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pinkysup · 7 months ago
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localgyarugal · 1 month ago
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me in math class this morning
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sualne · 9 months ago
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my collection grows stronger every day
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herumika · 1 year ago
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glittergroovy · 6 months ago
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Delicious ✨ Lana Del Rey
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gifpnglover99tan · 1 year ago
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alagaisia · 2 years ago
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I once again find myself looking for something that feels like it probably exists but which I have not personally encountered (and can't seem to dig up with the searches I've tried so far), so, hoping to cast a wider net here:
Does anyone know of a version of hotline bling edited so that all of the lyrics are "you used to call me on my cell phone"?
I need it for my little brother for joke reasons
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rxng · 1 year ago
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(( no good at lines
only good at sketch and terrible colour ))
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darkfrog24 · 9 months ago
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Most stories have the heroine set eyes on her true love and immediately recognize him but Penelope sets a trap for him in case he's an impostor, and Odysseus is like, "You're trying to cred-check ME?! Scan my retina, baby. I missed you so much."
odysseus absolutely does present a threat to penelope if he perceives her as at all unfaithful, and i feel the unfairness of this, and i think people tend to undersell how much tension at least potentially exists between odysseus and penelope. but i'm also like. his reaction, all speculation aside, his actual reaction in the odyssey to her flirting with the suitors is delight, because he immediately ascertains that she is running a con. sorry that they're so in-sync in spite of the forces that try to drive a wedge between them, including their own misgiving hearts. sorry that they invented homophrosyne ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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pinkysup · 7 months ago
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vantacrew · 8 months ago
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is mashle magic n muscles (??) any good. i rly like the op song but i have a tendency to Only listen to the op + ed songs without ever watch a single episode of the anime itself isvhsivsjov
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emmyrosee · 8 days ago
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your phone has been buzzing non stop for the past fourteen minutes. you know it’s been fourteen minutes, because the blinding light that emanates from the device blings every few seconds. when you grumble and turn to glance at it, the bright lights read 00:14.
your body is fatigued, tired from being pulled out of your sleep, and to be at the mercy of whoever is texting you so early- late?- has you feeling more and more agitated than the last. the room is dark, vision adjusting to the lack of light, save for the brightness coming from your phone. you furrow your brows, grimace, and it isn't until your phone starts to ring that you whip it off the charger and hold it up to your ear. "someone better be dying-"
he chuckles softly, "i take it i woke you up?"
"of course you did, asshole," you hiss. "what, what, what could be so important that you couldn't wait until morning-"
"i wanted to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday."
your breath hitches and you feel your eyes soften, a warmth spreading across your cheeks as you process what he said. your lips curl into a small smile, and you scrub your face with your hand, "you could've been the first even if i only saw your message in the morning. you didn't have to stay up until midnight."
"yeah, but whats the fun in that?" he offers. "and this way, you know i was first. no room for debate."
you giggle and shake your head, letting a comfortable silence linger over the phone.
"happy birthday," he says softly.
"thank you, baby,” you whisper back.
"i'll let you get back to sleep," he hums. "know how much you need your beauty sleep."
"watch it. you disturbed me, remember?"
he snorts. you shake your head fondly, letting your smile not falter thanks to him not being able to see it.
"i love you."
"i love you too."
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glittergroovy · 7 months ago
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Delicious ⭐ Lana Del Rey
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yung-notorious · 2 months ago
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do u take requests? if so can u write something about long schlong toji n make it nasty?
