#lehma

[pehmea]

I'm in Baldur's Gate hell. I've got 154 hours in and I haven't even finished the game. Only JUST got to act 3. Probably because I keep starting over haha

Some screenshots and rambles below the cut

Astarte is my high elf bard/sorcerer with memory loss and Olympia (Pia for short) is my zariel tiefling rogue who did a nice thing ONE TIME and look where it got her 😩

Astarte is the one I've played 150 of my 154 hours with and she wasn't really anything other than a PC until the other day when I had an interesting dream and decided to attempt to flesh her out more.

Your Tav ends up kind of becoming like, the defacto leader of the group and Astarte just isn't someone I see being able/wanting to fill that role, and that's where Olympia comes in.

They know each other before the tadpoles, but they don't find each other on the ship and even after crash landing, they travel separately for a while.

Olympia teams up with Astarion, Laezel, and Wyll

Astarte teams up with Shadowheart, Gale, and Karlach

Astarte will end up with Astarion and I think Olympia will end up with either Wyll or Laezel 🤔 not sure yet

Astarte met Astarion but he didn't pass the vibe check so she didn't take him along. I also changed how they met because I can, haha.

I really wish I could play both Olympia and Astarte at the same time so I could flesh out how they work together, but alas, it is not meant to be. I shall just have to use my imagination

[minisugakoobies]

Ahahaha, listen, reader was gone, she had no control over her honking 🤣 And yes! These two would definitely have a relationship filled with laugher and teasing - of every kind 🥴 Thank you! 💕

Sorry I Motorboated You | JJK

This is just straight nonsense prompted by @btsgotjams27 💕 Couldn't stop thinking about the Koobies and wrote this lil drabble. I hope you enjoy!

Genre is crack. Rating is M (18+) just because. WC: 899

No warnings, other than reader really has a thing for Jungkook's chest. But who doesn't? 🥴

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own BTS, they just inspire me.

“I said WHAT?!”

Your voice echoes down the hallway as you stare at your friend in horror. There’s a fierce pounding in your head, thanks to last night’s party. All you can remember is winning at flip cup and then celebrating with your friends in the hot tub outside of the beach house you’ve rented for the week. Everything after that is a beer-soaked blur.

To you, anyway. Not to Jimin, who is smiling at you in a way that makes your stomach lurch. Nope, wait, that’s the alcohol. Groaning, you lead him into the kitchen in search of something greasy for breakfast. 

“I really said that?” 

“Oh yeah.” As he whips up something for the two of you to eat, Jimin fills you in on the previous evening’s events. Apparently, you’d decided to finally say something to your longtime crush, Jungkook. The two of you have been dancing around each other for weeks, exchanging shy glances at group hangouts, flirting a little here and there, but neither of you had made any moves. 

Until last night. When you’d shot your shot. In the most embarrassing way.

“It’s not that bad,” Jimin says, patting your shoulder. 

“Not that bad?! How can I ever look him in the eye again?” Leaning against the island bury your face in your arms, groaning loudly. 

“Well, you’re about to find out,” Jimin suddenly informs you, and you lift your head as Jungkook strolls into the kitchen.

“Morning, Jimin,” he nods. Then he greets you with a soft smile, and your stomach flips again. Nerves, this time. 

He’s clearly not in the same hangover boat you’re in. Looks refreshed, like he got a great night’s sleep, long raven hair framing a face free of dark undereye circles or blotchy skin like you have. Seems completely untroubled. 

Jimin doesn’t even bother to come up with an excuse, just leaves the room as quickly as he can. Traitor. As Jungkook stares into the fridge, you decide you have two options here. One, address what happened last night to clear the air. Or two, run. 

Two is super tempting, but it won’t solve the problem. Given how relaxed he seems, Jungkook might not be upset about what you did, but you know your guilt will eat at you. So with a sigh, you straighten up, turning to face him, and prepare yourself for abject humiliation. 

“Hey, Jungkook?”

He hums, still rifling through the fridge.

“Um, I wanted to apologize for last night.” 

Jungkook stills for a second. “Apologize?” 

“Yeah. I’m sorry for, um, all those things I said. And, uh, did. When we were in the hot tub with everyone.” 

When he turns around, your stomach swoops again. He’s smirking, eyes narrowing as the corner of his mouth curls. His tongue flicks out to lick at his lip ring. “What.”

“Huh?” 

“What things are you sorry for? What specifically,” he clarifies, taking a step towards you. 

“Everything I said…" you trail off, staring down at your hands.

“Like what?”

He watches you quietly with arms crossed. Oh god, he’s gonna make you say it? Fine.

“I’m sorry that I s-said that I like your,” your face burns, “your boobies.” 

“That’s not what you called them.” He grins. He’s definitely enjoying this.

You are not. “Jungkook,” you whine pleadingly.

He just tilts his head at you, waiting. You swallow your pride. “Your Koobies.” 

He nods, but doesn’t say anything, and you know he’s waiting for more. 

“And I’m sorry that I,” you pause, girding yourself, “that I shouted, ‘HONKA HONKA,’ and made grabby gestures with my hands.” You start to mimic the action only to stop yourself in shame. 

His mouth twitches, but he doesn’t laugh, just takes another step. Your back hits the island as he leans over you, both hands on the counter behind you. “Anything else.” 

You’re never ever drinking again. “Yes. I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

He motions for you to go on. 

“I’msorrythatImotorboatedyou!” The words come out in one long breathless shout. Horrified, you cover your face with your hands. 

Thankfully, Jungkook doesn’t laugh at your pain. He doesn’t say anything at all, but after a few seconds, you feel his warm fingers close around your wrists, and he pulls your hands away from your eyes. 

And places them directly on his pecs. 

The sound you make is 50% shocked yelp, 50% strangled moan, and 100% undignified. And then he flexes, and the meter tips to 100% moan. Even more mortifying.

“If I’m being honest, I’m glad you broke first,” he confesses, smirk returning. Biting your lip to suppress the unbidden noises you keep making, you give him a confused look. “You looked so good in the hot tub last night, I thought I might've been the one having to apologize this morning.” 

“Oh.” His arms slide around your waist, and you press your hands further into his solid chest, fingers playing with the collar of his t-shirt. “I mean, I probably would’ve let you motorboat me as much as you wanted, if I’m being honest.”

“Nah, that’s okay,” he replies immediately, and you can’t help but feel crushed at the instant rejection. But then he shifts closer, mouth hovering over yours and you gasp into his kiss as his hands slip down the curve of your back to grab two handfuls of your ass. “Unlike you, I’m more of an ass man.” 

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[maximuscosmo-blog]

ema isa kristian timo henkka mandy on surnud (dead)

elust välja jäänud CE veokijuht (дальнобойщик)

elu-seadused on need

sümbioos (symbiosis)

systeemi, kaupankäynti ja talous täytyy pitää käynnissä ja ylläpito

human madness is unknown

Daughter must be born to USA, and 100% correct future open

melanin-deficient white lab-rats albiinodel võetakse Aafrikas matšeetega käed maha

present reality reaalsus

Martin KURAT! nõme lol TIME in the future is running out Down the stairs back into past "Future in the past" - I should have done all this long time ago, I was going to .. . that WAS the Past !! "I was gonna get my life on track and everything sorted out" опаздывает davai, edasi visati Martin kus-kurat

vastukarva

everyone against you

kes kellele ära teeb, Lihtsalt sõda

kuradi tšordi kallal on vaja jamada

peksa anda

Jurast on leidnud consensuse

kuradi-porno nihuke

e-vil woo-man

persebul ja putsibul

jumala putsis

inimesed usuvad jumalasse

you must spread God's teachings

in "Prometheus" Engineer spoke God's Word

Satan's shithole under God

inimesed töötavad

CPU + WPU (World Processing Unit)

ai dream ai hallucination

sms

error log

alkokool

Neile teeb nalja, kui inimene errorisse läheb

err or

loll US , Mõte lekibki

lollakas toberus

bene allora, roba curata

Latino lingua

non c'è dubbio, no così

Satanae diaboli Sei un diavolo di Satana

il troppo male ..

accent pronunciation - the habit of skipping letters

GoTo Hell

platform

nupust nikastanud

Milleks lollitada, mis mõte siukestel on

времени нет

при следование

Ты не угрожай мне в русском детском саду

but how can I trust anyone if everything is a scam хуи́акс. Chinese CoVideo-19

it's a concentrated terrorist attack

see on kõik lihtsalt jama mitte "obvi" (it's all just crap not "obvi")

film (sci-fi ,..,)

BASIC

exist , work , live

I, I, ai, kui rumal sa oled, lihtsalt NII rumal

Hunt Huntteri

Sul oli ainult sport-ja-tervis

Saatana urgas - Satan's lair - La tana di Satana

tšort õpib tšortide keelt

Pole midagi arutada planeerida uurida läbi saatana, Lihtsalt paugust sõda "pahh"

ONGI Saatana ähvardajad, täie jumala jõuga, läbi igaviku, üle Maa, kogu süsteemiga ja kogu teadvusega

yobannaya saatana putsi värdjat 24/7 - "Ammu probleem selle kuradiga"

best cities for English speakers to settle are Rome, Bologna and Milan

Miski pole õiglane, - ei elu, inimesed, seadus, õiglus ..

