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[fabulouscrabulous-deactivated20]

Just flip ‘em!

[gwydtheunusual]

Please do this for them if you find one… They are so completely harmless and just want to get back to cleaning the sea floor.  I love them so much :)

[misandristabbacchio-remade-deac]

they’re literally just ocean roombas please be nice to them

[skelecola]

horseshoe crabs are friends. their tail is not a stinger, either. if one crawls over your foot they are just smelling you.

[nfly5]

byeongkwan on kpop breaking gender stereotypes

[lesbianparamores-deactivated202]

Support bisexuals. And by that I mean financially support bisexuals. Give us all your money.

[tiptoe39]

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Wish you’d never hear about your least favorite pairing ever again?

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[incorrectnct]

Kun: Guys, guess what I found!

Yangyang: A woman?

Hendery: A job?

Winwin: Friends your own age?

Kun: No!

[stuffyvibecheck]

[lmthebest]

You can’t use your life traumas to justify being a shitty person it doesn’t work like that.

[coffeewithchannie]

im wanna die a fucking spider tried to fall on me and i threw the whole big ass cushion off the back of my couch at it and have been crying anf having panic attacks for the last 3 hours because I'm fucking terrified of them and I cannot calm down because I can't see everything at once I hate rhis so much somebody end my suffering

[espadaclover]

You know what? It’s really like that sometimes.

[bro-winkle]

This is automatic stress relief

[geltoothpaste]

*lowkey loves you for the rest of my entire fucking life

[jongincheon]

take you anywhere | b.c

tags: dom!bang chan, sub!reader, female!reader, public sex?, bathroom sex, degradation, god kink.

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Your back was against the wall of the bathroom as Chan thrusted up into you, quiet but deep groans releasing from his mouth every few seconds. You clenched your eyes shut, so desperately trying to not make any noise. You promised you would be good for him, and at that he smiled affectionately, then put his fingers in your mouth to silence you.

Chan was horny. He loved to fuck. More specifically, he loved to fuck you. You were beautiful, but sexy all and alluring at the same time, and that’s what he loved the most about you. He had pulled you into a bathroom after you had teased him, rubbing yourself back and forth on his lap in public.

“Jesus, you know how fucking tight you are? I love your pussy so much- Fuck!” He slams into you repeatedly as you try your best to silence the tiny whimpers and moans that Chan is pulling from you. “Chan, anyone could hear, you need to be qu—”, just as you say that, Chan pushes up deeper into you, rubbing that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back into your head.

He grips your chin suddenly, holding it tightly between his thumb and index finger. “Don’t give me orders. You’re in no fucking position to. You understand?” He raises an eyebrow at you, licking his lips and heavily breathing. You swallow and nod, whining as he pulls out of you. He looks you up and down, his eyes fixated on you, a hot wave washing over your body as he does so. You avoid his eyes and at that he chuckles at you, mocking you in your desperate state.

“Telling me what I need to be. Unbelievable,” he laughs, “you telling me what I need to be when you’re getting your cunt fucked in a public bathroom.” You shut your eyes, whining humiliatingly loud. “You’re right. You need to shut the fuck up.” He huffs, pulling you off the wall towards him, and turning you to face the wall. You hear him messing with his pants again, the clinking of his belt present.

Suddenly, his belt is around your neck. You make a surprised noise as he fastens it around your neck, looping the dark leather through the buckle, tight enough to make sure he has a hold on you, to know you’re his and you and your life are in his hands right now. But still, loose enough for you to breathe. You moan, your core pulsing and desperate for attention.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? You wanna get fucked? Hm?” Chan asks, murmuring into your ear. “Yes, please, God, fuck me.” Chan hums, kissing behind your ear. “God, hm? I like the sound of that. You belong to me. You’re fucking mine. And you’re in my hands right now. Call me your God, beg me, say you belong to me.” He announces, pulling your hair back, your head just resting on his shoulder as you breathe, embarrassment washing over you. His tip resting at your entrance, rubbing back and forth as you struggle to find words.

“Please, my God, please fuck me. I belong to you, my body belongs to you, you fucking own me. I need you, please—” you’re cut off by a gasp from yourself as he suddenly bends you over nothing, thrusting into you. Struggling to cope with the feeling of being so suddenly full, you blink, your breath heaving as you try to stay sane, your hands resting on the wall as Chan fucks you from behind.

Chan grits his teeth and throws his head back, his hips not stuttering or pausing even for a second. “Take it, take all of this fucking dick. I’m going to come inside you, and you’re going to take every bit of come inside that fucking cunt and keep it there. You understand me princess?” He growls out between harsh, unforgiving thrusts. Your thoughts are a mess, and you can’t even form a coherent answer, although you don’t think he expects one.

“C-chan, I- Oh my fucking God! Chan I’m going to c-come, shit, I can’t hold it.” He grits his teeth and bites his lip, slamming into you and the sound of skin slapping reverberates in the bathroom. “Hold it. Fucking hold it. You don’t come before your God does, you know better, baby girl.” He grunts as you moan and cry out for him, squealing as your pussy clenches around his cock.

