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Does beyonce (YOU) follow back?

i meannnn most of the time yes, ive been making mutuals/moots that way, but you know it depends sometimes

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if you write for xlov do you have a favorite member and can i send my thoughts about members?

ughh my bias is hyun and id love to hear what you have to say 💖💖

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hey hi hello!

Just coming from ot8!skz cockdrunk piece and, if it's no trouble, could ask for something similar with ateez?

It's fine if you don't wanna! anyways, have a nice time, drink water!

i was actually going to do this anyways but im glad someone wants it (and thank you for reminding me about water, i tend to live off of coca cola)

Seonghwa gets clingy when he’s cockdrunk. His body trembles, legs wrapped tight around your waist as if he can't stand to be even a centimeter away. His arms hook around your neck, forehead pressed to yours, mouth open and panting your name like a prayer. “So deep... don’t stop... don’t wanna think, just wanna feel you...” His hole flutters greedily around you even after he’s come, overstimulated but still begging for more with every shaky gasp and twitching thigh.

Hongjoong tries to keep control—until he’s cockdrunk. Then he’s a whining mess, legs trembling as he clutches your arms, his head thrown back with glassy eyes. “F-fuck... you’re gonna break me... I can’t even think...” Every time you thrust in, he stutters, pupils blown wide as if the sensation is short-circuiting his brain. He stares down where your cock disappears inside him like it’s unreal, like he's too full to function but can't bear for it to stop.

Yunho goes soft when he’s cockdrunk—in the way his muscles loosen and his mind turns to mush. You can feel his whole body tremble, can hear the broken little whines caught in his throat. “Please... more... d-don’t stop... feels so good...” Tears line his lashes as you pound into him from behind, his cheeks flushed, drooling onto the pillow as he pushes back for more. His size is no help; he folds under you, desperate to be filled, fucked, and used until he can’t remember his own name.

Yeosang gets quiet when he's cockdrunk. Too fucked out to form words, his moans come out in soft hiccups and whimpers. But his body says everything—twitching thighs, trembling fingers digging into your shoulders, and eyes glazed with lust. “More... again... harder...” Those few words slip from his lips like a spell, whispered with broken breath as he arches up to take everything you give. He’ll grab your wrist when you slow down, pleading silently for you to keep going until he’s shaking under you.

San doesn’t realize how loud he gets when he’s cockdrunk. The moans spill out uninhibited, high and gasping, your name a sob on his tongue as his nails dig into the sheets. “I-I can’t take it… f-fuck, too deep…” And yet he doesn’t stop pushing back, hole clenching around you like he needs it to survive. You hold him down as he thrashes through another orgasm, his legs kicking as you fuck him through the overstimulation.

Mingi goes pliant when he’s cockdrunk, all strength gone from his limbs as he melts under your touch. He cries when you bottom out, half-whining, half-laughing at how sensitive he feels. “Can’t... it’s so good...” He holds onto your biceps, nails digging in weakly as his hips jerk up to meet every thrust. He’s overwhelmed, undone, mindless—and you love every second of watching his big frame twitch and beg under you.

Wooyoung gets bratty and shameless when cockdrunk. He’ll taunt you until the pleasure catches up and he’s the one sobbing into the sheets, back arched, ass shaking. “You like this hole, huh? Then take it—ah, fuck, too much!” He grabs at anything he can—your arms, the sheets, the headboard—as you fuck him deeper, desperate moans tumbling out. His whole body pulses when he cums again, ass clenching tight around you like he never wants to let go.

Jongho grits his teeth at first, trying to stay composed. But when he gets cockdrunk, he crumbles beautifully. Moaning uncontrollably, body shaking, fingers bruising your back. “F-fuck me... please, I need it... need all of it...” His voice is cracked, broken by moans and the wet sound of skin meeting skin. You pound him harder, watching him fall apart beneath you, his thighs twitching with every deep stroke. And even after he cums, he begs for more—completely lost in you.

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https://www.tumblr.com/enimsiyobeht/788074425028411392/why-did-the-chicken-cross-the-road

to read your boypussy fanfics :3

woah.

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how down bad is nct dream?

No one, no one, is more down bad than Jeno. He waits at the door. Fucks himself on your fingers in the kitchen. Gets hard when you put his collar on. Whines in his sleep from how much he misses you.

You find him curled up on the bed, shirtless, plugged, and clutching your pillow. “I know you’re tired,” he whispers, rolling onto his back, legs open. “But I’ve been thinking about your cock all day. Just… use me. Please.” You don’t say a word—you just unzip and slide in, and he lets out a moan like you gave him life.

