part two hundred and eighteen

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[(Anonymous)]

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<img src0http://i.imgur.com/3HwRx88.jpg> kai and his hairy legs in hd i'm beginning to understand furry kink lmao

[(Anonymous)]

yep

[(Anonymous)]

i want exo to go on radio shows again

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[(Anonymous)]

kai and his hairy legs in hd i'm beginning to understand furry kink lmao

[(Anonymous)]

omfg anon kai's legs aren't furry little animals

[(Anonymous)]

i just realized after posting that, that this was my first het!sex fic as well as my first genderbent fic

all i write is gayppars and broship i'm sorry if it's shitty porn anons

[(Anonymous)]

i was like he'd be such a great lay and then last gif and i'm laughing. he's so cute and hot

[(Anonymous)]

dda public humiliation kink

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[(Anonymous)]

/anon/

i wanted to say focus on the butt but sobs

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[(Anonymous)]

anon why would that make you understand furries?

[(Anonymous)]

lmao you sure about that?

[(Anonymous)]

same lmao he wanted out it was so obvious

[(Anonymous)]

they never went to any for overdose :c

[(Anonymous)]

you dun good anon

[(Anonymous)]

omg i got a gold star wow i want to thank my mom and my dad and america and the dallas stars and i just this is the best moment of my life thank you thank you sniff

[(Anonymous)]

m2

do you happen to know if that sukai one ever got subbed?

[(Anonymous)]

yeah ik sighs i like overdose sfm. wish it has gone better for them but w/e really next comeback will be better but idk when that is... hopefully end of year

^^

[(Anonymous)]

omg anons... normal male (or female!!!!) body hair does not make you a furry jfc lmfao step away from the waxed dudes

wc!au: team dage - crime/swap au

[(Anonymous)]

1643w

sort of based on the cover for this fanmix lol

Re: wc!au: team dage - crime/swap au

[(Anonymous)]

collapse

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[(Anonymous)]

anonnnn i was j o k i n g pls don't take it at face value /o\

Re: wc!au: team dage - crime/swap au

[(Anonymous)]

it’s 3am. an enormous gleaming bentley rolls into a dilapidated, shambolic neighborhood. the air is filled with the stench of human filth and the odors from a bloated corpse of an unidentifiable animal rotting in a ditch. a tall, tanned woman in a silky leopard-print dress dripping with diamonds and a gold bejewelled scepter in her right hand steps out, seemingly unfazed by the foul stench or the sorry state of the place. she struts like a fashion model towards a worn-down southern plantation-style villa and raps smartly at the door. a muscular bodyguard with a browning automatic rifle slung casually over one shoulder answers it and beams.

“lady taofany, always a pleasure.”

she inclines her head at him, her feline eyes narrowed.

“i’m sorry, but no weapons allowed in the house.”

taofany flicks her wrist, and the scepter unravels into a far more deadly-looking rod. the notorious ninja assassin lady taofany’s preferred means of torture.

“try to stop me,” she purrs, tracing his biceps with the tip of her rod. he doesn’t.

she descends the spiral staircase decorated with fleurs de lys into the secret underground bunker beneath the house, entering a stylish, spacious chamber. it’s sparsely furnished--industrial-chic was what they called it these days--with polished stone floors and exposed pipes running along the ceiling and bare pillars. fat koi fish swim and twirl idly in glass tank by the wall. a heavy mahogany pool table sits alone in the middle of the room. carefully-framed newspaper clippings line the brick walls, some yellowed and some recent, in chronological order. the boss liked to keep track of her girls’ exploits. a device whirs and clicks softly in a dark corner of the room.

“tao, you bitch, you’re so fucking late,” a girl with kohl-lined eyes and skin-tight yellow hot pants screeches, striding over to the tanned woman to put her into a headlock. “were you doing your makeup again? i should just put a fire under your ass. literally.” baekyeon was a talented hitwoman with a penchant for setting her victims ablaze. she said she liked the way they screamed.

tao scoffs and slips a hand over baekyeon’s face to push her back while sweeping her legs out from under her. baekyeon is lying on the floor in a matter of seconds with the tip of tao’s diamond-studded shoe pressed into her throat. there was a good reason why baekyeon was the arsonist and not a ninja assassin. she lacked finesse.

a soft snickering has the ninja glancing up just in time to avoid crashing into the lean, long-limbed girl who’s just dislodged herself from the ceiling.

“soojong!” tao shouts, exasperated. “don’t you ever take the stairs?” soojong, known to most as the robber ballerina, preferred pirouetting to turning and prancing to walking. she had a wild, mad-eyed look about her, like a leopard on the prowl. her sleek black velvet suit shone like the fur of a wildcat and molded to her shapely hips and thighs like a second skin.

“quit yapping,” soojong says, unamused, her soft, full lips curling into a snarl. “babyface has been waiting for you.” the clicking in the background grows ominously louder, more frenetic.

“sorry,” tao says, not really meaning it. she studies her nails. they look great. that extra coat of glitter was totally worth it.

click click click click.

more whirring.

the three assassins wait tersely in silence.

then there’s a loud, resounding final click as the last piece of the rubik’s cube slides into place. their mob boss lusica “babyface” han places the completed cube calmly on the table as she joins them.

lithe and luminous and impossibly beautiful in a way that other women could only achieve through surgical means, lusica’s hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail and she’s dressed in a bright purple velour tracksuit and knee-high boots. there’s a glint in her otherwise pretty eyes that suggests she isn’t quite as sane as her well-put together demeanor would’ve let on.

