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Unfortunately Pickles did not win the magazine photo contest so we shipped him off to the oil rig 👍
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spicyfrogbrain · 3 days
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What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.
— J.D. Salinger.
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— Eileen Myles, Maxfield Parrish: Early & New Poems (1995) & Tateishi Harumi, Clover (1934)
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spicyfrogbrain · 2 months
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no amount of mental preparation helped. i miss my baby boy so much.
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spicyfrogbrain · 2 months
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i promptly lost my mind last night, i let the alter ego out.
this made me loose my marbles so fast.
TELL ME EHY I SO VIVIDLY IMAGINED IT?
this was so good, so well written!
love you anny 💗
a/n: my answer to the which member can deep throat your strap the best. it’s chan. the answer is always chan. afab!reader. <1k. smut - minors DNI.
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that chan loved being pegged wasn’t exactly a secret - it was written all over his face, his body language and his stature and the way he held himself. he knew what he wanted and was never afraid to ask you for it when he needed it.
that he was asking you to gag him on your strap, though? that came as a bit of a shock.
he had gotten down on his knees in front of you, kissing your thigh and asking with his eyes peeking through his lashes, making it impossible to say no. not that you would have, when even the idea of him choking on your cock was enough to send you into a dizzy spiral.
leaving him kneeling on the floor while you undress and hook the strap up to your hips was so hard. his eyes followed you out of the room, already hazy in submission as he waited so patiently for you. he was nothing if not a good boy, knowing his instructions even though you hadn’t said anything to him.
when you get back, wearing just your bra and panties and the strap, he’s kneeling in the same place, shifting back and forth like he can’t help himself. there’s a growing bulge in his pants that he ignores, knowing that he won’t get what he wants if he touches himself without asking.
he’s biting at his bottom lip, and when you finally approach him and cup his face gently in your hand he relaxes his mouth. his lips are reddened and wet, plump and already so wrecked - he looks divine like this.
“hungry?” you tease him, and he nods and nuzzles his cheek into your hand, his eyes fluttering back and forth between your face and the dildo that’s so close to his mouth. you let him have that one moment of comfort before you tighten your grip on his chin, thumb digging into the flesh of his cheek. “open.”
it’s a simple order, and he follows it beautifully. he opens his mouth, tongue lolling out as he makes a noise of excitement. his mouth is so wet, drool pooling up with every passing second that he keeps it open. you rest the tip of your strap on his tongue and he immediately closes his lips around it, suckling at it while he looks up at you.
only he could make this look so innocent.
you push in a bit further, feeling when he starts to tense up a bit. you move your hand to his hair, scratching at his scalp a bit to relax him, and your cock slides into his throat with little to no resistance. his eyes flutter closed as he swallows around you.
you pop out of his mouth, keeping your grip on his hair when he tries to follow you.
“my good boy,” you coo at him and he blushes under your attention, redness creeping up from his neck to his ears. “made for this, weren’t you?”
“yes,” he rasps out, clearing his throat a bit.
you’re a little breathless just from watching him. even though you felt none of the sensation, the way he looked under you was absolutely mesmerizing. you wish you could immortalize him like this, pliant on his knees with his swollen, red lips, just for you.
he shuffles his body closer to yours, slotting himself between your legs so his crotch was pressed up against your ankle. he looks up at you again, a silent question in his eyes.
“go ahead, baby,” you tell him, and without missing a beat he’s grinding against your leg and choking himself on your strap again. his hands wander up your legs until they’re secured behind your thighs, keeping you pressed to him as he chases his release.
crystalline tears were forming under his lashes, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he would look like with mascara and eyeliner trailing down his cheeks.
another time.
you push a little farther into his mouth, and he gurgles around your cock, sending pangs of went through your entire body.
“god, you’re such a slut,” you pant out, just as affected as you would be if he has his lips wrapped around your clit. he looks up at you with wide, wet eyes, and you can see his throat spasm around the silicone as he digs his fingers further into your thighs.
he rocks his body against your foot, pushing himself further into your cock just so he could get off and it’s so sexy. he comes almost too quickly, spasming against you as he makes noises around you, muffled and indistinct.
he backs off and coughs, catching his breath before diving in for more and you can’t help yourself from falling to your knees in front of him before he could.
when you kiss him it’s a wet affair, strings of his spit connecting your lips together and it’s downright filthy but you don’t really care.
“you’re so good,” you mumble against his lips between kisses, petting every inch of him that you could reach. “you’re such a good boy, oh my god, i love you.”
“love you too,” he whispers through his wrecked throat. you jot down a mental note to make him some tea, later.