He’s the blueprint for good boys. And he lives to be yours. (recently made something like this).

Mark pretends he's normal. He acts like he has a good head on his shoulders, gets shy when you flirt in public, and tries to keep things “respectful.” But behind closed doors? He’s crazy for you. Begging under the breath, cockwarming you in your sleep, please fill me up before your meeting kind of crazy.

You wake up to him already grinding down on your cock, face red, hands pressed to your chest. “Sorry—couldn’t wait,” he gasps, trembling. “I needed it. Just wanted to feel full—wanna cum with you inside me, please—” You grip his hips and whisper, “How long have you been doing this?” Mark bites his lip. “...Since 3AM.”

He’s lowkey the most emotionally cock-drunk of them all. Will literally cry if you tease him too long. Keeps a plug in when you’re away. Cums untouched just from hearing your voice when you're rough. (recently made something like this).

Haechan’s not just down bad—he’s deranged. Overstim. Overcum. “Put a baby in me” type shit.

He’s sprawled on your chest, your cum dripping out of him, eyes glazed. “You think I’m gonna let anyone else have you?” he slurs. “You better fuck me again before I go insane.” You stroke his back. “You can’t even move.” He smirks through his haze. “Didn’t say you couldn’t do all the work, Daddy.”

He wants you feral. Because he already is.

Jaemin wants it all the time. At home, at work, in public bathrooms. He’s so addicted to you that he’s gotten good at making it look innocent—when it’s anything but.

“We’re watching a movie,” you whisper. “Exactly,” Jaemin smirks, already pushing your sweatpants down. “Which means you can stay inside me the whole time and no one will know.” He bounces slow in your lap, completely unbothered, cock untouched and already dripping. “Just keep your arm around me and moan into my neck.”

He thinks sex is an act of love. And he loves you a lot.

Jisung acts all nervous, flustered even when you so much as graze his thigh—but the second your cock’s inside him? He's gone. Blown-out eyes. Clingy arms. Whimpering, “Don’t stop” on repeat.

“You’re so deep…” he mumbles, voice high and breathy. “Why does it feel better every time?” You don’t answer—you just keep going, letting his legs tremble around you while he clutches your shirt and cries out your name like a chant. He’s still hard even after he cums. Always is. “Just—please… a little more. I can take it.”

He’s shy, but he's got zero self-preservation around you.

Chenle acts cocky—teases you constantly, taunts you with how “unbothered” he is—but when you call his bluff, he melts.

“Bet you’d cry if I didn’t touch you for a week,” you said one day. Chenle laughed—right up until you actually did it. Now he’s straddling your lap in nothing but a sweatshirt, grinding against your thigh and whining, “Okay, okay—I missed you, alright? Please fuck me, I’ll be good…”

He talks back, but deep down? He needs it so bad.

Renjun pretends he's composed, always rolling his eyes at your flirting like you're annoying—but the second you're alone, he folds.

You’d barely closed the bedroom door before Renjun was on his knees. “This doesn’t mean I like you,” he muttered, unzipping your pants with shaky fingers. You smiled as he took you into his mouth anyway—eager, messy, drooling already. “Sure,” you chuckled, stroking his hair. “But why are you gagging on my cock like it’s the only thing keeping you alive, then?”

He's not the most openly down bad—but his body doesn’t lie.

sooooo simply ranked (because technically this was ranked from the most to the least):

🥇 Jeno.

🥈 Mark.

🥉 Haechan.

Jaemin.

Jisung.

Chenle.

Renjun.

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nct 127, nct dream, wayv: ❌

boypussy 127, boypussy dream, pussy: ✔️

real.

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Why did the chicken cross the road?

idk.... to bock traffic?

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https://www.tumblr.com/enimsiyobeht/787969959974305792/i-miss-you

That wouldn’t be possible because I’m a figment of your imagination and I do not physically exist, the sentiment would be wonderful though to miss me

💔💔

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I miss you

and if i were to say i missed you MORE?

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Bye

buh bye

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Hi

hi

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Yes or Yes

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you GOTTA continue that boypussy series ... i .. i want a jake one too ... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 😭😭🖐🖐

okayyyy 😿😿.

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JENO FIC TONIGHT OMFG EDGING DAYS ARE OVER

JENO FIC TONIGHT OMFG EDGING DAYS ARE OVER

yesss enjoy ur filth.

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untitled 07.02.25. short drabble.

