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[evacrstairs]

i want you for worse or for better, i would wait forever and ever...

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[surenwren]

the mortal instruments headers

[aoimeakane]

Sorry for bringing negativity into everyone's dash but wth is this guy's problem

Is he a child?

[minsoojin-phonewallpapers]

SKZ - Give me your TMI :twitter headers:

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[jamminvroomvroom]

I absolutely adore your writing,

For the celebration, could you please do virgin reader first time with Oscar?

sunshine.

op x fem!reader - 4k celebration

in which oscar arrives home to an unexpected guest…

hi hi hi! thank you so much anon, i hope this is what you wanted!! trying to get through requests, loving hearing from you guys! this one is so cute i think, let me know ur thoughts 😚😚

songs to set the mood: fall in love with you by montell fish, fade into you by mazzy star, like real people do by hozier

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!!! smut, fluff, friends to lovers, sleepy baby oscar, teeny tiny bit of angst, mutual pining, r’s first time, swearing

2.9k words

oscar’s exhausted, shoulders sagging beneath the thick material of his mclaren hoodie. he’s glad he left it in his carry on, the miserable london weather not even remotely living up to the warm glow of the middle eastern sun.

he craves his bed, dreamless sleep, entering the code to get into his building and slumping against the cool mirrored wall of the elevator. his eyes droop as the lift travels up, and the ding that sounds when he reaches his floor breathes life back into him.

the double header that kickstarted the season has knackered him, and he longs for alone time and silence to recuperate before he has to deal with the noise of going home and racing in front of a familiar crowd.

his key slides into the lock and he pushes the door open, throwing his bags by the door - he’ll deal with them later. the hoodie is shrugged off and dropped haphazardly on the floor next to the shoes he kicks off. his bed is calling. dazed, he trudges down the hallway, but he’s spooked by a faint sound coming from his bedroom.

as he primes himself to investigate, he hears footsteps, light and quiet against the floorboards. he goes to open his bedroom door, breathing heavy, but he just about jumps out of his skin when it swings open before he gets there. he yelps, and so do you, leaping into the air.

“you scared the shit out of me.” you shout, hand over your thumping heart.

“i scared you? what are you doing here?” oscar bites back, running his hand through his brown locks.

“sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to be here without your permission but… it’s a long story. i didn’t think you’d be home yet.” you smile apologetically.

“sofa.” oscar mumbles, stalking past his bedroom and towards the living room. “what’s goi- are you wearing my shirt?” he splutters, finally looking at you properly.

your face heats up, and you cross your arms awkwardly.

“um, yeah? god, this is all so embarrassing.” you cover your face, falling onto the sofa. he plonks down beside you.

“tell me what happened.” oscar sighs.

“he dumped me.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“why?” oscar asks softly. “ugh, i knew i hated him for a reason.” he wrinkles his nose.

“i don’t know how to explain this without wading into major tmi territory.” your voice is small, quivering slightly.

“you can tell me, love.” he encourages gently.

“he found it weird that i’m, uh, a virgin?” you squeak, your voice raising into a question. oscar goes as red as you are.

“oh. oh.”

“oh god, you’re freaked out too. is there something wrong with me? like, why has this not happened? i thought i was ready with him, but then when it came down to it…” you ramble, trailing off.

“there’s nothing wrong with you.” oscar states, firm and serious. “him, on the other hand.” he shakes his head, disgusted. “he wasn’t good enough for you.” he spits.

“do you mind if i stay here?” you whisper, leaning into his side. “or, keep staying here?” you laugh softly. oscar joins in.

“you know you can always stay here.” he smiles sleepily. you’re just about the only person in the world he can stand right now, and always, actually. “but i need a nap, you coming?”

you nod and follow him to his room. the tv is still on, the one with monica and chandlers wedding playing quietly. oscar smiles. he knows it’s your favourite.

he flops onto his side of the bed, dropping off almost instantly. you watch over him, enamoured and sympathetic, in awe of him and the life he lives. you slip into bed beside him, leaving a respectable distance between you and the aussie.

you pass out right around chandler’s vows.