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spicyfrogbrain · 3 months
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I don't like asking, I like it from the heart
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spicyfrogbrain · 3 months
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oh
oH
i’ll be reading this the minute i get home.
already in love.
a/n: my answer to the which member can deep throat your strap the best. it’s chan. the answer is always chan. afab!reader. <1k. smut - minors DNI.
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that chan loved being pegged wasn’t exactly a secret - it was written all over his face, his body language and his stature and the way he held himself. he knew what he wanted and was never afraid to ask you for it when he needed it.
that he was asking you to gag him on your strap, though? that came as a bit of a shock.
he had gotten down on his knees in front of you, kissing your thigh and asking with his eyes peeking through his lashes, making it impossible to say no. not that you would have, when even the idea of him choking on your cock was enough to send you into a dizzy spiral.
leaving him kneeling on the floor while you undress and hook the strap up to your hips was so hard. his eyes followed you out of the room, already hazy in submission as he waited so patiently for you. he was nothing if not a good boy, knowing his instructions even though you hadn’t said anything to him.
when you get back, wearing just your bra and panties and the strap, he’s kneeling in the same place, shifting back and forth like he can’t help himself. there’s a growing bulge in his pants that he ignores, knowing that he won’t get what he wants if he touches himself without asking.
he’s biting at his bottom lip, and when you finally approach him and cup his face gently in your hand he relaxes his mouth. his lips are reddened and wet, plump and already so wrecked - he looks divine like this.
“hungry?” you tease him, and he nods and nuzzles his cheek into your hand, his eyes fluttering back and forth between your face and the dildo that’s so close to his mouth. you let him have that one moment of comfort before you tighten your grip on his chin, thumb digging into the flesh of his cheek. “open.”
it’s a simple order, and he follows it beautifully. he opens his mouth, tongue lolling out as he makes a noise of excitement. his mouth is so wet, drool pooling up with every passing second that he keeps it open. you rest the tip of your strap on his tongue and he immediately closes his lips around it, suckling at it while he looks up at you.
only he could make this look so innocent.
you push in a bit further, feeling when he starts to tense up a bit. you move your hand to his hair, scratching at his scalp a bit to relax him, and your cock slides into his throat with little to no resistance. his eyes flutter closed as he swallows around you.
you pop out of his mouth, keeping your grip on his hair when he tries to follow you.
“my good boy,” you coo at him and he blushes under your attention, redness creeping up from his neck to his ears. “made for this, weren’t you?”
“yes,” he rasps out, clearing his throat a bit.
you’re a little breathless just from watching him. even though you felt none of the sensation, the way he looked under you was absolutely mesmerizing. you wish you could immortalize him like this, pliant on his knees with his swollen, red lips, just for you.
he shuffles his body closer to yours, slotting himself between your legs so his crotch was pressed up against your ankle. he looks up at you again, a silent question in his eyes.
“go ahead, baby,” you tell him, and without missing a beat he’s grinding against your leg and choking himself on your strap again. his hands wander up your legs until they’re secured behind your thighs, keeping you pressed to him as he chases his release.
crystalline tears were forming under his lashes, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he would look like with mascara and eyeliner trailing down his cheeks.
another time.
you push a little farther into his mouth, and he gurgles around your cock, sending pangs of went through your entire body.
“god, you’re such a slut,” you pant out, just as affected as you would be if he has his lips wrapped around your clit. he looks up at you with wide, wet eyes, and you can see his throat spasm around the silicone as he digs his fingers further into your thighs.
he rocks his body against your foot, pushing himself further into your cock just so he could get off and it’s so sexy. he comes almost too quickly, spasming against you as he makes noises around you, muffled and indistinct.
he backs off and coughs, catching his breath before diving in for more and you can’t help yourself from falling to your knees in front of him before he could.
when you kiss him it’s a wet affair, strings of his spit connecting your lips together and it’s downright filthy but you don’t really care.
“you’re so good,” you mumble against his lips between kisses, petting every inch of him that you could reach. “you’re such a good boy, oh my god, i love you.”
“love you too,” he whispers through his wrecked throat. you jot down a mental note to make him some tea, later.
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spicyfrogbrain · 3 months
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i’ve died alone in my room 3000 times nothing you can say can hurt me.
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spicyfrogbrain · 3 months
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She’s 19 now boys 💪
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spicyfrogbrain · 3 months
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‼️Even if you are not a Teume please please please spread awareness to what Choi Hyunsuk (Treasure) is going through. ‼️Please stop hating on idols and their fans.
A TikTok creator by the name Blasianwhite created rumors that Hyunsuk did gang signs when hyunsuk was quoting ATEEZ. This creator would have thought MANY times before posting. And came to the conclusion that Hyunsuk has done CA so he MUST BE INTO DOING GANG SIGNS. They way he presents himself doesn’t make him a “gang banger” YOU THINK THAT WEARING THOSE KIND OF BRAIDS INSTANTLY MAKES SOME ONE A GANG BANGER?!?