-not kali ;)
long schlong!toji that has you pinned to the mattress, his two hands at your waist pressing your body down with his fat dick knocking up against your tender cervix leaving you breathless and choking out broken moans. the speed of his hips snapping like crazy against your ass, his dick diving deep in your cum filled pussy that’s now swollen puffy from the second round of backshots he’s serving you tonight.
you knew exactly what it was going to be when he hit your jack around 2:45am, him already on his way coming from some dirty ass club he frequents on the weekends. the half drunk bottle of wine and stack of papers you had left to grade being pushed to the side the moment your phone blinged from his text. he told you “I’m otw be ready” and best believe you made sure you were when he pulled up; rushing to get into the shower to shave your pussy down, pinning your hair up and spritzing your body down with vicky’s tease crème cloud. it wasn’t even worth much because he looked a sweaty mess when you opened the door, pissy drunk with the smell of julio on his breath that you tasted when he pulled you into a sloppy hungry kiss. the scent of his cologne mixed with mint peach shisha around his collar and you could feel the outline of his gun that he keeps resting in his pocket pressing up against your thigh. he tells you all the time you don’t have to do too much for him, said he doesn’t give a damn about any of that prep shit you do. only ever wanting your throat and your pussy up and open for him when he calls.
like the ignorant bitch he is, he tore the skimpy lace lingerie off your pretty frame the second y’all hit the bed, a two piece from some boutique in town you saved two months of checks for. after this is done you’d ask him for some bread for the damages, but you have a feeling he already blew what he made off his corner today on bottles and strippers. just as quick as he ripped it off you, the thought of your ruined lingerie was long gone out your head with the way he’s fucking you goofy anyway. your pussy dumb sloppy wet and talking back to him from how stretched out he’s got you. another deep thrust and a rough slap to your ass, you’re whining out loud in sweet pain over the nba youngboy track that he loves fucking you too. a nb yb spotify playlist saved on your phone after dealing with him for as long as you been, his dirty ass been rubbing off you in more ways than one.
thinking you could try and run from the pain his fat dick brings, you hike one leg up the mattress but he tugs your body back towards him, fucking up into you balls deep with one hand wrapped around the back of your neck to hold your face down into the pillow, his right thumb that’s licked wet now rimming around your booty hole then pressing in, hooking up in you and the feeling of both your holes being poked up has you babbling out with a smile.
you can hear the way he smirks wickedly, amused by the way your body reacts then he’s taunts you, asking “who you running from!?”. a question you cant even moan out in response too because you can’t catch your breath from the force of his hips snapping against your ass punching the air out your lungs. you swear you can feel his dick in your liver, the type of pain that hurts oh so good and has you bringing a hand behind yourself to push him back by his stomach. that same hand he collects into his, pulling you back by the wrists with enough grip that has you almost lifting off the bed, his dick ramming right up into you with his other hand now catching you by the neck to hold you steady. a couple more good deep strokes and he’s cumming for the second time tonight, hot seed spilling into then out down your pussy, dripping through your phat folds.
you’ll be waking up the upcoming Monday an hour early before work to cover the bruises and hickies he left littered across your body. you can’t have your students looking at you with curious eyes and questioning what happened to their favorite homeroom teacher. and you for damn sure don’t have the guts to admit to other ladies you gossip work with that you broke a semester length of no contact and are back fucking him raw. y’all know he ain’t ever going to amount to shit, but it’s just something about fucking on a drug dealer that makes the coochie wet.
(@blkkizzat match my freak ho 💕)
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k2ssland · 1 year ago
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connie springer found himself crushing on one of his pretty little college girl clients . . . it started when you discovered him through a mutual on campus who deemed he produced the best quality weed in the area and in addition, he was undeniably sexy. curiosity swarmed your mind to see if the weed he was really all that.
even though you rarely indulged in smoking—the only times being for anxiety relief, you got his number and worked up the courage to text. agreeing on a time for his delivery, you sat on your porch, heart pounding through your chest while anticipating his arrival. and he pulled up a little after twelve-thirty am blasting xavier wulf, disturbing all your poor sleeping neighbors. nervously approaching his coupe as he rolled his five percent tinted window down simultaneously lowering the music to a normal level.
