Joel realised it himself.

Joel squeezed his eyes closed and tried to imagine himself some place else, just anywhere that wasn’t a room half filled with strangers, many of them probably gawking at them and wondering what the hell was wrong with him.

I’m what’s wrong with me, Joel wanted to tell them. I’m so wrong and broken that I’m on the verge of a panic attack by having lowered my walls enough for my best friend to fucking comfort me when I need him the most, nothing else to see here, thank you and have a nice day.

“Joel.”

He could barely hear Joonas’ voice. He couldn’t tell if it was because it was so quiet or because his heartbeat was so loud in his ears.

“Joel. Please turn around. I want to help you. Please.”

Maybe it was the calming tone of Joonas’ voice. Maybe it was the movement of Joonas’ hand on his arm, or the fact his other hand was still clasping Joel’s, tight as if to keep him from falling off a cliff. Whatever it was, something made Joel do as Joonas asked, and he turned slowly, first to lie on his back for a moment, then to face Joonas.

He kept his eyes shut, for he found some kind of strange comfort in the darkness. Sometimes it terrified him to death, but with Joonas’ soft voice speaking to him, Joel suddenly felt as if nothing would.

It took him a minute, maybe two, for Joel to find his normal breathing rhythm again. Somehow it matched perfectly with the pattern of Joonas’, which made it easier, Joel guessed. He didn’t even try to understand it; one moment he’s a trembling mess, a prey animal who had digged inside a leaf pile trying to hide its own heartbeat, and in the next he’s boneless and warm under Joonas’ touch, his blood finally flowing to his limbs again.

“Just… focus on me and try to relax. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“It’s okay.”

“Okay.”

“I’m here, Joel. You’re safe.”

I know.

~*~

"Joel. Hey, Joel, we're going."

The headache wasn't gone, but Joel supposed he had managed to fall asleep for a short while, since keeping his eyes open wasn't such a strenuous task any more. There was a slight pain in his neck, but he felt warm, even when Joonas lifted the leather jacket he had put on him at some point.

Maybe, against all odds, he'd make it back home alive.

"They're boarding us soon."

Joel could only nod at the information. His entire body felt heavy, possibly too heavy for the plane to take off with him inside it, if Joel was to count on his luck.

Only at the boarding queue he had the strength to lift his head and take in his surroundings. He saw members of the crew, yawning tapping on their phone cases. There was Tommi and under his arm almost sleeping Niko, perhaps a little tipsy if the shade of his gaze was anything to go by. Behind them, Olli and Aleksi's eyes kept wandering back to each other time after time, quick smiles visiting their lips each time they caught the other staring. They way their hands kept fumbling with each other, almost teasingly before shying away again, implied they would've holded hands if they had been some place else that wasn't an international airport.

Joel could relate: his hand was no good for anything without Joonas holding it.

~*~

The time on Joel's phone was nearing four in the morning when they finally stepped out of the taxi. It wasn't unsual to him to be awake at that hour, more often than not against his will, however.

His tired eyes blurred when he stared at the front door of his apartment building. Joonas' would be a few blocks down the street; close enough for Joel to stomp to whenever he ran out of oat milk.

(The nearest grocery store with an entire shelf full of Joel's favourite brand was about as close in the opposite direction, but Joonas wouldn't be there.)

"D'you wanna stay at mine?"

(And they wouldn't read Joel's mind at the grocery store the way Joonas always did.)

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #joelxjoonas #24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling #just a little breather from all the fluff and smut 💗#don't get me wrong i love fluff and emotional smut but i consider myself better at this kinda stuff #thanks again everyone who voted on that poll! 🖤#ngl i was tempted to make this niko/tommi #or more like niko & tommi & deep talks at the bar (with prompt number 11)#but i juuuuuuuust couldn't resist the temptaion of writing more j/j 🥺#alsooooo it's the final week of the advent calendar! and i actually think i might be able to make it holy shit 😭

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asirensrage · 1 year

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Another one!!!

“Sooner or later, you’ll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you.”

I'm going to pick any Ben Barnes character for that one :)

I love your choices, thank you!

This ended up being a bit of a sequel to Wrong Number.

Warnings: swearing. kidnapping. dark fic.

He kneels in front of her, reaching up and wiping the spit off of his face. He took her. He stole her in the night and has the audacity to look surprised that she’s upset.

“I get it,” he says. “I know you’re upset but let’s face it, your life? That wasn’t a life sweetheart.”

