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Alight folks, October is here. You know what that means. Time to...
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martitheevans · 7 months ago
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People get mad at me for the things I have done but like they don't understand I did it all for the nookie. The nookie. So you can take that cookie! And stick it up your- (yeah)
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rightintheghoulies · 2 years ago
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Hang on, hang on, HANG THE FUCK ON...
What IF, the ghoster isn't about Jesus' arrival...
But him... Coming... Is that why Papa looks so freaked?! 😳
(I've seen people spell it 'coming' or 'cumming' so 🤷🏼‍♀️)
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moonrevolutions · 11 months ago
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other ppl may have fun on sundays but vi has unfun and peace and borderline insane thoughts by hitting his juul in his room while listening to limp bizkit and doing his nails.
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evilfranzkafka · 11 months ago
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welp here it is
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06-archive · 2 years ago
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Okay so… what am i supposed to be doing in morrowind
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KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023, TAIWAN)
Episode 13 - The Finale
Rightfully so. This hot as f*ck side couple closed the show. Love ya, Fan Ze Rui and Bai Zong Yi but Chen Yi (NAT CHEN) and Ai Di (LOUIS CHIANG) stole the finale episode and I ain't mad.
Sure Ze Rui fell on his sword (somewhat literally as Zhang Teng's sister took revenge for her brother's death. Feeling like she deserved her vengeance he encouraged the teen to run as he bled out. Did he die? Of course not. And no retribution on this sad little girl that lost her brother.
Plus after the credits rolled Ze Rui and Zong Yi got a little more screen time and the beginning of some kitchen nookie. Fin. Applause.
This BL broke the bank on guest stars from other BL's but I could not enjoy Wayne Song and Huang Chun Chih since they first were NOT a couple in this and instead of Huang Chun Chih character dying Wayne Song's character bit the bullet. Kinda adding insult to injury (points off for that KISEKI even if he was a bad guy)
So the best Guest Stars go to PLUS & MINUS couple MAX LIN and SHI CHENG XUAN.
@pose4photoml @lutawolf
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endershinz · 6 months ago
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DID SOMEBODY SAY MEATLOAF ⁉️
Edit app used - videostarapp
Cc - mvnace2society (ig)
Ac - me (flamezzaudios on ig)
Et - 56mins
Song 🎵 - Nookie by Limp Bizkit
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sundaywithoutgod · 3 months ago
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favorite old school bands from your time
Wow…way to make me feel old, fuck-sock.
Just kidding lmao <3 I’m happy to share, and I'll put in my favorite songs too.
1. Underøath — It’s Dangerous Business Walking Out Your Front Door, Writing On The Walls, Young And Aspiring, In Regards To Myself, A Boy Brushed Red Living In Black And White.
2. Taking Back Sunday — MakeDamnSure, Cute Without The “E”, A Decade Under The Influence, Great Romances Of The 20th Century, Twenty-Twenty Surgery.
3. Limp Bizkit — Break Stuff, Nookie, Re-Arranged, N 2 Gether Now, Nobody Loves Me.
4. Seether — Broken (Ft. Amy Lee), Truth, Remedy, Tongue, Burrito.
5. Godsmack — Moon Baby, Whatever, Keep Away, Time Bomb, Voodoo.
6. Nirvana — Heart-Shaped Box, Something In The Way, Rape Me, Smells Like Teen Spirit, In Bloom.
7. Green Day — Longview, Basket Case, When I Come Around, Jesus Of Suburbia, Holiday/Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
8. Evanescence — Bring Me To Life, Going Under, My Immortal, Call Me When You're Sober, Everybody's Fool.
9. Avenged Sevenfold — Unholy Confessions, Chapter Four, Beast and the Harlot, Bat Country, Remenissions.
10. As I Lay Dying — Through Struggle, Empty Hearts, Repeating Yesterday, The Darkest Nights, Nothing Left, Forsaken.
11. Bullet For My Valentine — Tears Don't Fall, Your Betrayal, All These Things I Hate (Revolve Around Me), Hand Of Blood, Waking the Demon.
