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clawsomebeats · 3 months
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gelatina-destroyer · 6 months
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Part of the Sadness | Fiona and Cake
I know this is old since this is from episode 4 but still wanted to post it ;-; my boys, look how depressed they are
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reigobun · 3 months
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iikatsukii · 1 year
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Too Late.
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synopsis: they loved you when it was too late. 
pairings: sully family x daughter/sister!reader, neteyam x twin!reader, neytiri x daughter! Reader, jake x daughter!reader
warnings: mentions of death, attempted suicide, suicidal thoughts(?), swearing, familial issues. 
word count: 3.6k
a/n: would yall believe me if i said i wrote this while listening to pussy talk by city girls LMFAOOOOO p.s. Happy valentines day (THE RED TEXT IS "FESTIVE" im trynna get into the valentines day spirit :D). I wish i could've given yall part two of illicit love instead of this but i'm not done with it </3. ALMOST THO!!! (gif creds: @world-of-pandora)
(p.s. part two is out now!!)
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it was never supposed to end like this. jake's mouth felt bitter. his whole body shook as he let out the most heart-stopping scream when his eyes landed on his eldest daughter. you, neteyam's twin, lay lifeless in his arms. your father cried because he never got to tell you he was proud of you, or that he loved you, or that you didn't need to compare to your brother to still be considered his baby girl. 
it wasn't always like this, though. 
you and neteyam were always happy and playing around together when you were younger. still, as you two grew older, neteyam took on olo'eyktan training and became his father's perfect warrior. where does that leave you? mo'at had chosen kiri to pursue tsahik training because of her apparent connection to eywa. so where does that leave you? lo'ak took on the role of the troublemaker, and tuk, of course, is just the baby of the family. so where does that leave you?
you're lo'ak's babysitter. making sure the boy doesn't get into trouble, but with your lack of training due to your father training your brother more than you, you weren't really the best babysitter. honestly, it was more lo'ak protecting than you protecting him. he kept you from losing balance while in high places, saved you when you fell into the rapids and flew you home when you forgot your way as if you had not lived in this forest your whole life. 
you felt like a burden on your family. 
nothing you ever did was right. 
you went hunting? cool, but you didn't bring back enough for the whole family, so now neteyam and lo'ak have to go out and find more food for everyone else. 
you bead a necklace for your friend? great, but you messed up the pattern she asked for, so she brought it to kiri so she could remake it.
tuk wanted to go play with you? of course! but now she has a sprained ankle from falling into the river while you were looking at flowers a few feet away.
and every time, somehow, some way, your family always managed to say something that felt like a blade stabbed through your heart.
"next time, y/n, just leave the hunting to neteyam and i. at least we know the right amount to bring back." it was lo'ak before he and your twin had to go hunting for more food for dinner a few weeks ago.
"you know, sister, your jewelry hasn't been the same recently. i've had sooo many of your friends coming back to me saying you messed up the pattern they asked for. just try and pay more attention when you're beading." kiri said as you walked into your home. she was re-beading the necklace you gave to your best friend yesterday. 
the one she told you was perfect and that she loved it.
"how could you leave your sister unattended like that y/n she could've been killed?! why can't you be like neteyam? you’re twins, for crying out loud, y/n. do you not care for your sister's well-being?" your father scolded you outside your grandmother's hut. you could hear her cries inside the tent, along with your mother's gentle words of comfort, as she tried to calm her youngest daughter down. 
you were being compared to your twin for the millionth time in your life, and as used to this as you should be, it still hurt just as bad as the first time your father had said it. 
"she only sprained her ankle. it was an accident sempu–" you tried to defend yourself, but you were cut off. 
"NO. it is, sir. do you understand me?" jake yelled at you. in your 18 years, your father had never raised his voice at you, let alone for you calling him 'sempu.' he used to love it when you called him because you were his ite and he was your sempu. but right now, to him, you were just someone who had hurt his child and nothing more than that. you hang your head, eyes falling to the floor in front of you as you didn't want your father to see you cry. 
"sorry, sir." was all you said before walking away. you don't know where you walked, but you found yourself at the abandoned shack. you knew this area was forbidden, so when you realized where you were, you immediately crouched. you were just gonna walk back because your father would kill you if he found out you were over here, but then you heard voices. you looked through the bush to see a group of 3 or 4 avatars. you knew you couldn't escape now, so you pressed on the collar of your neck.