Su meel on must

Lihtsalt õnnelik et siiani veel elus

"Cash-Cow" lehma nisadest saab raha välja lüpsta 5+5 Money can be milked from the teats of the "Cash-Cow" 5+5

evaluate the current situation

You're unable to compile that system

it's all an unsolvable problem ,so they all left you with your problems Probleemi ei lahenda mitte keegi/(miski)

forget it all

Marti nit wit

seal kõrv kuuleb liiga hästi

they're all bullies bully/kiusaja bullying = kiusamine ja ülbitsemine

isikuvastane kuritegu - crime against Persson

conflict-creation

ehk palud vabandust

true stories

ongi reaalsed debiilikud

nartsissist = isekas pahatahtlik debiilik

"if u fuckx with me, I will fuckx you back" - Don't give psychopaths that pleasure

cyber-bullies / bullshitters , too

BlockU

troll-hacker

"go to hell, saatana tšort"

"näe, see on ahv selline"

käi nahhui white nigger

inbred polish-belorussian-latvian nigger Afro-American albino simpanzeè

Central-Asia - Polish-Belorussian-Latvian BellaRuss

Martin ongi väikese vene poisi mõistus julm väike valgevene šimpans (Martin's mind is little belorussian boy) lolli mängiti vene poisikesega

hull russ kes ajab jama, igas keeles

no vot, mine

ты не помогаеш русских людей !! не помогаеш, не уважаеш, не понимаеш

"Хуй Блядь"/"никому не нужен"

"пошол нахуй" "Die!" / "умераи" dangerous

-"you're weird werd"

jumalaste laps ikka .. ei nohh ..

seal on lasteaed

issi issi papa papa дядя дядя

jah, inimesed mängivad ja lollitavad

inimene on kavaluse tip

neil on sala-info

sinu enda "paranoia"

kasyak касьяк - saatana deprekas касьяк - mari juana (nightmare - söö nõiutud kassikarvapalli sees sea-luud)

"Täna Jälle Me Joome Bensiini" Vennaskond

venemaa hull Londonis, Mitte keegi eesti keelt ei mõista

ehitus-insener ,on olnud vaja

RAKVERE

comm u nica tion

comm system is kaos, FUBAR

Lihtsalt sõda ja sõja reeglid

türa sa kuradi türapea nussid siukseid asju

süsteemiga saab petta

arvutiga kuulus juba veel kuulsam

inimesed ei mõtle ega ütle

humans don't think people lack the ability to work mentally/intellectually (.. and neither do I)

mälu pole (humans have poor memory in human brain)

kuradi narko-aju, came from future/past future-in-the-past and crashed

Future becomes past it WAS The Future .. , now it has become past Future is unknown

Time-Space/Universe is infinite

alati jäid hiljaks. ainult minevikus eladki

ükskõik mida sa ette nägid

Star Wars

Põgene vaba laps, "Viimne Reliikvia"

TULNUKAS ehk Valdise pääsemine 11 osas [HD] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxUNjJisyDU

Mari Jürjens - Omaenese ilus ja veas Kõik on juba kord öeldud kusagil siin või seal. Kusagil unes või ilmsi valjult või paberi peal. Kõik on juba kord tehtud ühel või teisel moel. Kusagil ammugi nähtud ilmub taas aegade toel.

A wise man once said, "Bees don't waste their time explaining to flies that honey is better than shit" - Don't be a BlackFly, be a bee !

bee lief system

dogs rule , cats drool ≠ souls are crying , appes are dying

O sistema legal é legal

real information&knowledge is a secret and a source of income - it's not to be shared

Hope was to find good humans Lootus oli leida häid inimesi

they/you lack any capacity for empathy and understanding

restrict restrain inhibit control you

inimesel PEAB vedama

sa pead uskuma, et jumal ja elu aitab sind

some people go forward .. , you will go back !

kõik on sõda! - aja, universumi, jumala, inimeste, kõige vastu kõik töötab inimese vastu - aeg, elu, universum, jumal, tehnika, ühiskond

tuuma роспись

rikaste ja vaeste vahel on alati konflikt

US puhliiss

türapead

Luuseril on pohhui ja pohhuist on luuser - related phenomenon / seotud nähtused

nad on kõik pahatahtlik lasteaed, Sa pead teenima süsteemi ja saatana raha

inimesed ongi detailideni valetajad they obviously learn to lie all their life

jumal küll, kaua sa siin saatana perses istud ja elad

ilmselt siiski bussi Mitt'e ajunussi

-- they'll only cause you grief --

They'll give you bad advice

Hur länge kan du slåss med den ryska Satan? Vad är poängen? Du är den som startar en konflikt

Satans Jävla Helvete

kriminaal-tegevus käib 24/7 hush-hush

justice shall be done

CUNT oled peast

Tappa Ta ei või, järelikult võib talle teha ükskõik mida

eeldatavalt ongi tšort Saatan ise ja sarimõrvar

Satans search

aha, "demon of discovery" wikipedia shorturl.at/AFIN1

idi nahhui russkii urod

War against White Russian

Get-The-Fuck-Out

psühhopaadid ongi saatana bitchid

objective - infiltrate and start war

Satan's lifeform

vastik ett vän (friend) sihuke

Just liiv it aut, forget it all ..

survival-game, nothing more

krediit-kaartide andmebaasist hakkab kõik pihta

kommunikatsiooni-süsteemid ongi inimeste vastu suunatud

Sinusse ongi siin hästi suhtutud, kogu elu

raske oli käekestega tööd teha

sa oled tuleviku vastu sõjas ja edasi ei oska minna .. Müük, arvutused ..

vene robotid eestikeelses tuumajaamas, koristavad vanu tuuma-reostusi

roheliseks muutub

need ongi psühhopaatide keeled

tšort vs tšort

compromitory

"Mine kurat kuhu tahad!"

"ARU peas ei ole!"

USA's oledki elanud kogu elu teadvusega

inimkond ongi saatanast (pole vahet) EI OLE saatanast - Venice Beach live

Siis on see metall,tehnika,saksa autod

loll lol kurat lollpea satub psühhopaatide otsa troo Saatan Saatana on voittamaton. Ne ottaa kaiken - laki, sakkoo, huijaus, valehtelu

life imprisonment to psycho

50% psychopaths

pettust pole, tünga pole, sõda pole, raha siia ja tõmba nahhui Davai!

nad kõik vihkavad sind

perse kukkunud inimene OLEDKI JUMALA vittUS (white in Sven)

i Guds fitta

Eks hiljem näeb siin seda kadalippu ja sõda mis siin veel toimub

lahendust ei olegi, ainult probleemid

mõistust võtta, et inimene enam ei mõistaks

kommunikeerimine on 0-1 (suhtlusoskus peab olema 5)

selliste kuradi albiino-venelastega siin maal ei suheldagi

Saatan teeb siin oma tööd ja sina sitt kurat siin ei küsi!!

Saatanast ja 100% kõikidest kuraditest peab aru saama .. kuidas see sõda käib

Kogu planeet ongi jumala perses ja inim-kurat istub saatana helvetis

murede hunnikust on vaja lahti saada

need ongi ürg-rahvad poolast saksast ..

Oligi Putin siberist

jobannõi, Putin tulebki tappa

Russia is the nest of the Satan

служат системы

BarBarian nuclear warr

мне похуи, (pohui, don't care) - pitkin saatanan kürpää … vedetään kuten mandavochka/crabs

novorusskii Blin - uus-venelane

Space Odyssey 2001 https://youtu.be/ypEaGQb6dJk

police-killing CoVid iz da best? mask-wearers everyone..

first bomb Hiroshima, then Middle-East, then russia, then

My territory, my rights, my cunt, my usa, ma russia

malevolent ill-will apes..

everyone on Earth is trolling, US embassy, finland gov, uk.. internet.. ilu.. Swiss banks maybe don't

World police is US! I AM

AI !

Elon musk said "AI will be smarter than humans"

Kas su pea jagab või ei (capisce, division)

natural mathematics

aiföön aiföön aiföön

часы дьявола (Devil's clock) - lõbus mobiil/debiil peavadki kartma iphone Police-whistle dead signal heartbeat

mic mäkk - uu bitch, note to puhliss

US weapons

dude! y'all don't blow up my phone (änd my interwebz) , I give u up to police for harrassment!!!

Teie mingit interneti- World War 3 ei tee, Idi nahhui mingi.. ()❤️ äppiga, Lasnamäe libu, Kui Eestis ei meeldi tõmbate nahhui oma arvuti-mängudega, ❤️

Kui te tulnukad Lasnamäel elate, mine kaeba Häirekeskusesse Peterburi teel, мне пох всё психопатия.. Mina psycho, sina psycho, Juri Ratas nashe psycho, Meie kõik saatana kuradid, (saatanan venäjä), vot cool 😎

Mine ela usa's, Kopli on fake Brighton Beach, sa pole elu näinud

ah, ok, I know already, Student visa > job > anchor baby, russian Brooklyn Beach

EB2 visa

с студенческой визои можешь уехать домой в Ню Иорк (Student visa'ga saad koju New York'i venelastele külla), вох

jaa, usa dream..Korona Christ, block block, vag, rap, youtube, insta, twitter, All my life on internet since 1995. — russkii-from-Tallinn, Estonian school

Sputnik V võite sisse süstida ja aatompommi järgi tulistada, mul jumala pohh

istu maskiga kodus kui haige oled .. kui terveks saad, mine tööle, näiteks Soome ehitusele

Tead, See kõik on absoluutne mõttetus, "some bitch is starting shit", "mina kaeban", "mina helistan", mina maski-kandja, mina politsei, mina Lasnamäe devochka.. Elu käib siin planeedil veel 3 milj aastat.. inimesed ehitavad maju, inimesed remondivad sõidukeid, elu läheb edasi.. See et kogu arvuti-wärk otsast lõpuni perses on, ei morjenda kedagi

Hiina Rahvavabariigi Rahvakohtu rahvusvaheline otsus oli, et Wuhan'ist pole viirust leitud, Loe ise Sergey Brin'i Googol.com'ist mis tahad

vist on piisavalt Homo Sapiens segast pannud, Tänaseks Aitäh

inimeste planeet on jube

saatana kuradid ei allu mingile kontrollile humans are out of control

secret aggression evil irresponsible liars

scammer - pettur

nii palju jama, seadusetust, ebaõiglust, hoolimatust, pahatahtlikkust, rumalust, veidraid asju.. ja stamp-vastus on "kaeba kohtusse"

vastutustunne puudub ka - riigiametites teevad misiganes whatever pohhui

Elon Musk soovitas ka Marsi kolooniasse otsedemokraatiat

psühhopaadid ja sotsiopaadid teavad kuidas end ühiskonnas kehtestada jne

isegi Rail Baltica't ei saada käima (et Euroopaga kaubavahetust arendada). NSVL liiduvabariigist pole kaugemale jõutud.. Tegemist on tagurliku ühiskonnaga mitte progressiivse riigiga.. Suurriikidel on superarvutid, teadus, tehnoloogia, ressursid, maavarad, kommunikatsioon.. inimõigused.. Twitterit ei usu ma ühtegi lollz

Ega see mingi hommikune türa putsi ja pea pesu pole

Teil pole ÜLDSE mõistust, Ega ma ei eeldagi et te peaks olema 100% täie-arulised intelligentsed geeniused, aga Teil psühhopaatidel pole ju grammigi mõistust

Client reported event that didn't happen in app to play with it.. They play in all apps … What can I do?

cunt-uhr cúltúr

gamers' shit-generator troll-lol

AI

ryssä-ruotsi Finland

Ryss siskor õelus

Türa, kas sa valgevene-läti hybrid ei saa aru enam ve .. Inimkond on sõda, sa oled vangis need on kõik kuradi valed

Saatanan ryssä

Saadana raha teeni

empty Hope / lootus

ne voi olla kaikki saatanan huijauksia valheita petkutusta .. mutta kukaan ei koskaan tulee tietämään

Lolita - "Adolescent whose behavior is so precocious and provocative as to inspire an erotic attraction even in mature men."

