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prfm-multiverse · 7 months
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tomorrowxtogether · 9 months
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fuckyeahleaderonew · 2 years
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kmexk · 1 year
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Buzz Rhythm
2023. 02. 03
Hello Yesterday
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nmemory · 1 year
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BUZZ RHYTHM LIVE
2022.11.06
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https://mdpr.jp/music/detail/3443085
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kalopsic-lagomorph · 2 months
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something avout troll eggs coming from love (towards self or another person) is really cute to me
how jd happened i think
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featuring my parentzones briar rose and mangrove
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more context in tags
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snowpark-daily · 2 months
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Day 163
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iwamotos · 2 months
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(240217) snow man - 'love trigger' @ buzz rhythm 02
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blackstarising · 2 years
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inhales sharply i'm having a jimmy neutron brain blast but like? what if buzz wasn't named for buzz aldrin?
like. what if his mom was the commander on the star command base in madrid? and when commander aster lightyear comes back from maternity leave with little patrick john austin lightyear (yes, two middle names, she and larry ended up compromising) strapped to her chest, stormy blue eyes wide, the other officers fall in love with him almost instantly.
and as he grows, toddling around at his mother's heels, he's known for running a little faster than he knows how and blowing neverending raspberries as he does so, shaky arms out wide.
one day, he's following this routine in a yellow flannel shirt. one of the officers spies him and crouches down to his level, with a cheery, "well, hey, look at you, buzz! bumbling around your mama flower like a little bee."
aster giggles. he freezes. blinks once, twice, then inhales deeply and blows the strongest raspberry he can muster.
"that's right. keep on buzzin', scout."
and so he did.
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i just had sex and it was nice but it wasn’t with who i want :( i still miss him
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daisyachain · 1 year
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the Banana Fish soundtrack cover is a vision of hell.
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prfm-multiverse · 4 months
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tomorrowxtogether · 9 months
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fuckyeahleaderonew · 2 years
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ozataku · 3 months
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[X] 220108 日本テレビ バズリズム02 official__INI
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sweet-as-an-angel · 4 months
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Virgin! König
Warnings: 18+, Virgin! König, Rough! König, Huge Cock! König, Stomach Bulging, Size Difference, Praise, Unprotected Sex, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.
A behemoth pounding a comparatively tiny thing like you was, to the untrained eye, a complete mismatch. Especially when one could so easily spy the bulge in your stomach, the lengths to which your hole was stretched to accommodate his size, and the sheer weight with which his cock pinned you against the mattress. 
But they wouldn’t see the feral gleam in König’s eye, the need to mark you as his plain as day in the pace with which he thrusts, the bulging of his veins along his shaft, and the fervency with which the head of his length sobs, thick globs of pre-cum making his entrance only a scintilla easier as the girth of his cock renders re-entry almost impossible. 
Almost.
You know that telling him to slow down would be pointless now; a plea upon deaf ears. Especially as König all but sees god in his rapidly-approaching orgasm. His pupils are blown wide beneath half-lidded eyes, his lips suffocating as he presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to yours. He pants, moaning, groaning, grunting with every exhale. 
He halts, – only for a second – and pulls out before gripping your legs and throwing your knees over his shoulder. He slams back in, hitting a spot deep within you. You can only scream as he resumes his animal pace, slamming into you more times than you can count, reaching a place no other man ever could.
“Doing– s-such a good job, Köni,” you coo between stilted gasps, hands gripping the pillow encasing your head, your crown hitting the headboard. He whimpers at your praise, biting his lip as he looks down at you, gazes upon the battlefield of bruises, bites and welts he’d pressed into your skin. He buries his mouth into the crook of your knee. He bites, suckling, burns the word ‘Mine’ into your skin.
And you can only lay there and take it, every sensibility being thoroughly pounded out of you with each shunt of König’s hips. And to think that this was his first time. Yet, he’s managed to break you down into such a state of fatigued euphoria that you can scarcely believe it. If it hadn’t been for the feverish, feral look in his eye, the sloppy rhythm to which he tries so desperately to abide, and his unwavering need to please you – praising you for taking his cock while almost sobbing amidst the buzz building in his core – you’d have assumed he’d been at this longer far than you have.
It only takes your clenching around him, trying to seize him as his unrelenting pace proves too much for you, that brings this giant to his knees. With your walls bearing down on him, strangling his member between robes of scorching velvet, it takes one final squeeze to wring König for all he’s worth.
He lets go a high-pitched, strangled moan as the knot in his abdomen snaps, a preliminary twitch of his most prominent vein your only warning before he’s flooding you with his semen. He throws his head back, eyes screwing shut as an electric storm sets his very being alight. You can feel his load pumping into you, filling you past full. Some trickles out, viscous and plentiful, in the little space where you and König are joined.
He can’t stop himself from collapsing on top of you as your knees fall from his shoulders. König uses what little remains of his strength to stop himself from crushing you with his gargantuan frame. His head hangs just above your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. You swear you feel his drool dripping onto the pillow, just catching the edge of your marked, burning flesh. His tongue lolls out of his mouth, his teeth grazing your shoulder.
“Scheiße, (Y/N),” he whispers, his voice thin, his breathing deep.
Whatever reservations he’d had about the temptations of the flesh had been thoroughly eradicated thanks to you. But now, he faced another issue; trying to get a handle on his newfound libido – all without destroying you in the process.
This is going to be a long night.
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