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@gimmeurtummy @hoeforcheol @priisprii @angel-writes-skz-here @feelbokkie @thepjofanqueen @squiishymeow @yejizinha @tasteleeknow @felixknow @sunniques @dazed--xx @fairyhaos @imfoive @cheeseceli

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PLEASE REPORT THIS DISGUSTING ACCOUNT!!!!!!

I'm not gonna say much other than the fact that what I just found was absolutely disgusting. I found an account called "kingtwicesex" and it was full of close up videos of female idols,the worst part is that the video of Nancy from momoland is also posted on there. If you don't know what the video is ,it was a video taken by a staff backstage when Nancy was bare from the top and was changing to her next outfit,the company quickly took action and idk how the video is still there. I didn't except to see such disgusting videos posted her on Tumblr. Please report the account no idol, whether female or male is supposed to go through this!!!!

Tag your moots and reblog in communities!!!!

Please mooties report and reblog this

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Diary entry day 1.

"Block him bitch."

I know it's wrong, in every way.

We shouldn't keep talking. In fact block list should look inviting but it doesn't.

We're not friends though that's what we call ourselves.

We're not dating though we flirt.

We're not anything. We don't know anything.

He doesn't even respect me enough to text me before eleven at night.

Why do I have to be the first to text and why do I?

Being the first to respond, being the one to carry conversations, being the one to reply in seconds but he gets mad when I go over two?

When within five minutes of talking he asks for "Pics?" But compliments me so I should feel good but I don't. Not really.

Has always being fat made me that hungry for physical attention? That I no longer respect my own self? That I send pictures so he can give me superficial compliments?

Being fat makes you a different kind of invisible. And I've just realized what it feels like for someone to actually think you're "hot" even if they don't mean it, not wholeheartedly, never that.

But I imagine this to be my only chance to experience "this" As a teenager. As an adult. As a nineteen year old who's only constant thought for the past ten years has been to lose weight.

Seeing everyone around have someone. More than friends, talking, situations or more. The envy eats at me.

And I know it's a sin. But it's a tempting and unavoidable one. Envy is cruel.

Because everyday I wake up to nothing. Evening's I check my phone for maybe a reel even? Nothing. But at night? After the clock strikes twelve, he's free.

Though he doesn't care to talk. He cares for pictures and dirty talk. He cares for what I'm wearing not how I'm doing. Even when I ask about his day or try to talk about something normal, why does it come back down to the same?

And sadly, knowing everything. It's so damned hard to pull away. For I know, if I never text first, he won't either. Because I'm only important for an hour or two while he stays on my mind all day.

Rereading texts, thinking about the pictures, thinking about what more, thinking about boundaries and how I hate myself for them.

And you know what's worse, my parents.

My parents, my parents who love me, my parents who support me, my parents who work hard, my parents who are my everything, my parents, my parents.

And I'm out wasting away for him? Him?

"Block him please" written in my own head, every time I look at my parents, at my books, at my best friend for they all would advise the same.

I hate the butterflies in my stomach who think it's more. Why is my gut thinking of what my brain should have an aversion to? Why am I listening to my gut more than my mind?

I want the girl back who didn't know about love nor did she crave for it in such a way. I want myself back when I was content with family, friends, pets, and empathy.

Never did she imagine a boy taking up so much of her comfort, determine so much of her mood and all that from miles away.

We both know it isn't worth and it's not his fault. Not really.

I'm stuck in the honey I spilled myself.

"I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM"

Stop talking to him. Please.

Please stop.

Please.

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Gonna treat his messages like I'm texting on c.ai so to not get attached 🏳

(No, I'm not playing. We're strictly not getting "together")

(Oooh I should write abt this,)

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Did you idol 'detwinkify' or was he just a literal growing teen who was overworked and underfed before getting enough fame to actually do something about it?

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Saw Supernatural is older than me and I've been thirsting over Jensen Ackles for like 2 months now. He's exactly my mom's age.

Tbf, not really surprised.

I should stop.

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So... Apparently... Um... D*ddy got off... Yk?... Apparently having evidence (video & audio)... Is NOT ENOUGH...

The court just didn't "believe" her.

Smthg I say a lot, want judges and the 🍇ists they let go to live together permanently away from society.

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Btw, it was Wonwoo.