12. My Chemical Romance — I'm Not Okay (I Promise), Helena, The Ghost of You, Thank You for the Venom, Cemetery Drive.
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Tracklist:
Intro • Just Like This • Nookie • Break Stuff • Re-Arranged • I'm Broke • Nobody Like You • Don't Go Off Wandering • 9 Teen 90 Nine • N 2 Gether Now • Trust? • No Sex • Show Me What You Got • A Lesson Learned • Outro
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downtherabbitholewithlucy · 2 years ago
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🥵This stripped-down version on Nookie🥵
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Hello! I saw you do bsd x Reader it’s a mix of Taylor and I was wondering if you could do a chuuya x gn!reader with maroon by Taylor? Feel free to ignore if it’s too much but I thought it would be nice to request! :3
"So scarlet, it was maroon!!"- Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader ੈ♡˳
Warnings; wine, angst, hurt no comfort, brief references to various other Taylor songs, maybe ooc, cursing, no specified topic of argument, reader and Chuuya are both in the wrong
Description; Chuuya x reader fic based on Maroon.
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A/n; god I love maroon best midnights song next to mastermind; also help I gotta memorize my affidavit for mock trial within the next 6 days but it's wtv we ball 🫡
Word Count; 3.09k (don't let it scare u pls it's not as much as u think and this is good istg u guys istg)
Fanfiction !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥
You sat on Chuuyas couch, your body perpendicular from his with your legs resting in his lap. He held a glass of red wine in his hand; the dark color almost resemblant of the thicker, crimson liquid that became concentrated in your cheeks every time your name rolled off of his tongue. As you stared at him while he spoke, the walls and decor of his penthouse faded into nothing more than a blurry background.
"-but I also enjoy rock music." He finishes his sentence that you were there for, yet not present to fully hear; to dazed by his beauty to recognize anything besides the muffled sound of his voice. "Oh, that's cool, so do I. Do you like any artists in particular or..?" You ask, resting your head in your hand that was propped up on the arm of the couch. Hearing him speak was like a beautifully written symphony to you, the sound grabbing your attention and pulling you in like no other.
"Hmm..well, I like Limp Bizkit." He says, taking a sip of his wine. His legs were crossed and one of his arms was set on top of the couch. "What about you?" His head is slightly tilted when he asks this. "Well, I like Linkin Park, but Limp Bizkit is really good, too. I like Nookie." You say. His hand moves from the back of the couch to rub your legs gently as he looks into your eyes. "Yeah, that's a good song, huh?" He murmurs, swirling the wine in his glass ever so slightly. "What a contrast. Older romance songs compared to rock. I think that's kinda cute." You say, a small grin on your face. He furrows his eyebrows and blushes a bit.
"And why would that be cute?" He mumbles, his eyes squinted in curiosity. You shrug, leaning forward a bit more. "I don't know, just is." You say, reaching over to brush some hair out of his face. He smiles a bit and leans into your hand, similar to how a dog would. You find amusement in it and reach your hand up to scratch his head, and to your surprise he doesn't pull away. Instead, he hums in satisfaction and scooches closer to you, the movement making his wine splash against the rounded sides of his glass. "Mn, feels real nice." He mutters.
You pulled him into your body, running your fingers through his hair. He calmly breathes against your neck, pressing soft kisses to the open skin every now and again. After a moment, his head perks up to place a proper kiss on your lips, smiling into the affectionate gesture before getting up and grabbing a cigarette. "I'm gonna go smoke off the balcony, you can come with if ya want." He says, holding the cigarette in-between his lips while he searches his pockets for a lighter. You could tell it was more of a request than an offer from the way he scanned your face, watching for your reaction. You smiled and nodded.
You followed him out onto the balcony, taking in the scenery of the city below the penthouse. The sky above you had a dark pink color to it, other colors swirled into a beautiful mixture before your eyes. You smiled at the sight, leaning over the railing as Chuuya lit his cigarette, shielding the flame from the slight wind with his hand. He took a puff and then leaned over the railing with you.
"Soo, back on the topic of old romance songs. What artists do you like? Elvis?" You ask, staring into his pretty blue eyes, almost enchanted by the color alone. He nods as he takes another puff, exhaling the smoke into the warm spring air. "Elvis is good. I really like Celine Dion, too." He says. You hum and nod, leaning your head against his shoulder. The smoke blows the direction opposite of your face while you watch cars passing by beneath the two of you.