Yes I am glad you apologised but your video that you deleted got THOUSANDS OF LIKES and he has gotten THOUSANDS of PEOPLE HATING ON HIM. The damage is done. What we as teumes don’t understand is that WHY is he getting punched and treated like FUCKING DOG just for you to say “well he did CA 🤓☝️”
Doing FUCKING CA AND DEGRADING SOMEONE AND BULLYING SOME IS ON TWO DIFFERENT LEVELS
This creator explains what Hyunsuk has to go through PERFECTLY
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If you don’t know treasure. They are so so talented and respectful. Hyunsuk has a heart of gold. This man even asked the Teumes if we’ll still like him if his style changes, if he dyes his hare, IF HE BECOMES SKINNIER. Like truly loves being an idol. And as his fandom he ARE trying educate him (yg is just a bitch)
On my TikTok I’ve had my fair share of fan wars and it so overwhelming. As multi Stan seeing your own fandom. Hating on other groups and fandoms disgusts me
Do you have any life
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spicyfrogbrain · 3 months
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dni lists don't work and i am well aware of this but just know that if you are a zionist/pro-israel and/or you think the israel/palestine situation is a "neutral situation" please know that you are extremely unwelcome here and will be made to feel that way. free palestine
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spicyfrogbrain · 4 months
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warnings: daphho (aka just minho dressed as daphne and in his sexy auntie lino wig except for it’s orange. probs set in the same universe as velmgmin, just another party!), dom!minho, clothed blowjob in a bathroom, crossdressing, degradation.
*lino voice* surpriiiise! thanks juno & bee for entertaining me w this idea! 💜💚 my first “longer” post after a super major mega writer’s block and it’s something wacky lmao. enjoy!
“you’re- you’re not wearing boxers?”
“no i’m not wearing boxers! do you see how tight this little dress is?” minho gestures down to the skirt of said tight little dress and looks at you with raised eyebrows. you can still hear the bass thumping downstairs from your new apparent hangout spot in seungmin’s bathroom. “you’d see lines. we don’t want lines.”
no we don’t, he’s right. one less layer between you and that gorgeous, thick cock.
truthfully you don’t know why your monkey brain asked him that of all things. you know he’s not wearing boxers; you were with him when he changed. you zipped up his dress after he helped you put on your angel wings.
the sheer, lavender tights were a nice touch too. you’d told minho when you were getting dressed together before the party that he didn’t have to wear them, but no. minho is as dedicated as he is stubborn. he sat on the edge of your bed and sexily pulled them up his beautiful dancer legs while you stared at them for so long you didn’t notice you left the sink running in your bathroom.
“i don’t think you pulled me in here to ask if i had on underwear though, mm?” minho asks, tugging you closer to him by your hips. “i think my angel wants something naughty.”
you don’t hesitate before nodding your head and looking into his eyes with your own pleading ones. minho juts his chin down to the floor, and suddenly you’re on your knees in front of him.
did you even remember to lock the door?
pulling his dress up takes both of you; it’s a little funny and a lot sexy. minho smiles that mischievous smile at you, and god you’re glad you’re on the floor already because you would have fell to your knees.
not only because of his devil-bunny smile but because of the sight in front of you now. with minho’s dress out of the way, you have a clear view of his already hardening cock. it’s trapped by the tights, precum beginning to bead at the tip and leaking through the nylon.
you make to ease the hem of them down his hips, but minho is quick to stop you.
“just like this. through them.”
oh fuck.
you’ll save the leaking head of his cock for later as a yummy little treat. you start at the base of him, mouthing roughly and making sure that your spit soaks through his tights to wet his cock. you could do without the taste of the nylon, you want to taste his cock bare, but this is hotter than you could have dreamed. you turn your head to the side so your lips could bracket the outline of his cock, and your pussy throbs when minho hisses.
“lower. lower, go on. eat up, since you’re so desperate for it.” his balls, tight and ruddy pink, you wouldn’t dare forget about those. you suck and lick at them as best as you can, and minho helps you by bending a little at the knee and leaning back slightly on the bathroom counter. his legs spread and you shake your head so your tongue lolls out against them.
“dirty fucking thing, look at you. a slutty, whore angel on the dirty floor of a bathroom to suck cock. is that what angels do?”
you pull away from his balls with a heavy breath. you teeter on your knees, and minho steadies you with his hands in your hair. “‘s what your angel does.”