-

you stir between two thick arms. pale, warm skin is wrapped around you, oscar’s soft breath fanning your face as he sleeps.

you watch him, scanning each and every mole on his face, trying to ground yourself. you combat the anxiety of being in his arms, choosing to enjoy the moment, while he’s still peaceful. it’s nice to feel wanted, even if he’s unconscious.

for the first time, you’re glad your ex broke up with you, because how does it make sense that you feel safer, more wanted in the arms of your best friend?

“stop staring, ‘m gonna blush.” oscar mumbles, clearing his throat. his eyes are still shut, but he just knows you too well.

oscar opens his eyes slowly, blinking away sleep. you stare at each other, comfortable silence eating away at the palpable tension.

you kiss him.

because why wouldn’t you? it’s oscar, your oscar, and he’s sleepy and cosy and gorgeous, and you’ve waited too fucking long. you can’t resist it any longer, free from the bounds of being someone else’s.

his lips are warm, and he’s startled, but the surprise doesn’t falter him; just as quickly as you kiss him, he’s kissing you back. his large hand finds your face, and the other finds your waist, pulling you closer. you melt into him, impossibly closer than you already were.

he’s gentle with you, tentative but firm and you part your lips, letting him lick into your mouth. his tongue strokes softly over yours and you keen at the sensation. he pushes you onto your back, balancing on his elbow half hovering over you. your hair fans out onto the pillow, his soft fingers running through your strands, pushing them away from your flushed face. oscar pulls away, scanning your face.

“sorry.” you smile up at him, breathless.

“apology very much accepted. i’ve been wondering when that would happen.” he laughs incredulously.

“really?”

“what can i say? i’m irresistible.” he replies dryly, exercising his sense of humour that was a foundation of your friendship.

“yeah. you kinda are.” you giggle bashfully.

and then he’s kissing you again, pressing himself even closer to you. you welcome him in, wrapping your arms around his lean frame, feeling over his shoulders. he’s tense, restrained, groaning into you at the feeling of your hands raking over his back.

“we should stop.” he mumbles, noses bumping. you frown.

“why?”

“because you said earlier, you’re not ready for this and i’m… well, things are gonna get real awkward if we keep going.” he chokes out half a laugh, glancing down at his-

“oh.”

“yeah, i just, i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. we can go slow.”

“osc, i wasn’t ready with him,” you pause, collecting your thoughts. “but you’re not him.”

“i suppose that’s true.” he shrugs.

“then you better do something.”

oscar lays you back, climbing over you completely this time. his trails over your jaw, taking your chin between his fingers.

“are you sure about this? we can stop anytime, just say the words.”

“‘m sure, oscar. i want to do this with you.” you coo, reassuringly.

his lips run over your neck, your collarbone, and he mouths at the collar of the t-shirt that you’re wearing. his t-shirt. his.

“gonna take this off, yeah?” he asks, whispering low, right by your ear.

“yeah, please.” you say, your own hands running under his t-shirt and up his muscular back. he’s relaxed now, no tension between his shoulder blades, and so you push the material up, and he slips it over his head. his warm digits peel your shirt off, too, and you’re warm all over when his eyes trail over your chest.

you’d forgone a bra, ditching it when you’d arrived at his place, and his pupils are blown wide, hazel hues sparkling with desire. his hands slide up your ribcage, thumbing at the underside of your breasts, while he plants open mouthed kisses down your chest. your eyes flutter shut, gasping softly as he skims your nipple.

“oscar.” you breathe, the light whimper sending his blood rushing south.

“does that feel good?” he asks, searching your face for answers.