Mutual Friends

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New oneshot?? 👀👀

Guess the Svt member~

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I don't need to speak,

Drunk on your pussy

Pairing: Han jisung × fem!Reader

Genre : smut (drabble)

Summary:You visit Jisung mid-tour, and the moment you’re alone in his hotel room, he’s on his knees — needy, whiny, and starving for you.

Jisung was already on his knees, face between your thighs like that’s where he was meant to be.

“Please,” he breathed, voice wrecked from the start. “Please let me eat it, baby. Please. I can’t..I need it.”

His hands trembled as they gripped your thighs, eyes flicking up to you like you held the sun between your legs. And to him, maybe you did. His cheeks were flushed, lips parted, breath shaky not from nervousness, but from sheer need. Like he couldn’t breathe until he got a taste of you.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he whispered, almost pitiful. “Your taste...your moans—let me be good, please, let me be your good boy.”he said whining .

Your panties were already soaked, clinging to you, and he whined when you slid them off. His mouth fell open, and he looked hypnotized. Like your pussy was holy. Like he wanted to pray.

He didn’t wait for a second more. He dove in like a man starved, like you were water in a desert. His tongue slid through your folds with a filthy, wet sound, and the second he moaned—loud, broken, needy you felt it vibrate through your whole body.

“F-fuck-so good, you taste so good, baby,” he gasped, tongue dragging up to your clit before latching on like he was trying to suck your soul out through it. “I missed this,missed your pussy...wanna live down here, please-”

You gripped his hair, tugging it tight, and he whimpered. Eyes fluttering, rutting his hips down into the bed like he was trying to hump the mattress just to cope.

Your voice turned low. “Are you humping the sheets while eating me out?”

He looked up, flushed and breathless, eyes glazed with need.“I’m sorry,” he murmured, voice low. “I didn’t mean to… I just needed to feel you. Can I keep going?”

You nodded.Your thighs trembled around his head as he buried himself back in, tongue circling your clit, nose pressed against you like he couldn’t get close enough. His moans were constant, every lick punctuated by some form of “so good,” “so sweet,” “fuck, I love this” like he wasn’t even thinking anymore, just running on pure instinct.

He was sloppy. Lips wet, chin shining with slick, eyes watering from how hard he was trying not to rut himself over the edge. Your hips bucked and he groaned, holding you down like he needed you to stay right there.

“Cum for me,” he begged, voice cracking. “Please-please cum on my face, I want it so bad..I want it so bad, baby...fuck, give it to me..make me your mess-”

You were so close. That voice, that tongue, those goddamn pleas it was overwhelming. His voice got higher, desperate, babbling through mouthfuls of you.

“Please… want to feel you fall apart on my tongue,” he murmured, voice shaking. “Let me have it...wanna make you feel good.”

And when it hit...when your orgasm rushed through your body, thighs clenching tight around his head Jisung cried out, actually moaning like he had cum from just your taste. His hips jerked, grinding into the bed uncontrollably, and he didn’t stop licking even as you trembled, overstimulated and gasping.

You had to tug his hair to pull him back, and he looked wrecked.

Flushed. Panting. Face soaked. Lips swollen.And smiling, eyes hazy and blissed out.

“You’re…” he exhaled, like he was dizzy. “You’re heaven. I swear.”

A/n :I know this one short and messy, but I couldn’t resist giving in to the idea of subby Jisung after watching that one clip of jisung whining;)

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Is it a kpop group or is it a group of friends who never gave up on their dreams?

Whenever you feel like giving up remember Rm wouldn't. And pick those who count on you, those that root for you. Pick the group.

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The Brothers Grimm, granted we should've given the job to Brothers Happy.

- my wittle sis.

I died laughing so yeah.

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My house kinda caught on fire 😓😓

All good though, mom came home.

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C.ai's "Can I ask you something?" is Chai's "Let me ask you something,"

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I may not say 'I love you' but you're a part of every fake scenario I imagine.

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Rereading my texts with my crush as if we don't only talk about academics during exams??

Like, he decided to text 𝘮𝘦??

He wants 𝘮𝘺 notes??

Dang..

Anyway, failing this semester 🤓😓

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Met a "They get paid for that." guy and didn't have a good response 😔.

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Won't be able to relate to 18 by 1D in exactly 5 days. Devastated.

(should I pathetically ask for a kiss from a friend and completely ruin my friendship for a 0.1% chance he'll say yes?)