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teddybeartoji · 2 months

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office au! with coworker!gojo

he's the type to always be a little late. by a little, i of course mean a lot. he always bursts in the door with the biggest smile on his lips and four coffees in his hand. he winks at his coworkers, who then always blush and giggle out a hi, satoru! and you always roll your eyes at that. satoru nods his male coworkers, who always try to dap him up and start a conversation but he doesn't have time for that. he has things to do. (as if he isn't literally Late smh)

he answers the guys' question while he's walking – his eyes set on his favourite coworker. you. sitting in your cubicle, you're trying to ignore him and his dramatic enterance. that he does every single day. how annoying can he be? before you can roll your eyes again, a cup of coffee has landed on your table, making you glance over your shoulder.

he's blinding you, his grin is stretched so wide it's almost a bit creepy. he's standing right behind you, leaning his hand on your table right next to where he just placed the coffee. he's way too close for a co-worker and you gulp.

ugh.

"aren't you gonna thank your favourite coworker for bringing you coffee? whew, tough crowd, huh." his smile doesn't falter and he just leans in closer, his cologne clouding your senses.

UGH.

and he really does do it every single fucking day. he brings you coffee and he annoys you and he makes your eyes roll so hard you almost go blind and you hate to admit that he's kinda cute... it's whatever.

back to the coffees. so one of them is for you – he knows your order because he dug out the receipt from your bag when you weren't looking on his second day there. he almost got caught, too. but he only did that because you didn't wanna tell him your order!! and he was so insistent on bringing you coffee that he just had to find another way. he loved the way your eyes widened and how you tried to mask your surprised expression but nothing gets past his keen eyes. when you asked how he did it, he just told you that he guessed it. yeah, right....

the second coffee is for him. it's an insanely sweet latte. how do you know? he made you try it. more liked begged for you to try it. you also hate to admit that his puppy-dog eyes worked on you... he only drinks the special latte from the corner coffee shop and he refuses to drink the office "coffee". he's fancy like that.

the third coffee is for his second favourite coworker – kento nanami! they sure make an interesting pair. kento is the main reason why satoru even got the job. the latter begged him to pitch for him to the boss; he was so excited by the concept of Office Work and just had to try it out. he, of course, passed the interview with flying colors and kento regrets his decision to "help" him out in the first place. satoru yaps his ears off whenever he isn't doing the same to you and he's constantly leaving little notes for the man. you once saw one and it just had a miniature penis drawn on it. very mature.

and the fourth coffee is for your boss. satoru isn't sucking up like you originally thought he was. you think he just wants to bring her coffee? your boss is cool – she's in her forties and she has a strong voice, everybody always listens to her and she really does make for a very good boss. your guess is that satoru has a crush on her. (you're wrong. he also just thinks she's super fucking cool. literally nothing else to it.)

he's always wearing a fancy white button-up with a black tie loosely hanging around his neck and a pair of matching black slacks that hug his thighs so nicely that the women and the men of the office are always finding it hard to not stare at them. he gets an obnoxious ego boost from this.

he's constantly leaning on other people's desks, pushing his hips out and it really is hard to concentrate whenever he does it. the pose and the smug smirk he sends you when he catches you looking is making you feel hot. he always catches you too, it's so annoying. why can't he just continue doing whatever he's doing so you can admire him in peace?

he's loud, he's annoying and he's so fucking good at his job that firing him couldn't even be a passing thought. he actually does his paperwork rather fast; often finishing before you and that gives him the time to tease you for being slow. he does that way less than you expected though. only a few times in a day – enough to annoy you but never enough to actually make you upset or angry. he actually helps you sometimes. he can tell you don't wanna ask and he doesn't wanna make you feel bad - he'd rather watch you roll your pretty eyes at his stupid jokes with a small hidden smile than roll them with a deep frustrated sigh. he learned that the hard way.

he loves your smile. more often than not you can't keep the straight face you try to put up with him, making your loud laughter resonate throughout the whole office. oh, how his eyes shine at that.

long story short. he's infuriating. he's funny. he's way too good at his job. he's way too handsome. you loathe working with him and yet, you can't stop smothering him in kisses whenever you two "happen" to meet in the printer room.