"sempu– sorry. sir, i need help, i wasn't paying attention to where i was walking, and i can hear avatars speaking english and–" your father cut you off.
"where are you?" he, your mother, and your two brothers were patrolling around your land's territories when they heard you through their earpieces. 
you let out a heavy sigh, praying to eywa that he wouldn't chew your ass up for being here, before pressing the button again and saying, 
"i'm at the abandoned shac–AHH! OWW, LET GO, YOU ASSHOLE!!" you couldn't finish as one of the avatars found your hiding spot, grabbing you by your queue.
thankfully your family had heard enough. your twin telling his father he knew a shortcut, they all flew as fast as they could to you. honestly, this was their last straw. everyone was fed up with you constantly making things hard for everyone.
your mother, though, was worried. you were caught by those skydemons all by yourself. who knew what they would do to you?
as you waited for your family, you were roughly held by your queue as they poked and prodded at you like they had never seen a native before. 
"let me see your hands." the man with a buzzcut spoke. 
"why don't you look at my feet instead?" you said. they all gave you a confused look until you kicked quaritch right in his face. you don't know how, but it caused the avatar behind you to loosen his grip, so you tried to make a break for it.
unluckily for you, the female avatar grabbed your arm, pulling you back into her form. she gripped you by your neck, unaware that she had pressed the button on your communicator. you hissed at her. the man you had kicked was only laughing as he wiped the blood dripping from his nose. "she must be one of his. she's defiant. grab her hands, let me see." he said
the avatar behind you grabbed your hands, holding them both out. 
"hm… four fingers. maybe she's not one of his." were they gonna let you go? wishful thinking.
"fine. she may not be one of his but if one of their people go missing they're bound to come for her. keep her." his words made your heart sank. were they gonna take you? away from everything? your home? your family? if you could even call it that. 
but then you thought about it. you really can't call it that. you don't remember the last happy memory you had with someone, anyone, in your family. it clicked to you that it had been about 10 minutes since you had radioed your father, and he wasn't here yet. were they even coming for you? you knew it was a stupid question. they weren't coming for you. why would they when this was the easiest way to get rid of the weak link of the family? it's not like your blood would be on their hands, and their life would be way better without you.
"they're not gonna come for me. i have no family. you killed my family in the last war, you dickhead." you lied to the man you had kicked earlier. 
hearing you say this confused your family. what were you talking about?
"dammit you're an orphan? i didn't know the na'vi had any of those. then what do we do with her. she's useless. nobody will notice she's gone." the woman behind you asked her superior. 
"hmm.. i have a better idea. kill her. use her as a warning to the sullys. this is what we're capable of now. it'll be a threat. give us jake sully and nobody else will die. but this one… this one is our lab rat. we're gonna make you bleed out nice and slow little one." he said as he grabbed his pistol off his waist, pressing it below your jaw. the nickname made you internally gag, but you held your ground. 
these people had no real idea how tired you really were. you were exhausted. you were ready for life with eywa. you wanted your deity to hold you close, keep you warm, and protect you from the harsh real world. the world that your parents didn't adequately prepare you for. the world that you were ready to leave. 
"kill me," you said as you grabbed quaritch's wrist and moved his gun from under your jaw to right above your heart. "and make it quick. nobody will come for me anyways," you said in a monotone voice.
the avatars all looked at you in awe. they had never once seen a na'vi so willing to give up their life. the natives they had all met were vicious, hissing and armed, always ready to kill. but you. you were the opposite.
you were fed up and ready to die. but not for your people. for your own inner peace. 
"no," quaritch said, putting his gun down. that shocked everyone. like he shocked his soldiers and your family, who had been listening the whole time. they were trying to get to you as fast as possible.
hearing how you really felt was a wake-up call for your family. and when they heard bullets moving within the chamber of quaritch's pistol, they all flew their ikrans as fast as possible, weaving through trees and around mountains, trying to get to you.
you looked at the man like he had just betrayed you. 