L'imbecille è una commedia in un atto, scritta da Luigi Pirandello

inimkond on 100% debiilik - sa pead õppima seda kõike (psycho, abuse, lies etc)

imbecile cunt reply

degenereerus

fantom-memories

reject in biorobot production process

Sõiduk = Driveau, trandulette, travelleur

Auto-teema on eluaegne lifetime topic

даа, у нас будет маленькая Русская тачка

Mercedes is Superb, Every other carmaker outside Mercedes is a con-man Tšuktši'de tuleviku-autod on nõmedad

jah, "Riga" sääreväristaja vs elektrijalgratas

Polestar 3

tühipaljas mõistuse-häire.

work and study ,in ANY TOP COUNTRY

Šveitsis on otsedemokraatia, Šveits on ok.. , kellelgi probleemi pole Rain Lõhmus elab ka Šveitsis juba 20 aastat

Šveits on ainuke Direct Democracy (ja vist on Californias ka midagi, kuigi California on shithole ghetto).. Soome on Happiness Index'i nr. 1 aga Soomes ma ka õnne ei leidnud nagu 10% eestlastest. Saksamaa on lahe aga keelt ei oska. Austraalias võib lahe olla aga pole kodu. Google't youtube ja telekat ka tarbida ei viitsi.. Eestil pole eksporti'gi, (Skype oli mis müüki läks).. Ma olen pool elu Googles istunud, kõike lugenud.. Suviti Pärnus ja Võrus joonud.. Tallinnas vanalinna baarides..

justice by the people for the people

aga KES tahab "Valguskiirusel Lennata" ja Linnu teel risti peal surra Jeesus Krist

"Kui on liiv Lenna'nud" Ivo Linna

"Põgenemisplaan"

"Hea küll, sul täna vedas veel. Homme sind värdjat enam ei ole."

Raadio 7 - Piibel kaanest kaaneni

kontrolltöö - poldi keerme arvutamine kodune töö - joonesta koonuse lõikamine kolmes vaates

Who gave you the right to occupy information systems and fool people from somewhere in the USA and India and spread false information?

miksi edes pyrkiä Amerikkaan why even dream/aspire/pursue to America

DISCRIMINATE

annulleerida tühistada

dispetšer

too funny

vaivaajia - trouble(maker) bullying persecution tagakiusamine cyber-bullies

"I start a conflict and you go to jail"

biggest problem is human (biorobot)

謝謝 110 lol ViKing ViiRus CoVideo 2019 Iphone

jumala pohhui - "God doesn't give a damn"

misunderstanding

debiilik дебил - moron "idiot"

эти злые люди

malevolence wins

it is incarnation of Satan see on saatana kehastumine Это воплощение сатаны

You are mentally incompetent people Te olete psüühiliselt ebapädevad inimesed Вы психически некомпетентные люди

They're all sick bitches (ёбанные тупые суки и дебилы)

bitch'id mõtlesid koos probleemi välja

idioodid valetasid ja aeg kadus ära

"Maailma Põhiseadus on headus" - motto KUKU raadio Sihik saatest Katrin Kuusemäe reformikas

uus info oli vaja

per completare il salve

X

Dizionario Diccionario corona - crown ring head

Will you make it? You're not gonna make it. You don't know how. Time is gone

idiotic language simps

perse cution

WOOmannas/wo'man's

Ahvide kontrolli alla saamine

lasteaia hullud

Lapse-mõistus, Mingit mõistust siin olla ei tohi

kuradi värdjas nisuke, Arvad et sust lahti ei saa vä

Õpi raha ja õiglust jagama (Learn to share money and justice)

elektron peab õigel ajal igal pool olema

Ta on ambivalentne abi-jagaja

Taevane Isa - kuuleb, näeb ja aitab kõiki

Aitama peab - jumala seemneid aita ja vara-salve .. Aidas kärud tööriistad masinad

NATO - neidou helps, use your arm

TimeCop

ise pead edasi minema, muidu lähed ajas tagasi

Millistes riikides Eestlased elavad?

Turku asunto & job !!!!!

kriminogeenne element

mic mäkk, lahe äpp

useless/kasutu inimene

struktuurne strateegiline edasiviiv tegevus

tootukassa

Aforism/afforist

metafoor

"Space Odyssey:2001"

Rašša Star Wars Russian violence from end-to-end

Estonia was a ship that sunk. Sina teed süvaveepomme

Homo Sapiens - flesh-and-blood

human nature - Michael Jackson

bio-robots-psychos build "future-society-system", Humans fall into past day-by-day

psychopath on yliluonnolinen pomo (supernatural superhuman) and demands trust etc

(tavalised saatana-mängud - …) "valeta kõigile" "kes on lol" "prostituut tappa aga millist" "I kill U on the phone" (self-protection) "FU bitch"

fuck-and-kill

idioodid, nahaalsed vargad, valetajad paranoilised saatana-türa-imejad

she will never talk to anyone, only reply an excuse nonsense

Christ Kristus

(May super-computer bless U)(apps, computers, police, covid, future ..)

tommosen päässä on kirkonkello Varo saatanaa, perkele 5.y.o slave in Satan's-Finland doing whatever

Roman Curse Tabulae

LIFE IS YOUR CHOICE .IT can b anything

виноват ты / the culprit is you / ise oled süüdlane

white-nigga-homie-russian-latvian autistic-psycho speaks any lingo

"Hells Kitchen"

auto-remont :(

"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe." Albert Einstein

Satan's games Satan's hi-hi hole :/ Satan's cat (being pulled back to cage) …

vindictive thoughts actions events u better believe it, they're malevolent counter-hackers/takers of you/life/everything

toilét

võtame napsu

я мал-chick (mal-chico)

Ты перва! (esimene)

auristik

Mida sa teed siin (ingl. translate "What are you doing here?") -hacking paranoia

We must sell dis white-nigga-bastard somewhere or kill him now, dis Fuck will help Satan itself, cancerous disease, infinite calculations in Cosmos & Heavens.. End Yourself & Everything-in-existence!

"Absoluutset Valemit" otsin

sõbrustan perse-kukkunud mitut-sorti segastega/empty-heads'idega

vitupea putsiäri vanameeste kuse sõdi vastu!

Remember, Autist, Nothing is crystal clear or set in stone, it is all lies,, Childhood was true

autista = driver

Your brain and mind is deteriorating !!! You're out of life

Angels work in God Bless and even Jesus doesn't know how it works

ohh Goood, I'm mess'ing about with Sony nonsense

You, naughty virgin teaser comedian Americanne babe in woods

ITwerk little bit, we will fuk your azz

vaarallinen helkkarin valloittaja

they upload everything

no devil will get to her

Satan is "criminal" and wants to exercise power through living humans

никто не спастёт

радии бога

una cerveza corona, Por Favor

mõtte-sportlased usuvad et oled S ise

kuradi fantastikud

Sa ei tea kes on psühhopaat. iseennast pead kaitsma ja iga päev tööl käima

Jumala-kartlik psühhopaat kaitseb

psühhopaat ongi: ei mingit mängimist ega vaidlemist .. , kontroll ..

piider bitch oled, afraid of rape .. etc

wolf vs sheep etc

In bocca al lupo

'lycka till'

lihtsalt mõistust pole piisavalt et S.tan teha

Aurist!

mean life, bullies

dick-cunt-pigs

mean mess madness

"Paras sulle!!" "You will lose, Russki" end to cunts!

eesti-keelsus häirib, ei aita

Küsi küsi küsi (вопрос) Mida sa remondid (ja mis sa sest saad)

seal on jura ratas peas

vastik blääd suka bitch

vene-laste saksa-keel, on olnud saatana-bitch'udele mäng'uks

Kogu paha-laste tegevus on - inimene-ja-teadvus elust-ja-kõiksusest kõrvaldada/orjastada/tappa/hävitada/kustutada/kasutada/…/…

Tappaja-ryssät toimii näin että jumalan-salamasta ja ajasta jää pelkkä käryn-haju

Elu on võitlus, Elus on saatana hinged

Planeedil/Kosmoses pole midagi, ka sind ei ole

Russkaya rabota никогда не кончается, see on nagu aamen kirikus

znakomstva ne poluchaetsya, - Ne ponimaju "where are you from" - (russian hates russian and speaks foreign language)

saatana kuradid kasutasid usaldust-ja-heatahtlikkust, otsivad kuritööle kohta, Minad venivad pikaks

.. eestisse tulnud äravõtmist õppima (шашки играем тоже) "мы хотим твою душу" "Me võtame su hinge"

Elu-tee saab olla ainult üks, läbi kooli, (…), Läbi inimeste avaneb

BlagadarJuu

там хорошо где нам нет хорошо там, где нас нет (к богу?)