"yo, what you doin' buyin' from me, lil' college girl?" was the first thing the brunette-headed beauty said to you. connie's hazel eyes shamelessly trace your plush brown skin body from your fresh goddess braids to the white painted toes in your christian dior sandals.
immediately, his masculine musk mixed with marijuana swarmed your nose and overstimulated your senses making you dizzy. connie leaned back comfortably in his seat and no seat belt in sight, he now tucked his hands into his grey nike sweats, revealing the inseam of his red psds and a glimpse of his perfectly sculpted abdomen. tattoo sleeves ran up both of his muscular arms all the way to his chest.
"the others at yo school usually want rocks, but it's only green ova here." he spoke in a deep tone with a slightly foreign accent, licking his plump cotton candy lips after speaking and slightly showing the blinged-out grills secured to his teeth.
"boy, what the hell? i'm not here for cocaine, that's not what my people do." distraught and snapped out of your daydream by his reply, you painted an almost disgusted look on your face and his laughter erupted throughout the car.
between his laughter, he subtly apologized and continued on with the deal. you apprehensively played it off as you had a big test the following day and simply needed something to calm your nerves, knowing damn well you just wanted to see the infamous sexy dealer in your college town up close.
"oh, word? that's wassup mami. te deseo buena suerte."
he slid an extra ounce in your bag and shrugged it off as a miscount, but the real reason simply being that he was enticed by your beauty. a few days later, before you even finished what you already had, you called him up for another eighth just so you could see his gorgeous face again.
after delivering to you numerous times, he finally asked you out on his version of a date, which was matching in front of a breathtaking view, talking about aliens n conspiracy theories, and after, treating you to whatever munchies craving you possessed.
eventually, connie cautiously opened you up to his world, sometimes allowing you to accompany him on his late-night deliveries whenever you had insomnia. it was definitely different from what you'd known, you wondered to yourself how you, the girl who completely devoted herself to her school, producing top-of-the-line grades, came from a supportive and loving family, ended up skipping class to ride passenger princess in a sexy drug dealer's bmw who knew nothing but the streets.
you knew it was bad and so did he, you two had no business being together, but it was just something about you—something about him.
from you being so oblivious to his street slang and always following up with, "um connie . . . what does that mean?" and vice versa, the way you articulated words only captivated him more, asking you to educate him on their meanings and slowly applying them to his lingo. he admired how you spoke properly regardless of your black friends accusing you of being white-washed because of your pwi.
eventually, he taught you how to weigh his loads, putting your own touch on them by packaging them into pink plastic baggies with their name, amount, and a heart around it.
"mami, they gon' think i went all soft and shit now," is what he told you every time regardless of him finding it adorable.
he thought your innocence and intelligence were alluring and for your sake, he knew he should've kept it strictly professional business, but he wanted to ruin you.
his aspiration only grew larger after one night, participating in a mini competition amongst yourselves to see who would tap out first while smoking as many blunts as possible.
your deep brown eyes were low n red after two, ready to quit due to the feeling of immense drowsiness. feeling as if you were on another planet, you brazenly confessed a few secrets of yours before falling asleep in his arms—one being that you had never had sex before. the thought of connie popping your sweet cherry made him brick up instantly. he would’ve took you right then and there in the backseat of his car, but he wanted you to be completely conscious for it.
teaching you his ways was only the beginning, not only did he want to corrupt your mind, he desired to take over your entire body like a vicious plague.
you sheepishly admitted that being in his scene terrified you but he assured you, "i promise nothin' will happen to you as long as you wit me, mamacita."
he later conceded to you that he was always strapped with his glock-19 and in a way, that made him even sexier. he pulled the weapon out of his baggy sweats and laid it on his lap for you to comprehend. you blurted out asking if he had ever used it on someone.