"DO IT, YOU COWARD! FUCKING DO IT! NOBODY WILL COME FOR ME!! THEY DON'T CARE!! THEY DON'T FUCKING CARE!!" you don't know what came over you, but you tried to wrestle quaritch's pistol out of his hands. your family was only 2 clicks away and could hear you struggling. everyone landed at the same time. the sullys, excluding tuk and kiri, who had stayed with mo'at, caught quaritch's attention, which distracted him enough for you to pull the gun from his grip. 
you distanced yourself from everyone, and looking around, you realized you were surrounded by everyone. your family and these random avatar people. everyone could read you. you were a ticking time bomb and the only person in control of the trigger was you. one of the avatars took a step forward slowly, but you saw him move and point the gun at him. it didn't stop him from moving, but you heard screams of protest when you pointed the gun at your own head. that's when everyone froze. the avatars. your family. nature. time. eywa. you. everything was frozen.
"babygirl…" the nickname made you snap your neck to the man who was the root of your problems. 
"NO! no, you do not get to call me that. if i can't call you ma sempu, don't bother referring to me as your daughter." you said. your energy was depleted, and you knew you would only be able to stand here for a couple more minutes before you opened your own doors and walked to your great-mother. jake tried to take a step closer to you, which only caused you to tense up and pull on the trigger a little bit. everyone immediately backed up, your mother hissing at you through her tears. "MA ITE, PUT THE GUN DOWN," she screamed at you.
"sa'nok…" you whimpered, not even being able to look her in the eyes. 
"sa'nu… i can't" you sobbed. you could barely breathe and your tears were coming down in waterfalls at this point. you couldn't see anything clearly. your tears had blurred your vision. 
you knew your mom loved you. she and tuk were the only ones in the family who had never uttered a harsh word in your direction. though she was busy taking care of tuk, so it wasn't like you got much attention from them either. but there's no way you would blame her or tuk for that. if anything, you're sorry that you have to leave them, but this world isn't for you. you turned on your heels, looking at the man whose gun you took.
"you are a coward. you should've pulled the goddamn trigger. you're fucking pathetic. are you happy now? now everyone here gets to experience what they've waited so long for." nobody had ever heard you speak to anyone like that. honestly, they couldn't tell if your words were directed at quaritch or yourself. 
you inhaled, looking up at the eclipse, your bioluminescent freckles glowing brighter than they ever had in the nighttime as tears cascaded down your face. 
"goodbye," you said as you squeezed the trigger, hearing a loud bang and tons of screaming. you felt no pain, though. you opened your eyes, not realizing you had closed them, and looked around. you noticed your pistol was stuck in the tree in front of you with an arrow clean through it. you turned to your twin with hate in your eyes. he lowered his bow as he read your expression. 
"now you wanna save me?" your voice was weak but filled with venom. 
"why didn't you save me when you noticed i stopped hanging out with you guys? hm? why didn't you teach me when i was younger? huh? why didn't you talk to me other than when you were chewing my ass out for something that was A FUCKING ACCIDENT, GODAMMIT. WHY?!" you felt like your tears were endless. 
"WHY DIDN'T YOU LOVE ME?! ANSWER ME YOU FUCKERS!! WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?!" you screamed your frustrations at your father and brothers. none of them could look you in your eyes, save for your mother. "you only want to save me because you know how much i don't want to be saved anymore but it's too goddamn late," you said.
you turned to the female avatar who was holding you from before. you noticed her gun earlier and hoped you looked threatening enough for her to use it as you ran in her direction. she didn't know what to do. she didn't know you were a barely trained warrior or that you wouldn't have put a scratch on her. she didn't know you were harmless. all she knew was that you were a native, and the natives were hostile. 
so she pulled her gun out and fired two shots into your chest.
the momentum of the bullet was enough to stop you from running. you felt the searing pain start to blossom in your chest area. falling to your knees, your eyes met the woman who had shot you. you looked at her shirt, reading her name. it was a funny name to you, but you didn't care. she had fulfilled your wish without even knowing it. so you used your last breath to speak.
"thank you, z-dog" you slumped over on your side, as everything started to go slow. your vision was starting to darken, and you let it consume you, not wanting to fight for your life anymore. 
cue the screams and cries from your family and the fleeing steps of the rda soldiers. your chest stopped rising and falling, and your breathing had ceased. your family surrounded your body, trying to stop your bleeding and preserve the life that had already left your body. still, you had been shot twice, and both bullets had exit wounds. it was no use. nearby, na'vi had heard the screams of distress and had called over some hunters and scouts to investigate the scene since they knew the area was near the forbidden old shack.
the hunters and scouts arrived at the scene armed and ready to defend their people, but what they were met with was the last thing they expected to see. the eldest sully daughter was lying on the floor, motionless, with two bullet holes in her chest and her blood sinking into the forest floor. her family leaned over her body, screaming and crying for her to be okay and to return to them. they whispered how sorry they were. they whispered to her how if she came back, they would treat her right, teach her, hang out with her, and love her like they were supposed to. but it's too late.
nobody knew how to react. the eldest sully daughter had died, and nobody but her family knew what had happened. 
