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Hehe my birthday is tomorrow and I’m grilling hehe :3 I’m so excited gonna grill up some steak and chicken and have a pretty salad with yummy things in it heheh I’m so excited idk why lol but I love salads :3 especially ones with meats and things oh and I’m gonna make a pasta salad too :))))
oh this my cutesy bear bag hehe
I added my Hokuto and Mark charm to it :) it’s so cute @atinystaypixie @wh0sthe5pecial0ne @etumettie89 :3333 ALSO I FINALLY GOT MY HRTZ.WAV ALBUM TODAY HEHEHEHEEH SO EXCITED TO OPEN IT
GIRL IKKKK!!! AAHHHH EHEHEHEHEHHE! Im so happy u r doing something for ur bday. But like- I WANNA COME I WANNA GRILL SO BAD TOOO OMMGG!😭 I keep telling my fam we need to buy a new one so i can grill this summer😩 SEND ME PIICCSS OF UR FOOD! Girl dont get me started on salads, we have the best salad spots near me and they load up your salad with toppings. Theyre so addictive. The way I am actually considering doing this for my bday too cuz everything is so expensive and having an at home party is sounding better n better by the day lol. IM SO HAPPY FOR YOOUUU GAAAHHH AGAIN SEND ME PICS UK IM A FOODIE N LOVE FOOD !!
THE MARK CHAIN EHEHEHEHEHE! SEND ME PICS OF THE HRTZ WAV ALBUM TOO JUSEYYOOOO
YESSS HEHEHEH I’M SO HAPPY AND EXCITED TOO HEHEH I WILL SEND PICS YES PICS OF EVERYTHING THE FOOD THE PRESENTS HEHEEH I WILL POST THEM TOO HEHEH BUT YESSS YOU SHOULD DEF GRILL IT’S SO FUN AND YUMMY TOO I DEF RECOMMEND A SALAD BAR IT’S GONNA BE SO FUN :3
GAAHHH THANKYYAAAA!!
Hehe my birthday is tomorrow and I’m grilling hehe :3 I’m so excited gonna grill up some steak and chicken and have a pretty salad with yummy things in it heheh I’m so excited idk why lol but I love salads :3 especially ones with meats and things oh and I’m gonna make a pasta salad too :))))
oh this my cutesy bear bag hehe
I added my Hokuto and Mark charm to it :) it’s so cute @atinystaypixie @wh0sthe5pecial0ne @etumettie89 :3333 ALSO I FINALLY GOT MY HRTZ.WAV ALBUM TODAY HEHEHEHEEH SO EXCITED TO OPEN IT
GIRL IKKKK!!! AAHHHH EHEHEHEHEHHE! Im so happy u r doing something for ur bday. But like- I WANNA COME I WANNA GRILL SO BAD TOOO OMMGG!😭 I keep telling my fam we need to buy a new one so i can grill this summer😩 SEND ME PIICCSS OF UR FOOD! Girl dont get me started on salads, we have the best salad spots near me and they load up your salad with toppings. Theyre so addictive. The way I am actually considering doing this for my bday too cuz everything is so expensive and having an at home party is sounding better n better by the day lol. IM SO HAPPY FOR YOOUUU GAAAHHH AGAIN SEND ME PICS UK IM A FOODIE N LOVE FOOD !!
THE MARK CHAIN EHEHEHEHEHE! SEND ME PICS OF THE HRTZ WAV ALBUM TOO JUSEYYOOOO
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You have this… habit that drives Kento insane. You'll get all dolled up - pretty dress, makeup done nice, not a hair out of place - and walk right out the door for date night.
That's not the issue.
It's when you get home and before the front door is even fully closed, before you take your heels off, you're slipping your panties down your thighs and off your legs, leaving them on the entryway floor. At least you have the decency to wear them in public, god forbid you didn't and leave wet spots in every seat you sat in.
He follows you into the bedroom after, where you're lying on your stomach, scrolling on your phone, dress riding up to expose the bottom of your ass cheeks. Kento takes a deep breath at the glistening mess already coating your thighs, loosening his tie as he crosses the room to you.
He kneels on the floor next to the mattress, strong hands finding your hips to flip you onto your back. The dress rides up even further, fully exposing your dripping cunt to him when he pushes your knees into your chest.
Kento kisses his way up from your knee to your sensitive inner thighs, sucking and nipping and licking at your skin before diving into your pussy.
He never orders dessert when you go to dinner, he doesn't have to when he knows his dessert is coming home with him.
