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[islandnaturals]

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[iamkingwithoutcrown-blog]

Τα χείλη μας ίσως δεν ενωθούν.. Μα δεν γίνεται, πιστεύω στην ενέργεια.. .. Αυτός που γράφει το βιβλίο της ζωής.. Πως γίνεται.. να μην έχει καθόλου περιέργεια..

[novannon]

I have always imagined that when a (commissioned) 2d mv comes out, it's the commissioned characters fantasy

for the machi mv an singlehandedly imagined Akitoya being in a bl at a train station, bake no hana is obvious, no one is gonna question why saki has imagined them in space and way more

This can also apply to non commission 2d mvs so Haruka and Shizuku have imagined themselves on train tracks.. IFFUDOUDOU... king... Sweats

also alot of questionable songs have 2d mvs so you make your thoughts

OH AND CELLPHONE LOVE STORY LMAOO

You also have the mvs for April fools

[spectrometrie]

[doitsuuu]

[fauxbeatlover]

necesito que Natura me fabrique algo así

[nahid2341]

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[luckystorein22]

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[monoinfotech]

"Wishing a very happy birthday to a mentor who has inspired and guided us to achieve our goals. Here's to another year of growth and success. Happy Birthday Ishan Sir!"

[bloghay]

Dầu Monoi thực sự có khả năng dưỡng ẩm tuyệt vời như dầu dừa?

Dầu dưỡng tóc đang là một trong những sản phẩm được quan tâm nhất hiện nay. Nếu bạn là người yêu thích dầu dừa và những tác dụng của nó đối với các tóc, thì dầu monoi có thể là một gợi ý khác. Nó được coi là một loại dầu thơm vì nó có mùi thơm và được sử dụng để dưỡng ẩm, nuôi dưỡng và tạo độ bóng cho tóc, phần lớn lợi ích giống dầu dừa như dưỡng ẩm sâu, phục hồi tóc hư tổn, tăng cường và nuôi dưỡng có thể cải thiện sức khỏe tổng thể của da đầu. #bloghay_org #Thành_phần_làm_đẹp #dầu_dừa #dầu_dưỡng #dầu_dưỡng_tóc #dầu_monoi #dưỡng_ẩm #lợi_ích_của_dầu_monoi https://bloghay.org/dau-monoi/

Dầu dưỡng tóc đang là một trong những sản phẩm được quan tâm nhất hiện nay. Nếu bạn là người yêu thích dầu dừa và những tác dụng của nó đối với các tóc, thì dầu monoi có thể là một gợi ý khác. Nó được coi là một loại dầu thơm vì nó có mùi thơm và được sử dụng để dưỡng ẩm, nuôi dưỡng và tạo độ bóng cho tóc, phần lớn lợi ích giống dầu dừa như dưỡng ẩm sâu, phục hồi tóc hư tổn, tăng cường và nuôi…

[drakesfeelings]

Hector fort, fluff, that's all i need

sorry it’s a little short (and sorry for the long ass wait) hope you’ll like it tho 💖

more than you think [h.f]

“you need to stop dancing hermano, it’s getting worrying,” hector can’t help but laugh at marc’s jokes—disguised in faux concern.

lamine’s eyes widen in shock, and the smirk on the ‘blonde’s face quickly disappears when he’s playfully slapped by his teammate.

silently watching his friends fight, chuckling from time to time at marc’s attempts to dodge the moroccan’s attacks, hector almost forget about getting dressed.

today’s training is done. usually, the boys always had enough practice for a whole day, but xavi was in a good mood; which means finishing early.

and which means, in hector’s language, more time with his girl.

his naked back against the metal of his locker, putting on his yeezy’s slides, he feels his phone vibrate under his thigh. speaking of the devil.