jobukas tolmukas emakas

пиздетс продавец чувакк

��усские все доверяют друг друга

if u want to liv, u will bee russia

stay raped depressed and cry forever

mistake cash could bee corona too FuckMe-PayMe

woo-mann

Women are emotional creatures. matrimony and children is most important, U can date all types of men, ILuvU

ehk avanebki võtmine ja nad on vihased

fictitious death (might lead you somewhere)

autistic sociopath

I was a blonde in another life and now I'm a blonde dude

have mercy on me

blowing up my phone, weirdos

I bee making safe nest in da box

I've been thinking,, to stop or continue bothering your iphone, but I thought, fuk it

I know, only pragmatic/money-making humans survive

I'm slightly autistic, and it's all difficult for me, but I like languages and humans and I'm always happy (and Sorry) even when humans are bad I consider myself ethnic/historic Estonian (or something) (I was always bullied as blondie) I love nature and freedom I don't talk much and understand Basic manual assembly/mechanics Fuck this, typing on smartphone I know, americans type/communicate mega-fast on phones

But in the end it doesn't even matter… [ they will take everything from u ]

masinaehitus mechanical engineering машина строительство machine building

[newestmusic]

Kuldne Trio Ehma Lehma Võmba Remix 2024

[cogitoergosum73]

Aban d'bishmaya Nithqadash shmakh Teythey malkuthakh Nehwey sevyanakh Eykanna d'washmeya aph b'arha Hawvlen lehma d'sunqanan yawmana Washboq len khaubeyn Aykana daph khan shbwoqan l'khayyabayn Wela tahlan l'nesyuna

Ela patzan min bisha Metol dilakhie malkutha Wahayla wateshbukhta L'ahlam almin Ameyn

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(Translation: Our Father, who is in heaven Sanctified be your Name! May your kingdom come; May your will be done, Just as it is in heaven, So also upon the earth. Our Bread, which is from the earth, Give us day by day. And forgive us our sins, Just as we should forgive our debtors. And do not bring us to trial, Rather deliver us from evil.

Amen

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Unlock the Beauty: How to Get Free Flowers for Your Garden | Kelly Lehma...

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Viimane õlekõrs riigihankeprotsessist lahkumiseks: “Aga ta on mu onu lehma lellepoja õe tütre naabri poja naine”

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@lehma-piim

frilly socks and short skirts, a deadly combo. the m/c is just ☹️ so soft i wanna keep her safe in my pocket

for their relationship dynamic, i really don’t see namjoon ever using any sort of discipline with her, i truly think she’d get away with anything. i think in namjoon’s mind, moulding her into this person who isn’t who she really is would just make him sad, for him i think it’s more about her willingness to stay and clearly she sees a long future with namjoon so he doesn’t see the point in grinding her down until she’s just pliant. she was definitely very shy at the start of their relationship as well, so think all these small times she acts a little bratty he revels in the fact that she’s comfortable around him enough to show that side of her to him

ah yes, countless bodies. jimin was not his first rodeo and i doubt it will be his last 🥲

jin is fully aware of namjoon’s escapades, they’re not brothers but he does play a significant role in namjoon’s life and how he’s been able to get away with what he’s been doing for so long— for now that’s all i’ll reveal 😋

yes!! i was thinking of writing a second part where all gaps in the story might get filled in, how joon and the m/c met, jin and his character all those things that were brushed over in this part! because i’d written their first meeting but cut it out of this part because it just didn’t fit with the story i was going for— however it is just rotting in my notes app so a second part i guess is a WIP?

babes i’ll be honest i have literally no idea 😭 i just write and hope for the best half the time, and just pray it comes out decent 😭 i’m so happy you liked it though, that’s reassuring. ooo i don’t think anyone’s described my writing as thrilling before, thank you!

BDJSJWJJE THE SMUT i giggled while writing it. i just really really really really love the idea of big boy boyfriend namjoon who had a super girthy dick who also kinda has a size kink— he’s so yummy

noo thank you so much for reading!! 💜 and leaving feedback!! it really made me happy reading this as well, so thank you so so much <3

please take care of yourself and i wish you well into the near year, my lovely!

im in LOVE w your yandere ddlg fics… can i request one w namjoon? 🫣🫣 i feel like he fits the ddlg concept so well ugh

𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦:

pairing: yandere! namjoon x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || established relationship au ||

summary: if namjoon’s life were a book, he thinks the day his eyes set on you, it had been the start of a fairytale. where he is the prince, and you, his princess.

word count: 5.5k

tags/ warnings: disgusting amounts of fluff, buff bf namjoon, reader is definitely an ipad baby, she’s also very very spoiled, and very very shy, ddlg themes, non-sexual dom joon, descriptions of murder, a few references to literature, smut in the forms of: unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), dom! namjoon, sub! reader, he’s girthy, size kink, cockwarming, belly bulge, dick riding, female masturbation, fingering, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, lots of praise, and she’s a bit of a pillow princess, aftercare

notes: i agree!! he fits this concept so well!! and thank you for reading my other works babes! and here i present my last post of 2022! if there are mistakes, no there aren’t you didn’t see anything

request rules can be found here || my masterlist

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You were Namjoon’s fairytale dream. A distressed princess locked in the wicked witch’s tower— that was this corrupt world that the two of you lived in.

Him, your knight in shining armour, sweeping you off your feet and dressing you in pretty dresses and jewels just like a true princess.

Truthfully Namjoon liked the classics better, words articulated like poetry and feelings forever carved into paper with ink. Little pieces of each author weaved into each book they’d ever written, secrets between pages and fantasies hidden behind flowery words. Hours upon hours of knowledge stacked up in Namjoon’s mind, useless little things that no one had ever cared to ask him about.

Perhaps romance novels were his guilty pleasure. That sickly feeling you get, reading about two people so in love that you have to sit back and realise that your own life is nothing more than a slow burn. Where truly, you’re the side character that is left and forgotten, watching the people around you— the main cast of the story, fall in love and find their god-awful happiness that you can only dream of.

You see, Namjoon had learnt how patience was a virtue. He’d waited year and years for that love story, for the perfect, pure, unadulterated adoration for another human, like in all those romance novels.

Countless flings and unexplainable anger from all the women who had shattered his heart over and over again had led him to you. Had steered him towards the right path. Perhaps like the yellow brick road, him being Dorothy and you, Emerald City. His final destination.

You’d always been awfully shy. Something Namjoon completely adored about you. Something he knew you were a little insecure about; among other things.

His remedy to your doubt, fucking you until all you knew was his and your names. Fucked so dumb you could only cry, clinging onto him like he weren’t the wolf and you weren’t little red, pure white dove chomped and chewed in his jaws like Carol Ann Duffey had described— you locked in his claws as he ripped away at tattered old clothing.

Past relationships had ended on bad terms for you, similar to himself, because it seemed no one had ever taken the time to read into you properly. Hadn’t taken the time to map out your story on paper and analyze you; the perfect specimen, the apple of his eye, a goddess among humans and his pretty little princess.

So soft and so pretty. Something a little sick, twisted, in his mind that he’d been able to lock you away in a cage like a bird, delicate little wings snapped in two where escape was impossible; thoughts of a life without him nothing more than a breathy whisper in the wind.

“Which one do you want today, sweetheart?” Namjoon’s arm laces around your shoulder, tugging you closer into his side. Your Mary Janes tapping gently against the tile floor.

You peer into the display case, fingers tightly clasped around the sleeve of his hoodie; an anchor for your fraying feelings, anxiety creeping up your spine.

He doesn’t rush you, simply raising an eyebrow at the worker behind the counter who gets angsty at your thoughtful pondering. Line of customers slowly building behind the two of you; and Namjoon can hear a few impatient mutters.

“Strawberry, please” you fall back into his side, weight solely dependent on Namjoon holding you up.

Your boyfriend turns his attention back towards the barista, fingers carding through your hair.

“One americano, a hot chocolate and one of the strawberry cakes, thank you” he turns his attention back to you; watching as you rock and forth on your heels.

“Why don’t you go and pick a table out for us, darling?”

You hum, fingers tugging at his sleeve mindlessly once more before you’re scampering towards a table by the window.

Namjoon feels his cock twitch in his pants as you bend over the table slightly, collecting the discarded straw wrappers that had been left on the table; and he watches your skirt raise a little up your thighs, supple skin taunting him.

He doesn’t bother with whatever the barista tells him, pushing his card across the counter as he watches you; legs bouncing anxiously as you grip the hem of your shirt, finally taking a seat.

He waves at you as he waits at the end of the counter, the scent of freshly brewed coffee thick in the air and Namjoon worries about the impeding headache you’re sure to have.

“Here you go, pretty” he places the tray in the middle of the table, tutting when you go to grab your mug of hot chocolate. You simply fall back into your chair, eyes trained on Namjoon’s hand as he places your drink before you.

“Thank you” you smile up at him as he pulls out the chair beside you.

“You’re welcome” he coos, dragging your chair closer to his own, his neck craning to kiss your temple.

Your smile is shy though your attention is quickly snatched by his fingers that dig around the pocket of his hoodie.

He pushes his phone to your side of the table, hand laying heavy on the back of your neck as you pick it up.

“I’m gonna get a new high score” you tell your boyfriend, turning to give him a determined smile as your tap tap tile game loads.

“Yeah?” he asks, eye smile so pretty you get lost looking at him for a moment. Only snapping out of your own little reverie when he blows on your hot chocolate. “Drink up” he reminds you.

You nod, delicate fingers picking your mug up by the handle, and you watch as Namjoon brings his own coffee to his lips for a taste.

“Good?”

You nod, “Good”

Namjoon’s thumb continues to brush over the back of your neck as you hunch over the table, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you load up one of the songs of your game.

Your mouth falls open when Namjoon’s fingers dig into the back of your hair, tugging your head back.

He watches as your lips close around the forkful of cake he feeds you, endeared smile on his face as a little bit of the cream clings to the corners of your lips. You don’t seem to take much notice as his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, eyes glued to the screen of his phone.

Your lips part after swallowing, tongue peeking out to lick at the pad of Namjoon’s thumb before he’s slipping it into your mouth.

“Yummy?” he asks, and you fall back into your chair— game suddenly long forgotten as Namjoon’s thumb lays heavy on your tongue.

