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Being a kpop Stan is refusing to call your idol(s) by their stage name.
NSFW will be tagged as #lemon sorta NSFW is #Lime Weird fet shit/ extreme NSFW is #orange reblog to spread awareness that weâre back on the citrus scale
No but seriously why did this ever stop? It worked so wellđ«
Because @/ratsqueaks bullied everyone into stopping.
spreading lies .. actually i only bullied u leah >.>
Gong Yoo photographed by Hong Jang Hyun for Marie Claire Korea, Oct. 2021
HE DEFINITELY IS THE CLITORIS OF EXO
i have been waiting for this to show up in my dash forever
ITS BACK
THIS IS MY FAVORITE
ITâS BACK
This has to be up there with the funniest shit ever.
gonna reblog it everytime
IT HAS RETURNED TO US
Wow I have not seen this in years, tumblr classic
The Boyz Headcanon | How He Treats his S.O { Lee Juyeon }
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⥠pairings ; Lee Juyeon x gender neutral reader
⥠genre ; fluffy-fluff
⥠word count ; 0.6k+
â A/N : I had a lot of fun with this, mainly because Juyeon is my bias.
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âą so we all know that Juyeon is a sweetheart
âą his love is so ooey gooey lovey dovey
âą the man is so sweet that he practically has sugar coursing through his veins
âą Juyeon is the type of boyfriend that will do anything for the person he loves
âą he'll go to any lengths if it'll make you happy
i woke up and decided to actually think today, and so i thought about naoya!đ©
like we all know heâs a totally misogynistic freak who treats women like propertyđ and weâre also like 99.99% sure he has a breeding kink.đ and i was just like âwhat if after like a week or so of breeding (not having sex, literally breeding bc itâs naoyađ) he finds out his precious little wife is pregnant and now heâs a total simp bc pregnant women need to be cautiously taken care of. he doesnât want anyone else around his wife but she needs constant care so he has to learn to actually appreciate women!
bonus point: she gets to treat him like shit but is gaslighting him by just blaming it on pregnancy symptoms.đ
now i wanna be naoyaâs pregnant wifey,, uwu <3
naoya zenin x fem!reader continuation from this // *screams internally* not a fic just word vomits idky the idea of soft naoya is in my head but it is tagging: @booksweet @fushigurocockslut @lazy10ieiri @sassyeahhhh @cotton-curse @thevoidwriting @dukina @miss-ryomen @megumifushi @duskamethyst @sookyshima @t-tatsumaki - befora yall come to me with the slander, i was drunk
- no question asked
your marriage to naoya was handled quick and immediately after your defeat; after all he knew you're such a flight risk.
cockwarming with naoya. hehe got the image in my head. now it's in yours.
# thirsty hours with naoya
# cw. cockwarming, rough sex, brat taming
# part of the trophy wife collection
âstop moving.â
if not for your husbandâs iron grip on your wiggling hips, his low growl definitely did the job into halting your movements. youâve been embracing his dick with your warmth for half an hour now; out of desperation to at least touch him after not seeing him the whole day, but naoya headed straight to his office, jaw set tight and too bothered by paperwork to give in to your desires. you were lucky enough that he allowed you to even be in the same space as him, but then again, he wasnât so insane of a man to deny his wifeâs pleas to be of service to him.
you told yourself you were perfectly contented like this, small hands clutching onto his shoulders and his dick snug beneath your walls. naoya wasnât even the least bothered as he continued to finish his work, a perfect actor in pretending like your weight wasnât draped over him like a towel.
he was rock hard and throbbing inside you, the tip of his delicious cock hitting just the right spots, but not stimulating enough that you actually felt satiated.
you were obedient and a good girl for the most part â staying still with your mouth clamped shut, consciously breathing quietly as not to disturb your husband â but it only took a matter of minutes before you grew restless, impatient, and bratty. it started with a few experimental thrusts that you masked behind only moving for comfort, then you began to clamp down on him. your husbandâs lips parted for a brief second before he had his full attention back to his work again. you knew you shouldnât try unless you wanted to be punished; to be deprived of his touch for days or worse, weeks. it wasnât beyond naoya to resist his own urges if it meant disciplining you, but you simply did not have enough patience today, head too dumb with cock that you forgot what he was capable of.
biting down on your lip, you finally hoisted upwards on his cock that was coated in your pussyâs drool. you slammed back down with all your weight and head thrown backwards, nails digging into his shoulders as you rolled your hips. you were too lost in the relieving sensations of finally getting what you wanted that his displeased threats fell on deaf ears, your cheek slamming back down on his cool desk in one quick movement as he fucked you from your behind.