❤️ | you’re done babe?

smiling to himself, he taps a simple answer before getting back to dress up—his movements now quicker than before.

hector was always the teammate who loves to take his time preparing himself. he usually took long ass showers and was the last getting out of camp nou, his cologne and shampoo lingering in the changing rooms.

the only and rare times he was on a rush, were the ones when you were waiting for him.

his whole team knew about how much he loves you, that much that he couldn’t bring himself to make you wait.

you are his princess, who is he, to make you wait? no-fucking-body.

so, it’s only an understatement to know why he’s the first one to finish packing today.

“the novia is waiting,” he hears alejandro’s teasing voice behind him. it’s not even a question anymore, just a simple fact.

“tú lo sabes,” the brunette smirks, sending a wink in his friend’s direction. “adios!” he quickly bids everyone goodbye, his hand tightening on his bag’s strap. you know it. bye!

before the door closes, he can hear marc’s complaints about him leaving like a thief and pedri’s making fun of the newly blonde.

he loves his team. but not as much as you, so he forgets about his teammates’ bickering and jogs in the exit’s direction, texting you during his run.

to ❤️ | coming mi amor

he quickly taps send and shoves his phone in his short’s pocket. in three minutes, the brunette is already coming out of the building, happily making his way to the parking, where you’re waiting next to his car.

shoulder pressed against the bmw’s driver’s door, your pretty eyes focused on the screen of your phone, you don’t even hear your boyfriend’s steps.

your legs are engulfed by the boy’s shorts—that you stole from his closet—and your white shirt is tucked into the front of your bra, letting your tummy breathes. you’re wearing a pair of slides, the weather being too hot to handle closed shoes, and your hair are wild-free.

his heart skips a beat. you’re the prettiest woman on earth to the man’s eyes.

“hola guapa,” he doesn’t let his adoration for you phase him though, keeping on his cool-fuck-boy act—even if he’s not waiting for your greetings to be said to snuggle his face in the crook of your neck, nose brushing against the skin of your jaw. hello, beautiful.

it’s time for your heart to skip a beat.

you grin with all your teeth, your arms automatically wrapping themselves around his neck and your phone long forgotten, loosely hanging in one of your hand.

“hola bebe,” you mutter in his chest, breathing in his scent. something musky, something masculine, something that screams hector, something that smells like home to you. your home. him. hello, baby.

he sighs happily, face smushed by your warmth and nostrils taking in your monoi scented body-cream. you smell like summer. like the beach, the sand, the blue sky and the waves.

but you also smell like his. and it’s all that matters to him, right now.

@ drakesfeelings

[iamkingwithoutcrown-blog]

My new song! <3

[malegayse]

Joshua Monoi

[novannon]

Shitposts but they're my posts pt 2

Part 1:

[call-sign-shark]

✨ The Rooster’s Crowing ✨

Summary:  You tease Bradley in bed until he cries. Pure smut.

Words: 1.8k

Tags:  masturbation, blue balls,  unresolved sexual tension, unspecified age gap between Rooster and younger reader, mention of past breakup 

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Psss, reblog if you liked it. To discover the story behind the breakup, stay tuned in for my future Rooster x Reader series. 💚

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The painful bite of the handcuffs’ metal around his wrists had caught him off guard. His brown eyes widened. He was looking at you with an adorable confused look on his face, for you had just tied his hands behind his back in one quick movement. 

“On the bed. Now.” 

He shook his head, still baffled by your unexpected audacity. 

“Uh, you’re joking right?” Bradley asked with a nervous smirk etched on his seductive lips, but you did not smile back. Quite the contrary, your face was dressed with a freezing coldness. The kind of look he had never seen you wear before. Bradley’s anxious grin faded away, swept by the powerful aura that emanated from you. Even though he was taller than you, the proud aviator felt suddenly very tiny. That was probably why he obeyed your order and lay down on the bed, completely naked. A thin layer of sweat was the only thing covering his body.

“Good boy.”