“You don’t get to decide that!” Isa snaps. “You don’t kidnap a stranger!”

“Stranger? You think you have any idea what made me find you?”

“I don’t care.”

“You should.” He stands up and looks at her and the way she’s curled up on the cot he’s set up. “Your life was shit, sweetheart. I’m only here to help.”

“Let me go.”

“No.” He sighs and turns to the door. “Sooner or later, you’ll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you.”

“Fuck you!”

He leaves without a word. She’s not stupid. She knows he’ll be back.

let’s do some prompts and drabbles

#fic: wrong number #prompt #billy russo drabble #dark drabble #dark fic

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teamhawkeye · 2 years

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Laura Kearney is a college graduate

I don’t know how that’s managed to slip by so many people, but in order to apply and be accepted to veterinary or grad school, an undergraduate degree is almost always required. 4 years of college study standard, since it is extremely rare for anyone to be accepted at 2-3 (though not technically unheard of). plus, most vet schools want you to have taken the GRE before applying. and also would like to see some hands-on work - volunteer or paid - at a veterinary clinic, animal shelter, farm, etc.

at minimum, she’s 22-23. this is also confirmed by Siobhan Williams, Laura’s VA and mocap artist. Max presumably is of the same age range, since i’d assume they met and started dating in college and made their plans together from there.

they’re not 18 and fresh out of high school - they’re two adults who’ve already been through their first round of higher education and applied to pursue more

#Laura Kearney #The Quarry #i think after post number 9 or 10 of seeing her being slapped with the wrong age finally prompted me to pen this PSA #and the fact that i'm not even looking for Laura content and i'm still having to see it is really tiring

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embrose · 1 year

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AU Prompt:

A wrong number AU, but instead of a wrong number the one sending a message accidentally sends a letter to the wrong address. And the receiver, whether because they're bored, curious or just diligent, send a reply informing the sender of a mistake. And then...

Omg they were accidental penpals.

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awkwardtickleetoo · 1 year

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I'm gonna try to go through my drafts and inbox today (or tomorrow) as much as I can to try to clear some stuff out :)

#i have a few things in drafts i never reblogged and a few asks i never answered #and im so sorry to anyone who Did send an ask who literally just got radio silence in response #also just to keep everyone up to speed #i did a prompt thing a While ago and got a ton of prompts sent in (which i am EXTREMELY appreciative of and grateful for)#but i fucked something up with the list and the numbers got all scrambled and i couldnt actually get any of them done :(#so im gonna be getting rid of the prompts in my inbox and at some point soon im gonna do another prompt thing-#-and fix the stuff that went wrong!! rhat way anyone who requested can have a chance to Actually properly get something written from me #and i appreciate everyone for being understanding with that and everything so thank you guys <3 #but ill update on that when it ends up happening #so yeah :) that's whats happening rn gamers

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crystallizedcheese · 2 years

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[*Hello! Can I speak to G…]

#undertale #wrong number caller #phone #uh oh #drawtober 2022 #drawtober #october art prompts #october art challenge #october drawing challenge #ink challenge #traditional art #my art

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scribbling-punk · 2 years

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Wrong Number

Lena tosses and turns, kicking the blankets off when she gets too hot, only to haul them back over her when she gets too cold. She’s lost track of how many hours ago she came to bed, unwilling to check the clock out of fear it will tell her it’s almost time to get up again.

Her cell phone vibrates on the bedside table for the third time tonight, a wrong number that hasn’t been able to take the hint. Lena groans into her pillow, turning the air around her blue with the mumbled rant that would cause even the most traveled sailor to blush. She refuses to answer it, unwilling to have even the shortest of conversations with an unknown number in the middle of the night.

Lena doesn’t even like doing that on the rare occasion when she is well rested.

But, whoever it is, they are persistent. They call again and again, the cell phone—that Lena can’t switch to silent because of work—vibrates every ten minutes or so, until Lena can take no more and grabs it, preparing herself to give the stranger a piece of her mind.

“Hel—”

“Finally!” a woman’s voice cuts off her greeting, “I thought you were gonna leave me hanging. Seriously, there’s only so long I can keep teasing myself before I just cum without you.”

Lena freezes, her jaw hanging open, convinced she must have misheard or is perhaps dreaming.