“more.” you sound strained, desperate, and he aches.

his sucks your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud. he toys with the other one, massaging your breast with his skilful fingers, tweaking and pulling until you’re panting beneath him. he pulls away with a pop, licking over to the other side, deciding to test your limits when he nips delicately at the peak. you moan, bucking your hips, hypersensitive to his every move.

you can feel how hard he is, his grey joggers growing tighter with every passing second.

“want all of you, osc.” you plead.

“need to get you ready for me first, okay honey?” he rubs circles into your sides, warm and calloused. you relax fully, lifting your hips.

oscar mouthed over your belly, peppering sunshine-like kisses down your abdomen until he finds the band of your loose shorts. he mumbles something into you navel about taking them off and you nod, enthusiastic and frantic. you can feel his smile branding your sensitive skin. the material glides down your thighs, pooling at your ankles, and you kick them away. he parts your thighs, making himself comfortable on his belly, and thumbs at the crease of your leg, toying with your panties.

he drags his pointer finger over your covered slit, up and down slowly, applying more pressure every time he brushes over your clit. oscar can see where you’re starting to seep through your panties and he stifles a low groan, anxious to peel the cotton off of your body, the final barrier separating him from you, so he does, pulling them slowly down your legs. he studies your face as he does, keeping his eyes firmly on yours. your lip catches between your teeth, aching as you watch, helpless and wet.

oscar kisses your hip bone, sucking gently until he’s stained it purple, and then his warm breath is fanning your cunt. your eyes squeeze shut.

“look at me, baby. gotta keep your eyes on me.” oscar mutters. your pussy clenches around nothing at the tone of his voice. you pry your eyes open, just about managing to prop yourself up on your elbows. “that’s it, honey. has anyone ever done this to you before?”

you shake your head, no. he smiles to himself, like he knows something you don’t, and dives in.

his tongue works in slow strokes, dragging through your slick with intent, eyes locked with yours. you must look like a deer in headlights, pupils blown, shocked with pleasure when you collapse against the mattress. he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking, tasting, and your legs go weak, splayed open all for him. you whimper as he tugs your clit between his teeth, just enough to graze over the sensitive nerves. it sends your hips flying, bucking wildly against his face.

“osc…” you breathe, squeezing your eyes shut.

“‘m gonna give you some more, is that okay?” he asks, nose bumping your clit.

“yes, please.” you don’t know what more is, but you need it like air.

you feel a finger glide over your sodden flesh, rubbing over your entrance. you sigh out, oh, anticipation and bliss sending white heat down your spine. he circles his finger around your opening, coating it in you, and carefully slides it in, feeling out for any sign of tension or discomfort. when you grind your hips onto the single digit, he knows you’re okay.

it feels good, better than anything you’d ever felt on your own, and you writhe against his bedspread. he thrusts a couple of times, experimenting, seeing what makes you squirm for him the right way, and when his finger curls, hooking deliciously, he knows he’s struck gold. you arch off the bed, searching for more, more, anything.

“another one.” you cry, begging, and oscar’s not one to tease. not yet, anyway.

a second finger joins the lonesome first, and he finds some pace, fucking into you faster. he scissors the digits, stretching you out for him, enjoying the pretty view. he’s achingly hard now, rocking discreetly into the mattress, losing his mind as he watches how you drip around his fingers. he wants another taste of you, addicted already to sweet, salty honey, so he has to finish you off, lap your mess off of his long fingers.

“i think- i think-“ you can’t get the words out, they’re lost on your tongue, but oscar knows what you mean.

“that’s it, baby. so good for me, doing so good. cum for me.” he spurs you on, drawing it out of you.

you let go, crashing biblically, the high sending you to heaven and back, two times over. he grinds his fingers, softer, just enough to help you through it and you chant his name like you’re praying at an alter. you know that you’ll never be over this. your oscar.

“holy shit.” you giggle, smiling lazily as you return to the world of the living. he’s licking his fingers clean; you could black out so easily.

“did you enjoy that?” he punctuates with a kiss to your belly, crawling up your body until he’s hovering over you.