Wanna do a DPR Ian theme 🤔
Should i include intak too🤔
My fav part about getting notifs about notes is seeing all the random n unhinged acct names. It’s quite funny to me ~ 🧚🏽♀️
Wanna do a DPR Ian theme 🤔
“This kink is problematic when you think about it” ohhhhhh shit ok lemme head on over to the kink store and trade these kinks in for one that make my jackoff fantasies morally superior
📖: Toji lets his wife control every part of his life and loves it.
🔍: Fluff, Black!reader, mentions of gambling (not bad), married life, responsible soft!Toji, loving relationship, doting husband!Toji, construction worker!Toji, mechanic!Toji, wife!reader, they're more southern than anything
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Toji had no problem with letting his wife control everything he does. In fact, he is the one who told her to do it. There was objection at first because you weren’t the controlling type, nor had you expected that from him of all people. This is the same man you have seen bark orders on a construction site, flip tires with one hand, and scolded a poor trainee until he cried. The same man who could walk into the breakroom without a word and cause everyone to scurry away was the same man who wanted to relinquish all control over his life to you.
It made sense to Toji and was as natural as breathing. You were the one who was taking care of the home more than him, so why wouldn’t you control everything? You aren’t a housewife, you have a well paying job. He’s offered to retire you, but you weren’t miserable working and enjoyed making money. Chores are set equally and he’ll clean or fix anything you tell him to. The plates need to be on this shelf and not that one? He’s on it. Clothes need washing? Got it! Want him to clean the bathroom while you finish sweeping and mopping? Done!
You knew what the house needed and picked better quality groceries, so why wouldn’t he take inventory for the shopping list to make your grocery trip easier. He still gets confused between cabbage and lettuce and zucchini and cucumber. It was better for you both if he stuck to what he knew.
Monthly Checkups and Grumpy Soldiers
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The first thing everyone notices about you is the color pink.
Pink scrubs. Pink pens. A pink clipboard covered in tiny pastel stickers—hearts, flowers, and a little cartoon bandage with a smiley face on it.
The second thing everyone notices is that you aren’t afraid of Ghost.
Which, according to the entire base, makes you either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.
You hear the warnings your first week.
Soap leans against the med bay counter one morning while you organize gauze rolls, watching you with mild disbelief. “Ye know who that is, right?”
You glance up from the gauze rolls. “Who?”
“The big skull mask bloke who walks around like death himself.”
Gaz laughs from the doorway. “Lieutenant Ghost. Terrifies recruits for fun..? Breaks doors instead of knocking. That one?”
You blink once.
“Oh.”
Soap waits for you to react properly.
You simply shrug. “He seems nice.”
Soap nearly chokes.
The truth is, you’ve already met him.
It was two days ago. He walked past the med bay after training, boots heavy against the tile, gear slung over one shoulder. He’s massive—broad shoulders, tall enough that the overhead lights catch on the edges of the skull mask he never takes off.
You looked up from your desk.
And you smiled.
“Good afternoon..” a pause to look at the name Velcroed to his chest “Lieutenant Riley.”
He stopped walking.
People don’t greet him like that. You could tell by the way the hallway went quiet.
He stared at you for a moment through the black eye sockets of the mask, eyes dark and unreadable.
“…Afternoon.”
His voice was low. Almost.. hesitant?
You nodded politely and went back to writing on your clipboard.
Like it was completely normal.
After that, you greet him every time you see him.
“Hi, Lieutenant.”
“Morning, Lieutenant!”
“Hope you’re having a nice day Lieutenant.”
He never smiles—at least not that you can see—but he always gives a small grunt of acknowledgement. That’s enough for you.
What you do notice is that he never shows up to the med bay.
Which is a problem, because everyone is required to attend a monthly checkup.
Soap comes in complaining the whole time. Gaz jokes through the entire exam. Even Captain Price shows up on schedule.
Ghost?
Doesn’t come at all.
Three days after his appointment passes, you spot him turning the corner of a hallway and nearly run into his chest.
You stop just in time.
He looks down at you slowly.
Up close he’s even bigger.
You smile.
“Hi, Lieutenant Riley.”
“…What.”
You check your pink clipboard.
“You missed your checkup.”
He stares at you through the mask.
“…No I didn’t.”
You turn the clipboard around so he can see the neat list written in pink ink.
SIMON RILEY — MISSED APPOINTMENT
He exhales slowly through his nose.
“Not goin’.”
You tilt your head a little. “Why?”
“Don’t need it.”
The tone clearly says the conversation is over.
So you write something on your clipboard.
“Okay.”
He seems surprised by that. Like he expected an argument.
He steps past you.
Then you add sweetly, “I’ll just have to keep finding you until you do it.”
He stops walking.
Slowly turns his head.
You’re still smiling.
“…You serious?”