âi thought i told you not to move,â he slapped your ass, causing the curves to swell at the same time he drove his hips in and out of you. torture, it felt like, that there was no build up at all and he was fucking into you with such a primal need that disregarded the sensuality you preferred. âwhy are you being such a fucking brat? are you too desperate to have your hole filled, hm?â moaning around him, naoyaâs large palm came in contact with your rear one last time, dissatisfied about being ignored. âanswer me!â
âs-sorry, sir,â you cried out, hands lamely flailing around to grab at something, anything. âjust needed you, love, wanted you so bad. c-canât sleep tonight without being filled.â
âfucking slut,â he licked at your ear as he bent forwards, your spine flattened down to the table until you could no longer move. in this position, naoya was free to take you as he pleased, and you bent over for him like the precious wife he prized you to be, proudly taking his fat cock with tears streaming down your ears. âwhat would you do without my cock? might as well just stuff you full until youâre pregnant, yeah? so donât go crying on me now and fucking take it.â
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in-game | kenma kozume (m.) pairing: kenma/reader genre: angst, fluff, smut wordcount: đžđŒđ¶đž tags: established relationship, gamer!kenma cw:
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Jean Kirstein Headcanons Masterlist
Dating Jean Kirstein would includeÂ
Jean Kirstein flirting with you would includeÂ
Jean Kirstein having a crush on you would includeÂ
Cuddling with Jean Kirstein would include
Mornings with Jean Kirstein would include
Jean Kirstein being taller than you would includeÂ
Training with Jean Kirstein would include
Jean Kirstein getting nightmares would include
Jealous!Jean Kirstein would include
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Sex with Jean Kirstein would include
Jean Kirstein NSFW AlphabetÂ
Dom!Jean Kirstein would includeÂ
Teasing Jean Kirstein would include
Summary: Drabbles of different experiences on your honeymoon.Â
Warnings: NSFW. So NSFW omg
Pairings: Nanjo Kojiro/Joe x reader
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instead of bakugo teaching us why not us teaching bakugou and he makes reader squirtđŒđŒđŒ or deku theyâre both hot asf -đ§đŠ
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âMoveâmove your fingersâah!â
The little cry you gasp into the air, brings both pairs of eyes to your face. You canât spread your thighs far enough to host two full, prohero-bulked bodies, so instead, they have you bent. One scarred hand squeezes your thigh, unconsciously inching your leg higher and higher into the air while completely absorbed in watching your cunt swallow finger after finger on the other manâs hand. The other man has your other leg rested over his shoulder while one of his hands curls into your sopping wet pussy.
âItâs twitching,â Izuku whispers, unable to tear his eyes from how your cunny sucks in Bakugouâs fingers. âAnd itâsâitâsâ,â
âDrooling.â Bakugou finishes, just as amazed.
âCuâcurl your fingers,â you direct, âbut gently. Notânot too fast and donâtânot too hardâoh. KaâKatsuki! So good. Fuck me on your fingers so good!â
Katsuki preens at the praise, curling his fingers inside of you exactly how you tell him.
âPut your thumb onâright here.â You slip your fingers from your nipple and down to your clit. Izuku watches you rub the nub in circles with intense concentration, tries to burn the image of you rubbing yourself while grinding down on Kacchanâs hand into his mind.
âIzu,â you whine, hips thrusting into the push and pull rhythm of Katsukiâs fingers. âPleaseâIâmâ,â
Izuku presses his thumb into your clit, rubs against it in circles with just the right pressure.
âFuck!â You squeal, hands tightening in Izukuâs hair, âIâ!â
Before you can warn them, you gush all arounud Bakugouâs fingersâall over his and Izukuâs faces. Your little cunt squirts for all sheâs worth, twisting your guts enough to bring tears to your eyes. It drips down Bakugouâs wrist and Dekuâs chin.
âWant you to do that around my dick.â Bakugou is shameless.
Deku nods in agreement, eyes dark and jaw slack. âAnd mine.â
Summary: Guren comes back from a hard mission, heâs bloodied and bruised and needy for your comfort after the horrors heâs seen in battle.
Word Count: 1,266.
Needy After A Hard Mission. (Guren Fluffy)
A deep sigh drifted from your lips as you sat crossed-legged on the soft, velvety mattresses that was tucked away in the corner of the room. The room was mostly dark, nothing but a small lamp emitting a soft gentle glow around you. The sweet smell of your bitter tea and the smell of the fresh winter air hit your nose as a draft carried a nice breeze against the harsh heater that sat opposite of you. You were sat up, a book on spellcrafts in your hands and the warm covers pulled mostly around your body. It was later into the night, Guren had promised to return tonight and as much as he told you not to stay up, you never did listen. You liked staying up, you enjoyed watching him come home after a long mission. Even if he was covered in blood, sweaty, and purely exhausted, to you there was nothing better than seeing Guren walk through the door and smile at you.