“maybe you should do it again, just so that i can really make sure that i did.” you tease. your hand rakes through his hair, pushing it back off of his face. he’s grinning down at you, eyes fluttering shut. “that was amazing.” you whisper. he’s blushing when he kisses you, and then you are too, when you taste yourself on his tongue.

he moans against your lips, making you pull back. your hand leaves his brown strands, joining your other, which is currently voyaging down his back.

“you’re wearing too many clothes.” you whisper, lips bumping his as your hands slide under the waistband of his sweats. something desperate emits from the back of his throat. you push them over his hips, fisting the thick fabric, eager to have him bare on top of you once and for all. oscar helps, kicking them away, boxers too.

you can feel him, thick and wet between your thighs, his breathing uneven. your nails graze his hip and he jolts, collapsing on top of you, his full weight covering your keening body. he kisses into the crook of your neck, frantic; you need him deep, immediately, his urgent change in form leaving you flushed.

“you want me?” he whispers into your ear, leaving you shivering.

“so bad.” you pant.

“i’ll be gentle.” he promises.

he guides himself through your folds, slippery and warm, all for him. he nudges the head inside of you, hips stuttering at the blinding tightness. you gasp, but he catches it in his mouth, softly moulding his lips to yours as he pushes further. you open up for him, pliant, and when he eventually bottoms out, he holds himself there, letting you adjust.

“oh, fuck.” your eyes roll back, nails leaving crescent marks in his shoulders.

“so good for me, so pretty.” oscar grunts. “say when, baby.” he breathes, rubbing soothing circles into your hip.

“move.”

oscar rolls his hips, rocking you into the mattress. he hooks your knee over his waist, driving himself deeper and deeper with every thrust. you’re boneless, lost to the delectable stretch, to the way his cock seems to touch every part of you that makes you quiver.

“tell me how it feels.” oscar murmurs, grip tightening on your thigh.

“fuck, oscar, it’s so good. ‘m so glad it’s you.” your voice shakes, raw with emotion.

“me fucking too.” he mumbles, increasing his pace ever so slightly.

his thrusts lull into more of a grind, reaching your depths and revelling in the way you only get tighter for him. you’re spilling around him, already so close to meeting your end, and all it takes is the calloused pad of his thumb brushing your bundle of nerves to have you convulsing. you’re somewhere else entirely, on a whole other spiritual plane, utterly and completely his as he fucks you through your second orgasm.

when he spills, white hot and sweat slicked, he gushes endless hushed whines of your name. it sounds perfect when he says it like this, rolling off of his tongue with dire urgency.

his dampened hair falls over his darkened eyes, full of stars and total adoration. you’re smiling sleepily up at him like he’s made of sunshine. you always thought he was, and now you know that he most definitely is.

the most beautiful sunshine man.

“hi.” he whispers.

“hi.” you whisper back.

an intimacy, different to the one you’ve just shared, blossoms between you, encapsulating you here with him endlessly.

“i’m gonna clean you up, ‘n then we’re gonna order food.” he gazes fondly, stroking your hair.

“perfect.” you agree.

“put friends back on, i’m gonna run you a bath.” he begrudgingly stands from the bed, trailing towards the en-suite.

“you’re gonna join me in there, right?” you admire his naked frame as he disappears into the bathroom.

“obviously.” he pokes his head out once more to scoff, and you lay there, grinning like the worlds most lovesick idiot, your thoughts dulled by the sound of running water.

when the bath is full of hot water and too many bubbles, he gets in first, and you sink into the revitalising heat. oscar pulls you close, your back to his chest, kissing over your hairline as you mould yourself against him.

“thank god you broke in.”