“Mhm.”
You tap the clipboard. “You’re overdue.”
He studies you like he’s trying to figure out if you’re joking.
You aren’t.
So over the next few days, you keep finding him.
In the hallway. Near the training room. Once outside the armory.
Every time, you smile.
Every time, you remind him.
“Your checkup is still overdue, Lieutenant.”
By the fourth time, he finally walks into the med bay himself.
You look up from your desk and brighten immediately.
“Oh! Hi, Lieutenant Riley.”
He sits in the chair like a man being sentenced.
“Do it quick.”
You nod happily. “Of course.”
You move through the exam like you would with anyone else. Pulse first. Your fingers rest lightly against his wrist while you count.
His skin is warm.
“Heart rate’s good,” you murmur, jotting the numbers down on your pink clipboard.
You reach for your stethoscope next. “Deep breath for me.”
He obeys, shoulders rising slowly.
The med bay is quiet except for your pen scratching across paper.
You don’t rush. You don’t treat him differently.
He’s just another patient.
“Alright,” you say gently after a moment. “Next I need to check your throat.”
He goes still.
You pause.
“Oh—right. Mask.”
“Yeah.”
There’s a small moment of silence before you ask softly, “Would it be alright if you lifted it just enough for me to see?”
You wait.
Most people would probably push him. Demand it. Try to force the issue.
You simply stand there patiently.
Eventually his hand lifts to the mask, pulling it up just enough for his mouth to be visible.
You don’t react. Don’t stare.
You lean a little closer with the small penlight. “Open please.”
He does.
You check his throat quickly, professional and calm.
“All good.” you say a moment later.
He lowers the mask again.
The rest of the checkup is quick—blood pressure, reflex test, a few more notes on your clipboard.
When you’re finished, you smile.
“All done.”
He stands from the chair.
There’s a brief pause before he gestures toward your scrubs.
“…Pink’s not regulation.”
You glance down at yourself.
“I know.”
“Why wear it then?”
You shrug. “Because I like it.”
He stares at you for a quiet second longer, eyes unreadable behind the skull mask.
Then he turns toward the door.
Halfway out, he stops.
“…Thanks.”
The word comes out rough. Quiet.
But genuine.
You watch him leave before looking down at your clipboard and writing the final note beneath his name in pink ink.
SIMON RILEY — MONTHLY CHECKUP
You tap your pen thoughtfully before adding—
Very grumpy. But cooperative.
Then doodle a tiny pink heart next to it.
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connie. certified overthinker.
he thought he put you to sleep… turns out you just like tiktok.
→ black!f reader | fluff |
the room is quiet except for the soft glow of your phone lighting up the blankets.
you’re trying so hard not to laugh out loud, shoulders shaking as another tiktok plays. connie had just finished giving you the best dick of your life like he always does and you did fall asleep… but then you randomly woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.
him smirking, hard in his pants, rubbing a hand all over his face and trying not to look too turned on as he watches you storm away after yelling at him……
thigh highs 4L
wc. 5.1k
tags; black reader, virgin reader and satoru, thick/chubby reader, kind of shy but assertive reader, bimbo!reader, smut, 18+, unprotected sex
nerd satoru sluuuuuurp. this took so long but i wanted to get it out so bad i'm obsessed with nerdy jjk men! sue me! not proofread sorry :P
Mr. Bear ᯓ★
warnings ᯓ★: dubcon, roughsex, possessiveness, jealousy, publicrisk, creampie, overstimulation, degradation, petnames, blackreader, manhandling, cumplay, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, publictease, podcastsex, oral (m. receiving), orgasms denial.
pairing: eren yeager x blackbimbo!reader
description ᯓ★: you and eren run a podcast mixing true crime breakdowns and celebrity drama. tonight’s episode is the heart rate challenge with mr bear. you tease him on camera in cute outfits and lingerie, making his monitor spike while chat goes wild. eren stays chill and quiet—only asking short questions—but once the recording pauses, he can’t hold back.
stand on it,
when you’re on the phone with your homegirl and she ranting and raving about some guy. it’s been two whole days of hearing this shit and honestly you’re sick of it! so you tell her with all your chest that, “dick ain’t never been that good and find a new play thing by tonight.”
your boyfriend perks up from the his spot in the couch, head lifting and eyes locking on your form in the kitchen because, what? what’s never been huh???
onyankopon loves to prove a point. as you say your goodbyes with a relieved sigh clicking that beautiful red button, he appears behind you in slow strides. you turn with a smile, inspecting him in all his glory. dark hair cut low and crisp, black shirt clinging to every piece of muscle that he works hard for, and you see how hung he is in those sweats. you could almost shed a tear.