Still standing in front of the bed, you first tilted your head to the side while observing the satisfying sight of Bradley Bradshaw, handcuffed and undressed on your mattress. The butterflies you had felt for him once were now dull ravens, fluttering their wings in your stomach. He still managed to make you feel something, but everything was tinted with sarcasm and resentment. You snorted, your eyes shining with a tint of sadism, then you grabbed your flight suit’s zipper and opened it slowly.

Bradley bit his lower lips, watching you. The anticipation of finally seeing your sumptuous breasts for the first time in years was strong. But far from allowing him this pleasurable sight, you stopped opening the zipper right at a spot that still covered your nipples.  He could notice your curves, even guessed the lovely shape of your nipple pointing through the fabric of your suit, but he could not properly enjoy your body – and it made him grunt in frustration.

You raised an eyebrow, amused by his wordless protest, and lay down next to him. As you did, the aviator turned on his side to face you and dove his chocolate gaze into yours. Dry mouth and beating heart, Bradley moistened his lips with the tip of his rosy lips. His breath had already started to quicken even though you had not touched him yet. 

“Can I at least kiss you?” He asked, his deep voice carried away by an almost shy tone you had never heard from him.

“No, you can’t.” Your refusal felt like someone had thrown him a nasty punch to the guts. Bradley groaned, feeling the frustration growing within.

“But I’ve been good. You told me I’ve been good. You can’t do that, fuck–” 

The satisfaction of seeing the always proud and big-mouthed Bradley Bradshaw trying to bargain with you, like a kid ready to throw a tantrum, was indescribable. You inhaled slowly through your nose to capture the intoxicating scent of his skin. The aromas were soft and sweet: monoi with a touch of vanilla. An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine – You used to love his smell so much that, before falling asleep, you would bury your nose in the t-shirt he had forgotten in your bedroom the last day you saw him. And when the smell faded from the fabric, you cried almost as much as the day he left you. 

You brought your fingertips to his chest and brushed your way down to his groin. Bradley closed his eyes and threw his head back, growling with burning desire. All his muscles tensed at the torture of your almost-touch. His cock twitched at the simple friction of the blanket’s fabric on his sensitive skin–  he was so desperate that, at that point, he was close to giving up and just rubbing himself against your leg.

“I can do what I want Bradshaw.” You said and, suddenly, you grabbed him by his balls. The cry that escaped from his mouth was adorable. Mouth half-opened, Bradley’s face grew hot at the sensation of your skin against his. Despite the pain he had first felt, he pressed a bit more against the palm of your hand.

“Want me to relieve you?”  You purred, gently pressing your forehead against his, on which a few moist blonde curls were sticking to his skin.

“Please yes, please, please…”  He whispered, his baritone voice begging you. The heat pooling in his abdomen had turned into an uncontrollable fire. He felt it burning within almost too literally for his own good. His cock was so hard and the veins on it so swollen, that it had become uncomfortable. But these drawbacks were nothing compared to the pain in his balls – they felt heavy.

“You’re full.” You stated, gently massaging them in your hand. A loud moan escaped from Rooster’s parted lips. He thought the caresses would alleviate the tension but it only worsened it. A drop of precum dripped from the bald tip of his cock. He pressed it harder in your hand to make you understand what he wanted you to do. 

“Alright.” You said, and he felt like he was breathing again. After gently brushing the hard skin of his erection with your fingertips - causing him to wriggle his hips and whine-, you finally wrapped your hand around the thick base of his manhood.

“Oh yes… Thank you so much. Thank you!” He exclaimed, re-opening his brown eyes to look at you with endless gratitude. His irises shone with tears for he was on the verge of crying. The way he looked at you made you wetter than you already were: he was looking at you as if you were a merciful goddess. Nevertheless, the relief was short-lived. 

In fact, Bradley really thought you’d jerk him off to make him cum, thus relieving him in a powerful orgasm. But this had never been in your plans. 