“ma ite, oel ngati kameie. i see you. i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry. you don't have to be your brother. being you was just fine." your father cried as he cradled your head. brushing your hair away from your face, getting blood on your cheek since his hands were covered in it. 
neteyam and lo'ak were each holding one of your hands. they cried as they watched their tears pool in your palm and then fall off the edge to drip into the soil below your body. they couldn't believe they treated you like anything less than their sister. they treated you like you were a stranger, a burden to deal with. and now that you were gone, they could not tell you how sorry they were for how they treated you.
neytiri was inconsolable. her firstborn daughter had just died in front of her eyes. willingly. she wanted this. her own daughter wanted to take her life. and she couldn't do anything to stop it. how could she not know? how did you go 18 years hurting in silence? how did she not know you needed to be saved? 
"ma ite. my baby. ma y/n." neytiri's heart shattered when she saw those bullets go through your chest. she cried over your body for what felt like hours, but it was only a few minutes until the male healers came so they could carry you to the healing tents to prepare you for your burial ritual. 
as jake pulled his mate from your body, she started to push against him trying to get him to let go of her so she could return to her daughter. 
eventually, jake lets go, unable to keep his mate from her child. he joined her and just asked the healers to give your family a minute with you. 
they just nodded in understanding, leaving your family to grieve. 
two pairs of footsteps rushed towards the clearing, where the family mourned one of their own. 
kiri and tuk had heard the news and came as fast as they could. tuk screamed, running up to you and curling herself into your chest as she sobbed into your neck. she didn't care if she was getting blood all over herself. you were her older sister, and she didn't even get to say goodbye. she felt nothing but sadness and loss. tuk felt terrible because the last time she had seen you was earlier when you brought her back from the stream because she had sprained your ankle. and now you were lying on the forest floor dead? how did this happen?
"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! SISTER, PLEASE!!" kiri begged you to wake up as she placed herself where her father was earlier. she rested your head in her lap, looking into your lifeless yellow eyes. you were her elder sister. as much as you didn't know, kiri looked up to you. she knew how hard you tried for the family, and though it wasn't your fault that you would mess up a necklace every once and a while, she couldn't help but feel guilty for the words she said to you in those moments. she knew she could've should've been nicer about it. 
when it was finally time for the healers to take your body, once again, neytiri tried to fight against them. this time everyone in the family had to hold her back as the healer walked you away in a leaf big enough to cover your entire body from the eyes of those around you. once you were gone from her view, neytiri fell to the floor again, sobbing into the ground, 
"GREAT MOTHER, WHY?!!" their mother's screams felt like a knife in their hearts. the sully family felt nothing but guilt and grief upon your death. nobody got closure because there is no closure for this kind of thing. they were the reason you wanted to die, and now that you got what you wanted, they had to live with that guilt. 
you were high in being held in eywa's embrace as you cried. looking down on your family. you did not regret your decision, but you just had one question for your deity. 
"did they really love me, great mother." eywa heaved a sigh before answering you. 
"my ite, your mother and youngest sister loved you everyday, they were just very poor at showing it i'm afraid." you nodded your head, asking a follow-up question, 
"what about the others?" you knew by her face that you wouldn't like the answer, but it was too late. the question was asked. and the answer is precisely the reason why you did what you did.
"they loved you just a little bit too late, my child."
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bloobydabloob · 1 month
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Happy Valentine’s Day people, I hope you’re having a great time with your partner (if you have one). My requests are also open, if you want a doodle for Valentine’s Day then hit me up.
Plus plus thank you very much for 100 followers, I appreciate it a lot. I have absolutely zero idea for what movie they’re watching… I vote Chappie because I like it.
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simleez · 12 days
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Moments that made Jake stans (tris) insane....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @bandzboy 🥳
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velvethoon · 5 months
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ᥫ᭡. o-m-g, help me, step bro— i’m stuck!
enhypen as porno cliches— jake & sunghoon ver.
