Hey guys. So I just wanted to say that I'm opening up requests for My hero academia, attack on titan, demon slayer, blue lock, haikyuu, Tokyo Revengers, Jujutsu Kaisen. I'm open to writing all kinds of things, your wish is my command.😘😘
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Hey guys. So I just wanted to say that I'm opening up requests for My hero academia, attack on titan, demon slayer, blue lock, haikyuu, Tokyo Revengers, Jujutsu Kaisen. I'm open to writing all kinds of things, your wish is my command.😘😘
Your relationship had been wholesome and romantic for a Hundred percent of the part. There was nothing wrong with it, in fact you loved it...it's just that....you were now at that stage where you craved for more, and you were sure as hell going to let be knownst to him.
It started off with you doing flirty little things, like wearing shorter skirts to your dates. Sticking out your ass a little more if you dropped something in front of him. Placing your hand much higher up his thigh than usual. Still none of this elicited a reaction from your gentleman of your boyfriend Kirishima.
Of course this built up frustration within you. Did he not find you appealing? Was it a him problem? Had you ever actually seen him hard through his pants? The questions flooded your head like a monsoon of negative thoughts. What now?
Well now, it's 11:55pm and you're watching your favourite series on your laptop in bed while eating dried fruit, that is up until you receive a call from your loving boyfriend.
This was kind of odd considering he did say that he has some hero gala to attend so you figured by the time he'd get to his place he'd sleep immediately. Oh well. You answered the video call and you were immediately graced by your tipsy blushing boyfriend.
Hey babe miss you so freaking much, he slurs. Wish I was there with you. You look hot, fuck. He muttered under his breath.
You couldn't miss the way his eyes were glued to your chest. How was the gala, you ask. He spends the next fifteen minutes mumbling a bunch of senseless incoherent sentences, you did manage to pick up how he had a bit too much to drink cause he didn't know the cocktails he drank were alcoholic.
But I'm not drunk babe, I'm too manly to get drunk. He stumbles out. Your tits look amazing in that. He blurts out. Fuck, I mean, they don't, ugh they do, they look great, I wasn't looking babe promise, it's just, you're so hot babe, I can't help but stare.
He groans and shifts his position, he lies on his tummy with his crotch raised by his firm pillow. You're so sexy, he whispers. He starts grinding his hips on his pillow, desperate for some form of friction on his raging boner.
Really?? You let out in disbelief. You'd never seen this side if him before and you were most definitely going to milk the hell out of it
Yeah babe. I wanna fuck you so bad, I wanna ruin that tight pussy of yours, I want you so wet I start drowning in you. Ngghhh~
Those little skirts you wear babe, you wanna kill me right. You're just asking for it. Wanna fill you up babe, till I'm dripping out of you. Then I'm a lick or clean out of you.
Yeah?
Damn right sweet cheeks. Hey can you do something for me.
Take that pretty hand of yours and slide it into your panties please. I don't like putting my princess to work, but for tonight I'd be honoured if she'd grace me with this one favour.
Sure Ei, you said out loud a bit too enthusiastically. Would you pass off an opportunity to fully revel in your well behaved boyfriend's sin, not at all.
So like, at the beginning of y'all's relationship Katsuki definitely has challenges learning how to be gentle with you.
He wants your attention he's pulling your hair, he wants to do something for you he's grabbing whatever you're doing out of hands, telling you you're doing it all wrong and doing it for you. He wants to steer you away from a certain place, he's grabbing you like a farmer would a chicken, unceremoniously and abruptly.
You definitely complain about it, it leads to a silly fight but thankfully after calming him down he managed to understand where you were coming from. He does apologise for being so rough with you, he doesn't mean to do so, he genuinely has never had to be gentle with anything so he's learning it all from you.
Overtime it improves but not after much trial and error and accidental bruises.
God knows you'd do anything to be in his arms again, to feel the sweet heat that once permeated from him to warm your loneliest nights, to hear the gravely voice that never failed to lull you to sleep, to feel the heartbeat that proved love did exist. How did it all go to shit, why are you lying on your bed, 01:39 on your clock, staring at the ceiling and sinking in the silence that shrouds your being.
In your mind a battle of right and wrong tears you up inside. The way he so unceremoniously broke up with you with the reasoning of, "I'm not ready yet" left you being eaten away, cored out, like a rotting carcass of prey in predators land.
