I Made These As A Way To Compile All The Geographical Vocabulary That I Thought Was Useful And Interesting

just an announcement that if you voted for donald trump, you are not welcome on my page. my blog is not a safe space for you.

and another thing: no child should ever be made fun of for things they love especially by their parents

Once you unintentionally found marital documents on Simon's office desk, you thought oh finally the infamous cool and reserved lieutenant of task force 141 got someone who he can take care of and spend his time after retirement. You're genuinely happy for him to actually meet someone and couldn't not think of how lucky that person is. That was all the thought until you inspected the document closer and later you noticed the spouse name there right after Simon was your name.

So perfect 😍😍

#just Tom being adorkable Marvel Studios Assembled: The Making of Loki

I need a part 2 to this 😍

Toxic!Erik x Black!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, Smut, Language

Draft Four

Because this is a draft, there may or may not be a second part.

“So that’s it?!” You yell. “You cheat on me and now you’re mad at me?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You were angry. You were hurt. 2 years wasted on a man who spent half that time cheating on you.

“I’m done explaining myself to you. We moved past all this shit—“

“No we didn’t! You hid it from me and it’s finally coming to light, Bakari! I’m not stay in this relationship with someone who doesn’t value me”

“You don’t think I value you?!”

“Get the fuck out of my apartment” you had enough.

“Our apartment. You forgot my name is on the lease too”

“Bye, Bakari” You open the front door, waiting for him to leave.

“Whatever. The sex was wack anyways and you can’t cook” he grabs his two duffel bags and walks out.

“That’s not what your daddy says!” you slam the door in his face.

The man you thought you would spend the rest of your life with had finally shown his true colors. You were both nearing 30 and the last thing you wanted was having your time wasted and heart broken. Honestly, with the environment Bakari grew up in, you weren’t surprised by his childish behavior.

That night, you sat in front of the tv watching your shows, crying, and on your second bottle of wine. There was a sudden loud knocking on the door that made you freeze. You mute the tv, but the knocking continues. You grab a knife from the kitchen and tiptoe to the door.

“It’s Erik” it was Bakaris dad. You open the door and see Erik standing there. You met his dad three times in the two years you’ve dated. He said his dad wasn’t the best father figure. In and out of prison most of his life. It wasn’t until Bakari graduated high school that they really worked on their relationship and with you being out the picture, Bakari was moving back in with his dad.

“Hi, Mr. Stevens” you stand there awkwardly in tiny shorts and a cropped t-shirt. You weren't expecting company and he didn't seem like he wanted to wait.

“Hi. I’m here to pick up Bakaris things”

“They aren’t packed up” you step aside so he can come inside.

“It’s fine. Do you have boxes and tape?” He looked like he had just gotten off work. He was covered in paint from head to toe.

“Yes. Follow me” you lead him to the bedroom where most of Bakaris things were. “They’re in this closet and these drawers. Then his game room in the room next door. He has some stuff in the bathroom too. I can help you”

“I got it. I should be out of here in about an hour. Is that cool?” He finally looks at you. Like really looks at you.

“Y-yeah. Take your time. If you need anything, let me know”

“Water and Tylenol?”

“I’ll be right back” you smile.

I’m willing to work this out if you are - Bakari

You were furious with Bakari. The gaslighting and disrespect wasn’t something you would tolerate. What world was he living in that he thought you would still want to be with him after finding text messages in his phone to other women?!

You ignored his text and grabbed the Tylenol from the bathroom and a bottle of water. Erik was grateful for you. Work was a killer and his head hurt.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” You ask again.

“I’ll take it if you’re offering it”

You bite down on your bottom lip and turn away from him.

“I’ll go through the closet since you’re doing the drawers”

“Okay” he watched you walk away.

Regret.