"ignorance is bliss, ain’t that right, bae?” giving you a small smile alongside a chuckle, continuing on with his delivery route as if nothing happened.
he dropped you home later that night and it was spent under your baby pink silk sheets, one hand tightly resting on your breast, the other rubbing over your aching clit. soft mewls of his name escaped your lips while fantasizing about him holding his loaded gun to your head, finger just shy of the trigger as he fucked you dumb. you messily came undone all over yourself and from that day on, your worries about safety never resumed.
the next thing you knew, connie's plan had you exactly where he wanted you to be. his big body hovering over your adorably small one in comparison and looking down upon you hungrily with low bloodshot eyes, making you indecisive of if the sight was sexy or terrifying, or both.
legs spread onto the dip of his buff shoulders, gold anklet dangling in his face and his precum-soaked tip aimed at your entrance. it was everything you had fantasized about; thick, circumcised, and pretty. veins protruding from the base to his baby pink tip, the same color as your thong he pulled aside.
"wait! wait—connie, before you continue, i need to tell you something.” the fear was evident in your eyes, shakily placing your small chubby hand on his toned lower stomach to avoid him proceeding further.
"oh, that you're a virgin?"
"wait, wait what?" eyes widening, your brows lowering with confusion.
"you do lots of talkin' when you're high, but even without you tellin' it was obvious." his copper eyes briefly shifted towards the chastity ring that never left your finger.
"fuck you, connie."
"oh yea? fuck me, baby? nah, fuck you."
audibly gasping at the sudden aggressive shift into your slit and taking in all of his inches. a smug grin painting his face once he watches the pretty virgin trying to adjust to his length, the stretch embarrassingly being nearly unbearable for you.
"t'hurts," your brown irises rolling to the depths of your skull and he needily bucked his hips against you, balls deep inside of your pussy, slapping against the fat of your ass with no remorse.
“c–connie it’s t’much . . . i can’t.” while gripping onto the sheets as if your life depended on it, light tears swell your sweet doe eyes and your eyelashes meeting with your flushed cheeks from tightly clenching your eyes shut. your pussy crying for him as well, coating his cock with sticky cream ring.
"awn you can't take it, baby? i thought it was fuck me though, right?" he purred in a condescending tone, his russet eyes narrowing before increasing his pace, watching the way your pussy swallowed his dick whole.
"m'sorry . . . connie, m'so so sorry, please."
"m'so sorry," connie embarrassingly mocks your tone creating nearly the same pitch as your shaky voice. his veiny hand wrapped around your neck restricting your breath to a minimum and making you dizzy while soft mewls slithered out of your lips, pain mixing with a foreign feeling of pleasure.
"actin' so innocent all the damn time n yet here you are, pretty pussy creamin' all over my dick." his words spilling from his lips like an addictive poison to your brain.
"ease up f'me princesa, with you clenchin' like that m'not gonna last long." connie's voice coos in your ear as he positions your legs all the way over his shoulders to allow him to plant harsh kisses on your bruised cervix to where you couldn't think straight. gripping your plush thick body in the sweaty palms of his hand and squirming underneath his weight. the room filled with lewd sloppy squelching noises from your pussy suctioned onto the length of his shaft.
your short french tip nails dug into his sweat-glistened skin leaving crescent moons behind and you weren't even fighting back anymore, you embraced it. nuzzling into his chest and wrapping your hands around his neck as he thrusts inside of your tummy.
"oo my gosh, connie. m'gonna cum." your arch faltering, yearning for the sweet release that doing it yourself could never fulfill. his hips angled directly at your sweet spot sending warm n fuzzy shocks through your body.
his dick twitched inside of you and you knew he was close as well based off of his sloppier thrusts. so pussy drunk from your sopping cunt he didn't even hear you talking, he just continued with his pace.
your core tightened and the utmost sensational orgasm ripped out of you. it only took a few more weak strokes to lead to his thick sticky ribbons of goo shooting inside of you and painting your walls completely white.
"connie . . . do drug dealers have hookups to plan b's too?"
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© 𝐊𝟐𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ─ all rights reserved. do not translate. plagiarize, or repost any of my works to alternative sites, tumblr included.
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tiramisuucakeee · 5 days ago
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HOTLINE BLING ★
( reader x yang jungwon )
IN WHICH: on a boring day, jungwon decides to call an unknown number, wanting to prank them. but it backfires.
read more !