What did he mean by that, 'he's not ready,' wasn't he ready when he stole your kiss the first time, wasn't he ready when he spilt his darkest secrets to you that rainy night, wasn't he ready when he cuddled you to sleep those crampy nights wasn't he ready when he "took" you during that intimate moment.
All of a sudden why did he feel like suddenly he couldn't do it anymore. You picked up your phone and sent a dry hey, in hopes that maybe that hey could turn into how are you and maybe even a let's get back together. In hopes that that hey would turn into an I'm sorry for being so stupid, I shouldn't have done that.
You stare longingly at the text, your heart halts the moment you notice he's read the text, those few seconds he spent typing back another 'hey' felt like forever wrapped in a minute. What now? The game is at a gridlocked everything and nothing could be said at the same time.
"how are you?" You respond with quivering fingers, was it even worth it trying to fix things, was it worth it fighting for someone who couldn't even take time out of their day to tell you how they were truly feeling, what made them make such a decision someone who felt comfortable enough chickening out on you at the last minute.
Those wedding bells you once heard between the two of you turned into an elegy that signalled the death of a tomorrow that once was. A simple how are you became a disguised what's on your mind? can we talk about it? Became an excuse to feel the slightest bit of intimacy that was.
"I'm alright"
And just like that your world came crushing down, he still had the strength to lie to you, but then again he didn't owe you his honesty anymore. You weren't his and he wasn't yours. The ropes of smoke you were once clinging too all of a sudden couldn't support your weight anymore.
"that's good..."
The battle that once ravaged your mind was now drowned out by the stormy waters of your salty tears. It really was over, and there was nothing you could do about it. You'd lost the war. What now? How were you expected to go on when the one thing that kept you going bailed out on you? The sweet embrace that once encompassed your being had now become a bitter frost that nipped at you sorely with each breath you took, torturing you enough to yearn for death as an escape.
I'm a builder.
I build houses.
But not the kind you live in.😏
bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
reblog to let people know it's ok to bother you with questions and statements
Your first time with Kaminari was definitely shit, but the aftercare and pillow talk made up for it all.
You looked up at the ceiling of his apartment as he cleaned up the lube off of you.
"I'm sorry baby, it slipped" he whines out.
You'd forgiven him already, he was nervous after all, squeezed the bottle too tight and out came all the lube. But he didn't stop there, no, it took him a whole packet of condoms to finally open one without accidentally electrocuting it.
He didn't bother to clean up the lube first. His dick just slipped around till it found it's way in the wrong hole. Then restarted the condom frenzy. Finally he was inside, but not for long unfortunately. Mid stroke his fourth pump he felt his balls tense and his sweet release arrive.
"shit shit shit shit, sorry baby, m'sorry, fuck" he fumbles.
Immediately he gets up and tries cleaning you up. He can't even look you in the eye, you can see the tears welling up in his eyes.
His ears fall deaf to the words of encouragement and comfort you're trying to deliver. He's too embarrassed to hear you, he's too angry at himself to Listen.
You grab him by the waist and pull him into the spot beside you in the bed.
Calm down Denki. You coo, Relax shit happens I'm not mad at you.
Sure, he mutters out clearly not believing you.
You kiss his cheek and hug him tighter. I could tell you were nervous, wanna talk about it?
He paused a bit before letting out a heavy sigh.
Just wanted to make it special for you. But I'm a fuck up. I researched everything, every single detail and I still couldn't do it right.
You nod as you listen to him. Would it help to let you know I was nervous too, spent all night asking myself if you'd like what you see once I stripped or if you'd like how I felt once you're inside.
Why would you worry about those things, you're perfect babe. Loved you so much I couldn't even last a minute.
You chuckle quietly and force him to face you, that's exactly how I feel about you Denki, you're perfect to me and you don't have to worry about anything.
The tears that once threatened to break free succeeded, he tucked his head in the crook of your neck and silently sobbed.
I love you so much. I'm gonna make you feel really good next time mkay. I'm gonna make you scream my name till you can't anymore. Just fuck, don't leave me, I need you. I need to make you feel good.
You gently guide him into your shared bed and tuck the both of you in. I love you too Denki, now let's put all of this to the side for a bit, how did your day go today?
baby I definitely need a toman boy x African reader I can't find one you know the reader would look like the influencer tootatis on instagram. black women are not highlighted enough in fanfiction I'm counting on you!
Kiss! I love you
(also like in the anime we are all 15 years old)
🤭🤭🤭
The first Toman boy that comes to mind on the topic of dating a foreign woman is Baji. If he's willing to go against his own gang for his own personal beliefs then sure as hell will he go against social norms in chase of what his heart desires.