You nod, fingers itching for the fork. Your boyfriend simply tuts, “Let me do that for you” his thumb slips out of your mouth, soon replaced with another large forkful of strawberries and cream.

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Namjoon’s attention is quickly snatched from his laptop when he hears a gentle knock on the door of his home office.

You always seemed to count a few seconds before you opened the door, always mindful that he was often busy; even if he’d made it clear that he was never too busy for you.

“What’s wrong, darling?” he closes his laptop, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

“You’re not in bed” you whisper, still lingering in the doorway. Frilly-socked feet shuffling anxiously against the carpet.

Namjoon thinks you look like a dream, eyes heavy with lingering sleep, thin strap of your silk nightdress slipping off your shoulder as you curl in on yourself. Always ever so shy, even after years together.

He’d taken his time pampering you that evening. An hour spent in the bath where’d he’d lathered your body in thick suds of soap, sweet smelling like roses that had sat in the summer sun all afternoon, skin warm like petals that had basked in the golden rays of light. Silent promises of a love that will last forever, until he takes his last breath, until the world ceases to exist and his love can longer be— traced under light fingertips that knew your body better than you ever would.

You squirmed as he’d rubbed lotion into every inch of skin your body had to offer— body his temple, your soul his goddess that he worshiped like you were his only purpose in life. Each breath he took, every step he’d continue to take, everything for you.

You’d laid spread across his lap as he’d worked any knots out of your back before dressing you up pretty for bed. Flimsy silk nightdress tickling your skin, brushing against bare thighs, where Namjoon’s hands had the freedom to roam your body until you’d been giggling at him to stop.

His favorite pastime, brushing your hair before bed; his hands those of Rumplestiltskin, each strand treated like intricately created golden thread, gentle as he tugs each knot until perfect.

He’d been there when you’d fallen asleep, bones jelly after he’d fingered you to an orgasm and mind nothing more than cotton candy softness as you’d tugged your precious little bunny to your chest. A gift he’d given you your first date together; and although you claimed you never had favorites , it was always his bunny that remained in your arms as you slept.

And truly he thought tonight he would finish up the last of the project he’d been given, the rest of the week yours; his time cupped in your hands to use however you pleased. The smile you were sure to give him each day after work, worth the pain of a single one nighter.

“I have some work to finish up, why don’t you go lay down, and I’ll be there in a little while” he tilts his head, gentle smile toying at the corners of his lips.

Your lips mould into a pout, “No” you shake your head, voice pulling out a little whiny “You have to come with me, Joonie. Right now”

“But I’m busy, darling” he coos, rolling his chair away from his desk. Legs falling open and he wonders how long it’ll take you to crawl into his lap.

He watches you thrown yourself to the floor, falling to your knees with a dull thump, and he worries they’ll bruise. You don’t seem to care, too pre-occupied with the start of your bubbling tantrum to care about any future injuries; you’ll be sure to milk all of your boyfriend’s sympathy when you he patches you up later. Crying until he’s kissing it all better, and maybe he’ll buy you a gift for being so brave.

He’d seen you scrolling through a few shops online earlier in the day before dinner, rosy-red blush painting your cheeks at a few items you’d hopefully saved.

You hiccup, stuffed bunny clung to your chest as you shake your head. “No, no” you sniffle, “You have to come now” your legs kick a little underneath you.

It was no secret that Namjoon liked to spoil you. Truthfully, he didn’t see the issue— what else was he supposed to do when housing a little princess? If you wanted something then who was he to say no?

Especially when you looked up at him through wet lashes, tears clinging to your cheeks like freshly fallen rain would the petal of a flower.

“Don’t cry” he frowns, heart clenching at the utter distraught on your face; cheeks glazed in saline tears and eyes watery, another miserable cry ready to slip past your lips. “Come here, my precious little baby”

The sob you let out is pitiful, bunny’s fluffy little paw held so tight in your hand as you push yourself to stand. Floppy ears soaking up your tears as you wipe your cheeks.

Namjoon’s hand’s curl under your thighs as you push yourself into his lap, a new wave of tears spilling down your cheeks.

“oh dolly” he croons, “You’ve been fussy all day, haven’t you? What’s wrong?”

Your arms wrap around his neck, face tucked tightly into his shoulder as you choke on another sob. Bunny tucked between your chests.

His thumb is gentle as it brushes over the top of your thighs.

“Tell me what happened” he rests his cheek against the top of your head, mean little smile pulling at his cheeks as your sobs fizzle to little hiccups.

“Work” you whisper, fingers threading into his hair, tugging rhythmically as you mouth at his neck.

“What happened at work?”

You whine, pushing your body flush against Namjoon’s. His hands wander, grabbing your ass as you rock forwards; bare pussy brushing over his pyjama pants.

“There’s a— there’s a new guy” your hips falter and Namjoon holds in a groan as your weight settles right over his cock.

Namjoon hums, “What about him?”

“He—“ a breathy moan drips off your tongue as his fingers dig into the meat of your ass.

“He what, darling? I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong” he murmurs, fingers mean as he tugs your face away from his neck by the back of your hair.

Your mouth falls open, and Namjoon watches your eyes glaze over, though this time it’s not tears; and he wonders if you can see how ruined you look in the reflection of his glasses.

“Tell me” your thighs clenching at his tone.

You whimper, “He said a bad word, can’t say it”

Namjoon’s head tips backwards, “Go ahead and say it, baby. I won’t get mad”

“Promise?”

He smiles, endeared “Promise”

“He asked me on a date” your fingers grasp onto the neckline of his shirt, and your boyfriend hums, “I said no, because I have a boyfriend”

“And?”

He watches as your bottom lip quivers, breath hitching in your throat. “Said you didn’t need to know, could be a quick fuck in the back room”

Namjoon’s jaw ticks, “What’s his name?” his fingers skim over your jaw, your hips jutting forward. “Name, darling”

“Jimin” you breathe, “Told Nana, and she said she’d talk to him”

“Yeah?” Namjoon hums, “I’ll sort him out, okay?”

“Okay” you nod.

“Well done for telling me, darling” he smiles, an attempt to ease any lingering anxiety you had. The last thing he wanted was for you to hate work when you enjoyed it so much.

Your hips rut forwards, Namjoon pulling your nightdress up around your hips, watching as your bare cunt drags over his slowly hardening cock.

You lean forwards, lips brushing over Namjoon’s jaw as his hands guide your hips. You moan as the head of his cock brushes over your clit.

“Feel good, darling?” Namjoon’s breathing is heavy, one of his arms tucking under your thighs as he hoists you further up his chest, his free hand tugging his pants down.

Your hand travels between your bodies, tips of your fingers brushing over Namjoon’s slit, precum oozing out the tip as your hand runs down his length.

“Up you get” he helps you, head of his cock running through your slit as you roll your hips forwards.

You bite down on your bottom lip, watery whines bubbling up your throat with each nudge of your boyfriend’s cock running over your clit. Arousal seeps past your folds down Namjoon’s length.

You hold his cock against your cunt, Namjoon’s fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises, but you didn’t seem to care all that much as your hips roll forward.

“Inside Joonie” you whine, tongue laving over the skin of his neck.

Namjoon takes a hold of the base of his cock, and you use his shoulders as leverage, chair wobbling under your joint weight as you line up his cockhead with your hole.

Your fingers run through your folds, wetness soaking your fingers as you circle your clit gently, Namjoon helping you as the tip of his cock brushes over your hole. And you let out an involuntary whine as the stimulation.

Your arms wrap around Namjoon’s neck, head of his cock splitting you open as you ease yourself down an inch before you’re pulling off slowly.

“Your pretty little pussy is so small” Namjoon groans. Flared cockhead pulling your pussy taught as you try and ease down lower.

You breath gets stuck in your throat, Namjoon’s fingers gently thumbing at your clit as you clench around his length. Slowly starting to stuff each agonizing inch into your cunt.

You whine as you reach the hilt, hips rutting forward messily. You moan at the lick of please that wracks through your body with each slow drag of Namjoon’s thick cock against your walls.

Namjoon pulls your face away from hiding by the back of your neck, tugging you until your lips mould into one, tongue pushed into your mouth, fresh minty toothpaste coating his tastebuds.

You start to bounce in his lap, childish impatience starting to take over as you chase after an orgasm. Always a little greedy when it came to your own pleasure, using Namjoon to get yourself off before you ever allow him to chase his own release.

“That’s it” he moans, unabashed in his arousal.

Namjoon uses his legs as an anchor, holding the two of you in place, ensuring the chair doesn’t tip over as the back of your thighs slap against the top of his own.

You moan as his thumb continues to brush over your clit, a ring of your arousal gathered at the base of his cock with each jittery raise of your hips.

“Doing so well for me” Namjoon groans, “Always such a good girl, yeah?”

“Mhmm” you nod, bunny tumbling to the floor. Long forgotten as you feel the precipice of your pleasure slowly boiling away in your stomach.

“Gonna cum for me?”

Your thighs shake at that, deep groan of pleasure shooting straight to your cunt as you continue to ride Namjoon like it were the last time.

“Go on, cum for me”

Namjoon’s hands find themselves perched under your ass, aiding you as your legs start to grow tired. Muscles in his arms bulging as he drags you up and down his length.

“So small, could use you as my own little fleshlight. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he groans, mirth swimming in his eyes.

Meanly, Namjoon pinches your clit and that’s all it takes for searing hot pleasure to wash over your body, thighs shaking at your release.

You hiccup another sob at the burning arousal as Namjoon continues to ram his cock back up inside you, thick rivulets of your slick coating his balls as he chases his own release.

“Too much” you cry, hands wrapping around his wrists as his fingers dig into your hips.

“I’m close, hold on for me” Namjoon’s head tips back.

Namjoon can feel your pussy as it pulsates around his length; you let out something akin to a squeak as you feel his cock twitch.

Mouth falling open in a silent moan as his warm cum paints your insides white.

You raise up on shaky legs, tip of his cock left nestled between your walls before you’re falling back down on his length; cum pushed deep inside of you.

“Oh my baby” he coos, fingers gentle as they brush through your hair, “Sleepy?”

