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femboy-expert · 11 months
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Got sent an unsolicited dickpic after posting drip
Finally had the chance to use this
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merakiui · 3 months
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texts i think the twst cast would send with the help of liquid courage. some of them don't even need liquid courage, but it is silly to imagine a drunk text from them anyway.
warning: some of these lines are excessively cheesy and also nsfw.
riddle - i want to study you like you're my notes and do you like you're my homework.
trey - are you a pastry because i'd like to fill you. ;)
cater - heeeyyy heeyyy wanna be more than /j? ;D we can be /srs instead. <3
ace - i'm in love with you.
deuce - can i take you out? on a date. not to kill you. i would never. you're really cool and i think we should go out like best buds do. you and me together. a date. for best buds. a best buds date.
leona - bed's empty. come warm it. don't make me wait.
ruggie - starving rn. lemme feast between your legs.
jack - can we be lifelong mates?
azul - you must be my glasses because i can't see clearly without you.
jade - mushrooms double in size every day. may i show you a special species that does the same whenever i look at you? :)
floyd - life's hard. essay's hard. dick's hard. :/
kalim - just so you know, i don't need to use oasis maker on you to get you soaked. :3
jamil - you'd look pretty wearing a collar with my name on it.
vil - you would look very beautiful tangled in my sheets. shall we make this opinion of mine a fact tonight?
rook - let me inside, mon amour. in more ways than one, of course. <3
epel - you're the apple of my eye... (the follow-up text: that was so corny. can we just fuck instead?)
idia - jk but not rly but jk wannawatchthisnewshowtogetherinmyroomjustthetwoofuspleasesayyes
malleus - child of man, allow me to bestow upon you a most glorious gift: my surname.
lilia - if you'll allow it, i would love nothing more than to give you a delightful green gown.
silver - would you be willing to sleep beside me tonight? i'd like to meet you in my dreams.
sebek - HUMAN. YOU ARE OKAY.......FOR A HUMAN. VERY OKAY. YES.
rollo - i yearn to kiss you and taste sweetness on your lips, and in return you can taste the sin on mine.
neige - you're really so cute!!! i wanna be more than friends. :D keep this a secret, though. don't tell (name)!
che'nya - you're purrfect in everything, but nothing is nyat bad either. lemme come over and prove it. ;3c
fellow - are you in the market for a husband? i know a great candidate. i'll introduce you free of charge! it's on me! (the follow-up when you ask if it's him: no, i'm talking about hellow fonest.)
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syoddeye · 2 months
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semi creepy little thing inspired by @pfhwrittes's incredible soap x reader roommate piece and this thought i had once upon a time. ~1k words. unedited, because i'm about to be dragged out to watch sports. gaz x reader. cw: dick pic, stalking, masturbation
“That one’s no good,” A tongue clicks. 
You turn from your close study of the tube of tomato paste in your hand and find a man inches from your side. The aisle was empty save for you a second ago. Either he’s light on his feet or a ghost. A twinned tingling of your belly and spine fires off mixed signals to your brain: Are we scared or horny?
Both. 
He's handsome—he knows it, too, judging by the hook of his smile and the slight crinkle of his nose. He sports a scar on his cheek and the right amount of stubble. He looks down at you, all smug, like he's saved you from an unforgivable culinary mistake. He tears his deep brown eyes off you to reach toward the top shelf and selects a beautifully branded sealed box of paste. It's artisanal, not within your price range, and he sets it in your handbasket like you're shopping for dinner together.
“You’ve got to treat yourself to nice things once in a while.”
Oh, he thinks he’s so quick with it, doesn’t he?
You smile so wide it pushes the apples of your cheeks up like a cartoon chipmunk. It usually does the trick of deterring smarmy little bastards like this one. “Wow, thank you, what a gentleman.” The feigned saccharine lilt of your voice hurts after a long day on the phone, but the look on his face when you swap the pastes is worth it. You leave the fancy one on the shelf and continue down the aisle for pappardelle. 
He finds you in produce. He doesn’t immediately approach, giving you space while you grab an onion and garlic, but he circles.
“So, what’s on our menu tonight?” He asks, inspecting the leek as you place a vine of tomatoes into the basket. He’s too close again. His hand lowers the vegetable to his own haul, purposefully skimming your skirt with the spindly leaves, letting the texture catch the fabric before he drops it in. Nutcase.
“I’m making pasta for my friends.” 
He chuckles.