He first spots you at one of the train stations he uses on his way home after a day with the gang. Your cascading sew-in flowing gloriously in the Japan late afternoon summer wind. He felt the urge to go ask you what you use in your hair, but the moment you turned around, and the rest of you caught his eye his everything stilled in time and only the sound of his heartbeat echoed in his ears.
The second time he saw you was in a convenience store in his neighborhood. You were reading through several noodle brands trying to pick the best option for you. Adjusting to life in Japan was a bit tricky, especially with the total 180 in diet. It took him a bit to actually realise it was you, your hair had changed, this time that flowy frontal you once had was replaced by intricately plaited Fulani braids.
Before the winds could lift him up and help him escape the presence of what he could only describe as the weapon formed against his strength, the pools he wants to drown him, you spot him and walk over to him, maybe a native your age could be your saving grace to your dietary predicament.
Baji would definitely hide the fact that he's a delinquent for the longest time from you, in addition you happen to be his best kept secret. He's stalked you just enough to know your whereabouts at each certain time, where you learn and where you like to hang out, just so whatever gang fights that are orchestrated don't end up involving you, and so that he just "conveniently" happens to be where you are.
Baji is definitely down right whipped over his new gf. It took months and months of subtly pining after you, replaying audios of your home dialect laced Japanese, learning about how life was back home compared to Japan, and several explicit dreams for him to finally ask you to be his gf.
It definitely happens on one of your "dates". He so happened to just be walking along your street, and as an exchange student you lived alone, so why not drop by and spend the day with you. You answer the door with your hair partially unplaited with an irritated look on your face, your irritation soon vanishes as you realise you have an extra set of hands to help you out.
Baji finds himself fingers laced in your coils, learning each bend and turn of each strand of your hair. Amazed by how vastly different it is from his own. "Our kids should have your hair," he says outloud accidentally. You both pause, a pregnant silence thickening the atmosphere.
"Our kids means that you'd have to be married to me, we aren't even dating so aren't you jumping too far?" You retaliate with a bit of a shake in your voice. It goes quiet again.
"You're right," he responds "Will you be my girlfriend then, that way our kids can have your hair and I don't need to keep making silly excuses to come see you." Despite his clear confident speech, you can see his reddened cheeks and you can feel the tremble in his fingers as they pass through your hair.
"If I'm your girlfriend does that mean when you come over you'll help me around the house and cook for me too" you say jokingly.
"I'll agree to cooking for you if you cook for me too, and none of this Japanese stuff, I want your food"
"It's settled then Kei, I'm your gf now" you giggle as you reach over to kiss his reddened cheeks.
Using his dick as a Pacifier ❤️.
You brought up the idea to him. He just gave you a blank stare and continued on with what he was doing like he didn't hear what you said. Truth be told he was just processing the shock.
The more he thought about it the more appealing it sounded to him. It wouldn't be too bad. Might be hot even. Later that night as you both went to bed, he pulled out his cock and gave you a quiet "go ahead".
You thought you heard wrong at first, you looked at him then his dick and asked him to repeat what he said. His face turns a burgundy shade, "suck it or whatever," he says a little louder.
You smile
"what's the magic word" you taunt. The frustrated look on his face was not aided by the way his dick visibly hardened. "P-please. Please just....suck it." He blushes out.
You happily invite yourself to the lower portion of his body and gladly suckle on his throbbing shaft. He didn't expect it to feel as good as a blowjob, heck he was expecting it to be a mediocre experience. But oh boy was he wrong.
The tease that came with your gentle licks and sucks made him even harder, it made his precum flow even thicker than before. And after an excruciatingly long time he finally feels his release bless his soul. Without wasting a second you slurp up all of him, and leave him mess free.
You tuck his dick back into his boxers and give him a kiss goodnight as if nothing ever happened. It took him a while two hours to finally recover from the body tingles and fall asleep.
Safe to say, his dick became your very own brand new pacifier.
Shidou is that sleazy boyfriend who you're constantly on and off with. You tell yours this is the last time.
But then he comes knocking on your door at your lowest times and cheers you up in....special ways.
He's knocking at your door during your ovulation and he's taking away the "pent up stress" in.... Special ways.
He's been invited to a party and he needs a date so he begs you to tag along with him. Afterwards he repays you in.... special ways.