You started to stroke him slowly. Each time your hand would go down, you would massage his length with your thumb in circular motions.  Bradley’s hips moved along your strokes – he had a wide smile carved on his lips, from which arousing and deep-toned moans kept coming out.

“So hungry.” You chuckled, your forehead still pressed against his. “So hard…”, You jerked him off a bit faster, which seemed to send Bradley to heaven. Finally, he thought! Finally, you allowed him to cum after days of insufferable sexual frustration. Then you stopped. 

“No! No, no, no, Y/N!” Bradley almost roared, the smile on his face vanishing as if you had just slapped him across the face. Wanting to push his boundaries, you rubbed your thumb over the tip and smeared precum along his needy cock. 

“FUCK!” Bradley’s upper lip twitched, his mustache following the movement. He breathed heavily, trying hard not to cry but his self-control was about to break down. After teasing him for a few seconds by barely touching him or by rubbing his tip, you grabbed his cock again. Your grip tightened around it, and you jerked him in an unrelenting tempo from the get-go. This time, Bradshaw could not help but whimper, while digging his nails into the palm of his hands.

You smirk, enjoying how he responded to your touch. Long trails of sweat had started running from his forehead, neck, and chest, for his body was boiling from within. His thighs shook because your second hand had started kneading his balls.

“F-Faster.” He begged between moans and whining, but you kept the same pace. Displeased, Bradley thrust his hips to drive his begging manhood faster into your fist. His heart was racing in his chest, about to explode, but he did not want to stop until he cum all over your flight suit. You feel his cock throbbing in your hand and thought it was the best moment to slow down the rhythm right before the long-awaited climax. Bradley cried louder and, completely destroyed,  burst into tears.

“Oh Bradley, what’s wrong?” Your voice was like a candy-coated blade, it seemed sweet but was sharp enough to cut him into pieces. Now, he was the one crying, you thought. You slightly uplifted your body until Rooster’s head was at your chest level. As soon as he noticed it, he buried his face in your breasts and whimpered for more.

“Please let me cum, I’m so sorry for everything I did to you! I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I just want to cum…”

“I don’t know Roo. I like when you are a crying mess.” You pressed your thighs together, trying to ignore the wave of arousal in your dripping cunt, and quickened the pace of the handjob again.  His breath hitched.

Bradley’s tears rolled down his cheeks and smeared themselves all over your breasts, for he was sobbing and muffling his cries against your skin. His toes curled at the sensation of the pleasure building in his whole body until his cock throbbed another time. The pulsations you felt against the palm of your hand brought a sadistic smile to your face: he was on the edge of reaching climax. Stars started to dance in Bradley’s visions, and his ears buzzed.

A rain of shooting stars. His head dizzy. The fire burns hotter and hotter…

And then everything stop right before he could empty himself all over you and your bed. At this point, Bradley had to keep himself from yelling with frustration. Yelling so loud all the damn Top Gun school would have heard him. You backed off, letting his head fall sloppy against the mattress,  and got up from the bed, already zipping your flight suit back.

“I completely forgot about the appointment I have with Cyclone in five minutes,” You said with an exaggerated voice so that Bradley understood you perfectly knew it before, “ Sorry about that but you know what? I’m going to let you handcuffed and you’re going to wait for me like the good boy you are, alright?”

“No, don’t leave me… Don’t,” Bradley was still crying, unable to come back to his senses, “ You’re fucking torturing me!” He rolled up in a ball, shaking like a leaf.  A satisfying shiver ran down your spine at such a sight: he looked so vulnerable you could barely believe it was the same man who had broken your heart in million of pieces a few years ago. The one who smashed your hopes and stepped on your soul. The one who had turned you to stone.

“Pretty sure Cyclone won’t talk for too long.” You went on, lacing up your combat boots as if you had not heard him pleading.

“I beg you not to leave me! Please Y/N… Please…” 

“And I did too.  But still, you left. So… You can keep crowing like a good rooster but I’m not going to change my mind.” 

And that was it.

He had lost.