sems-diarie
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nueva york đ22. dark content ahead. minors dni.
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shordy turned the volume down on their phone while she do her homework cuz iâm âdelightfully distractingâ
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Combining my two biggest fixations atm <3
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watching ep 17 and seeing that studio trigger took out falins organs for that tits shot and i start to hit my head against the wall screaming WHY WHY WHY so loud my neighbors call the cops
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i love ur pfp so much me & @keiphoria were talking ab how that man has a cock like a can <33333333 and then heâs so sweet but so stern?? how do u see hajime, iâm so curious
Eeeeee I love Iwa sm <3 to me he's like. Very quiet and seems very cool and mysterious to people but he's actually just awkward as hell and doesn't know how to talk to strangers very well (especially the pretty ones- he gets so shy). But once you get to know him he's a big hopeless romantic. I think stern but sweet is a good way to describe him. He doesn't like to boss you around, but he likes to guide you when you let him, in and out of the bedroom. In the bedroom he talks you through everything- everything he wants to do to you, everything he's feeling, the only time he isn't speaking is when he's cumming and the words escape him.
Big thick cock. I think it curves up a bit too. And an ass like a natural bbl. Sickening.
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hobie has pinterest boards of black women in every time era đ¤
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SEM IS BACK ON MY DASH? itâs a miracle .
the way i was just thinking of you!! <33333 tell me wyd b4 i kiss ur forehead
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MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
In my heart and soul I believe that Iwaizumi loves to be the doting boyfriend he always made fun of before he fell for you.
He WILL hold the door for you, he WILL carry your purse and your shopping bags, he WILL pick up every time you call, and he WILL be leaving boys night early just to go see you. You're going to bed? No, WE'RE going to bed. He sets his alarm fifteen mins before yours so that he can always bring you breakfast or coffee in bed. He won't argue if you want to wear his clothes, he'll even spray extra cologne if you want so it smells like him longer. Every appointment, he'll gladly drop you off. He'll stay if you want him to. He'll always stay right where you need him to be.
#ur like âhaji i love ur shirts smâ & heâs like ây arenât u wearing one rn then ???â#hajime <3
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btw there's nothing werewolf toji loves more than making you come over and over and over again while you're trapped on his knot :/ nothing for you to do but take it for as long as you two are tied together. and it often takes over an hour before he's able to pull out. so good luck!
#WHATSNF FDJNFIS WHATS HIS PROBLEM?!#makes u cum til ur gushing and leaking down his legs and then laughs at u for it#donât cry either heâll just lick those pretty tears right the fuck up i hate him#noncon tw#yandere tw#toji <3#jjk <3
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i personally think dekuâs knot is so thick n heâs such a sensitive slutâit takes an hour and a half at least to deflate. you coo in his ear, âsâokay, i can take it, just relax, baby,â
he scoops you closer and whines about how youâre making it worse. heâs sooo the type to cum like twice while heâs knotting. <3
I need you all to know that @sems-diarie has me researching knots so I can finish this draft
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History of Step
What is Stepping?
What is Step?
Stepping or step dancing is âa percussive dance in which the participantâs body is used to produce complex rhythms and sounds through a mixture of footsteps, spoken word, and hand-claps,â writes the African American Registry.
Step has its origins in Africa, as dancing has been a large part of traditional African culture for centuries.
Calling Step a "bizarre silent dance without music" has to be one of the wilder antiblack racist descriptions I've ever heard of stepping lmao. Anyway if you see the video, it's step!!! They're stepping!! It's a Black American form of dance!!
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photographer: Sugar McD // model: Jordan Underwood (they/he)
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u saw that ghoul cut her fucking finger off and youâre like âyeah theyâre so cute <33â
#donât piss me off!#also he likes black women bye#sem shitposts đŁ#fallout#lucy and maximus are RIGHT THERE?
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The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol
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new reaction for when oomf says some unhinged shit
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Fallen angel
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pl-play wrestling where they end up groping your tits or smacking your ass or even humping in between your legs
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Just an idea I wanted to share with you đž
Bsf!yuta who walks around with this innocent and shy demeanorr but will shamelessly finger bimbo!reader wherever and whenever. He doesnât care that you both are in an important meeting rn.