You tell yourself it's not that special. You can find someone who can treat you just as "special" as he did or even better. But try as you might, nothing beats the Shidou special. I mean it's in his very cells intertwined in the fibre if his being to be special. Special enough to always score your goal.
Just when you think you've found something as special as Shidou, he struts right up into your house and bends you in special ways you couldn't even imagine and works your body in special ways you never knew were possible.
Your body is addicted to his special unfortunately. Try as you might to get yourself a special man who treats you right, Shidou's special always finds a way to reel you back to him.
Pussy so tight I play tug of war with it when I'm bored.
He hates it when you respond with emojis only in your texts.
"Words please baby" he texts back as he silently clicks his tongue on the other end of the phone.
Although, he loves it when he has you a babbling brat in bed, incapable of basic sentence construction, just a hot, heaving hoe whining, moaning, groaning and panting for him.
" Your words baby, I can't understand you if you don't use your words." He says as if he's not violently vanquishing the vocabulary stored in your brain with his deep, drool-inducing dick-work.
I'm scared of accidentally calling my boyfriend Katsuki. Like imagine we're having a really intimate moment and I'm like "I love you Tsuki"😭😭😭😭. Kill me now!!!!!
Idk bout you guys, but deep down I know Nanami has a thing for nursing, here me out...
He's back home from a particularly difficult week at work. Due to unforeseen circumstances at a graveyard during a mission, a cursed object was broken releasing several different curses that were trapped within it. Long story short, it took them a week to handle a mission that was supposed to last an hour.
He doesn't let you place not even a hair of yours on his body until he thoroughly washes his body. You somehow convince him to take a bubble bath with you, his back pressed flush on your chest while you cuddle him in the fragrant bubble water.
As you lather your skin in lotion you feel a pair of strong arms embrace you into a hug, before you could register what was going on you found yourself back against the bed with a blond man on your breast.
His sucking starts of gentle and increasingly becomes harsher with each passing second, your other breast is entrapped within the confines of his dominant hand. "Fuck I missed you," he groans as he latches off your nipple onto the surrounding flesh to plant bright red hickeys.
You're shocked, you've never seen him before like this before, not that you hated it, you loved it even, it just wasn't usual of your husband. The sensation of his tongue drawing ringlets around your nipples drove you wild, seeing Nanami as the embodiment of a starving man drove you even crazier.
It took him a loooonggg while to calm down and when he did the embarrasement on face was very evident. He couldn't even muster the strength to look you in the eye as he apologised profusely, what had gotten into him? You must think of him no better than a perverted teenage boy.
To his shock and much to his delight, you responded to his apology by inviting him back to lay his head on your chest. After a long conversation about it, it became a regular thing for Nanami to nurse on you after a long day.
Bonus points of you're lactating, goodluck weaning Nanami❤️.
I be out here dirty talking the fuck out of a person, blue balls and everything via text like I can back up my bark.
Captain Leonard Burns!!!!🤭🤭🤭
CEO of the Dilf Association. A man aged like the finest french wine, made with grapes from the finest grape vine.
This man could tell me to jump and I'd ask how high with absolutely no hesitation. Brat tamer in the making. If you do somehow find the audacity to go against his word, trust you will be dealt with.
Those flame calloused, heat ridden, massive hands of his will put you right back in your lane. Just a singular smack on your ass cheek will have you begging for his mercy.
Captain Leonard Burns!!!!!
Who requires you to beg his stubborn ass for four to five business days to let you ride him.
Who finds amusement in watching you struggle to sink onto him, chuckling silently to himself as he sees your face contort slightly into one of concentration.
He watches you closely as you gyrate your hips up and down on him, his piercing eyes taking in every inch of your body.
The moment he feels you've adjusted well enough to him, and you've had your fun in control, he holds onto your hips and begins mercilessly pounding back into you. The fucked out look on your face only fueling him to go harder.
He's growling like a feral animal in your ear as he feels his release near. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder as thick ropes of his pleasure add to the tender warmth of your interior.
After he bathes your sore body, he slides into a fresh set of sheets with you lying atop his body. He sips a glass of whiskey as he listens intently to you complaining about how he took over despite agreeing to let you have the night in control.
He discretly licks his lips at you mentioning having to do this night all over again some other time cause you didn't manage to do everything you had set aside for him.
Forgot I even have this account. I've been preoccupied with my new boyfriend 🤭🤭🤭. Long story short, go for it with your crush, it could be worthwhile.
I might post something anytime this week or next week. But definitely within this two week period y'all are getting something.