You shouldn’t have agreed to this if you planned on being this awkward. Erik was just existing in your world. He was an existing 46 year old man. A fine ass man. The grey in his hair and beard aged him well. He looked exactly like Bakari but with more life experience. His hands caught your attention when you watched him pack a box. Strong. Rough. Working hands. Bakari didn’t have that.

His voice was also deeper. Raspy almost like a smoker but sexier. His skin was a deep milk chocolate color covered in white paint. His work boots reminded you of Mr. Marcus. You wondered if he ever fucked a woman wearing those boots. That would be sexy.

“YN” he called out to you. You felt compelled to respond immediately.

“Yes?” You step out of the closet. Your voice was small.

“I know I don’t know you like that but on behalf of Bakari, I want to apologize to you. He told me why y’all broke up. I didn’t raise him that way. I know I wasn’t always the best example of a father to him but I tried my best. Now on behalf of me, fuck that nigga. He’s dumb. Why would he fuck up something like this? A loyal woman. That boy confuses me sometimes” he shakes his head.

You wanted to cry from his sweet words. At least there was some agreement on Bakari being a dumbass.

“Thank you, Mr. Stevens. That really means a lot coming from you. I wish Bakari thought the same way”

“The best way to get back at him would be to fuck his best friend. Make him cry the way he made you cry”

“You’re petty” you laugh. “You must have experience?”

“Plenty” his tongue glides across his bottom lip and he goes back to packing.

“Who’s his best friend?” you were mainly curious to know if they were more attractive than Bakari.

Erik looks up at you, taking notice of your legs. He stops throwing things into the box and gives you his full attention.

“Me”

You felt light headed. There was no way this man was flirting with you. Not Bakaris twin being his best friend and them both being fine.

“Oh…”

“Why you acting so surprised?”

“You’re saying you want to fuck me… I-I’m your sons ex”

“Don’t stand there pretending like your pussy’s not wet from me being in here with you. I could tell you wanted to fuck the moment you brought me back here. The way your hips switch and that ass moves. You keep staring at me and talking in that shy ass voice”

“I’m not…”

“There it go” he stands up, his shadow covering you.

“I can’t hurt Bakari like this” you protest softly.

“Yes, you can” he backs you up against the wall.

“He’ll be devastated”

“Just like you are right now” he pulls your hair to extend your neck back.

Your panties were soaked.

“You have to promise you won’t tell him”

“You can trust me, babygirl” he kissed your neck.

“Can you fuck me against the wall? Pretty please”

Eriks dick jumped.

“Only because you asked so nicely” he pinches your hard nipples.

“I don’t have condoms” You hoped he had some.

He didn’t.

“I can pull out…" he grabs your ass, keeping his eyes on you. "Unless you don’t want me to” he licks his lips and unbuckles his work cargos. You watched his dick spring free from his boxers.

“Shit…” you weren’t even thinking, you just pull your shorts and thong off. Your thong was soaked, and you hand it to Erik. He lifts them to his nose and takes a big whiff.

“I love the smell of pussy” he growls. “Come here so I can fuck you”

“...yes, sir”

“If I fuck you, I’m not pulling out. Fuck that. I’ll leave you with a pussy full of my nut”

“I want it dripping down my legs” you were so turned on.

“Keep playing and you’ll be carrying my baby” his dick pressed into your belly. Precum staining your skin.

“You promise 🥺”

“Come here, girl” he grabs you, lifting you up and holding you against the wall. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his lips. He holds you with one arm and grabs his dick, rubbing his tip up and down your swollen and needy cunt.

“You ready to take this raw dick?”

“Yes” you were excited. Anticipating him inside you.

Erik eases you down onto his dick slowly. You let out a loud moan, sure your neighbors could hear you.

“Tight fucking pussy” he fucks you good and slow, hitting your G-spot with the way his dick curved.

“Just like that. Ooooo, fuck” your nails dug into his shoulders.

“You tugging on my shit, ma” Erik could feel his heart racing in his chest.

“This tight pussy is about to make you cum already” you tease.