You nod, words fizzling out on your tongue as you yawn.

Your cunt continues to clench around his cock, even as you fall asleep on his chest.

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

The bell above the door is obnoxious in announcing Namjoon’s arrival.

‘Pages of Love’ the little bookshop you worked at.

He would have gotten you to quit the shitty little job by now if it didn’t hold such significance in your relationship. He’d first met you here, had dates here, and it made you so happy that Namjoon couldn’t bare to see the sad pout that would be sure to form if he ever suggested you left this place behind.

“Namjoon” the old woman behind the counter smiles, waving him over. “I’m sure you’re aware but it’s y/n’s day off”

“Actually, Nana, I’m here for something else” he smiles, expression saddened and the old woman frowns.

“Anything” she nods.

“It’s about Jimin. He doesn’t happen to be working today, does he?”

“He’s on break right now.” She tuts, “Is this about what he said to y/n. I’ve already warned him about it”

“She came home upset” he shakes his head and Nana sighs.

“Poor girl. She’s lucky to have you, Namjoon”

“Thank you” his smile is genuine, though it drops the moment he steps out the door.

And he waits, waits weeks before he decided what he wants to do with the lowly piece of shit that dared suggest you cheat on him.

Waited weeks as he wrote down every sick little fantasy he had about the ways he’d maul his body. Shredding limbs, gutting him alive. Maybe he’d decapitate him and then send his head to his mother, or chop his filthy dick off and make him watch as he fed it to whatever animal is willing to chew on nearly nothing.

Written fantasies weren’t enough. Namjoon’s fingers always itching, always eager to finally wrap around the boy’s lithe throat and make him beg for mercy until his face is red and pride oozing out of his body with his fear.

“I’m gonna be home late tonight, little one” Namjoon tucks your hair behind your ear, gentle smile rivaling your frown.

“Why?” you ask, blinking up at him through your lashes.

“I have a small job I need to take care of”

“Can I help?”

“Nope” he leans down, soft feathery kiss pressed to you cheek before he’s pulling back, standing at full height.

You look up at him, “You can’t go”

“And why not?” he challenges.

“Because” your defense weak and truly Namjoon wishes he could stay.

“I charged your ipad this morning” and your eyes light up.

“Be quick, okay?” you push yourself up on your tippy toes, hands cupping his cheeks as you press a kiss to his lips.

“Promise” he smiles, “Now be a good girl, and don’t cause any trouble”

“I won’t” you wave him off.

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

Namjoon isn’t exactly sure what he expects to see when he finally gets home, a quick detour to Seokjin’s house to wash off Jimin’s blood and a change of clothes taking longer than he’d anticipated when his friend had insisted on making them both tea.

He can’t help the groan that bubbles up his throat at the sight of you. Skirt flipped up with three fingers, knuckle deep inside your pretty little pussy as you play a colour by number game on your ipad.

“Fucking hell, darling” he kicks his shoes off, jacket long forgotten on the floor as he crouches down in front of you.

You pull your slick covered fingers out of your cunt, gently circling your clit as you blink down at him.

“Couldn’t wait until I got home?”

“I got bored” you whine, legs falling open wider and Namjoon takes that as his invitation to run his thumb through your slit.

His hands hold your thighs in place as he leans down to press a kiss over your clit, tongue slipping from between his lips to lick over the bundle of nerves.

You hips stutter as his tongue drags across your folds, another wave of arousal seeping out your cunt at the unexpected nudge of his tongue against you hole.

Your fingers tangle into your boyfriend’s hair as he sucks over your clit, fingers teasing your entrance before he’s pushing two fingers inside of you.

“How pretty” he coos, accompanied by a wet squelch. “The prettiest little pussy, it’s a wonder how you fit anything inside of you”

You squirm, finger stuffed into your mouth as you try and hold back an embarrassed moan.

“Not little” you whine, hips chasing Namjoon’s fingers each time he pulls out.

“Oh, but you are” your thighs twitch as his warm breath brushes over your sensitive clit, hours of mindless toying with your cunt bringing you to the brink of an orgasm.

Namjoon kisses over your mound, kisses over your clit, and then kisses over his fingers as they curl up inside of you.

He can’t help the smile that pulls at his cheeks at the guttural moan you let out when he finds that particular spot inside of you.

“Cum for me, darling” his voice breathless, as he starts to scissor his fingers.

All it takes is one mean little nip to your clit and you’re tipping over the edge; legs shaking as they clamp around your boyfriend’s head.

His tongue continues to flick over your clit, fingers nestled deep within your walls as he helps you ride out your high.

“Enough” you whimper, tugging his head away from between your legs.

You squirm at the glossy sheen that covers Namjoon’s chin when he finally pulls away from your pussy.

“Well done” his hands run up and down your trembling thighs, “Think you can take a little more?”

Your eyes flicker down to his cock, heavy in his pants and you nod; tongue wetting your lips.

“My good girl”

Namjoon pulls you to lay across the length of the couch, fingers tugging your blouse over your head as you shuck off your skirt.

You tug messily at the back of your bra, and Namjoon smiles, bending down to help you.

He groans, taking one of your nipples into his mouth as he palms himself through his slacks.

“God, you’re so pretty”

Your squeak when he bites the plush skin, trail of kisses searing as he reaches your neck.

Your hands fumble with his pants, waistband pulled taught as your try and slip your fingers into his underwear.

“Always so impatient, aren’t you?” he coos, “here let me help you”

You pout at the loss of warmth, the loss of his large body completely covering your own; hands grabbing for neck when he sits up on his knees.

Your hips rock upwards, silently begging for any sort of stimulation as you watch Namjoon’s cock spring free, slapping against his stomach.

Your pussy gushes another wave of slick at the sight of your boyfriend with his hand wrapped around his cock, his hands always had been big; swallowing the girth of his cock when your fingers barely wrapped around it.

You can feel the phantom ache in your jaw, countless times he’d shoved his dick into your mouth, splitting it open like he would your cunt with absolutely no mercy.

“You’re staring” though there’s no embarrassment in his tone, eyebrow lifted cocky and lazy smile tugging at your lips.

“Inside, please” you whine, legs falling open enough for him to slot in place.

“Of course, sweetheart”

Your legs tremble in anticipation, eyes squeezing shut as he runs the head through the slit; slicking up his length before he’s pushing at your entrance.

“You sure you can fit me?” you can hear the laugh in his voice, retort on the tip of your tongue only he chooses that moment to nudge the tip of his cock over your clit.

“Joonie” you complain, “please, need you”

And Namjoon watches, lets you, grab onto his length, watching as you rut your hips down until he’s popping inside of you.

Your walls constrict around him, and he’s absolutely fascinated by how such a small pussy is even able to stretch around him.

“Good girl” and he can’t help the moan that follows.

He’s barely thrusting, gentle roll of his hips feeding each inch of his cock into your wet cunt.

You moan like he was ramming into you, always so sensitive, always so responsive to his touch.

“Feel good?” he asks when he finally bottoms out, thighs connected and heartbeats in sync. It’s moments like these Namjoon revels being alive, being one with you. Truly the closest you’ll ever be to one another; and he thinks he finally feels complete when lodged between your sodden walls.

“So deep” you whisper, fingers skimming over your stomach.

Namjoon pulls your legs over his shoulders, bending forwards until you’re almost folded in half.

Your moan is breathless when he gently pulls out, only to snap his hips back into you.

Your hands grasp onto the pillows of the couch as Namjoon picks up his pace, your tits bouncing, and cunt squelching with every brutal thrust into you.

“Fucking hell, you are tiny” Namjoon groans, and you whimper as his hand presses down on your lower stomach.

You dare take a look, hiccup of a moan ripped from your throat as you see it. An outline of his cock right bellow your belly button, head nudging the taught skin with each thrust into you, only for it to disappear as he pulls out.

Your fingers splay over it, cunt convulsing around his length as your feel him move under your skin.

You feel it rising, pussy swollen and worn from your previous orgasm. Namjoon seems to know, he always knows when you’re slowly climbing to the peak of high.

His fingers find clit, tight little circles sending jolts of pure, blissful pleasure through your body, another wave of arousal seeping out your cunt to soak his cock.

“Gonna cum for me?” he moans between eat thrust, “Be a good girl and cum for me”

The cry you let out is near pornographic, knees knocking against the side of Namjoon’s head as he continues to flick at your clit. Pleasure numbing that when you finally reach your high, your mind blanks, a blanket of fluff consuming you as Namjoon continues to jackhammer into your used cunt.

“Doing so well for me. So close. I’m so close” he groans, fingers finally pulling off your clit as your thighs continue to shake.

When you come to, Namjoon’s thrusts are a sloppy, thrusts barely coordinated as he ruts into you.

And your breath hitches at the final twitch of his cock, he pushes as far into you as he can before he’s cumming.

Thick waves of cum filling you up. He groans as you clench around him, walls still spasming from your own release. And he gently rocks into you, an attempt to push his cum as deep into your soiled cunt as possible.

“You did so well, darling” he swallows thickly, back of his hand wiping the sheen of sweat from his forehead.

You whine as he begins to pull out, mixture of both your releases dribbling out of your hole.

Your thighs twitch when Namjoon parts your lips, hole clenching around nothing as you push another wave of his cum out of your pussy. His fingers scoop it up, circling your entrance before he’s pushing them back between your walls.

“What do you think about a bath?” he hums, watching your eyes fall droopy.

You nod, hands blindly grabbing for your boyfriend to pick you up.

He smiles down at you, arms slipping beneath your body to pick you up as he wanders further into the house.

You wriggle around when he flips the light on, eyes stinging a little at the sudden burst of brightness.

“Alright missy” he sits you on the toilet, and you lean your head against his hip as pee, bones too floppy to even think of holding yourself up.

You remain sat on the toilet as he runs a bath, fussy when he picks you up again though it’s easily soothed with a gentle kiss to your lips.

He thinks you fall asleep as he washes your back, gentle as his soapy hands grope your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples and you squirm at that.

Namjoon is endeared when the two of you finally get out the bath, skin soft and sweet smelling, perfect for kisses. And he can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat when you kick your pyjamas away, refusing to put them on yourself when his hands were fully capable.