“Fuck, f-fuck, take all of it, fuck!” Chan pulls the belt around your neck, pulling you up with your back against his chest. He moans deeply, his head thrown back and his stomach moving as he quickly breathes in and out, trying to catch his breath from his orgasm. He swallows, then bends you back over, hand reaching for your clit.

“Fuck, Chan! H-holy shit, I-I’m going to come—” You feel your whole body shake and tremble, the only thing keeping you up is Chan holding you in his muscular arms. One hand covers your mouth as your eyes roll back into your head, his grip on the belt forgotten. He holds you gently, kissing the crown of your head.

“You did so good for me, so good, my pretty girl. It’s okay, I’m here with you.” Chan makes sure you’re okay, toying with your hair and whispering sweet compliments into your ears, making you giggle and calming you down. Chan begins to clean you up, wiping down your legs and cleaning up the mess you both made. “You’re really pretty, you know.” You say to Chan, looking down at his once glossy, now sweaty and tousled brown hair.

He laughs a little, “Not as pretty as you,” he sing-songs.

[valtsv]

remember when you were a kid and whenever your parents came into the room while you were doing something for pleasure like looking at something on the computer or watching tv and you’d immediately close the thing like you’d just been caught watching porn when you were actually doing nothing wrong this post was made by strict parents with no boundaries gang

[bebecue]

YOUNG FLEXERS, WHAT ARE WE FLEXING TONIGHT!!!

[luvteez]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓

sheer glee swells in san as he gives you a once-over, clearly proud of his doings. cockiness is stamped all over his features when he catches you staring daggers at him, all the whilst you’re on your knees with both hands tied behind your back. there’s something about your absolute denial that makes his dick stir.

“aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?” he coos, but the demeaning undertone is hard to miss. one hand creeps up your thigh and your body jolts when his thumb delicately flicks your clit, another finger just ghosting over your dripping cunt. 

“yes.” you drop your head in defeat, voice strained and small as the word leaves your mouth. wanting to hold onto the last threads of pride, you fight the urge to rut on his hand like a bitch in heat. that’s easier said than done though, since he’s been teasing you with the filthiest words under the sun and his fucking hands for what feels like hours.

“yes what?” san probes, and you can practically hear the shit-eating grin that has taken over his lips.

“yes… p-plea—” all air gets knocked out of your lungs when he suddenly spreads your folds apart and traces up your slit, all the way until he mindlessly rubs your bundle of nerves, “—please, for fuck’s sake— hnngh—!” your resolution is long forgotten as you absolutely lose it and lurch forward against his shoulder when he roughly thrusts his finger in you. the grin etched on his face seems to grow wider and wider. 

“ah, you broke down after only twenty minutes,” he drawls, smirking when the sounds you make grow louder and lewder. “and here i thought you wanted to keep your word. didn’t you say the last time that you could last at least an hour before losing to me, hm? you’re so pitiful, baby.”

wincing at his rough words, you bury your head even deeper into his shirt as you shamefully grind on his fingers. eventually, he adds a second finger and stretches you out with scissoring motions. all vulgarities fly past your lips uncontrollably, your walls clenching around him like a vice. san swallows a groan at how tight you feel around him, almost to the point where he’d be concerned that you’ll crush his fingers if he weren’t so affected by your reactions. he picks up the pace once more, which has your brain malfunctioning for good.

you’re so far gone that you don’t register him calling out to you until he tilts your chin up with his free hand, reeling you back to reality. just one look at him has you nearly coming on the spot. his eyes are predatory and dark, voice laced with wicked amusement when he runs a thumb across your bottom lip. “you’re even drooling. can’t believe you look fucked out with just my fingers.”

heat rises up your cheeks in embarrassment because how the fuck did you not notice, and before you can swallow the rest of your spit that’s threatening to spill past the corner of your mouth, it’s that one particular thrust that san manages against your nerves that has your jaw slack. he’s quick to take the opportunity to shove three fingers into your mouth, shivering at the vibrations when you moan around him. at this point, your system has shut down and you’re thrown headfirst over the edge. almost. 

san pulls out with a menacing grin before you know it, resulting in your throbbing cunt pathetically clenching around thin air. you stare at him in disbelief, yet before you can complain, he shoves his fingers in your mouth a little further, making you choke. your eyes brim with tears, and it’s downright degrading that he’s looking down at you smugly, knowing fully well that he has absolute control over you and can do whatever the fuck he pleases. it’s so fucking humiliating that he has you dancing around like his personal litle puppet, knowing fully well that even with you initial rebuttals, he always gets what he wants in the end. 

you love it.

“you really thought i’d let you come like this? tough luck, baby,” he beams, a stark contrast to the malice painted on his face. “because i want to see you cry and beg before i let you come.”

[sleepyames]

A little encouragement! 

[irlbinx]

#YUTO: so beautiful...

[yassmines]

slap my ass? 🥺

im social distancing rn 🥺

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