-

oh i’m soft

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[sophpiewrites]

♡ sophia! 🐰 she/her, 19, queer, writer, full time english literature student, socal resident, nanami kento luvr. may include 18+ content. rules under the cut. free palestine <3

hi writeblr, i'm sophia! i primarily write queer fantasy and urban fantasy, although i am also partial to science fiction, magical realism, romance, and literary fiction (also my favorite genres to read). i also write poetry occasionally. i am looking to eventually publish my work (unsure of traditionally or independently). i enjoy reading, anime & manga, crafting, cosplay, engaging with fandoms (riordanverse, supernatural, tmi, bnha, jjk, marauders, fruits basket, FNAF), and pop culture analysis through queer, feminist, and marxist lenses. i occasionally write fanfiction, though i'm unlikely to post excerpts here. i am always eager to make friends, so please interact (after reading my rules of engagement below the cut)!! feel free to send asks, tag me, etc!

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♡ burrowing tips for the familiar witch: a familiar pair, witch jiah and shapeshifter silena, live and love together on the outskirts of their quaint town, but something dangerous lurks beyond the forest. -> queer (sapphic, poly), slice of life, cottagecore, found family, NA ♡ dragon tales: a btftfw prequel. when they complicate their familiar relationship with romantic feelings, [unnamed shapeshifter] must decide whether to remain [unnamed witch]'s familiar or search for a way to break their bond. -> sapphic, drama, dragons, betrayal & revenge, new adult ♡ proserpina: after accidentally revealing her plant manipulation powers and being forced by her brother to move schools, persephone santiago becomes a superhero to thwart the villainy of pyromaniac pyrrah. -> queer (sapphic, gay), sci fi, YA, some magical realism

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[citrus-feline]

Blog Info

Name: Niko

Age: 27

Gender: Genderfluid (she/they/he)

Current Special Interest(s): Dungeon Meshi (particularly Kabru), MILGRAM (03 Defender)

Favorite Food: Watermelon

Job: (Mostly) Remote Office Worker

Sexuality: Bisexual, Married

Hobbies: Drawing (commissions closed indefinitely), Fanfiction (CitrusFeline on AO3 - Some fics are very old and bad), Original Fiction (both drawings and writing, though most is kept to myself unless I'm being especially weird about something I'm working on), Video Games (most genres)

Warnings: Untagged spoilers, Frequent NSFW Text posts, Occasional Mature art, Anthro / Furry content, "Cringe" content, Discussion of being AFAB, Discussion of being Fat, Discussion of Personal Stuff (frequently TMI), American-centrist discussion (occasional), General Shenanigans :3

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[boyfhee]

tmi of the day?

favorite drink / bvg ?

favorite day of week ?

favorite tumblr color mode ?

favorite word ?

favorite song ?

last mutual u saw on dash ?

favorite moot game a moot did for u ?

favorite aesthetics ?

favorite show rn ?

top celeb crush rn ?

favorite snack / junk food rn ?

last song u listened to ?

where is ur header from its so pretty

hi!!!! i found my header from tumblr but i can't find the post right now. you might come across it if you search for pngs

i had too much junk food yesterday and now my bowel moments are disrupted ( the way i had to phrase this decently )

coffee, chamomile tea

wednesday bro idk it has the vibe

i use dark on mobile but gray / cement on web

seance. the way it's pronounced is attractive to me

chaconne....

@enaus sorry for the tag bae

all are my favs but those otp prompts one just have my heart

i just like whatever is pretty

been into whale documentaries on nat geo these days ( cried while watching mother humpbacks teaching their calves how to hunt ?? )

jay 🐈‍⬛

i rlly rlly like dark chocolate

genshin : zhongli's theme, rex incognito

[monriatitans]

Ta-Da! List: Saturday, February 3rd

I have decided to make a “Ta-Da! List” every day! There won’t be TMI.

Don’t know what a “Ta-Da! List” is? To learn more, check out @adhdjesse‘s book Extra Focus here.

