WELCOME TO THE CLUB BABY

WELCOME TO THE CLUB BABY

y’all got Jean on my brain, and it would be while work is busy so I can’t do nothing about it!! This is SICK!

y'all why did my uncle just ask if I was a virgin...

Decolonize Palestine

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Welcome to Decolonize Palestine, a collection of resources for anyone who wants to learn more about Palestine.

Gonna start directing anyone who wants to learn about Palestine to this. It’s highly accessible while encompassing a wide variety of topics.

HES SO ADORABLE

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I wanna suck his di-

SMOL KING ˖⋆ imaushi wakasa

sum ˖⋆ behind closed doors, you’re getting stretched by a small man w a big plan.

content & warning ˖⋆ fem!reader, unprotected sex, reader likes Waka but pretends she h8s him, short fic, MDNI PLS!!

“Wakaaa!” You whine, “you’re— hahhh, you’re so deep! I can feel you right here!”

“Mm, yeah?” Waka moaned, “I still gotta dwarf dick? Dwarf dick wouldn’t have you cummin like this! Fuckkk— fuckin’ pussy is made for me!”

You don’t really remember how you ended up in Waka’s office; one second, you were teasing him about having a small dick because of his height then the next thing you know you’re on his desk, paperwork scattered across the floor.. he has your legs pinned against your chest as his huge grithy cock stretches your needy cunt out.

White is all that Wakasa sees on his cock.. you’ve already came multiple times. Your pussy starts to fart, making Waka whisper praises underneath his breath, “fuck, bratty pussy so good! all f’me shittt.”

You cover your mouth upon hearing the trainees talking close around Wakasa’s office door. You just pray no one comes in because it’s not locked. “‘m bouta cum again Waka! Fuck!”

“Then fuckin do it!” Waka hit that spot that made your toes curl and you silently screaming.

Waka shot his load on your tummy and smeared it down to your sensitive pussy, “Mm, you’re such a good girl f’me.. when you wanna be.” He said smirking and bent down to kiss you.

You shoved him out the way, “move, asshole!” You snapped, getting up from the table with shaky legs.

“Asshole?” Wakasa questioned, “I thought we were finally getting along.”

You rolled your eyes, “as if.. I still can’t stand you and give me my panties Waka!! you already stolen the other pair after we fucked last time!”

Wakasa pouted and reached in his pocket and handed you your panties, “anyways, what ya think?”

“Think about what?”

“My dick.. you have no reason to call my shit small anymore.”

You sighed, “it’s decent size, I guess.”

Wakasa chuckled, “this is our third time fucking and all you can say is it’s decent ? Damn you really are fucking stubborn.. guess I gotta fuck it outta you tonight.”

“Can’t tonight,” you said putting your jeans on, “gotta date.” You’re obviously lying to get under Wakasa’s skin.

Waka shrugs, “ok.. I’ll just fuck you in front of em’. I want em to see how you cream around my dick and-”

You covered Wakasa’s mouth with your hand, “shut up geez, you’re so weird!” You’re obviously flustered and Waka thinks it’s so cute.

He licks your hand, making you jerk away but he pulls you into his embrace, “bet you love it though, just as much as you love my big dick.” He said as he peaked you on the nose.

cologne song • ryomen sukuna

“I know it ain’t Dior, I know it ain’t Baccarat, I know it ain’t Versace but whatever it is, you got me..”

💌: ryomen sukuna was a man and name you’d never forget. And it wasn’t just his looks that had your attention.

themes: fluff, foot locker manager!sukuna, executive, black fem reader, neck/back kissing, lip biting, slow burn-ish, voice kink (if you squint), I just cannot stop thinking about this man and or this song. So enjoy both of my hyper-fixations. 🫶🏾

. °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° .* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° .* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°

it had been some months since you’d settled into life at your new workplace..moving to this new area after accepting the role of general manager for the district. Overseeing several different stores but after your encounter with the manager of store 408, there was no question of where you wanted your home base to be…

“Miss? Everything alright?”

that voice sending flutters and tingles throughout your stomach. Never had a man made you swoon the way ryomen sukuna had. Ironically enough, the two of you didn’t exactly see eye to eye when you first arrived but all that changed after your tensions came to a head one night in his office. After that, your bond grew a bit stronger..both work and personal wise. Where you dreaded coming each day, dealing with his silly antics. You now welcomed being greeted with a ‘good morning, miss’ or ‘gorgeous’ when you worked together. Feeling somewhat sad when you were whisked away to another location. Even then, the two of you were exchanging sweet texts and meeting up after hours to quell your burning desires from the day. But it wasn’t just his smooth charm or looks that had you swooning over the handsome manager. In fact, you adored him for many reasons but the most attractive thing about him, oddly enough was his scent. The scent that lingered with you literally and figuratively, long after the day was done. When the two of you were standing only inches apart in the parking lot when he walked you to your car..face nuzzled in his neck and the smell would waft through your nostrils. His large, inked up arms cradling you close with a large palm cupping your ass. It was fresh on your mind, embedded in your memory even when you made it home.

most men bathed themselves in Axe or Old Spice..dousing themselves in the pungent fragrance that made you quite uncomfortable. Others wore Dior or Versace but only with the hopes of the pheromones inside luring women in. But not one ever possessed the essence and sensual appeal that Mr. Sukuna did. You wouldn’t even entertain the thought of someone else. Often times, he’d walk by you in the store as you took notes, flashing you that sweet smirk and watching you freeze up. He knew the effect he had on you..so you’d just have to ask.

“What’s that cologne you have on?”

“Why? You like it, miss?”

that deep, raspy register sending you swooning. He knew the effect he had over you and used it to his advantage. Whether it was rainy nights when he brought you to his place and the two of you were laid up after amazing lovemaking..his fingers intertwined with your own or lying flat on your tummy as he laces your spine with soft pecks. Every trace of him resides on your senses..he was the textbook definition of not judging a book by its cover because had you never given him a chance, you would’ve never known what it meant to truly love someone..so even now, as you two remain cuddled up in his office..tattooed arms wrapped around your body.

“C’mon miss, I gotta get home. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” Chuckling at the face that you were so needy when you presented such an independent front around others…

“I know but..just a little bit longer?..please?”

he knew that he’d always have you hooked on him, no matter what.