The dance continues around the store. He’s clearly following you through the store, not trying to hide it at all. He ‘helps’ you at the dairy. Heavy cream’s better than light, don’t you think? The spices. Babe, we can afford name brand. The meat counter. Bacon? No, no, here. Pancetta. You want that meat. Trust me. He’s insistent and inappropriate, yet his voice drips with the weirdest charm. Calls you ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’. You let him continue. You should find an employee and tell him to buzz off, but he’s not really doing anything other than raising your grocery budget. Maybe you do deserve nice things, though. You sit on a seesaw, bouncing between sick interest and appropriate unease.
You’d always been a thrill-seeker, but stringing along a beautiful, perverted, and officious stranger? Were your last few dates so terrible? 
By the time you reach checkout, you’re bored of his antics. He must be desperate to seal the deal and get your number, given how his approach escalates to trying to pay for your groceries.
“Is he bothering you?” The cashier asks bluntly, glaring daggers at your shadow. At the end of the counter, the bag boy’s head pops up, eyes wide at the question.
You glance at the hand, reaching past again to place a card on the counter. You catch half a name. Kyle. You look at the older man. “Yes, yes, he is.”
It’s a wonder what a few strategic smiles can do. They’re catnip to men like Gerald, the store manager who walks you out. He’s soft-spoken and apologetic and slips you a gift card. Your groceries are free, and so is next week’s haul if you promise to remain a loyal customer. If being followed by a harmless model of a man pays for your food, you’ve done stranger things for money.
Still, you take the long way to Alyssa’s and look over your shoulder. That night, over pappardelle alla Fiesolana, Grocery Kyle becomes a joke. A morbid fantasy you and your friends giggle over between glasses of wine. He becomes a real fantasy that night when you snake your hands between your legs beneath the duvet and imagine him smirking down at you. Condescending the whole time, he talks you through it. He’s the type that likes the sound of his own voice. Your fingers curl, and you cum at the idea of him scolding you for being so easy.
The following day, somewhat hungover on your couch, you warm your hands with coffee and open Instagram. One new follower. It's not so odd; you have hundreds of followers. Mostly bots at this point, but you're too lazy to weed them out. You don't post as often anymore, either, nor do you share exciting things. Flowers, cats you meet on your walks, and the rare selfie. So when you see that the new follower liked a photo from nine years ago, that sick little twinge sparks something in your belly. A spark that grows when another notification pops up. And another. They're on a liking spree, driving through your memory lane.
When they like your very first post on the account, an awkward self-portrait in front of your first-year dorm eleven years ago, you finally investigate.
‘Sgt141’ has no profile photo. No description. No followers. No posts. Only follows you. It’s another bot spamming your notifications for some unknown reason.
You forget about it until you post a selfie from the gym two weeks later. Nothing scandalous, just showing off your growing biceps. Sgt141 is the first to like it, and minutes later, you receive a DM request. You fully expect a generic chain, formulaic message about being your own boss. The dick is a surprise.
A very pretty and completely unsolicited surprise.
In an instant, you know whose dick you’re looking at. 
You should be scared and report the message instead of screenshotting it. You should be disgusted, alarmed, and probably crying. Not stuffing your hand down your shorts.
Definitely shouldn’t respond.
> someone got a crush?
>> you have no idea.
> following me around the grocery store did it for you?
>> did a lot for me, actually.
> maybe you can follow me around the mall next time.
sgt141 changed the theme to Love.
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goldenamaranthe-blog · 2 months
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Date Expectations 3: Charviathan vs Chaggie - Let me take a selfie!
Charviathan
Charlie: (snuggling up to Seviathan on the couch and holds up her phone) Say cheese!~
Seviathan: Huh? (smacks the phone away) Charlotte, knock it off. You know I don't do that stupid selfie thing.
Charlie: (pouting as she curls her knees to her chest and stares at her phone)
Seviathan: (wraps an arm around Charlie's shoulders) Aw, come on, sugar. You know I still love ya.
-Later-
Charlie: (scrolling tiringly through Sinstagram as Seviathan watches some cliche mob movie and sees a selfie of Seviathan posted from his trip to Envy) ..........
-Midnight-
Charlie: (back home and sleeping)
DING!
Charlie: Huh.....? (groggily grabs her phone and sees a text from Seviathan) Sev..... it's the middle of the ni- (eyes widen in shock as she opens the message and is greeted by a dick pic) EW!!!
Seviathan: Hey bbgirl~ Bet youd luv to take a ride on this right now~ You lft way too soon.
Charlie: (turns phone off and rolls over with a groan) Doesn't like selfies, my left hoof!
