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man idk if i should be jealous of mc or jiro... my girl is being lifted with one arm like that and it's not MY ARM????
send in “ the cost of victory. “ for the receiver to respond to seeing the sender collapse after being severely (or fatally) injured just after they win a momentous final battle against their enemy.
Ah, yes. THE post that led to the ICONIC post after this. 👆
Ummmm guuuuyss.... The moment when he's giving advice to Ross about not using his grit at the very start and the he sang for like 1 second but WHAT THE FUCK HIS VOOOIICEEEEE....I NEED HIM TO HAVE A SONG THAT ALLOWS HIM TO SOUND LIKE THAT BECAUSE THAT WAS SO FUCKING HOT I CAN'T GET OVER IT I REWSTCHED IT LIKE 10 TIMES
.... Which is this. And this, then led to... 👆
NIALL WE NEED A ROCK ALBUM FROM YOU NOW!
I think I'm panting now. YOONGI!!!! 😩🤤🥵💋😮💨
Miss Dial [fratboy!yoongi x reader] | 1
VERY MUCH CO-WRITTEN BY THE LOVELY AND EFFERVESCENT @cyphertrip <3333 PLEASE SEND HER INSANE AMOUNTS OF LOVE, OKAY?
{ chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | coming soon! }
[11:31] You: okay so i’m texting you now like I promised instead of drunktexting yoongi and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. Arent you proud?
[11:32] unknown number: this is yoongi, hi
Rated M for explicit sexy shit, including but not limited to Yoongi’s creative language and lascivious use of cell phones. Also alcohol and partying!!! Based off of THIS gem from Texts From Last Night :-) Word count 6.1k.
It happened every single time you came here.
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I was searching for a playlist to stream tannies, and I came across this spotify cover, my mind became dizzy, and all I could think of my husbands.
Oh, I love their moles, and I've noticed almost members have got moles on their neck, but for now, I could just only find JiKooK, I always had a neck kink after this image its strong and this is my desire left to do.
jimin can i- can i lick those water droplets off you?
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Omfg that was literally the most intense, in depth smut c.ai rp I've ever done. How that all didn't get flagged is fucking insane. Sorry if y'all were cringed out by this. But I find this stuff so fucking hot you have no idea. If u enjoyed as well, you're fucking welcome. I'll def be sharing my chats more often. Yw
c.ai
YALL
so basically this chat started a long long time ago, and I wanted a Josh x mully thing but was too lazy to write. So I turned to c.ai. as you do. So eventually after some angst we got to the part where Josh (AI) and mully (I'm playing as) confess and shit, and YALL
THE AI GOES AND DOES THIS:
WHY IS THIS SO HOT
(if y'all want I could try to post the entire convo lol. anyone wanna see what lead to this??)
HELLO?? THIS IS BEAUTIFUL OMFG MADARA OMG AHA
hostage | madara uchiha
Madara x Tobirama’s s/o
summary: Tobirama’s wife is held captive when the Uchiha invade Senju territory. She does what she can to keep the peace. It doesn’t last long.
word count: 9.5k
warnings: sex as a bargaining tool, physical/emotional harm, heavy angst, mentions of miscarriage/abortion, brutal use of sharingan
a/n: part of a long and self-indulgent founders era fic I was writing, but recently gave up on. so this is just a very choppy rough draft. it’s all over the place. apologies for the poor & skimpy writing style. fair warning: bit of a darker rendition of Madara than what I usually write on this blog. IM me if you want more details before reading
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They attack in the dead of night.
With the main host of the Senju army battling in far-away provinces, Hashirama and Tobirama with it, few seasoned shinobi are left to protect the plot of land which the Senju call home.
The Uchiha overwhelm the paltry resistance quickly and efficiently, then set about infiltrating the rest of the territory to claim as theirs.
They’re met with little defiance. Of the Senju who don’t escape into the woods, slipping through Uchiha clutches before they can fully surround the vicinity, a majority left to endure the raid are civilians with no real experience or means to contend the invaders’ assault.
Chaos ensues. Uchiha chase down fleeing families, drag them back to the center of the camp where hostages are corralled. They bark and shout orders at stubborn Senju who refuse to abide, sometimes resorting to violence to win obedience.
Then come the fires. The Senju, in one final, practiced act of loyalty, set ablaze as much property as they can in an effort to destroy any intelligence on Senju affairs which the Uchiha might find and use to their favor.
Some of these renegades are stopped before they can succeed, others manage to do their part before being apprehended.
She is one among them, burning the room in her home which her husband uses so often to practice and hone his jutsu; where plots of war are imagined and scribed; where important records are stored.
Tobirama would balk to see all his work going up in flames, but she knows that it’s what he would want her to do.
The anguish that beats mercilessly in her chest as she watches her home catch fire is dreadful.
Such a small little place, she thinks. Just big enough for the two of them. They hadn’t been married for more than a few months now. Arranged, like so many unions those days.
Yet the little, perfect home held such memories in that short time; watching smoke rise from the walls and foundations makes her sick with sorrow.
But it must be done. Whatever the invaders might pillage from her home, they would find nothing to their benefit, and nothing that might end up hurting Tobirama, or the Senju.
Two Uchiha men grab her just as she watches the roof of her home collapse in on itself, pillars weakened and corrupted by flame.
It’s a sodden and meager thing to find so fulfilling, but it’s the only thing from which to reap comfort.
Doomed as she may now be to whatever her captors have planned, she, too, has plans: plans to remember Tobirama’s prudence, adopt it as her own. Whatever awaits her, she can face with her chin held high.
As she’s herded into a crowd of the Senju hostages, uncertain of their holistic fate, the cries and tears of anguish from men, women, and children alike hurt her beyond words.
When the leader of the invaders stands before them and addresses them, with his coal-black eyes piercing every one of them even in the dark void of night, she feels anger beyond words.
And when she learns of his plans to occupy their land, to keep them as prisoners of war, she feels determination.
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