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ekingston · 8 months

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| By Way of Wit | rated M | COMPLETE |

The jury summons arrives on a Friday.

“You have to get yourself disqualified,” Alex says.

Kara frowns. “What about my civic duty?”

Her sister ignores her. She’s on her phone, already finding her an out. “Your occupation should qualify you for an exemption,” she discovers. “It says here, if you’re full-time military, or a firefighter, or a cop—”

Kara holds the letter up for Alex to read. “They didn’t summon Supergirl,” she says. “They summoned Kara Danvers, freelance food critic and full-time reporter.”

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In which no one escapes jury duty, not even superheroes and celebrity CEOs, and when Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor end up in sequestration, well—the defense submits that there's more than one type of civic service.

#oops?#supercorp fan fiction #let the record reflect my wife wanted me to title this SEQUESTER? I BARELY KNOW HER #i hope you all enjoy this like she did:#with great reluctance and grudging delight #per her review #“i love you. i hate this. this is my new favorite thing.”#fic by ekingston #BWOW

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adharastarlight · 5 months

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Regulus, holding a knife against james' throat: you're dead pretty boy

James who just died on the spot: you think im pretty?

Regulus: you'd make a pretty corpse, i suppose

James sighs wistfully

Regulus internally: wtf? he is kinda pretty tho-

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chiliger · 9 months

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Scream. Maybe a god will hear.

#chiligerart #star wars #the clone wars #sw tcw #clone trooper #tw death #I think this counts as vent art??#I wanted to do something pretty and instead I made it angst #*angsty #oops?

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coline7373 · 6 months

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To @notthestarwar who wanted to see Cody in this amazing whale sweater (with morse code and Fibonacci sequence).

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mintea-in-space · 2 months

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For @wrathofrats I’m sorry I blacked out and made this, Dew being a little creep

Dewdrop doesn’t know how it came to this. Another deep breath in through his nose tears a high pitched moan from his throat.

That’s a lie. He knows exactly how it started. But he can’t be blamed for it! No, this is Cirrus’ fault, not his! She just had to drop herself down on his face, grind against his nose and tongue before he could even reach to tug her panties off. All he could do was hang on for the ride, those lacy black panties getting soaked with slick and spit. She’d grabbed his horns and purred about what a good boy he was, getting her all nice and wet. His eyes had rolled back, moaning against the fabric as her taste and smell consumed his senses.

So yeah, totally her fault. Absolutely her fault that he had to sneak into her room when she was out and rummage around in her laundry bin like some kind of raccoon in a dumpster, and the moment he got his little claws on his prize he bolted. It was just one pair after all. Just one. And really, how could he hold himself back when he felt how soft they were, silky smooth and still covered in Cirrus’ scent? How could he stop himself from wrapping the pretty little thing around his cock and stroking until he saw stars, until the fabric was ruined?

So of course he had to steal another pair. He had to. The pair he had smelled like him now, and that wasn’t Dewdrop’s goal, not what he craved. The new pair was a lovely teal, with a row of ties on the hips holding the front and the back together. Dewdrop pressed them to his nose, eyes fluttering shut as Cirrus filled his head. He could get dizzy on it, she smelled so sweet, and almost minty, and Satan below he couldn’t help himself. A shaking hand reaching down to squeeze himself through his pants, a shaky moan spilling from his mouth. He ended up cumming in his pants, chest heaving.

And then it just…spiraled from there. It became a habit he just couldn’t seem to stop, no matter how hard he tried. So here he is, kneeling on his bed with another pair held against his face. His hips jerk into his hand, quick and a bit uncoordinated, pre dribbling over his fingers as his tail lashes. These panties were ruined before he got them, they still smell like slick from whatever Cirrus had been doing in them. Before he can even think to stop himself his tongue darts out to lick the inside of the crotch, and oh.