Glancing over at the clock that sat ideally by your cup of tea, the time read 2am. It was getting almost too late and a part of you, unfortunately, panicked at the idea that maybe Guren wasnât coming home. Shaking the thought from your head you closed your book, placed it on the nightstand, and shut the lamp off. Snuggling down into the warm embrace of your covers, you stared up at the ceiling. This was your life and Gurenâs life. The possibility that one of you may never come home, that risk was always looming over both of your heads. You had a tendency to take your time together for granted and never seemed to panic until it came to this. When youâre utterly alone and Guren promised to be back. An irritated groan erupted from your lips and you flopped onto your side, facing Gurenâs pillow. âYouâre such an idiot do you know that?! You make me worry day in and day out and for what? So you can get yourself killed without a stupid goodbye? Itâs just... not fair.â
âI agree itâs not, itâs why I donât plan on dying,â the deep voice rumbled from the shadows, startling you enough to force you upright and flustered out of sheer embarrassment. Of course, the moment you let your guard down does Guren waltz in. Perhaps he was always there and just waiting to pounce on you when the time struck, with Ichinose, anything was possible.
âGuren! Youâre back! What took you guys so long?â You sheepishly gazed at the beautiful human who had come out from his hiding spot. He was bloodied and bruised, his uniform clinging desperately to areas where it had been torn open, clearly telling you that it was a rough couple of days. You frowned deeply, scanning him once more in case he was seriously hurt. âAny casualties?â
âToo many for what was suppose to be a simple order,â Guren mumbled softly, his hands methodically undoing his clothing and weapons belt, only to drop it carelessly to the floor. He rounded the corner of the bed to press a soft kiss to your lips before disappearing into the bathroom. The squeaking of the shower knobs rang out before the comforting sound of the shower started. Guren was only gone for what felt like a few minutes and once more did the love of your life reappear, except he less bloodied but all the more sorrowful. Guren slipped into bed, his arms automatically wrapping around you and pulling you close like you were his personal teddy bear. His deep breaths brushing over your hair while your cheek pressed against his collarbone, but most importantly, you placed a hand over his heart to remind yourself that he was still alive. Still alive and still warm beneath your touch.
âI never want to lose you.â
âWhy do you say that?â
âI donât ever want to lose you, (Y/N). So many people have died in my life. My mother, father, my squad, Shinya, Mahiru. If you died... I donât know what Iâd do with myself.â
âGuren, honey, what happened today?â You raised your head to peer at your soulmate only to find tears already spilling down his beautiful cheeks. Carefully wiping them off and gazing into violet eyes, you gave a soft smile
âI canât handle being alone again,â he grumbled.
âThen I guess Iâll just have to stay alive for you, Mr. Ichinose.â
âIs that a promise?â
âMmm, more like an order. I have a really stubborn colonel who wouldnât like it if I died.â
A soft snort of laughter came from deep within his chest, âSounds like a lucky man.â
âThat he is, but I love him for it.â
Gurenâs eyes scanned over your visage as if he was checking to make sure you were more okay than he was. Once satisfied, he dipped his head to kiss your soft lips gently. Both your hands that had been caressing away his tears came to cup his cheeks more firmly to allow the kiss to deepen.
âI really missed you, you idiot,â You murmured against his lips, one of your hands sliding into his blue-black locks and tightly grabbing a fistful of the locks while the other rested on the top of his back. A small grunt came from the man as he pressed himself a little closer and tilted his head to alleviate the pleasurable-pain you were causing, âI can tell. Already got your hands all over me, donât ya?â
âStop leaving for so long then. Iâm too needy for that.â You whined gently, pursing your lips into a pout which only caused a bright smile to grace Gurenâs lips. Rolling you and himself over till he was resting his body weight onto your front, his lips found their way to your neck and began to pepper kisses on the delicate flesh, âHow much did you miss me?â
Your grip automatically tightened in his hair as his lips glided over a sweet spot, âUhm⊠a lot.â You choked out dumbly, your mind too preoccupied with the feeling of his lips against your neck. You tilted your head back involuntarily to allow Guren better access as he bit down at the base of your throat, âGuren,â you warned, your hand now tugging on his hair while your hips pushed upwards against his own. He didnât seem to care much for your warning, his tongue now bathing the sore spot to soothe it while he pinned your hips down with his own.
âI missed you a lot too,â his voice low and husky, bathing your wet skin with his warm breath causing you to shiver, âI missed you so fucking much. More than you could ever know, (Y/N).â Guren pressed his nose above the spot he had just marked, now shakily breathing against you before water began to slide down your throat, pooling onto your chest. For a moment you didnât understand what he was doing, but soon it hit you.
He was crying.
His sobs were quiet, the only sound ever escaping him was short, soft gasps to greedily suck down air into his lungs. Yet, his body shook on top of yours, wrapping your arms around his middle to pull him closer and beginning to stroke his lower back, âIâll always be right here, Guren, always. No matter what happens, no matter who dies, no matter how far youâve lost yourself, youâll always have a home to come back to. Youâll always have someone who loves you. Youâll always have me. I love you.â
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