“Like, my clit might just fall off at this point,” the woman continues. There’s a sigh that crackles the line, “and my fingers are all wrinkled now. I wish I just told my father I didn’t want to come on this trip, at least then it would be your fingers cramping up.”

“Perhaps you should take a break then.”

“I can’t take a break! Not after those pictures you sent me and—wait, who is this?”

Read Wrong Number early on Patreon.

#Wrong Number #Lena x Andrea #Rojascorp #Prompt Fill #Early Access

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leonardalphachurch · 1 year

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hmmmmmmmm. maybe i should. do something. for 600.

#i guess i can open myself up to prompts. but uh. homelessness kind of saps creative energy away. still.#i wonder how many of these are dead blogs. would be neat to be able to see only active followers #there are NO spam bots i block all of them bc i hate to have the wrong number. god if i didn’t i’d probably have 700 by now.

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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OH SHIR REQUESTS ARE CLOSED OMG IM SORRY CANCEL OUT THAT REQUEST SORRY

plz take breaks and take ur time sorry I didn't read before I sent that in I just noticed it.

-🍄

it’s alright, don’t worry about it <3 mistakes happen.

i’m not gonna delete your ask, so don’t worry abt resending it when they’re open again. don’t beat yourself up over it, and have a nice day. have a cup of crisp ice water if you haven’t.

#m1d : [chats]#🍄 anon #that’s such a cute emoji btw 10/10 #ngl i kinda forget whenever my requests are closed-#for me that means that i have enough on my plate and anything new sent in likely won’t be answered for a while bc i’m busy #don’t get me wrong. that’s still true. but it doesn’t mean i’m like taking a break or some hiatus-#plus you were simply prompting me abt something i’d said before so it barely registered as a request to me #i should probably have been clearer abt that but tbh i like the boundary set by ‘closed’ better than ‘second priority’#but. anyway. have a good day 🍄!#also @ tumblr: you can make a whole tab for the shop on mobile but you can’t give me a number for how many messages are in my inbox??#my object permanence is SHIT that’s why it’s TAKING ME SO LONG #i don’t even know they’re there!!! a bitch forgets!!!!#sorry to highjack your post 🍄 but like. TUMBLR PLS

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sullina · 4 months

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Btw, if you're of the opinion that liking a popular thing makes one a sheep, i need you to know that hating on that same popular thing also doesn't make you unique, especially if hating on that thing is also popular

#nothing prompted this i just realized something about kpop #namely that not liking it doesn't make me unique or special #and also that there actually are a few kpop songs that i do like #like some are good #but the more popular ones all have that 'pop love song'-vibe #and i don't speak korean so this is legit a purely vibe based judgement but like #but bts is basically a kpop boy band and love is the number one topic for a song #especially ones that become hugely popular so i don't think that judgement is necessarily wrong

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volosdarling · 4 months

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For the ask game you reblogged recently, #14 for Volo × Ino! -🕊

✨️LINK TO ASK GAME✨️

14. Where would they go on a 3am adventure?

HI NEW(?) ANON! :D TY FOR THE ASK!

I FEEL LIKE THE ANSWER TO THIS DOESN'T CHANGE MUCH BETWEEN HISUI!VOLINO AND MODERN!VOLINO TBH... BECAUSE HE'S THE ONE ALWAYS DRAGGING ME PLACES, AND HIS INTERESTS DON'T CHANGE MUCH <3

WE TALK EARLIER IN THE DAY ABOUT A NEARBY MYSTERIOUS SITE THAT WE MIGHT VISIT TOMORROW (RUINS, MOST LIKELY, OR MAYBE A STRANGE MONUMENT OR SOMETHING) AND WHEN THE TWO OF US ARE STILL LAYING AWAKE AT 3AM WE DECIDE... YEAH WE HAVE TO GO THERE RIGHT TF NOW INSTEAD LOL

AND THAT IS HOW WE END UP ON A ROMANTIC WALK ALONG SENDOFF SPRING AT 3AM

#MAILBOX #💜 togewings #💫.txt #HE'S ALREADY BEEN THERE OF COURSE... BUT SOMETIMES SHOWING ME IS WORTH THE TREK TO HIM #ALSO ITS FUNNY YOU PICKED THIS NUMBER BC MY FRIENDS AND I WERE DISCUSSING THIS PROMPT IN PRIVATE EARLIER #SELF SHIP #🕊 ANON #EDIT: SORRY CLICKED WRONG EMOJI FIRST TIME . SKILL ISSUES

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