“Hell yeah. Imma need this shit again”

“W-whenever you want it” you could feel your walls squeeze around him as you came on his dick.

“You’ll keep fucking me? Hm?”

“Yes…yes…fuck” your body bounced as he fucked you harder. His boots kept him in place as he railed into you.

“We might just have to make this an all night thing” sweat dripped from his forehead onto your shirt.

“Yes please”

The two of you moaned and groaned together as he filled you up, thrusting into you slowly to empty his balls completely inside you.

“Shit feels so fucking good, baby” he cooed in your ear.

That night, Erik made you forget all about Bakari. The way he made you feel. The orgasms he talked you through. You couldn’t believe you ever gave Bakari the time of day with his minimal efforts. But you were thankful that the breakup brought you to Erik. For now.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand just as you were about get up to get something to drink in the middle of the night.

Can we please talk? I’m sorry for how shit went down. I love you YN. I don’t want to lose you - Bakari

You felt your heart fall into your stomach. You loved Bakari too but he would never forgive you for sleeping with his dad. You didn’t expect him too.

We can talk tomorrow Bakari. I’m laying down - YN

I’m on my way to the apartment right now to grab some things. We can talk tomorrow though - Bakari

You walk back to your bedroom in the dark when you bump into Erik.

“You scared me” you look up into his dark eyes.

“Imma head out. I have to work in a few hours and need sleep. Unfortunately I don’t see that happening here” he grabs your chin softly and kisses you.

“Okay”

“Try not to miss me too much”

“Did you know Bakari was on his way over?”

“Nah. I guess it’s a good thing I’m leaving”

“What should I say to him?”

“You’ll figure it out, baby” he kisses your forehead.

You follow him out of the apartment and watch him walk down the hallway. As you stand there, you feel his cum roll down your leg and see Bakari walking down the hall towards you.

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Ghost is the type of dad that, when his kids are driving him up the fucking wall, pinches the bridge of his nose as he thinks to himself “I should’ve pulled out.”

Gaz is the type of dad that, when his kids are giving him attitude, drops them off at Nana’s house because he knows she’ll teach them a thing or two about respect.

Soap is the type of dad that, when his kids are being ungrateful little shits, takes all of the batteries/cables/chargers out of their devices and buries them somewhere in the yard.

Price is the type of dad that, when his kids are getting on his very last nerve, threatens to drop them off outside the nearest animal shelter like a box of unwanted puppies.

being a black girl in fandom sucks sometimes cause like most stuff is written/drawn etc etc from a white skinned woman perspective and that’s literally fine because a lot of people who are writing are in fact white but also it makes it really hard for me and every time i say that people make me feel like shit for having that thought 😕.

hii! when you do the twt 🌽 links again, I was wondering if you could also find some interracial ones (black female, white male) maybe when you do them? thank you for listening or.. reading! 🤍

hii! thanks so much for your ask, i always want to make sure everyone feels included and represented when it comes to my posts! there are some links in the previous parts that are black f! x white m! but i'll make sure to add more in the future parts!! here are some exclusively black f! x white m! twt links that i hope you enjoy in the meantime <333

♥︎ COD P! TWT LINKS ♥︎ 18+ MDNI !! ♥︎

staying at john’s house after a mission can only mean one thing

john giving his favourite recruit a well deserved break

you’re so loud when john fucks you

john making a mess of your pussy

john rewarding you for being such a good little soldier

simon spanking you as you ride him

simon and his sweet little neighbour

simon’s mask stays on in the bedroom

giving simon head in his car

what you and simon get up to in his room on base

soft and sweet morning sex w johnny

johnny is balls deep inside you within seconds of coming home

sucking johnny’s pretty cock

johnny takes you on a lil holiday

the neigbours can definitely hear johnny pounding into you

mmmm imagineeee miles 42 with his party girl gf— who literally cuts up at parties i mean like— dancing on tables, body shots, she’s everywhere and she’s dragging him along for the ride!! Like she’s twerking and dancing and people recording best believe miles is there lazily scrolling on his phone while his hand is on her ass, he’s so supportive •^•

stargirl ft. miles morales

♡ pairings & aus: earth42!miles morales x black!fem!reader ♡ summary: clubs are definitely your thing. drinking, dancing— you want it all. and your boyfriend is there every step of the way. ♡ warnings: miles being very babygirl!! (and the best hypeman) uhh mention of drugs and dealing, maybe sum language ♡ a/n: thanks for your request!! I WAS DANCING WHILE READING IT LMAO ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