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smut— mdni! en- hyungline x fem!reader. cw: unprotected sex (don’t do that!), established relationship (sunghoon), ironically no stepcest, rough sex, creampie (+eating it 🤤), dry humping, oral (f! & m!receiving), praise, pet names, slight humiliation (?), begging, lowercase intended.
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jake 심 쟁윤 — pizza delivery boy
the sim’s family pizza parlor by bangeun station serves some of the best, most authentic pizza you can found in the city of seoul—but that little treat running their food deliveries for them looks even tastier! the first time you opened the door wearing nothing but a plain t-shirt and lacy, pink panties—did you need any pepper flakes or, uh… jake trailed off when he could see the tips of your nipples poke against your shirt— he thinks all of the anger and pain he had endured because of this dumb job was finally worth it.
you were new to town and needed an effortless and quick dinner to combat your the mental and physical exhaustion from moving boxes all day— meeting the hottest pizza delivery guy ever was a surprise bonus you happily accepted. thank you so much, uh, jake, you smile reading his name tag decorated with little cartoon puppy stickers, your hand nearly flinching when you feel the cold, roughness of his after giving him a twenty.
poor thing, you’re so cold, you coo, sneakily rubbing his hands with yours to create some friction, you should totally come inside— you know if you’re not busy… (there was no need to be coy— jake would’ve happily complied all the same if all you said was come fuck me, now!). his heart shatters and you sigh disappointedly when his phone starts to blast hotline bling and you can hear his mom yelling at him, even from a foot away.
ugh, just kill me now, he laments, giving you an apologetic puppy dog pout as he mouths sorry walking back to his car (you only wink at him, laughing at the tips of his ears turning red to match the baseball cap on his head). you made your mind up right then and there; the next time you saw him, you were going to make sure he couldn’t slip out of your grasp like he did this time.
it’s been a few days since his encounter with you and his feels like he’s going out of his mind— if the address for a new order isn’t yours, he doesn’t want it; every time the bell dings at the front of the restaurant, he rushes to the front counter praying that it’s you (it isn’t); and even at night, his subconscious still orbits nothing but you.
it’s almost nightmarish the way you haunt his thoughts; when his finally brain gets tired of replaying your image over and over again, his eyes flutter shut and he’s off to dreamland— only to encounter you once more.
your soft lips wrapped around his cock as your tongue swirls dangerously around his sensitive tip and your hands lazily pumping the rest of his member. it’s a naughty fantasy that always ends up with him waking up to yet another pitifully cum-stained pair of boxers.
it’s a random tuesday night when a receipt for an extra large sausage pizza, at last with the name he’s been gnawing at his fingernails to read, is handed to jake by his dad—who looks at his son a bit strangely when the younger begins to tear up a bit, murmuring a thankful let’s gaurrr— and suddenly, he’s impatiently pacing in the kitchen begging the pizza to cook faster. he nearly slips as he’s sprinting to the car and he gets stopped at every fucking red light ever— he doesn’t even care; not even death itself could prevent him from delivering this pizza (and this dick) straight to your door.
he knocks the door, not too loud or too many times— after all, how lame would it be to show how eager he is for your pussy?— and when it swings open to reveal you wearing a skimpy pair of athletic shorts and a plain white bralette, jake nearly drops the pizza.
thank you, you’re so quick, jakey, you tease as you turn around to dig around your purse for some cash to tip the boy when you let out a fake gasp— oh no, i couldn’t find any cash for you, hmmm, you tell him with a pout, is there any other way i can show my appreciation?
the pizza is long forgotten as he grips your hips with a bruising touch, roughly slamming his cock into your sloppy cunt— the lewd squelches, his desperate panting, and your whines muffled by jake forcing your face into a throw pillow fill the room obscenely. the knot in his tummy is so close to snapping as he bites down hard on your shoulder while his hand snakes down to roughly grinds the pads of his fingers against your clit.
jake, i-i’m cumming, fuck, mhmm, he fucked you through your orgasm and the sporadic clenching of your walls milked him through his. he kisses your shoulder blade as he slowly begins to pull out, hissing at the overstimulation. nothing but both of your heavy breaths is said until jake notices his semen erotically drip out of you.
so fucking hot, he comments absentmindedly as he gathers the mix of his release and yours onto his fingers before bringing it to his mouth.