🐕 mdni !! jeno x top amab reader. modern/alternative universe. consensual free use, subtle pet play, d/s dynamics, relieving stress with sex, blowjob/deep throating (reader receiving), unprotected sex, spit as lube, minor praise kink, soft ending.

You’re halfway through unlocking the door when your shoulders start to sag.

It’s muscle memory by now—slouching from the weight of another day that asked too much and gave too little. The kind of day that clings to your skin. Meetings that ran over. A client that didn’t listen. You didn’t even eat lunch. Your throat is dry from talking, your eyes ache from screens, and your jaw’s been clenched since noon.

But when the door swings open, the apartment is dim, soft, quiet.

And Jeno is there.

He’s already kneeling in the center of the living room rug, back straight, thighs parted wide, hands resting on his knees. No shirt. Collar snug around his neck—black leather with silver rings. He doesn’t speak, just tilts his head up to meet your eyes, and in that one look, your whole body starts to unravel.

You don’t say anything. Not yet.

You drop your keys. Kick off your shoes. Step closer, drawn in like gravity. And Jeno’s breath hitches when you stop in front of him.

Rough day. He can see it.

“Didn’t hear from you,” he says gently. “I figured… you’d come home like this.”

“Like what?”

“Empty.”

Your throat tightens. You’re not sure what to say. But Jeno’s eyes are warm, steady, already forgiving.

“I stayed like this just in case,” he adds. “In case you needed me.”

And God—you do.

You reach for him, fingers sinking into his hair, tilting his head back. His lips part automatically. Eyes soft. Waiting.

You unzip your pants slowly and pull out your cock—already stiffening from the sheer devotion in his expression.

“Open,” you murmur.

Jeno obeys instantly. His tongue flicks out, lapping at the head before sucking it into his mouth with practiced ease. You groan, tilting your head back as your other hand rests on his cheek.

He takes you deeper. No hesitation, no resistance. Just the wet heat of his mouth, his jaw relaxing as you start to thrust.

“Fucking perfect,” you breathe. “Just like this.”

He moans around you, drool already sliding down his chin as you begin to fuck his throat, slowly working out the frustration from your day, thrust by measured thrust. He gags a little—eyes watering—but you don’t stop. His hands stay behind his back, posture perfect, cock tenting his sweats without even being touched.

You bury yourself to the hilt and hold.

He chokes, groans—but he doesn’t move.

“Don’t wanna cum in your mouth tonight,” you rasp. “Wanna feel you instead.”

You pull out slowly. He gasps, breath messy on your skin. His lips are swollen and glossy, eyes dazed.

“You want to be used, right?”

He nods.

“You want me to forget how bad today was?”

“Use me,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “Please.”

You don’t even make it to the bedroom.

You drag him to the couch, push him down chest-first over the cushions, and pull his sweats off in one fluid motion. His ass is round and flushed, hole twitching like it knows what’s coming. You grip your cock, spit in your hand, and press in without preamble.

He lets out a sharp cry—then moans low and broken as your cock sinks inside him.

No prep. No foreplay. Just pure, primal relief.

“You missed this?” you grunt, thrusting deep.

“Yes,” Jeno whines, bracing himself. “Every second.”

“You’ve been thinking about this all day? Me stretching you open?”

“I couldn’t stop.”

You pound into him harder, grip digging into his waist, hips slamming against his ass with wet slaps. You can see the tremble in his thighs, the way his hole clenches around you like it’s sucking you in, begging you to stay.

“You’re mine,” you pant. “Mine to come home to. Mine to fuck. Mine to use.”

“Yours,” he gasps. “All yours—please don’t stop, please—need to feel you cum inside.”

You fuck him rough. Desperate. Not just for the pleasure, but for the relief. For the way your stress drains from your body every time you bottom out inside him, for the way he takes it all without flinching.

You cum hard—deep inside him, grinding as your cock twitches and fills him. Jeno moans, head dropping to the cushions, body melting under the weight of you.

You don’t pull out.

Not yet.

You collapse on top of him, chest pressed to his back, cock still pulsing in his ass as you catch your breath. He shifts underneath you, stretching his arms forward like a cat, sighing in total contentment.

“Feel better?” he murmurs.

“Way better,” you whisper against his neck. “You’re better than therapy, baby.”

Jeno laughs softly—sweet and breathless. “Anytime. You can use me whenever you need.”

You stay like that for a while. Still inside. Still full. The only sound in the apartment is the soft beat of two hearts calming down in sync.

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now im soooo seated for the jeno fic!

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so... i just woke up... half asleep half awake... lying on my back while reading thst mark fic... that was definitely an experience