They still taste like her.

Dewdrop’s voice echoes around his room, hands shaking as his eyes roll back. It’s easy to imagine Cirrus here, easy to imagine her tangling those dangerous claws into his hair and yanking his mouth against her. That purring voice talking about how good he drinks her up and how cute he gets when he’s pussy drunk. He’s so close, shoving the soaked panties into his mouth so he can tangle a hand in his own hair and tug hard. His cock twitches in his hand, flushed and leaking and it’ll only take one, two, three more thrusts-

“Well, what do we have here?~”

Dewdrop’s eyes snap open, freezing in place. Cirrus leans against his doorway, a knowing little smirk on her face that makes his stomach clench.

“So this is where my panties have been disappearing off to.” The ghoulette casually saunters into the room, arms folded across her chest. She must’ve just gotten back from work, vest already shed and the top several buttons of her shirt undone. Dewdrop shudders, wide eyes darting around her face. He pants through his nose, trying to even out his breathing as if he wasn’t just seconds from cumming before she walked in. Cirrus stops at the end of his bed, head tilted and tail lazily swishing behind her.

“Don’t stop on my account, go on.”

Dewdrop shivers, hand falling from his hair to grip his thigh. His face burns, the desperate need to defend himself bubbling in his throat. And yet…opening his mouth would force him to drop the panties, and he just can’t make himself do it.

“Aw, did you need me to tell you how? So caught up in a pair of fucking panties you’ve gone all dumb?” Cirrus’ voice is smooth as honey, but he knows that tone. That tone means he’s royally fucked. A whine spills from his throat and Cirrus laughs. “Go on, Dew. Stroke yourself, and go nice and slow for me~”

And really, it isn’t his fault, head dipping down and cheeks flushing. It’s not his fault he can’t say no.

#the band ghost #mintea writes #cirrus ghoulette #cirrus ghost #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop ghost #oops?#I’m not better than dew I couldn’t help myself

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zukkaart · 3 months

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Sokka: if you love me then you have to let me go

Zuko: if you love me then you need to stay

#uhm…#oops?#avatar the last airbender #atla #sokka #sokka avatar the last airbender #zuko #zukka nation #zuko x sokka #zukka #divorced Zukka #this is their last conversation

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karmaloretta · 7 months

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#garten of banban #bittergiggle #sheriff toadster #oops?

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heartmis · 1 year

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# save a horse ride a cowboy

#oops?#the last of us #tlou #thelastofusedit #tlouedit #tlounetwork #hboedit #tvedit #pedro pascal #pedropascaledit #bella ramsey #*diana

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gentil-minou · 4 months

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The teen wangxian version of lwj playing inquiry after wwx's death would be lwj texting the number wwx used to use before he deactivated everything. He does this every couple months, with a Hi or How are you or I miss you.

The stranger who uses that number now doesn't want to break the poor boys heart and tell him so they just ignore it.

Wwx isn't dead btw he dropped out of his ivy league after some really bad mental health to live a nomadic lifestyle out of his old beat up van Chenqing, but during that time he'd purposely pushed everyone away

Eventually after 13 months when wwx decides he's ready to go back online and come out of hiding he manages to get his old number back!

Except he keeps getting these messages for a number he doesn't know and he thinks 'wow I wonder what it's like to be loved by someone like this'

(There was a time where he used to know that number by heart

There was a time when a text from that number was the first thing he'd see in the morning and the last message he'd send that night

There was a time when he never would have thought he could forget that number…)

5 months after he's gotten his number back and moved in with the Wens, slowly becoming himself again, the mystery number starts leaving voicemails

They don't say anything, just some faint breathing on the line, like wind whistling by. Soothing, in a way wwx can't figure out why

WQ says he should delete them and block the number. WN says he should politely message the person and let them know they have the wrong number.

Wwx does neither.

