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it’s all over the screen 🤗

cr: aliyartss on X‼️

tags: fem! reader, tooth rotting fluff, cheesy proposal.

nanami knows he wants to marry you, but he’s always busy with work that he can never find the time to ask you properly to be his wife. it’s not until one night when you’re watching your little show on the tv in the living room and your boyfriend is sat on the couch, right by your feet with this big and confusing puzzle on the coffee table. you don’t pay much attention to it, very focused on finding out who is the killer in the episode of this season—until kento gently taps your leg.

“baby, have you seen a piece of my puzzle?”

you bring your arms out of the blanket you’re wrapped in to pause your episode and sit up on the couch.

“you lost a piece?”

“it must’ve fell—sorry my love, you must’ve been so focused on your show,” his rough hand gently rubs at your calf and you wave him off before removing your baby blue blanket.

“pshh, don’t be ridiculous baby,” you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, enjoying the way his stubble tickles your lips. “lemme help you find it.”

you fail to notice that nanami is barely making any effort to locate the missing piece, too busy craning your neck to look under the couch and when you finally find the puzzle piece, you show it to your boyfriend excitedly.

“there it is! I found it—“ as you inspect the piece, you find the word “you” written on the back, and kento nanami holding a gorgeous ring between his thumb and index finger, hand shaky as he stares down at you so lovingly.

“wha–kento?“

“when we first met, something in my life just changed. I didn’t know what it was at the time, maybe I was too scared to admit it—that you make me feel safe, loved. that you give me a purpose, a reason to be alive and to keep going. I was too scared that you,” he grabs your left hand and kisses the back of it. “were what my heart, my life was missing all along. my love, will you give me the absolute honor of marrying me?”

and when you look at the sticky note sitting above the puzzle it says “my heart” and you were holding a piece of it. the missing piece.

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imagine like simon goes into some sort of surgery and has to be put under anesthesia, and when he gets out hes like still high asf on it 💀 and hes being a lil silly goose

okay this is such a cute idea omg, this is 100% based off that tiktok audio where it's like "my wife wouldn't like you touching me like that" "i AM your wife."

thank you so much for the request nonnie, a forehead kiss for you MWAH MWAH

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

wc: 563

warnings: none really, lots and lots of that good ol fluff, mentions of surgery, goofy simon, maybe a little ooc simon (he's high so it's fine)

a/n: i hope this is okay, i'm feeling a bit rusty with my writing but i've finally got back some motivation and energy to do so after the past two months of low energy and bad mental health. if you guys want to know a bit more about it and my mental health (i don't see why anyone would but lmao) let me know, i don't mind making a post about it if you guys want an explanation of some sort or whatever. anywho, sorry this is so short but i hope you still like it!! <3

a/n 2.0: i recently applied for a part time job at a bookstore so y'all pray for me that i get this job because i want it so bad. i am just gonna decide that i WILL get this job, because why wouldn't i?

simon had been out of surgery for just over an hour now, being a soldier you 'd think perhaps he was going under surgery for some kind of wound he had inflicted upon him on the battlefield but no, he was just getting his tonsils removed after a bad bout of tonsillitis ended up with him developing really bad tonsil stones.

so here you were, waiting by his bedside for him to wake up. the doctor and nurses reminded you just as he had gotten out that he may still be a little, well loopy, off of the meds depending on how quickly he woke up. you waited in a chair at his bedside, reading a book when you heard the blankets of the bed rustling just a little.

looking up from your book you see simon starting to wake up and you reach out to grasp his hand, only for him to rip it away from you when his eyes were fully opened.

"uh, si? you okay, hon?" you ask gently, maybe he just wasn't feeling too well after waking up, or perhaps he wasn't wanting physical touch, that happened quite often and you always respected that space he may want when he wanted it.

"don't call me that." simon said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the surgery, he sounded a little angry.

"what?" you questioned, this wasn't like simon, you couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you speaking like this to him.

"i'm taken."

"i know." you replied with a short laugh.

"you should be touching me like that then."

it hit you then, he was woozy from the meds and didn't recognize you. the realization made you laugh a little more. you decided to have a bit of fun with this high version of your boyfriend.

"sorry about that simon. wanna tell me about your partner?"

"oh, (name)? they're amazing, you know they're so pretty. and they're funny too. they always know how to make me feel better, i miss them." simon replies, ranting and raving on and on to you about his partner, about you.

"you love them a lot, don't you?" you ask him with a smile, it felt so nice to hear all these lovely things about yourself, your boyfriend clearly unfiltered by the effects of the anesthesia he was under.

sure he definitely said sweet things to your face, but something about hearing it when he was basically high as shit made your heart pound a little more.

"i love them with my whole heart." simon replies, a goofy little smile on his face.

you can't help but reach out to gently caress his face at those words, body filling up with some much adoration for the soldier in front of you.

"hey! what did i say about touching me. i have a partner!" simon scolds, trying to dodge your touch.

"simon, love... i am your partner. it's me, (name)." you reply with a laugh.

simon takes a good long look at you when you tell him this, he stares at you, looks you up and down before letting out a soft and quiet "oh."

you begin to hear the beeping of his heart rate monitor speed up, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he stares up at you.

you couldn't help but laugh a little more at this. what a sweet idiot. your sweet idiot.