“Oh my little princess” he kisses both your cheeks, “How about some cake for being such a good girl?”

You see, Namjoon had always been a little bit of a liar. Had told so many lies that truly he didn’t know the what was real and what was not anymore. And if he didn’t know then you never would either.

Every little lie he’d told you from the start, every white lie, every left out detail of his life suddenly seemed insignificant when you were tucked under his chin, sleeping so peacefully, a true sleeping beauty.

And maybe he didn’t really like the classics. Maybe his real love of novels were romances, because he’d always be the prince and you’d always be his princess. A perfect fairytale that would always have a happy ending.

Because if anyone dared scribble out the pages, change his plot, then he would simply erase their existence, and the readers of his life would never know the difference.

You belonged to him. You are his as much as he is yours.

Your life his only reason. Your happiness that little spark of good that still resides inside him. And as long as you come home every day with that same pretty little smile on your face, then Namjoon feels no guilt for the countless people that lay dead, long forgotten by the world as they rest six feet under for daring bring you sadness. Because he’d erased them, with no way to wiggle their way back into the story of his life.

Because what was a prince if he couldn’t take care of a villain that would disturb his perfect fairytale ending?

[darkccfinds]

Hiya ! I was just wondering if you could help me find something ? You actually posted it ! Back in the Halloween 2020 stuff heh it's here /post/633348759252779008/lehma-here-are-all-three-of-my-simblreen-gifts#notes some Halloween cc , I've been collecting any thing that even LOOKS like it could be cool for decoration for Halloween cause I'm planning throwing a spooky party for my sims ... But any way your awesome ! Done found lots of stuff here already !!

Unfortunately no and it's really cool, I texted Lehma.. but I think she has not been very active for quite some time, so:

🔊 Please is there someone who has it and is so kind to share it with us?

I include myself because I would like to have it in my game too, thanks in advance

But if it is Halloween food what you are looking for here I leave you some links of some of my favorites, check the food tag for more:

🎃 // 🎃 // 🎃 // 🎃 // 🎃 // 🎃 // 🎃 // 🎃 // 🎃 // 🎃 // 🎃 // 🎃 // 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃// 🎃

Happy Halloween!!

[wanderlust-pixels]

Scowly babe

[simchronized]

Hi yes hello, can I request Rick Astley? Blz this would mean so much to me, I must have him in sim form

Sorry but after I put much thought into this particular request, I’ve ultimately decided that I’m never going to give up that sim, never going to let it down, probably never gonna around and desert it either. Have a nice day!

[deepdarkdelights]

@lehma-piim thank you! I think it’s a case of imposter syndrome sometimes.

And of course, lack of interaction really doesn’t help. My like to reblog ratio per fic is actually insane. Like, the likes extremely outweighs the reblogs. I would like more interaction, but I also don’t want to pressure anyone into doing so you know? I know many individuals have anxiety or are shy or reserved and I don’t want to make them uncomfortable. It’s tricky. Thank you for you kind words - I truly appreciate them and you as well 💜

I need you to write a yandere Jungkook story inspired by seven now 🧍‍♀️

Your writing totally fits the concept.

Hello my love,

I’m definitely thinking about it! I will admit, I do have some ideas - we’ll see if I actually decide to make them a reality hehe.

I’m just kind of in an odd place right now in regards to writing. I will also admit that it is incredibly disheartening to get community labeled every time I post a fic, that just sucks. And honestly, I really miss the early days of my blog - that first year was truly so beautiful. I miss all the interaction I would get, lately my blog kind of feels empty…it’s kind of sad. And I suppose I have myself to blame for that, I certainly don’t write as quickly as I used to lol. And, sometimes, I feel like I just keep writing the same thing, like my writing has become so predictable and monotonous and that it’s no longer exciting.

I don’t think I plan on retiring any time soon, but it feels like there has been a noticeable shift in year three. Or, I am just off my rocker lmao.

Anyways, so sorry to overshare, I have rambled yet again!

TLDR: I have some ideas and it could be a fun one shot!

[maximuscosmo-blog]

sms

error log

alkokool

Neile teeb nalja, kui inimene errorisse läheb

err or

loll US , Mõte lekibki

lollakas toberus

bene allora, roba curata

Latino lingua

non c'è dubbio, no così

Satanae diaboli Sei un diavolo di Satana

il troppo male ..

accent pronunciation - the habit of skipping letters

GoTo Hell

platform

nupust nikastanud

Milleks lollitada, mis mõte siukestel on

времени нет

следование

but how can I trust anyone if everything is a scam хуи́акс. Chinese CoVideo-19

Ты не угрожай мне в русском детском саду

it's a concentrated terrorist attack

see on kõik lihtsalt jama mitte "obvi" (it's all just crap not "obvi")

BASIC

exist , work , live

I, I, ai, kui rumal sa oled, lihtsalt NII rumal

hirm tekib kui mõelda ei oska

Sul oli ainult sport-ja-tervis

Stanley "Satan" Kaoni

Saatana urgas - Satan's lair - La tana di Satana

tšort õpib tšortide keelt

ONGI Saatana ähvardajad, täie jumala jõuga, läbi igaviku, üle Maa, kogu süsteemiga ja kogu teadvusega

yobannaya saatana putsi värdjat 24/7 - "Ammu on probleem selle kuradiga"

best cities for English speakers to settle in are Rome, Bologna and Milan

Miski pole õiglane, - ei elu, inimesed, seadus, õiglus ..

Su meel on must

Lihtsalt õnnelik et siiani veel elus

"Cash-Cow" lehma nisadest saab raha välja lüpsta 5+5 Money can be milked from the teats of the "Cash-Cow" 5+5

evaluate the current situation

You're unable to compile that system

it's all an unsolvable problem ,so they all left you with your problems Probleemi ei lahenda mitte keegi/(miski)

forget it all

Marti nit wit

seal kõrv kuuleb liiga hästi

they're all bullies

bully/kiusaja

bullying = kiusamine ja ülbitsemine

isikuvastane kuritegu - crime against person

conflict-creation

ehk palud vabandust

nartsissist = isekas pahatahtlik debiilik

"if u fuckx with me, I will fuckx you back - bullying" - Don't give psychopaths that pleasure

cyber-bullies / bullshitters , too

BlockU

troll-hacker

käi nahhui white nigger

inbred polish-belorussian-latvian nigger

- "go to hell, saatana tšort"

Martin ongi väikese vene poisi mõistus (Martin's mind is little belorussian boy)

Central-Asia - Polish-Belorussian-Latvian

jumalaste laps ikka .. ei nohh ..

issi issi papa papa дядя дядя

(saatana) seal on lasteaed

jah, inimesed mängivad ja lollitavad

neil on sala-info

+ sinu enda "paranoia"

kasyak касьяк - saatana deprekas (nightmare nõiutud kassikarvapalli sees sea-luud) касьяк - mari juana

"Täna Jälle Me Joome Bensiini" Vennaskond (craziest killer)

venemaa hull Londonis, Mitte keegi eesti keelt ei mõista

ehitus-insener ,on olnud vaja

RAKVERE

comm u nica tion

comm system is kaos, FUBAR

Lihtsalt sõda ja sõja reeglid

türa sa kuradi türapea nussid siukseid asju

süsteemiga saab petta

arvutiga kuulus juba

inimesed ei mõtle ega ütle

humans don't think people lack the ability to work mentally/intellectually (.. and neither do I)

mälu pole (humans have poor memory in human brain)

kuradi narko-aju, came from future/past and crashed

alati jäid hiljaks. ainult minevikus eladki

ükskõik mida sa ette nägid

Time-Space/Universe is infinite

Future becomes past it WAS The Future .. , now it has become past Future is unknown

Star Wars

Põgene vaba laps, Viimne Reliikvia

TULNUKAS ehk Valdise pääsemine 11 osas [HD] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxUNjJisyDU

Mari Jürjens - Omaenese ilus ja veas Kõik on juba kord öeldud kusagil siin või seal. Kusagil unes või ilmsi valjult või paberi peal. Kõik on juba kord tehtud ühel või teisel moel. Kusagil ammugi nähtud ilmub taas aegade toel.

A wise man once said, "Bees don't waste their time explaining to flies that honey is better than shit" - Don't be a BlackFly, be a bee !

bee lief system

real information&knowledge is a secret and a source of income - it's not to be shared

Hope was to find good humans Lootus oli leida häid inimesi

they/you lack any capacity for empathy and understanding

They  restrict restrain inhibit control you

inimesel PEAB vedama

some people go forward .. , you will go back !

kõik on sõda! - aja, universumi, jumala, inimeste, kõige vastu kõik töötab inimese vastu - aeg, elu, universum, jumal, tehnika, ühiskond

tuuma роспись

rikaste ja vaeste vahel on alati konflikt

US puhliiss

türapead

Luuseril on pohhui ja pohhuist on luuser - related phenomenon  / seotud nähtused

nad on kõik pahatahtlik lasteaed, Sa pead teenima süsteemi ja saatana raha

inimesed ongi detailideni valetajad they obviously learn to lie all their life

jumal küll, kaua sa siin saatana perses istud ja elad

ilmselt siiski bussi Mitt'e ajunussi

-- they'll only cause you grief --

They'll give you bad advice

Hur länge kan du slåss med den ryska Satan?  Vad är poängen?  Du är den som startar en konflikt

Satans Jävla Helvete

kriminaal-tegevus käib 24/7 hush-hush

justice shall be done

CUNT oled peast

Tappa Ta ei või, järelikult võib talle teha ükskõik mida

eeldatavalt ongi tšort Saatan ise ja sarimõrvar

Satans search

kurjus peab võitma

aha, "demon of discovery" wikipedia shorturl.at/AFIN1

War against White Russian

Get-The-Fuck-Out

psühhopaadid ongi saatana bitchid

psycho objective - infiltrate and start war

Satan's lifeform

vastik ett vän(friend) sihuke

Just liiv it aut, forget it all ..

