Hate To Tell You Guys, But That Poll I Did The Other Day I Started Writing Who Was Like A Clear Winner

Made a TikTok about the last anon and people in my comments are getting heatedddddddddd

Like I came with receipts and ppl still deny that there’s any lgbtq rep in jjk. Like tf

Here the TikTok of yall care:

tr*mp is officially putting tiktok back online later today, don’t forget that this is all a stunt, he has always wanted to ban tiktok, now he just wants to seem like a hero, do not fall for it, DO NOT praise him for this when the app goes back online

source: aaronparnas on instagram

Literally haven’t posted in so long and apparently people are liking what I posted with buggy so uh…lmk if y’all want more <3

Guys fr fr I wanna write stuff for you but I never know what plz drop stuff in my asks 😭

Tumblr wtf is this update

I need him disrespectfully

"Jesus fucking christ...okay, just one more-- one more try--"

Kento leaned round the door to the bedroom, loosening his tie, to find the bedroom covered in...confetti. Boxer confetti. Boxers, everywhere, like some awful boxer party that he hadn't been invited to, with boxers old and new and forgotten and uncomfortable and his favourite and those joke ones he'd 'won' at the work raffle and--

"My love," Kento said, his voice tight, because why, why is this happening, why, "I hesitate to ask, but...why?"

"Ugh!" You roared, stripping another pair down your thick thighs, and slapping them onto the floor. Kento looked down, peevish. He looked at his boxer drawer. He raised one fine, work-weary eyebrow.

"Why do I not get to enjoy the sexy delight of wearing your boxers? Why, Kento?" Kento was silent still, his eyebrows gradually lowering, as you continued, frustrated to near-tears, "Apparently it's because my arse is so fat--"

"--I beg your pardon--"

"--and my hips are so disgustingly fucking wide--"

"--beautiful, gorgeous, stunning--"

"--that I can't wear a single pair of your boxers. Not one. Not...not even the ones that are too big for you." You finished weakly, breathless. You pursed your lips against the tears. Kento simply watched you, sighing softly through his nose.

"I won't accept the way you speak about yourself. I won't endorse it. I don't condone it," Kento rumbled, gentle, and threw his suit jacket aside to step over to you. His hands found your waist, and travelled down to trace the dimples of your thighs. You cringed, pushing his hands away.

"Don't-- they're horrible--"

"They're not," Kento whispered against your neck, "they can't be, because I left them with my fingertips."

"Don't be ridiculous--"

Kento silenced you with as cold a look as he could give you; he could tolerate you denying your own beauty, but he would not tolerate you trying to steal it from him.

"Enough, for tonight," Kento hummed, eyeing the mess of boxers, "I'll tidy up. And you'll wear my sweatpants, so I can look at you."

"...respectfully?"

"Disrespectfully."

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Kento had disappeared for an hour, every evening, for a solid month. It wasn't unusual; he would often bring his paperwork home, in an effort to be near you if he must work.

Still-- a full month of nightly overtime was rough. You imagined his pen and keyboard, cracking under the pressure as Kento typed with blue flame engulfed hands, his tie around his fist, and murder in his eyes.

You forgave it; you knew it would never be his first choice. You arrived home a week later, your self-loathing all but forgotten, to hear measured, repeated grunts from the office. The door-- usually closed-- was open. You tiptoed closer, pushing it wider, and frowned.

"Kento, are you...doing squats?"

"Yes," he grunted, straightening up with an impossible weight upon his shoulders. You watched him for a full minute; his thighs looked thicker, his ass bigger.

"I...don't get it. Why?"

"Need...need bigger boxers," Kento answered. As if it were the simplest thing in the world. Because, to him, it was. You found yourself blinking back tears for the second time that month.

"...oh."

Kento huffed, a bead of sweat curving round a crooked half-smile, "Oh, indeed."

You sniffled, swallowing around the lump in your throat. You sat in the doorway, rueful as you peered up at him.

"Can I...watch?"

"Respectfully?"

"Disrespectfully."

If you'd like to read the original 'Breeding Hips', please enjoy it here!

I- this is a masterpiece right here.

headlocks 'nd simon riley

; getting fucked in a headlock

tw: headlock, power difference (?) female reader.

it's simon riley's thing to fuck you in a headlock. that turns him on and his tip leaking and drooling all over his brute abdomen.

when you're spoon fucking, he wraps a strong, muscular arm around your neck, muscles flexing as he holds, making sure you're restrained and bound while you take his girthy cock, feeling him slide deep inside your gummy walls. your pussy throbs and clenches around his shaft, eyes rolled back and your jaw hanging open, pleasure dripping from your little cunt.

“look at ya’... whiney’ slag.”

he spits, muttering his harsh and hurtful words into your ear while tightening the already firm grip he has on your neck. you cry softly, body shaking with euphoria and stress as you attempt to breathe. you drag your nails along his upper arm, moaning out to catch your breath while he slams and pounds into you, knocking the wind from your lungs with his aggressive pace.

“keep takin’ it all, lovie. tha’s my girl-- thereee we go... attagirrrllll...”

he chokes you tightly, holding you firmly while you sob out due to your air restriction. simon absolutely adores the power dynamics between you two, how easily he's able to shut you up with a nice, firm fucking.

only when you're gasping desperately will he free you, before grasping your neck firmly, a large hand choking you, fucking you deeper while you whine and choke.

You really think she’s your girl. My brother in Christ she’s up in here every night twirling her hair and kicking her feet to the raunchiest “x reader” COD smut on the planet.

Mmhmmhmhmm

Might write something about this omg

choso with a back tattoo and piercings

Finally caught up on jjk manga after being forced to do so due to people not shutting tf up with spoilers, now onto Bnha 🫠