FERAL SMILES KILL ME

dilf!kento thinks it's odd just how hot and bothered you get when he does the most mundane of things.

for example, he'll be getting dressed in the morning: hair mussed and eyes dark from the lack of sleep that parenthood brings. fingers working his belt through the loops in his slacks and fastening the buckle just to be startled by you, having leapt out of bed to drop to your knees before him and suck him off right there in the walk in closet.

or, later on, when he's cleaning up the kitchen after sending the kids off to school, and you walk in to find his sleeves rolled up, humming away to himself as he washes dishes in the sink. of course, the look on his face when he turns to find you already sat on the countertop and beckoning him over is as priceless as it is arousing.

or god forbid he starts paying bills. sitting at the dining table with papers scattered in front of him, pen held in his strong hand as those glasses of his slide down the bridge of his nose. god, he's so pretty when he's concentrated, working with numbers like a whore! he shouldn't be surprised when you weave your way between him and the papers to sit on his lap and start working at hooking him out of his pants. so you can sit on his cock and get your fill.

"keep acting like that, sir, and you're gonna be a daddy again."

he's gruff. tired. so fucking sexy. "i'm going over the credit card statement. did you spend five hundred dollars on—"

"mmm stop talking and fuck another baby into me, ken."

and, because you married the right man, a pair of strong arms are already hoisting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. "as you wish, love."

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To all black girls who refuse to be subjected to prejudices and forced into a mold. I love you.

WHEN THEY SNAP

contents: minors & ageless blogs dni, brat taming, mean men, dubcon, penetrative sex ( p in v ), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, spanking ( nanani ), dumbification ( nanani & sunday ), bondage & gagging ( sunday ), belly bulge ( sunday ), dacryphillia ( sunday & giyu ), clit slapping ( blade ), oral ( giyu ), possible spelling/grammar errors

pairing: various men x fem!reader

word count: 0.7k approx.

note: i jus’ know it’s always the reserved men who will absolutely destroy you in bed once they finally break (source: trust me 🙏) anyways, i’m pretty content with how this came out!

kento nanami who really does treat you well, but he’s only human, and his patience has a limit. you had been teasing him nonstop throughout the day, sending him so many lewd photos while he had to kill curses. to make matters worse, he also had to deal with his coworker, gojo, who wouldn’t stop teasing him. it’s an understatement to say that he came home upset, though with the way he just tossed his things on the ground and grabbed you off the couch, his frustration was quite obvious.

that night, he made sure you learned your lesson. he had you bent over his lap as he delivered spank after spank onto your ass, making it completely red. and after, he made sure to stuff you full of his cock. he pounded you senseless, forcing any semblance of a coherent thought out of your head so that you couldn’t even think of being a brat. by the end of the night, he made sure your pussy was leaking with cum and that you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.

sunday who is maintains control both in and outside of the bedroom, while he can ‘make love’ to you, he can also fuck you just as well. whether it was because you were being a brat, or he just needed to relieve his stress, he’s not nice about it. despite usually being patient, any semblance of restraint is thrown out the window when it comes to you. he knows it’s a big stretch but he really needs to release his frustration. after all that he does for penacony and just you in general, you’re going to be so rude as to deny him this? c’mon you’re a big girl, he knows you can take it.

he has your hands and your mouth gagged as he fucks his cock into you, a bulge forming at your abdomen each time he thrusts into you. his tone never falters, always sounding smooth and honey like despite having you crying on his cock—he thinks you look so pretty with tear-stained cheeks as he pumps his cock in and out of your creamy cunt. but his praise is condescending. despite telling you how good you’re doing, he calls you such mean names, belittling you down to just a dumb slut at his mercy.

blade who decides that since you’re deciding to act like a brat, he’ll treat you as such. he does not play games when it comes to punishments, he makes you regret being so bratty. he edges you with his fingers first, continuously curling his digits against that spongey spot until you’re about to cum, and then stoping. by the time he’s lining himself up with your entrance, your cheeks are tear-stained and your makeup is all runny as you sniffle. awh, why are you crying? isn’t this what you wanted when you decided to start acting out?

he has you split apart on his cock, making you sob out his name over and over. his tip hits your g-spot with each thrust, and you gush all over his cock for the nth time that night. but even this isn’t enough, and he delivers harsh slaps to your puffy clit, sending a jolting sensation through your drenched core. by the end of the night, you’re completely worn out—and you need new sheets.

giyu tomioka who knows he needs to be firm, otherwise you won’t learn your lesson. the less you fight it, the easier it’ll be. he does feel a bit bad, he hates seeing you cry, but he also knows he needs to stand his ground or you’ll never learn. if you just learn your lesson now, he won’t have to do this again! just be a good girl for him let him use your mouth—though that’s a lot easier said than done considering his size. he’s oblivious to how big he is, so of course he tells you to just get it over with.

he wipes the salty tears that prick at the corners of your eyes with a gentle swipe of his thumb, and he mutters out what is meant to be apologies. most of it is butchered by the groans he lets out as he bucks his hips up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. every time you choke on his cock, he does feel bad, but he also can’t stop when you look so pretty with your pink lips wrapped around his cock and makeup running down your face. he’s practically whimpering about how sorry he is along with how good you feel and what a good job you’re doing for him.

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yes i miss his curls but oh my gosh this buzz is hitting different, so excited for grown out buzz😖hamzah save me pls.

og vid on tiktok by wockysllush

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unboxing with suguru geto

On your daughter's first day of kindergarten, Katsuki told her to keep her distance from the boys, or she'd contract their infectious disease, and she listened because papa is never wrong. You get a complaint from her teacher on the very same day, saying she wouldn't let any of the boys come near her. You go to scold Katsuki for it, but he's already holding her in his arms, spinning her and kissing her cheek, congratulating her for not contracting the infectious and stinky little boy disease.