“shit, that’s right. that’s fucking right.”
the front of his tights are soaked with your spit and his precum that you still haven’t allowed yourself to taste, but you’ve waited long enough. you trail your tongue to the flushed head of his cock and lick desperately at it to finally taste him.
you raise yourself slightly on your knees so that you can suck the tip into your mouth as far as you can. the tight nylon doesn’t give much, but you hollow your cheeks hard, desperate to make minho feel good and make him cum. his hands once again come to the back of your head and hold you down, and his hips thrust up to meet the pressure of your mouth. his cock can’t sink any further into that silky heat, and it makes him grunt.
“god, who fucking- taught you how to suck cock like that? huh? fuck, you love it. had to pull me into kim seungmin’s bathroom just to have it, didn’t you? yeah, open. open- fuck, kitty, shit!”
he’s gonna cum. minho’s quick to yank your head off of his cock, and you release him with a cry. you want it back, but he’s a step ahead of you. minho tugs the band of the tights down just enough to free the head of his cock, and he jerks himself off over the nylon until his thighs shake and he cums hard.
you rush you seal your mouth over his throbbing tip, finally tasting him bare like you wanted in the first place and having him cum in your mouth. he pets your hair as he comes down from his high, breath just as shaky as his thick thighs are.
minho takes your hands and helps you to your feet, cooing at the indents in your knees from where you were kneeling on the cold tile floor. he fixes his wig next, untangling it with his fingers and tossing his hair over a broad shoulder. you do the same, checking your messy makeup in the mirror and touching it up as best you can while minho struggles to pull his dress down over his thighs again.
“you know, why didn’t you just dress like that guy? fred. couple’s costume or whatever.” minho asks as he turns from the mirror. he stands on his tiptoes so he can sit on the counter instead, and you can’t help but notice the way his thighs squish when he sits. he’s wearing go-go boots. he’s cute. you’ll keep him.
“are you saying i’m too dirty to be an angel? and besides, daphne is dating velma, not fred. that’s a whole thing, isn’t it? there’s a velma downstairs!”
“i am not dating kim seungmin.”
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WAIT AHHH
making seungmin dress as Velma just so I can suck him off under the skirt yes that's the dream
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“hurry up. we’re going to be late,” seungmin grumbles, pushing the thick rimmed black glasses back up his nose. as if he’s not the reason you’re in this situation anyways. seungmin was the one who saw you in your little purple dress and lime green silk scarf and promptly decided he needed his dick in your mouth.
“whose fault is that?!” you pull back from his tip and flick roughly at his thigh in retaliation. you roll your eyes at seungmin’s mumble of yours. “oh sure, my fault, blame me.”
“i- i will, shit, suck my cock. come on.” seungmin takes hold of the purple headband in your hair and throws it on the bed so he can grip your hair in his fist. “be good and suck my fucking cock.”
you’re about to argue again when seungmin pushes you down, and your mouth is full of him. you scramble for a hold on his burnt-orange skirt so you can hold it up, maybe even to see his face when you suck. maybe not though.
“no, pull it back down. just- ah, be a good little cock sleeve.” seungmin uses his other hand to pry your fingers from his skirt, and the fabric falls back down over your face. “there you go.”
your throat makes a messy noise from where his cock fucks into your mouth, and you’re worried the spit dripping from your chin is going to stain your pretty dress. it’s stuffy under his skirt, but this way you’re surrounded by the heady musk of him. seungmin uses his tight grip on your hair to push you down fully so your nose is pressed against his lower stomach, and he grunts when the tip of your tongue wiggles against his balls.
“i’m cumming- cumming, shit. stay there, drink it all.”
you do, as usual, throat clicking as you fight to swallow all the cum he’s given you. when he’s done, seungmin pulls you back by the hair and you wobble, oxygen deprived.
“woah there. messy,” seungmin smiles. he wipes your hair from your sweaty forehead and attempts to smooth down your messy strands.
“jinkies. your fault.”
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spicyfrogbrain · 4 months
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spicyfrogbrain · 4 months
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if we weren’t meant to be friends, why would you keep responding and entertaining the idea just to fucking talk shit and tear me down. then why the second i stand up for myself make me sound like a psychopath, why would you take the words that came out of my mouth and use them as your own.
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spicyfrogbrain · 4 months
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Girl dad!Chan lets his girls paint his nails various shades of pink and his hairs in 12 hair ties sticking in various directions while they both giggle at their dads pretend grumbling about how he used to wear all black until they came along. They’re all sat cross legged on the floor while the kids add glitter and gems to their masterpiece, some straying from his hand when they desperately plead he needs fake studded earrings. Eventually, the twins get bored and want to play something else. When you return home you hear them all before you’ve even unlocked the front door and when you do, your greeted by Chan running by with an unusual hair style and his daughters butterfly style fairy wings strapped to his back.
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