(I just watch jjk for their looks ..𼲠I donât know the plot)
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itâs just,,, he canât find it in him to say no to you :(((
you rarely have to open your mouth to get your point acrossâ not with those pretty eyes that shine like stars when youâre on the verge of tears, overwhelmed by the pace of his fingers.
heâs doing his best to pay attention to the elders, getting the general message behind their droning (protocol, their âexpectationsâ) but a subtle glance told him your birdbrain had shut off ages ago; recognizing that distant look you got whenever you got lost in your hollow head.
frankly you tuned out the minute you heard âdutiesâ cause why?? would you need a refresher on something you do everyday?
plus, Yuta would just relay it if it was really important.
your gaze lands on the man in question out of reflex. you watch his sullen expression stand firm against the higher-ups, hanging on the sharp edge of his jaw for longer than whatâs appropriate.
the tell was familiar to you what with all the time you spent together, having tested him all these years (knowingly or not) you know it means heâs on edgeâ literally biting his tongue to keep the peace.
his fingers catch your eye as they tap away on his thigh - another anxious tendency. sunlight bounces off the walls, bathing him in a unfairly flattering light.
the glaring rays also accentuate the veins cropping through his skin. firm yet soft lines wrapping around solid muscle, further demonstrating the strength that lurks beneath.
flashes flicker behind your eyelids; those same fingers clasped around your wrist or sitting on your knee, sometimes dancing a bit too close to your inner thighs, sinewy arms branding the back of your legs as they hold you to his chest like a princess, unbothered by the extra padding or the sweat and grime amassed during training.
past emotions rising to the surface, hazy from the passage of time.
fleeting visions of soft edged panic and syrupy excitement all enwrapped within those sweet, hardened eyes andâ
you corral your legs together but itâs useless, imagination diving head first into the catalog of fantasies youâve crafted over the years.
meanwhile, Yutaâs almost stunned by their obliviousness. surely these upper echelon assholes saw your disinterest? the lack of response from the both of you?
then again, people like these just love to hear themselves talk. and thereâs no need for answers when youâre to do as youâre told.
he senses you then, gaze burning his side and instinctively sneaks around your knee, offering small, reassuring squeezes through the soft cotton.
you donât look away though.
in fact, he feels you clench; pillowy thighs clamping around his fingers like a venus flytrap and, like clockwork, that dormant part of his brain shuts on like an old (though reliable) computer, covered in dust from years past.
he turns for a fleeting moment, gauging your bearings as he always did and thereâs a subtle glaze to your eyes and fuck, the way youâre looking at him. like he lifted the sun itselfâ
(he would, if only to see that glossy smile.)
youâre squirming under the spotlight but you canât help it. not when your best friend is devouring you with his eyes alone, dour features twisting into something that makes you pull the threads in your skirt.
Calls to mind a nature documentary youâd watched over break. that part where the panther was sprawled inside the brush, lying in wait for the deer to come within reach and the camera panned in on its face, pupils black and encompassing as the night sky when it finally pounced-
you bite back a whine, fighting to reign in whatâs left of your composure when, shit, heâsâ
âYutie,â it slips out like air. wispy, natural, worn from use.
heâs long since turned back. facing ahead with a soldierâs posture, taut spine, shoulders seemingly haunted by the weight of his actionsâ this reality. although, his peripherals donât miss how your eyes flutter as his nails scrape the underside of your calf, practically purring as he treads under the hem of your skirt, kneading the fat along your thighs.
impulse strikes him with little warning and you twitch at the sudden pain, trying your best not to squeak as a blast of heat rocks your stomach.
were it not for the present company, youâd fuss at him.
Yuta doesnât pinch you again, thankfully, instead trailing farther and farther until heâs sleuthing over hipbones, grabbing bits of tummy, and one of his knuckles brush the gusset of your panties.
except he doesnât.
he doesnât because thereâs curls tickling the hairs of his fingers.
he can feel your heart through your mound. the way you shuffle in your seat so his hand could get to your pussy without interruptionâ allowing him to catch a whiff of your neediness and barely, just barely does he manage to stifle the groan rumbling up his throat.
god, the things you do to him.
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