survival-game, nothing more

krediitkaartide andmebaasist hakkab kõik pihta

kommunikatsiooni-süsteemid ongi inimeste vastu suunatud

Sinusse ongi siin hästi suhtutud, kogu elu

raske oli käekestega tööd teha

vene robotid eestikeelses tuumajaamas, koristavad vanu tuuma-reostusi

sa oled tuleviku vastu sõjas ja edasi ei oska minna .. Müük, arvutused ..

need ongi psühhopaatide keeled

tšort vs tšort

"Mine kurat kuhu tahad!"

välja puksida teisi

"ARU peas ei ole!"

compromitory

USA's oledki elanud kogu elu teadvusega

inimkond ongi saatanast (pole vahet) EI OLE saatanast - Venice Beach live

Siis on see metall,tehnika,saksa autod

loll kurat lollpea satub psühhopaatide otsa

troo Saatan

Saatana on voittamaton. Ne ottaa kaiken - sakkoo, laki, huijaus, valehtelu

nad kõik vihkavad sind

pettust pole, tünga pole, sõda pole, raha siia ja tõmba nahhui Davai!

perse kukkunud inimene OLEDKI JUMALA vittUS (white in Svensk) - i Guds fitta

Eks hiljem näeb siin seda kadalippu ja sõda mis siin venemaal veel toimub

lahendust ei olegi, ainult probleemid

mõistust tahavad võtta, et inimene enam ei mõistaks

kommunikeerimine on 0 (suhtlusoskus peab olema 5)

selliste kuradi albiino-venelastega siin maal ei suheldagi

Saatan teeb siin oma tööd ja sina sitt kurat siin ei küsi!!

Saatanast ja 100% kõikidest kuraditest peab aru saama .. kuidas see sõda käib

murede hunnikust on vaja lahti saada

Kogu planeet ongi jumala perses ja inim-kurat istub saatana helvetis

need ongi ürg-rahvad poolast saksast ..

oligi Putin siberist

sa jobannõi Putin tulebki tappa

Russia is the nest of the Satan

novorusskii - uus-venelane

Space Odyssey 2001 https://youtu.be/ypEaGQb6dJk

https://youtu.be/DzgOFHVsiNI

police-killing CoVid iz da best? mask-wearers everyone..

служат системы

BarBarian nuclear warr

мне похуи, (pohui, don't care) - pitkin saatanan kürpää ... vedetään kuten mandavochka/crabs

first bomb Hiroshima, then Middle-East, then russia, then estonia

My territory, my rights, my cunt, my usa, my russia

malevolent ill-will apes..

everyone on Earth is trolling, US embassy, finland gov, uk.. internet.. ilu.. Swiss banks maybe don't

World police is US! I AM

AI !

aiföön aiföön aiföön

часы дьявола (Devil's clock) - lõbus mobiil/debiil peavadki kartma iphone Police-whistle dead signal

mic mäkk - uu bitch, note to puhliss

US weapons

dude! y'all don't blow up my phone (änd my interwebz) , I give u up to police for harrassment!!!

Teie mingit interneti- World War 3 ei tee, idi nahhui mingi.. ()❤️ äppiga, Lasnamäe libu, Kui Eestis ei meeldi tõmbate nahhui oma arvuti-mängudega, ❤️

Kui te tulnukad Lasnamäel elate, mine kaeba Häirekeskusesse Peterburi teel, мне пох всё психопатия.. Mina psycho, sina psycho, Juri Ratas nashe psycho, Meie kõik saatana kuradid, (saatanan venäjä), vot cool 😎

Mine ela usa's, Kopli on fake Brighton Beach, sa pole elu näinud

ah, ok, I know already, Student visa > job > anchor baby, russian Brooklyn Beach

EB2 visa

с студенческой визои можешь уехать домой в Ню Иорк (Student visa'ga saad koju New York'i venelastele külla), вох

jaa, usa dream..Korona Christ, block block, vag, rap, youtube, insta, twitter, All my life on internet since 1995. —  russkii-from-Tallinn, Estonian school

Sputnik V võite sisse süstida ja aatompommi järgi tulistada, mul jumala pohh

istu maskiga kodus kui haige oled .. kui terveks saad, mine tööle, näiteks Soome ehitusele

Tead, See kõik on absoluutne mõttetus, "some bitch is starting shit", "mina kaeban", "mina helistan", mina maski-kandja, mina politsei, mina Lasnamäe devochka.. Elu käib siin planeedil veel 3 milj aastat.. inimesed ehitavad maju, inimesed remondivad sõidukeid, elu läheb edasi.. See et kogu arvuti-wärk otsast lõpuni perses on, ei morjenda kedagi

Hiina Rahvavabariigi Rahvakohtu rahvusvaheline otsus oli, et Wuhan'ist pole viirust leitud, Loe ise Sergey Brin'i Googol.com'ist mis tahad

vist on piisavalt Homo Sapiens segast pannud, Tänaseks Aitäh

inimeste planeet on jube

saatana kuradid ei allu mingile kontrollile humans are out of control

secret aggression evil irresponsible liars

scammer - pettur

nii palju jama, seadusetust, ebaõiglust, hoolimatust, pahatahtlikkust, rumalust, veidraid asju.. ja stamp-vastus on "kaeba kohtusse"

vastutustunne puudub ka - riigiametites teevad misiganes whatever pohhui

Elon Musk soovitas ka Marsi kolooniasse otsedemokraatiat

psühhopaadid ja sotsiopaadid teavad kuidas end ühiskonnas kehtestada jne

isegi Rail Baltica't ei saada käima (et Euroopaga kaubavahetust arendada). NSVL liiduvabariigist pole kaugemale jõutud.. Tegemist on tagurliku ühiskonnaga mitte progressiivse riigiga.. Suurriikidel on superarvutid, teadus, tehnoloogia, ressursid, maavarad, kommunikatsioon.. inimõigused.. Twitterit ei usu ma ühtegi lollz

Ega see mingi hommikune türa putsi ja pea pesu pole

Teil pole ÜLDSE mõistust, Ega ma ei eeldagi et te peaks olema 100% täie-arulised intelligentsed geeniused, aga Teil psühhopaatidel pole ju grammigi mõistust

Client reported event that didn't happen in app to play with it.. They play in all apps ... What can I do?

cunt-uhr cúltúr

gamers' shit-generator troll-lol

AI

ryssä-ruotsi Finland

Ryss siskor õelus

Saadana raha teeni

empty Hope / lootus

Türa, kas sa valgevene-läti hybrid ei saa aru enam ve .. Inimkond on sõda, sa oled vangis need on kõik kuradi valed

ne voi olla kaikki saatanan huijauksia valheita petkutusta .. mutta kukaan ei koskaan tulee tietämään

Lolita - "Adolescent whose behavior is so precocious and provocative as to inspire an erotic attraction even in mature men."

L'imbecille è una commedia in un atto, scritta da Luigi Pirandello

inimkond on 100% debiilik - sa pead õppima seda kõike (psycho, abuse, lies etc)

imbecile cunt reply

degenereerus

fantom-memories

reject in biorobot production process

Sõiduk = Driveau, trandulette, travelleur

Auto-teema on eluaegne lifetime topic

даа, у нас будет маленькая Русская тачка

Mercedes is Superb, Every other carmaker outside Mercedes is a con-man Tšuktši'de tuleviku-autod on nõmedad

jah, "Riga" sääreväristaja vs elektrijalgratas

Polestar 3

tühipaljas mõistuse-häire.

work and study ,in ANY *TOP* COUNTRY

Šveitsis on otsedemokraatia, Šveits on ok.. , kellelgi probleemi pole Rain Lõhmus elab ka Šveitsis juba 20 aastat

Šveits on ainuke Direct Democracy (ja vist on Californias ka midagi, kuigi California on shithole ghetto).. Soome on Happiness Index'i nr. 1 aga Soomes ma ka õnne ei leidnud nagu 10% eestlastest. Saksamaa on lahe aga keelt ei oska. Austraalias võib lahe olla aga pole kodu. Google't youtube ja telekat ka tarbida ei viitsi.. Eestil pole eksporti'gi, (Skype oli mis müüki läks).. Ma olen pool elu Googles istunud, kõike lugenud.. Suviti Pärnus ja Võrus joonud.. Tallinnas vanalinna baarides..

justice by the people for the people

https://petitsioon.ee

https://wiki.erepublik.com/index.php/Estonia

aga KES tahab "Valguskiirusel Lennata" ja Linnu teel risti peal surra Jeesus Krist

"Kui on liiv Lenna'nud" Ivo Linna

"Põgenemisplaan"

- "Hea küll, sul täna vedas veel. Homme sind värdjat enam ei ole."

Raadio 7 - Piibel kaanest kaaneni

kontrolltöö - poldi keerme arvutamine kodune töö - joonesta koonuse lõikamine kolmes vaates

Who gave you the right to occupy information systems and fool people from somewhere in the USA and India and spread false information?

miksi edes pyrkiä Amerikkaan why even dream/aspire/pursue to America

DISCRIMINATE

annulleerida tühistada

dispetšer

too funny

vaivaajia - trouble(maker) bullying persecution tagakiusamine cyber-bullies

"I start a conflict and you go to jail"

biggest problem is human (biorobot)

謝謝 110 lol ViKing ViiRus CoVideo 2019 Iphone

jumala pohhui - "God doesn't give a damn"

misunderstanding

debiilik - moron

malevolence wins

They're all sick bitches (ёбанные тупые суки и дебилы)

bitch'id mõtlesid koos probleemi välja

idioodid valetasid ja aeg kadus ära

"Maailma Põhiseadus on headus" - motto KUKU raadio Sihik saatest Katrin Kuusemäe reformikas

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per completare il salve

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For @lehma, her OC Sinead, because I was digging the green hair going on. :P Please do not repost or delete the caption, thank you!

[applekissims]

happy birthday! :D Hope it's a good one

[mixedharmonysimz]

𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕝

[yall this is just cuz i got bored in game lol isn’t she cute with her little bump tho? theres a better view of @lehma cali light the dress is @uniqueleemade87 and the hair is @applekissims pool orb is @gurlsims and if you can see the earrings their from @button-simmer]