After a couple minutes, Chuuya extinguishes the cigarette in a nearby ash tray. "I have a bunch of vinyls if you're interested in seeing that kind of thing. Theres a lot of different artists, you'll probably find one that you like." He says, his hand snaking around your waist as he guides you inside. You smile and follow him, leaning into his body.
The room he led you to was decorated with numerous book cases, a desk, and a small table. The small table held a record player, and the records themselves were on the shelves. You found yourself awestruck by his large collection, stepping closer to the cases filled with vinyls and some other collectables from various musicians. The shelf was organized by artist in alphabetical order, which you quickly realized as you noticed all of the vinyls you were looking at were by people whose names started with D through H. Your fingertips brushed over the sides of them before you pinched one, pulling it out from in-between all of the other ones.
You observed the thin cardboard in your hands, taking in the women's face in. "Whitney Houston?" You say, flipping it over and looking at the track list. He hums and rests his head on your shoulder while hugging your waist from behind. "Do you not like her or something?" He asks, an amused tone of voice. You slide the vinyl back between the others while shaking your head. "I've just never really listened to her." You say, looking through the shelves some more.
"Ooo, here's Elvis." You say, taking 'Blue Hawaii' off the shelf and slipping the disk out of the case. You bring it over to the player and start the machine up. You start the album on 'Can't Help Falling in Love', the only song you knew well on the album, the soft tunes filling the room. You walk back over to Chuuya, grabbing the hand that didn't occupy his wine glass and playfully twirled him, which extracted a small chuckle from his throat. He sways with you, both of you smiling and giggling as you move around the rather spacious room. You step on his feet a couple of times, but you can tell he doesn't mind.
As the song comes to an end, Chuuya dips you, regardless of height difference. You both giggle a little and he presses a small kiss to your lips before you start to feel a liquid splashing down onto your chest. "Mn-" you hum, bringing the both of you upright by pushing Chuuyas chest backwards a bit. "Aw, I'm sorry doll. I'll be right back, I'll get you a paper towel." He says, setting the glass down, small droplets of wine sliding down the sides. "Oh, alright, thank you." You say, watching him quickly skitter away to the kitchen. You look down at your torso, your eyes immediately falling onto the large burgundy stain that covered your shirt.
You sighed a bit, not mad at Chuuya for spilling it, but slightly annoyed by the dampness of your skin and the cold discomfort it brought. And the stain, ofcourse, but you could feel all of that annoyance slip away when you saw Chuuya re-enter the room, paper towel roll in hand. He ripped of a piece and crumpled it up before dabbing it against your chest, trying to soak up as much of the wine as possible without smearing it. You blushed as he did this, watching his face of concentration.
You could see him trying to sneak a glance up at you as he bit down on his lip gently, finishing cleaning you up the best he could. "Do you..uhm, do you wanna borrow one of my shirts? I can toss that one in the washer if ya want...or you don't have to wear a shirt, either is fine with me." He mumbles, his eyes averted from your face. You think for a moment. "Well, I would never pass up an opportunity to wear your clothing." You say with a grin. He nods and fetches you a shirt from his large closet.
When he returns, he tosses it to you, grabbing the glass he left on the table and quickly drinking the small remainder of wine before walking out; going back into the kitchen with the cup and paper towels. You closed the door and switched your shirt from the stained one to the one Chuuya had so kindly offered. You find him leaned against the counter, scrolling through his phone while waiting for you. His head perks up as he notices your presence, holding out one of his hands.
"Here, toss that to me and I'll stick it in the washer, alright?" You nod and toss him the shirt, him catching it and walking off to start cleaning it, as he promised. He comes back quickly and wraps his arms around your waist, his colder hands snaking underneath the hem of the shirt and pressing against your warmer back. You shiver a little at the contrast in temperature, but you rest your head on top of his and sigh contently. He starts to press kisses to your neck, gently sucking on the skin a couple of times, making you laugh. "Chuuya, I can't pull up to work with hickeys. You're kissing above the neckline of most of my clothing." You say playfully.
He hums against your neck in response, trailing soft little kisses down to your collar bone instead. You roll your eyes a bit. "That works, I guess." You say, feeling him interlock your fingers with his and gently pushing you against the counter. He pulls away and observes the maroon mark, his fingers lightly brushing over it as he smirks. He pokes you gently on your collarbone before speaking. "That one is the most noticable. You're not walking around with your collarbone out like that on the daily, so you'll be fine. You can cover these up, but don't even bother with this one." He says, continuing to grin as he talks.