His inbox slowly fills with them, and on his worst nights when he feels like hes going to lose it again, when he feels like hes back on that ledge looking over calculating the force from the impact, he'll listen those breaths as he slowly falls asleep

Years pass and the world goes on.

Wwx gets back in touch with his siblings. Their meetings are tense and won't ever be the same as it was…before. But for now, it's enough.

He's working nights at a bar and going to art school during the day. Therapy every week.

It's strange how much he likes school now that he gets to learn the things that interest him. There's a lot he misses from his old life, and a lot he doesn't.

He keeps every message and voice-mail he gets, but he never replies. He can't explain why.

On the side, he helps out the Wens with recovering from their own tragedy.

Years ago there'd been an accident where they'd lost their cousins. At the time, they'd thought that included their nephew. That they'd lost him too.

When Wen Qing finally gets a hold of the report, they learn they didn't.

It's takes some not so legal finagling, but what else is wwx going to use his coding skills for?

The Wens learn their cousins son was injured but alive. That he'd been adopted while he was still recovering in the hospital.

The number the hospital has on file is eerily familiar.

There's no time to think any more about it. The Wens are in hyperdrive, trying to figure out how to contact this person. Hoping they might see their nephew, finally.

WQ says she was able to call the number and talk to the adoptive father about meeting up.

Wwx goes to bed feeling happy and good and like he can still do some things right. He falls asleep with a smile on his face.

He wakes up at 5am the next morning to a text, and he realizes why that number was so familiar.

The text, from a-yuan's adoptive dad, what are the chances, reads:

"I have always lived my life to be true and do what is right, but I find myself afraid. What if I have done something terrible? What would you say?"

His heart beating a hole in his chest, wwx finally texts back.

(threadfic here)

#idk if im going to continue this #originally i wanted to post about cringe teen wangxian but then i made myself sad by accident #oops?#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #mdzs musings #bushy writing

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 20 days

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TIL that Castiel fucking dies in Supernatural. All this while I was thinking that one of them says I love you and the other is like Haha I think of you as a homebro or something. And then the fandom cried because it was unrequited and then there's a straight marriage and the show ends.

I feel like I owe an apology to the fandom. I also feel like I should change my name and join the witness protection program as soon as I click Post Now.

While I'm here, I'd also like to ask how Misha Collins is related to the whole thing, and also apologise for mixing Misha Collins up with Mila Kunis all my life.

#good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #maggots #lgbtqia #spn #spn fandom #supernatural #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #dean x castiel #spnfandom #i apologise #er #oops?#misha collins

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sleepytownzzz · 2 months

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all fixed! (sorta). abby as felix from saltburn! the mental image i had of her with his angel wings was too strong to ignore

#the hands are a bit weird looking but it’s fine <3 #also the style is a bit different than the ellie as oliver piece since there was so much time between the two 💀💀#oops?#fan art #digital art #art #drawing #the last of us #tlou 2 #the last of us part 2 #tlou art #abby anderson #abby anderson fanart #sleepytownzzzart #saltburn #saltburn movie #felix catton

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spacexcowgirl · 4 months

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skinny-dip inside your mind

Through the smoke and dark lighting, it’s hard to make the man out, but his looks really don’t matter. This isn’t about what Regulus wants in a partner, it’s about what he needs to survive. At the moment, he’ll take whatever he can get. Regulus pushes himself off the bar and languidly makes his way over to the other man, eyelids drooping and cheeks flushed, drunk on the smell of arousal alone. Only when he’s close enough to see the man does he truly pause, eyes widening fully and breath hitching in his throat. He thinks his eyes must be playing a trick on him, so he blinks a few times, but the image remains the same. James fucking Potter

or the incubus!regulus fic that has prevented me from working on anything else for the last month <3

#fic: sdiym #incubus fic #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker #ao3 jegulus #the way I picked the least voted for title #oops?

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sage-is-in-fact-very-tired · 3 months

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....yeah so