A BASS FILLED BEAT FILLS YOUR EARS as you enter the club. Your stilettos clack against the floors as your eyes pan across the environment of the club. Your nostrils flare at the scent of marijuana and vodka, warm air hitting your skin as you walk in, your boyfriend practically glued to your hip. His hands trickles to your waist, “Stay close, mami.”

“Miles, this is a club.” You remind him with a laugh, and he just shrugs as you walk over to the bar from your pregrame drinks. You’re dress clad in a short, opaque mini-skirt and a sheer silvery top that clings to your frame, your black bra and belly button piercing visible underneath.

Your boyfriend knows that being in the club is your thing. You take all the shots, sing all the songs— and you’re always in the middle of every dance circle. He always admired how free you could be, he found it insanely attractive.

Strutting over to the bar, you sit down at a stool and ask for a vodka, while your boyfriend orders a somber moscato. You smile at him, “Not partyin’ with me tonight?”

“Nah, I’ll be your lil’ hype man while you do yo thang.” Your boyfriend smiles, eyeing you through the rim of his drink. You flash your tooth-gem accented pearls at him, wiggling your eyebrows as the bartender slides your drink across the wood of the table. You down your drink quickly and request another before you hear 6 Foot 7 Foot by Lil’ Wayne blast through the speakers. Your jaw drops as you quickly spring up from your chair, gesturing for your boyfriend to follow. He does, and you squeeze your way into the dance circle, seeing some girls that you met before at a different club. They greet you excitedly, “Get in the circle!”

You’re in the center, your body moving to the beat of the music as people surround you, hyping you up. There’s flashlights moving to and fro, and when the second beat drops, you’re leaning over with your tongue on the edge of your chin, your ass moving in a circle as people scream behind you. You feel a palm grab your waist, and you crane your head to see your boyfriend sitting on a couch behind you, scrolling through his phone mindlessly with his other hand. You giggle, standing up when the song ends, clapping a couple times.

You feel a tap on your shoulder from one of your friends, “Somebody wants to do body shots on you! You up for that?”

Grinning, you reply, “Hell yeah. Where they at?”

She points to a tall, dark skinned black girl. She’s got a nose piercing and her hair is braided in two braids that trail down to the middle of her back. She’s wearing an extremely tight black dress, and you raise an eyebrow with a smile as you eye the shot of tequila in her hand. People are behind her, waiting for your guest appearance for the shot. You walk over and people are following, including your boyfriend, who’s literally recording the entire thing.

You prop up onto the table and pull your shirt up, feeling the warm alcohol on your upper stomach, salt tickling your brown skin. You feel the girl’s teeth sink into your skin, sucking the liquid off of your tummy. You grin and so does she, people cheering and hollering behind your table.

Your boyfriend comes up to you when everyone disperses, a grin on his face. “You did so good, ma.” He grabs your waist as you stand up, hopping off of the table. His hand grazes over your ass as you yelp, his fingertips sinking into it, “You ready to go?”

Smirking, you grab your boyfriend’s hand and bite your lip, dragging him over to the bar. You pull your shirt up, the hem teasing just shy away from the top of your bra.

“Wanna take a shot?”

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When I’m looking through the “x reader” tag, and even the TITLE SAYS “character x reader”, but when I start to read the fic it says “you have blonde hair, blue eyes, and your name is Hannah.”