“hey gorgeous, what should we eat tonight? i’m feeling habachi lowkey, but you have any suggestions?”
“that’s the advice you give your friends?” his voice deep almost serious but the way his lip slightly curves lets you know he isn’t as broody as he looks. you can only scoff and cock a brow at him in disbelief. was he listening the whole time? not that you were quiet or anything but still!
“jeez you’re so nosy! but i told the girl 5 times that man was good for nothing and she keeps calling me about it!” you huff feeling your face get hot while you recall every section of your conversation.
he hums in response standing over you deep in thought. you’re confused by his response— or lack there of — but you say nothing, just leaned against the counter he’s got you backed against. the silence is becoming awkward so you try and switch the subject “soo, no dinner ideas?”
“it’s never been that good?” he repeats back to you, taking a step forward, and completely ignoring the question. you open and close your mouth like a fish out of water. “you telling me, that in the two years we’ve been dating, the dick i give you ain’t ‘never been that good?” he ask you, arms uncrossing boxing you in between him and the marble top.
“turn around let me show you sum.” he says in your ear. you turn with hesitation, now standing back to chest and you feel him. pressing hard against your back pushes his hips into you. his hands leave the counter and find their way to your shorts pulling them down in one swift motion. you make a noise of surprise when the cool air hits your bare cunny, and you moan when he hits the side of your ass.
“open.” he demands before sticking two fingers in your mouth. you close your eyes and suck letting his fingers twist around in you mouth, massaging your tongue, lubricating his fingers. he pulls them out with a wet pop, before bringing them to your clit. he rubs tight circles all on the bud entranced with how your own natural slick starts to drip. he hasn’t even touched you for real. he teases your opening dragging his fingers to the hole and rubbing it. alternating between your two pleasure spots. you quiver and let out small whimpers, pushing back onto his hand.
“yan— need more,” you shudder feeling your clit jump when he makes contact again. “need you in me.” your pussy noise is lewd making a click click click everytime he plays with it.
“need my what in you? you seem to be enjoying yourself right now.” he states sending a quick slap to your labia. you squeal knees knocking trying to stop yourself from cumming. “you can’t be talking bout you need my dick in you? the dick that ain’t never been that good?” pop! he smacks you again make it harder to breathe. you’re dripping on his hand, his wrist, the floor, you don’t know how much more of this you can take.
“i— i wasn’t talking about you baby! i swear it! just please put it in me, m’beggin you!” your voice wavers letting him know you’re on the brink of tears. he’s satisfied, you hear him adjust behind you the rustling fabric him pulling down his sweats just enough to free that heavy, girthy, piece of—
onyankopon uses the slicked up hand to jerk himself a few times. before you could even thank him he shuts you by stuffing you full. you moan loud, instantly reaching behind you to push at his stomach. he lets you have your moment, but not for long. he grabs your arm and pushes into the small of your back forcing an arch.
“this dick ain’t that good, fuck you pushing me away for??” he teased in a strained voice. his thrust barely move letting you feel him in every crevice of your guts. his free hand holds your stomach and presses upwards like he’s trying to feel how deep he is. your pussy clenched immediately small splats of water putter down in the floor and you wail. “o—oh my fuckin’ god— baby!”
“cummin’ on this whack dick already? c’mon mama get it together.” he laughs at you condescendingly. “let me fuck my pussy right before you start doing allat.” and that he does. he reels back just to drop it in you. every stroke he delivered is heavy, he puts his whole body into it. you’re dumb on this dick, lightheaded from the way that fat tip taps your cervix.
you can’t even talk every noise is some fucked out ooh or an ahh. you rise to your tiptoes as a reflex trying to crawl away but he follows fucking you harder if even possible. his dick is soaked from you alone, every time he pulls out stringy white ropes connect him to you.
“can’t!” is all you muster using the free arm to push yourself upright off the counter. his free hand is in your neck immediately. not squeezing, just there. “you can.” his checks you. his words so confident it has you cumming again.
he sees the way your eyes scroll to the back of your skull and how you choke on your own moans, but he doesn’t stop. he won’t stop. “that’s right my baby, gimme that shit.” he grunts out. he’s using the counter as leverage, bouncing you between it and his own body.
“yan—“ you call through swollen lips.
“talk to me. tell me what i wanna hear.” he breathes keeping a hold on your throat but dropping your arm letting you brace yourself on the counter. all you can focus on is the in and out in and out in and out of him plunging into your tired pussy.
“i love you!” you cry.
“i know baby, i love you too, but that ain’t what im asking you for.” he can’t be serious. (he is!)