"Don't worry, I won't." You reassure him. You twirl his hair around your fingers before putting your hand on his neck, guiding him into a loving kiss. You hold him there for a while before you both break away for a moment to get air, only to find your lips crashing together once again. The force between the two of you felt magnetic, almost as if you were unable to pull yourself away from him, your hand sliding from the nape of his neck to his cheek. That feeling that you loved so much; that feeling in which you reveled in. The warmth of his touch and kiss was so pleasantly different from the heat of argumentative moments, which became more common the longer you stayed at his side.
You knew that deep down under that angry facial expression, his caring and gentle personality was lingering, waiting to break through again and embrace you. You could think of no other reasoning for these arguments than the two of you just not being meant to be. You firmly believed that there was nothing wrong with Chuuyas personality, sure he was a little hotheaded, but not hotheaded enough for arguments ending in yelling and crying every week. Seeing his face in his hands in the worst way possible became a common sight, although it never becoming less saddening. His shoulders lightly shook while you peered at him from around a corner after the metaphorical dust of the argument had settled.
The bed grew colder every day, your mind tricking you into feeling the calming aura his body usually emitted while he lay next to you. However, you couldn't shake the undeniable absence of your lover from your mind. You lost sleep over those arguments regularly, even when the two of you returned to affectionate terms. The nights you slept alone in the bedroom, you could feel his presence outside the door, lingering in the hallway while he thought about everything. He thought about the love you both shared, that turned out to be a like carnation or a daisy rather than a rose or orchid. A love that was initially thought of to be so beautiful turned into a treacherous slope of devastation and denial.
The devastation really settled in the morning Chuuya knocked on the door of the bedroom where you slept, tears staining your face from the night before. The only thing you could remember about the argument was that it started with the both of you agreeing to sit down and calmly talk. The 'calm talk' turned into blame shifting on both sides as to why these arguments were becoming so much more frequent. You were both in the wrong, yet far to stubborn to apologize in the moment, which is why you thought he was knocking to tell you he was sorry. However, it turned out to be quite the opposite.
"Y/n." His voice called out to you as he gently opened the door all the way. You rolled over to face him, sniffling. Your nose was still stuffy, too. Chuuya could clearly see the remnants of the argument on your face and he almost felt a pang of guilt in his heart, but he proceeded to talk. "I need you to leave."
You had never been snapped out of your drowsiness so quickly, immediately sitting upright. "What? Why? Chuuya, if this is about the argument, we can fix this, I promise I'll calm down this time-" you start to ramble a bit, but he cuts you off quickly. "We both say that every single time we fight and it is clearly doing nothing for us." He mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose in between his thumb and pointer finger. Your shoulders slumped, you couldn't believe his words.
"Well, how about counseling?" You mutter, sadness evident in your eyes as your heart sunk to your stomach. "No, counseling is going to do no more for us than we can." Your lip started to quiver a bit, but you bit down on it as you angrily stood up from the bed, tossing the covers aside. "Chuuya, do you even want this relationship anymore?" You say, a lump starting to form in your throat as you tried to sound as serious and purposeful as possible. Chuuya only stared at you for a moment. "I think you know the answer to that." His face was serious, too. You exasperatedly huff.
"Fine. I'll leave." You say, grabbing a suitcase from the closet and laying it on the bed before rummaging through the clothing racks and drawers for as much of your stuff as you could fit. "I'll give you a minute." He says, exiting and closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with your angry thoughts. You huffed and puffed while shoving clothing and other essentials together in the black luggage, sniffling as you did so. The sound of your tears hitting the canvas made a soft 'tap' noise, which filled the momentary silence in between your sobs.
When you finished, you carried the case out of the bedroom, out of the living room and hesitated at the elevator doors. You slid the key to his penthouse off of your keyring and dropped it onto the coffee table he sat at while you waited for the elevator to arrive. He said nothing to you while you stood there, barely sparing you a passing glance. The wait was awkward, the silence only worsened it, making the elevator walls you had always found annoyingly boring look like the pearly gates of heaven. You leaned against the side of the small space while you waited for it to hit ground floor. When it did, you immediately looked up hotels nearby. You called a taxi and made your way to the closest one. The entire way there, you hoped and prayed for a message from Chuuya, one that asked you to come back; one that you wouldn't receive. Even though it would be very inconvenient, you would turn around from a thousand mile journey if it meant making things up with him.