‘ hello? ’
‘ hi, is this the young maternity center? ’
‘ no it’s me. keeho stop fucking bothering me ’
‘ who’s keeho? ’
‘ oh ’
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‘ hello?! amir, i need you to deliver food immediately, i’m in the ice age. if you get here in under ten minutes, i will give you two dollars tip ’
‘ dude, whoever you are, stop this prank calling, i’m not in the mood ’
‘ do you not want your tip? ’
‘ goodbye ’
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‘ hello bro, i’m travis scott, i need 200 dollars to get back to america ’
‘ oh really? how do i know you’re travis scott? ’
‘ fein fein fein fein fein ’
‘ shut up, stop calling me already, oh my god ’
‘ you literally asked me — ’
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‘ listen! please don’t hang up on me! ’
‘ what do you want? ’
‘ i’m jungwon, what’s your name? ’
‘ nunya ’
‘ nunya…? ’
‘ none of your business ’
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‘ it’s four in the morning, what could you possibly want jungwon ? ’
‘ …. ’
‘ hello? ’
‘ you remembered my name! — ’
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‘ hey, i’m on my way to the east building on campus, giselle, are you sure macro is on class 2-B? ’
‘ now look who’s the one calling me ’
‘ oh, sorry, i got you mixed up with a friend from uni, didn’t realize ’
’ it’s okay, it happens… so, you’re an econ student? ’
‘ yeah, first year ’
‘ cool, cool. me too. well, not econ. i’m in art school. you know, i never got your name… ’
‘ yeah, because you don’t know who i am ’
‘ what’s your name? ’
‘ y/n ’
‘ now i know who you are ’
‘ takes more than that ’
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‘ so. y/n, first year econ student, i have a preposition for you, one that you can’t deny ’
‘ what’s that? ’
‘ want to go out for coffee? ’
‘ …. ’
‘ hellooo ’
‘ are you dumb? you’re literally asking a stranger to meet you, what if i’m a criminal or something? you have absolutely no survival instincts ’
‘ so, do you wanna go? ’
‘ you’re paying? ’
‘ of course, i’ll make up for all the prank calls ’
‘ i don’t think anything will make up for that, but okay, maybe just a small part of it ’
‘ great. meet me at your uni’s entrance at 6 ’
‘ how would you know what uni i got to — ’
‘ i have my ways. maybe just a feeling ’
‘ you’re genuinely weird ’
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‘ did you get back to your dorm safely? ’
‘ yeah, thanks for driving me back to the complex ’
‘ it’s nothing. thank you for accepting to meet up, i didn’t think you’d show up '
‘ why? ’
‘ survival instincts? ’
‘ right, well my survival instincts want me to go to sleep since i have classes all day tomorrow ’
‘ oh yeah, yeah, don’t let me keep you here ’
‘ wasn’t planning on it ’
‘ goodnight y/n ’
‘ goodnight ’
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‘ hey, want to go out today? it’s been years ’
‘ you saw me last week, and we call every day ’
‘ so? ’
‘ alright, you’re coming shopping with me, i need some things for a project, all your calling made me start on it later than the rest ’
‘ eughh, i don’t wanna go do that ’
‘ fine, we can do whatever you want after ’
‘ that’s more like it ’
‘ okay ’
‘ so it’s a date? ’
‘ what? ’
‘ nothing — ’
‘no, i heard you. are you serious? ’
‘ uhhhhhhh, yes? ’
‘ good, so it’s a date ’
‘ wait, really?! ’
‘ unless you don’t want it to be ’
‘ no! i mean — yes! yes yes yes, okay, i’ll pick you up from your dorm, text me when you’re almost ready, i’m going to go get you flowers ’
‘ okay… see you, jungwon ’
‘ don’t act like that now, i can hear you smiling ’
‘ no. you cannot ’
‘ uhuh, see ya ’
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EXTRA:
masterlist.
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