“f—UCK! it’s so good!” you wail, hands slapping the counter as you feel another pending orgasm. you feel him grinning again your cheek as he holds you.
“yeah? you think so? don’t lie to me ma.” he such a dick.
“m’not lyin’ yan— promise! fuck baby i can’t. n-not again.” you feel out of this universe. your body is light, every limb, every digit tingling. your stomach is burning heart is on fire. it’s so good.. it’s too good.
“you know the word baby tell me and i’ll stop.” he reminds you gently. from the way you clench down on him and rapidly shake your head he knows you’re not tapping out. he’s close he just wants you to say it one more time.
“tell me how this dick feel while you cum on it.”
“so good! s’good, sgood!” your words slur while you squirt. you have no control over your body, you slump against his chest shaking like a leaf while his chases his high using your cunt for his own greed. he cums deep with a moan, a real one at that. letting go of your neck and letting you fall gently onto the counter.
“y’good baby?” he ask, mood switching entirely. he rolls his eyes at your thumbs up telling you that you need to use your words, all while rubbing soothing circles onto the small of your back.
“my socks are wet.” you whine. his laughter causes friction which makes you clench and jump. “sorry sorry, ill fix it. and then we get habachi yeah?” he pulls out slowly trying not to stimulate you too much. if he didn’t just cum he knows his dick would be rock hard in a split second just watching his cum drip out your pussy in fucking slow motion. you feel him watching you so you bring a tired hand between your legs and cup your cunt, hiding it from him.
you crane your neck and shoot him a glare. he reaches for the paper towels but before he cleans you up he says.
“don’t tell yo friends no stupid shit like that, atleast not when i’m around.”
this stupid ass fuck ass app ain’t allowing me to make my blog cute i’m gonna quit fuck this >:/. i also went back and edited and it saved nothing so ignore the improper grammar i didn’t find
SFL: FaceTime Filth
Whoever(Black male) x Blackfem!Reader
Your best friend calls, voice raw, and you realize he’s jerking off to you. The call spirals into a dirty, tense back-and-forth—him confessing all the nasty things he wants to do to you, you teasing between sweet and cruel, letting him see just enough to break him. He cums hard for you, then you make him listen while you play with yourself and orgasm. At the very end, you drop the sweetest bomb—and hang up, leaving him ruined, obsessed, and wanting more.
★2,827 words, old story, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), lots of dirty talk, masturbation, praise & a tiny bit of degradation, pet name/name calling (e.g, ma/mama, baby, sweetheart, honey¹, and slut¹), you're a little mean but he likes it, etc★
★18+ 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑫𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕★
"Hello?" you call, picking up on the third ring. The room is quiet, the only light the coming from your amber lamp and the blue glow from your screen reflecting off your freshly done nails.
"H-hey," his voice scrapes out on the other end. It’s a wrecked sound—ragged, breathless, and vibrating with an intensity that makes your stomach flip.
Your brows pull tight, a slow worry already beginning to tug at your lips. "Are you okay? You sound... off."
You picture him for a second. Maybe he’s sweaty from a run, his chest heaving under a thin t-shirt. Or maybe he’s been lugging another Amazon dresser for that old lady down the block—always the good guy, always helping somebody. But as you listen to the heavy, rhythmic hitch in his breathing, you realize you’re wrong.
Right now, your best friend is laid out on his bed, the sheets a mess beneath him. His sweatpants and boxers are shoved down to his mid-thighs, his brown skin damp and glowing in the dim light of his room. His stomach is corded, muscles tightening and rippling with every long, desperate drag of his fist. His dick is a dark, heavy weight in his hand—slick, flushed, and dripping through his fingers.
He’s slowly but firmly stroking himself to the thought—and now the sweet, taunting sound—of your voice. Precum is already smeared over his knuckles, his thumb rolling lazy over his slit before pressing harder, coaxing a deep, guttural grunt from his throat.
"Mgh—nothing. Just... talk to me," he rasps, the friction of his hand audible through the speaker.
Your frown deepens, your heart is starting to race. "Why? What’s wrong, baby?"
The pet name slips out easy, unthinking. But the effect is immediate—he moans low, a broken, helpless sound, like you’d reached through the line and wrapped your hand around him yourself. He lives for when your voice turns soft like this, when you stop clowning him and get sweet. His fist moves quicker now, his hips pushing up into his palm, seeking the friction he can’t get enough of.
"I'm fine, I promise. Just keep talking. Please."
You fall quiet for a beat, leaning back against your headboard. You listen harder. You hear the wet, squelching sounds of his grip. The sharp little hitches of breath. The low, animalistic sound he makes when his fist squeezes tighter at the base.
And it clicks.
"...You’re jerking off."