Chaggie
Charlie: (sitting on the couch with Vaggie snuggled up to her, watching a ridiculous RomCom on Chillflix, gets a giddy smile and pulls up her phone) Hey, Vaggie!
Vaggie: Hm?
Charlie: (face falls) Actually... nevermind...... This is a cute movie, isn't it?
Vaggie: (notices the phone in Charlie's hand and pulls her own up, getting them both in frame on the camera) Hey, Charlie?
Charlie: Yeah, Vaggie?
Vaggie: Smile~
Charlie: (sees the camera and her eyes light up as she smiles from ear to ear and throws her arms around Vaggie) Razzle Dazzle on three!
Razzle & Dazzle: (completely misunderstanding the phrase and thinking Charlie is calling them over, zip into the picture frame)
Charlie: One...
Vaggie: Two...
Razzle & Dazzle: Baaa!/Baaap!
Morningstars: Razzle Dazzle!
CLICK!
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kin-ylo · 1 month
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cutie patootie with a booty
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arthistoryanimalia · 5 months
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For #UnsolicitedDuckPicDay, check out this #duck on display at the American Museum of Natural History:
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“Ceramic whistling bottle molded and painted to represent a muscovy duck, a South American domesticate.”
🆔 Muscovy duck (Cairina moschata)
“Sican style, Peru” - Sican aka Lambayeque culture, c. 750-1375 CE
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starsonmarsy · 1 year
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what's cock? i'm a visual learner btw
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stuckyfingers · 3 months
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@shinelikethunder I loved your fic Blood from a Stone!
Part 2 here
tw blood:
"He couldn't help laughing, because the words 'HYDRA FUCK TOY' were carved fresh and bleeding into Rogers' chest."
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DUCK SIGHTING!!! NOT CLICKBAIT!!!
TODAY I HAVE ENCOUNTERED MY BRETHREN
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I think they like me they kept coming over to talk to me, I promised I'd bring them some snacks next time (frozen peas ftw, just gotta figure out where I can buy some)
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arthistoryanimalia · 5 months
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#UnsolicitedDuckPicDay:
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Covered Figural Dishes (#Ducks)
Maker: Atterbury & Co., Pittsburgh, PA (c.1867–1893)
#1 c.1888-93, pressed clear amethyst, black & green opaque glass, 5 x 10 1/2 in. (12.7 x 26.7 cm)
46.140.282a, b
#2 c.1887–90, pressed amethyst & opaque turquoise glass, 5 x 10 7/8 in. (12.7 x 27.6 cm)
46.140.281a, b
(from The Met collection)
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catfindr · 1 year
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Haha, get pranked idiot!!!
Sending unsolicited cat pic
(His name is Sebastian)
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💛
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robinlovexo · 12 days
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this is a PSA reminder to please ask me before you send me nudes - my nudity is not my consent to photos from you, if you ask sweetly it is likely i will say yes, but do not assume you can send me photos because of the “nature of my blog” or some shit pls
thank you
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savage-flirtation · 6 months
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@asdfasdfdfdsa sending me an unsolicited gif of you masturbating is a crime. Not to mention it's gross, and disturbing as your tiny penis looks deformed. I suggest you go see a doctor, and also a psychiatrist who can perhaps help you with your desire to expose yourself to ridicule and mockery!
I'm bewildered by men who think this is ok behaviour, it's not! It shows a lack of imagination, and understanding of societal and cultural norms. It is men like you @asdfasdfdfdsa who give all men a bad name! I have reported you to @staff @staffs-secret-blog @support I've also reported it to the authorities. There are kids who use this site and people like you @asdfasdfdfdsa make it an unsafe place for them, and an unpleasant experience for everyone else.
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jcorvins · 10 months
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☼ mc instagram edits - mona dalton from @disenchantedif ☼
species: nephilim
wings: soft tan feathers
romancing: theodore parker
major: alchemy
hobbies: cooking/baking, gardening, hanging out with the bestie squad
random fun facts:
she's really good at growing plants so her and theo's room is full of them, and she uses a lot of herbs she grows when she cooks!
the only things that theo is better than her at making are coffee and microwave popcorn (she always microwaves it for way too long and once accidentally set off the building's fire alarm)
she's a total alchemy nerd, so she does really well in science-related classes and unironically loves organic chemistry
she never wins board game night unless they play catan, but only because she somehow always ends up with a monopoly on sheep
her favorite movie ever is the princess bride, so the bestie squad ends up rewatching it a lot when it's mona's turn to pick the movie for movie nights
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✨ Forever feeling cute in this lighting ✨
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