Your mind flashed back to the days and nights spent with him, how couldn't he see that the happy moments you shared outweighed the negative ones by a ton? You didn't know, and it hurt you to think about it any longer. You wiped your tears before stepping out of the vehicle and renting a hotel room. The hotel wasnt the worst thing ever, which was great because you were nervous about not being able to get a last minute room. You tossed your suitcase to the side after inspecting the room to make sure no one was hiding in there or anything and flopped down onto the mattress, bouncing a bit. You gripped onto the blanket and just let the tears flow from your eyes.
The only sound coming from your parted lips were groans and sobs as you rolled over, the blanket no longer muffling your cries. You were aware of how pitiful the sight of you would be to any outsider, but you couldn't help but bawl. You had just lost someone so important to you, so near and dear to your heart in the blink of an eye. You're lost in your thoughts before you can feel the exhaustion from your crying and emotional stress wash over you. This only aids you in slipping into a light, yet peaceful and dreamless sleep.
When you awoke, your first thought hit you like a bus, though. You immediately looked around in confusion before remembering you could never return to the penthouse you once considered to be home for anything other than your left over belongings. Especially not for him.
Your hands immediately fell over your face, your chest tightening as if you were about to cry again, but you were far too dehydrated for that. You were left laying on the hotel bed, so many pent up feelings but not enough water in your system to cry and not enough motivation to get up and get any. You reached over for your phone to try and distract yourself, but you would feel these emotions no matter what and you knew that. You cursed yourself for not just apologizing, even though he didn't apologize either, but none of that mattered any more. He was gone, he had left you, running from the relationship like water runs down a stream.
A/n #2; i dunno how I feel about writing angst. Oh, also, I know it's probably "that's a real fuckin legacy to leave" without a comma but the comma makes it so much more dramatic and I'm dramatic so.
That's a real fuckin' legacy, to leave.
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abbatoirablaze · 9 months ago
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Welcome To The Dollhouse, Madam
Word Count:  858
Warnings:  implied smut, masturbation.
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Bucky smirked as he walked into their shared bedroom.  Steve was happily snoring, face down and naked, stretched out across the bed.  Off towards the bathroom, he could hear the shower running, and he knew that their girlfriend must be getting ready for the upcoming evening. 
They weren’t doing anything special, but she had managed to convince both super soldiers to take the night off and have a couple’s night in.  Something that originally, Bucky hadn’t been on board with, but seeing his boyfriend happily snoring away, and knowing that his girlfriend was the cause of it, made him all too content with the moment.
As quietly as he could, he made his way towards the large ensuite. Once inside, he couldn’t stifle the laughter as he heard his girlfriend softly humming some top 40 song to herself.
“Mind if I join?” he asked softly as he leaned up against the counter. 
He saw her jump ever so slightly through the heated glass, before giggling once more, “It depends, sarge…if you think you’re actually coming in to get clean, or dirty?  Because we do have an event to go to tonight.”
“Yeah…sorry about that.”
“You told me that we could have a date night.”
“Showing you off to the world can be considered a date…a very public one…” he reminded her, “you know…since Steve and I came out, saying that we were in a polyamorous relationship with someone there’s been a lot of speculation of exactly who you are.”
“Trust me…I know,” she giggled, “so don’t be thinking you can sneak on in with Steve asleep in our room to get some nookie on the down-low.”  
Bucky chuckled, “it’s why I didn’t just come in, doll…but in all fairness, I was out picking up our tuxes and your dress…and Steve looks like he got off more than a few times…is it really fair if I don’t come in and help?”
“So, he wants to be a dirty boy?” she teased gently as she looked at him through the glass.  Bucky’s smirk only got wider as she leaned towards the wall.  Bucky’s breath caught in his throat as one of her hands massaged her breast, while the other slipped between her legs. 
He could smell the arousal dripping off of her as she slid her fingers into herself. 