honestly, i think i deserve a little more, to make up for last time, right? he smirks, spanking the side of your ass and you whine, clenching around nothing— for now ♡
sunghoon 박 성훈 — yoga instructor
babe, your form is soooo bad, sunghoon complained with an almost pathetically gleeful grin as he pressed his hard-on against your butt while his hands guide your shoulders to straightening your posture. your horny brain is sooooooo much worse, you retort with a scoff, now shooo! i don’t wanna play with you.
he nuzzles his nose into your neck, scattering kitten licks across both the fresh and fading hickeys that he left during the nights before— his arms wrap around your torso, his erection only grinding against you hard than before; please, baby, i tried, i really did, he whispers in your ear, licking the shell slowly, everything you do is just too fucking sexy, makes me wanna fuck you right now.
you huff and turn your ear away from his fangs to keep him from nibbling them, fighting against his arms pulling you tighter to his chest while also battling against your innermost instincts telling you do anything and everything your boyfriend tells you to do with that sultry voice. sunghoon dramatically yells like a big baby before releasing you to return to your original pose on yoga mat— with the corrected posture, of course!
sunghoon makes that dirty little stink face at the back of your head before a wicked idea was conjured in that perverse head of his; while all you see is sunghoon grabbing a yoga mat, which makes you give him a thumbs up before turning back around, sunghoon sees his chance at revenge,,,
not even a minute passes before you turn around again to see sunghoon kneeling behind you with his pants thrown on the floor without a care, grinding his clothed cock mercilessly against your formerly innocent, still rolled up yoga mat. veiny arms flex and pulse as his hands grasp either side of the mat, he grunts and can’t hold back his cocky laugh as he sees you tracing your folds to help relieve some of the pressure pooling there.
thought you didn’t wanna play, princess? he mocks, stupid girl, thinking you could resist the very cock you worship— and the humiliation only makes more arousal drip from your core to soak your panties. he beckoned you to come closer and you immediately obeyed; he ran his index and middle finger between your legs and you whimper softly, wanting nothing more than for sunghoon to make you feel good— but he only licked your arousal off his fingers, rubbing his head against your hip,,, princess, you’re so wet, i know you want me as bad as i want you.
and you cry out: y-yes, please hoon, need something, anything, need your tongue— and he encouragingly caresses your thigh, tugging at the fabric that separates him from the warmth of your skin— good girl, my good girl, take ‘em off, hm? and you obey because you really are his good girl.
sunghoon gives a soft kiss to your clit before licking the expanse of your slit, shallowly teasing you with his tongue only shallowly pumping inside you, shamelessly giving his cock slow and laid-back strokes with his left hand— it’s not long before you push your core closer to his kneeling form and he finally gives you what you want.
sunghoon is pretty typically a clean person, but the way he eats pussy is just so filthy— his tongue madly lapping at your entrance; his middle and index finger reaching so deeply, hitting that spongy corner so good you throw your head back and cum all over his fingers and on his tongue. you gently sit down on the mat next to him and he needily kissed you, putting his fingers in your mouth to share the sweetness of your juices.
such a good girl, he praises while he wipes your saliva onto his thighs, but now it’s my turn ♡
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hoonclub · 1 month
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JAKE ♡ 240202
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wonryllis · 2 months
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( 🗒️ ) ` SITUATIONSHIP TEXTS WITH JUNGWON—
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꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ 𝒏. yang jungwon with fem!reader fluff contact list based on my own texts with a guy frnd ><. in celebration of my baby's 20th bdayyy!!
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taglist. (open) @kangseulgithegreat @s00buwu @luvyev @pockyyasii @nctislifue @ashtxrie @miniature-tragedy @jayujus @brachives @thoughtsmeander2tumblingblindly
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ivystoryweaver · 1 month
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I’ll take one of each
Part 2
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hollis-art · 11 months
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another doodle page to celebrate the fact i finished watching ds9 for the first time i love star trek so much, its so stupidly silly
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 3 months
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Heroes of Millennium (HoM) AU
Act 1: What was left behind. - Part 1 <- Part 2 <- Part 3 <- Part 4 <- Part 5 <- Part 6 (here)
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cringefail-clown · 2 months
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thinking about them again (turnabout au post-scratch jakehal)
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wolvesandvisions · 6 months
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⚠️youre a regular decorated emergency⚠️
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