Abbreviations

– O&T = Opinions & Truth Blog – WGS = The Weekend Game Show – ASO = Artist Shout-Out – NRL = The Neverending Reading List – FFXIV = Final Fantasy 14 – BMAC = Buy Me a Coffee – TDL = Ta-Da! List

Ta-Da! List

✧ throughout the day: – kept emails manageable by deleting some and unsubscribing from newsletters ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ✧ on the bedroom setup: – the only thing done was share today’s TDL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ✧ on the office setup: – watched Camila Cabello‘s video “Crying In The Club (Official Video)” via YouTube repeatedly – gave a human artist, Alana Fletcher, a shout-out by sharing it on O&T and other social media; where the shout-out spread was listed in the BMAC February 2024 Artist Shout-Outs Album – O&T: updated the date of the post The Dangers of AI “Art” to today so it would be next to the ASO – prepared scheduled posts for future ASOs, going into Mar., so copy+paste would be all that’s required for completion – Tumblr: created a Dos and Don’ts page via copy+pasting O&T’s, then made edits to both; updated the Header and Sidebar links; updated the NRL; added an image to the NRL announcement post – FFXIV: at the apartment, had to remove the crops because they were beyond hope, planted some more, then did inventory & Venture management with the Retainers; bought the lv. 80 gear for the Red Mage between completing Tribal Quests; participated in The Hunt, achieved Lv. 72; completed a few items in the Duty Roulette and achieved Lv. 73 – prepared the ASO for tomorrow, Feb. 4th ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ✧ chores and miscellaneous: – loaded, started, then unloaded the dishwasher – dumped all the trash cans from the offices into the one in the kitchen – checked the mail

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Well, these are all the updates I had for today! Thank you for reading!

May every decision you make be *in the spirit of fairness* and may the rest of your day *NOT go to $#!7*!

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[the-nefarious-vampire]

Oh we r encouraging close parasocial relationships with other kinds of celebrity now. coolcoolcool.

advert im referring to under the readmore

[ID: Screenshot of an Audible advert on tumblr. Header reads, "Audible". Subheader reads, "Your bestie, Meghan Trainor, has stuff to say on motherhood". Zero ratings. Advert contains a cover image with a pink background. Top text reads, "A TMI guide to pregnancy, birth, and new motherhood", subheading, "From your bestie". Below the top text is a photo of a white woman with long hair, smiling, holding back a white child in who is crawling away from her and towards the camera. Bottom text reads, in white, "Dear future mama", followed by "Meghan Trainor". End ID]

[cheolhub]

FR!!! i got the most random color combination in mind and plans for the masterlist and headers yet thinking of the hours of editing a header and the back pain is what keeping my hands of from changing layouts (ironic since i already changes colors 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ and headers 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️)

im 5k in the fratboy jake and honestly im having a hard time finishing it since i grew really conscious of my writing ever since someone here from tumblr heavily criticized my writing lmao (this dated way back circa 2019 when i used to write for nct; i was ranting about how little the engagements are here in tumblr and i was basically blaming the shitty algorithm since tumblr keep on posting old popular smut works and the new ones are being toppled behind so new writers don’t have their fair share of screen-time but i didn’t mean it to invalidate the popular content creator’s works yet the ex moot took it wrongly and she started going after how im not even a good write lmao tmi sorry) anyway, im in the smut part so i guess, im going near the end of the tunnel (pls im getting tired of that fic, if it would be alive, she’d glare at me bc of my bs)

OKAY FIRST OF ALL, U ARE A TALENTED WRITER WTF that moot was not really ur moot and they probably suck anyway. thats so messed up bff im so sorry they made you feel lesser than. AND SECOND take ur time!! im fighting for my life trying to finish my fics rn too so maybe something is in the air. ANYWAY 5K OMG im so excited to read it, i expect to be tagged in this as well 🫦

[70spadfoot]

— matthew fairchild headers

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the mortal instruments - city of fallen angels headers

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The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare Headers

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( fanart credit: meahbhd and idk about the second )

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alec lightwood headers by bookshelficon.

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