“Doll…you’re playing with fire…” Bucky warned gently as he felt his cock starting to twitch in his pants, “you can’t honestly be still riled up after the state I saw Steve in…”
“What can I say,” she giggled, “call it the hormones…I feel like I’ve been insatiable for weeks…”
“Because you have been…you know, not that I’m complaining or anything,” he answered warmly, stepping away from the counter.  He stripped off his shirt and stepped out of his pants and briefs before stalking around the shower’s edge.  A growl escaped the back of his throat when she pulled her hand from her core and brought it up to her lips, “you’re a naughty little girl, Bunny.”
“I can still taste Steve inside me,” she purred as she reached back into herself and caught more on her fingers before slipping her fingers back to her mouth and moaning, “but you know I love it when I can taste both of you on my tongue…”
Bucky reached forward and opened the shower.  Another growl escaped the back of his throat when he saw her in all of her glory, “oh that can be arranged, bunny.”
They’d only just found out she was pregnant, but already the changes to her body were incredible. Her breasts had already gotten larger, and the slightest dimple of a baby bump lined her stomach, making him crave seeing her naked at all hours of the day.
And that thought alone in itself was driving Bucky and Steve feral. 
Neither super soldier had realized just how much of a breeding kink they truly had until their girlfriend announced that she was ten weeks pregnant. 
And how fast a super soldier baby was developing inside of her.   Both men had fallen in love with the fact as soon as they had heard it.  And even more so when they went to the first sonogram.  
She was pregnant with their child. 
“Bucky…”
The super soldier was torn from his thoughts as he looked up into his partner’s eyes. 
“Yeah, Bunny?”
“You’re staring,” she teased, pulling the super soldier into the shower with her.  Bucky closed the glass door behind himself and wrapped his arms around her waist, “has anyone ever told you that you have a staring problem?”
He chuckled, shaking his head as he instantly lied, “never, doll…guess it’s just you.  You just have something that I can’t take my eyes off of.”
“Me…or the little super soldier you and Steve put in me?” Bucky all but growled once more and she smiled, “you better behave, James!”
“Oh, never!” he teased, his hands falling down to her stomach, “me and Steve made you a promise sweetheart…we’re gonna love you with every bit of ourselves…and a lot of the includes misbehaving with that pretty self of yours every chance we get.”
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izunaposting · 1 year ago
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Izuna Uchiha. 29. DECEASED. Bisexual, and failing at it. Male. Aquarius Ass Bitch With A Fiery Nature. 🤪✌️ Theme Song: Limp Bizkit - Nookie. Favorite food: cute sweets. If I Were A Fictional Character: Chiikawa (she's always being put in a situation! ❤️). TOBIRAMA AND ME BEST FRIENEMIES 4EVER 💙❤️💙❤️ (Tobirama Senjus DNI!!!!) Favorite Quote: " If you can't handle me at my worst then you should avoid me at all costs when i'm at my best, bitch! " - Hegel. Favorite historical figure: my nii-san. Habitually spitting up blood. Average penis size. My Hobbies: sparring, huge fireballs, women, watching my advisor Hikaku bemoan his sufferings, dying, being dead, feng shui, being cute and loveable, the flaming skull, yarn tricks, and SWORDS!
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pixlpxie · 4 months ago
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Mingi once said his fave song for a while was the Nookie by Limp Bizkit (if you don’t know just search the meaning i beg you) so I’m not surprised by the songs he listen to anymore 😭
ugh I need to make out with this man with his playlist on
My man has a teenager boy living inside his brain istg😭😭😭 cant judge tho i feel like id enjoy his music taste 🧍🏻‍♂️ i aint making out with him with that song on tho😭
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cringetober batch 3!! full of evil yuri this time around
DAY 11: orin/ryn (oryn...) evil yandere. she wants that unholy assassin pussy soooooo bad
DAY 12: @isaakthesnail 's Tallis x Shart x Halsin. ultimate throuple
DAY 13: i went with creepy vocaloid songs instead of creepypasta. anyway, evil yuri .... 2!! rotten girl grotesque romance
DAY 14: @oughtnots tenacity candygore. moment of curse that makes you eat your lover (rip to gale)
DAY 15: This love zip-zap-zooms and the kiss-kiss-kisses just don't stop!! Ryn and Davril, the high half-elf warlock brothers who are both dedicated to Doing It All For The Nookie. only one of them is actually getting any tho....
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