“let’s talk shop,” lusica announces. she hoists herself up onto the pool table in one fluid motion and sits there cross-legged holding a manila folder. she unwinds the string on the folder and extracts a creamy sheet of paper. “our jobs for the week.”

in a flash the girls join lusica at the pool table. this is what their weekly meet-ups are all about. on a good week the team receives two or three serious job offers ranging from large-scale bank robberies to hits, usually on other syndicate members or the odd henchman gone rogue. on a regular week it’s usually boring crap like jewelry theft and shakedowns and replenishing some spoiled rich brat’s coke supply. tao’s spidey senses are tingling now, the way they usually do when there’s a promising job list. and going by the number of times lusica is smoothing the lined paper out, it is very promising indeed.

“our first client is joonmyeon.” baekyeon leans forward. joonmyeon was a regular client who paid well and tipped generously. “he’s requested a kidnapping of his former aide kim jongdae. to be delivered unscathed.”

tao snorts. “former aide? is that what they’re calling fucktoys these days?”

“i wouldn’t know, but you probably should,” baekyeon snipes. “sehun, ravi, chenchen, what do they like to be called?” tao rolls her eyes and flicks her hair out of her face. “a girl has her needs,” is all she says.

if lusica has overheard the conversation, she doesn’t let on. “next,” she says flatly. “someone’s ordered a grade-a hit on park chanyeol.” baekyeon freezes visibly at the mention of her ex-boyfriend, a look of stunned surprise crossing her soft features.

“i’ll take this one,” tao says quickly, sympathetically. she never knew the handsome arsonist who’d taught baekyeon all she knew about setting shit on fire the way baekyeon and soojong had. lusica hums a note of assent and makes a note on the paper.

baekyeon is still visibly shaken, and tao can see her lips tightening. a grade-a hit means that someone is willing to pay a lot of money to kill park chanyeol. chanyeol’s talent for violence and reputation for ruthlessness in the underworld probably contributed to his hefty price tag. if the girls refused the job, there would be plenty of other hitmen for hire who’d be happy to do it in a heartbeat.

“you’ll find our second hit target familiar too,” lusica says unrelentingly. “the chinese triad boss zhang yixing.” now it’s soojong doing a double take; they’d been involved in an on-off relationship for months at one point. yixing had been an accomplished dancer as well and they’d gotten on like a house on fire until he climbed the ranks in the chinese mafia and became so dead inside, so fucked up, that it was no longer possible to tell when he was on mind-altering drugs or sober. killing him would be euthanasia, but soojong still feels a twinge of nostalgia for the hopeless romantic who’d once taken her to watch ballet performances in the park.

“this week’s list is daebak,” tao mutters.

“i’ll do it,” soojong says finally. there is an uncomfortable silence. tao’s mouth is open. lusica arches an eyebrow at her.

“are you sure?” she asks.

soojong nods. “i owe him that much.” there is steel in her voice. it’ll be quick and painless, she tells herself. easy as pie. a clean shot to the heart immediately so that she can still run her hands through his hair as the life force is drained out of him.

lusica turns to baekyeon. “that means the kim jongdae kidnapping is yours.” baekyeon jerks her head in acknowledgement, but her eyes are still glassed over. tao knows that the kim jongdae kidnapping would probably go to herself. baekyeon’d want to do the honors personally.

“and we have a fourth job, so i’ll be taking it,” lusica says. “you have 48 hours to carry out your jobs. and i’d remind you,” she levels a gaze coolly at baekyeon, “that if you fail, you can start picking out your burial spot.” her tone is light, but they know she isn’t kidding.

lusica hops off the table, waving a hand at them. “meeting’s over.” tao turns to soojong, to try to offer comfort, but the ballerina has already sidled away noiselessly. baekyeon is already marching stiffly towards the spiral staircase. tao gives lusica a two-fingered salute. “heartless as always, boss. i’m digging it.”

then tao’s gone, as well, the gold of her scepter twinkling away into the distance.

as the girls slip away lusica takes out the paper and looks at it again. her face is still a serene mask, but her heart is hammering. the sight of the last name on the list sends another unpleasant jolt through her.

her fingers fumble as they pick her phone up from the table and punch in numbers she’s committed to memory. he picks up almost immediately.

“lujie?” he says, his voice warm. “i’ve missed you.”

lusica closes her eyes and exhales slowly. in her mind’s eye she can picture his familiar, crooked grin, his eyes bright as a summer’s day. his sculpted arms, lifting her easily onto the pool table in the very room, upon which he’d had her clutching to him and crying out his name. xiumin, the chinese name she’d given him when her parents couldn’t pronounce his korean one. minseok-ah, when his cock slid into hers, his thumb rubbing hard circles into her clit the way she liked it as she came.

“minseok,” she says into the phone. her right hand caresses the length of her trusty glock pistol in slow, measured strokes. “come over when you’re done.”

[(Anonymous)]

dda this was literally me u_u

[(Anonymous)]

a sehun fansite just closed u___u not my opeger but i'm sad

[(Anonymous)]

which one?