#boyfriend

[slxtd1ary]

i feel like gojo kisses are cold.

not like insensitive, or denuded of a sparkle of passion that makes your head spin, but more like a revigoring breeze that freshen all your body. The feeling lingers even after the kiss, like you finally could grasp the timeless wind of your love on the tip of your fingers. Like he was giving you a new type of oxygen that could make the stars shiver.

Those kisses are one of a kind. Kisses that makes you shiver in his arms and turn your heart around from top to bottom.

So yeah Gojo gives cold kisses.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

A/N: thought abt it in the bus lmao. Thanks for reading, here the discord: https://discord.gg/AYq3ZVKJNN

[mymegrokosmos]

boyfriend san drabble bc if i see one more photo of this man driving i am going to go insane about it.

soft sannie, oral (m. rec), mentions of fingering (f. rec), a little nsfw, semi-public. some minor hand kink brainrot about a soft little cat man.

your morning started out the same as it always does on the weekend. woken early to san pulling you in against his chest for his five more minutes of cuddles before he got up, arm snug around your waist as his nose nuzzles against the back of your neck. groggy i love you's murmured between butterfly kisses pressed over your face before he left for the gym and you slipped back into sleep again.

usually on saturdays you'd wake up sometime around 10, while he was mid-session, and take your time running through your weekly routine. hot shower and full body shave, styling your hair before you change into your favourite cozy pyjama set and cook you both up a homemade breakfast.

today your boyfriend had other ideas. he'd left for the gym earlier than usual, and by the time you climbed out of the warm duvet burrito san had tucked you into with a forehead kiss before he went he was sweeping back into the bedroom dropping his gym bag by the door and pulling you in by the waist to steal a flurry of kisses, leaving you giggling.

"san."

"y/n."

"you're all sweaty."

"you usually like that."

his cute smile should be at odds with the flushed face and wide shoulders on display under the black tank top. the dimples got you every time but it was unfair for a man, or anyone really, to look so pretty after an hour of weight lifting. you reached up to cup his face, thumb brushing lightly over one sharp cheekbone as his eyes crinkled into crescents to match the wide smile on his face.

"sannie."

"shower with me?" his expression was hopeful as his arms slid around your waist to hold you against him. "I know you usually like to take your time on the weekend but I'd like to take you to brunch today."

his touch was gentle and you found yourself smiling as you leaned up, hand on one thick bicep to brace yourself, to kiss him softly. "you just want to keep cuddling."

"i always want to keep cuddling."

you laughed as he squished his cheek against yours, squeezing you and stepping back to throw his gym clothes in the hamper. you watched as he stepped out of the sweatpants and muscle tee, just admiring how graceful he was as his muscles flexed.

he caught your gaze, eyebrows quirking as he smiled proudly. you laughed and shook your head, making your way over to grab the hamper as he sauntered off to the bathroom to get the shower started.

the interruption of your usual routine was welcome and still fairly soft, as san often was, until it came time for brunch. he shouldn't look so good in a simple oversized t-shirt and track pants. or at least, you should be used to it by now. when he slips on the backwards baseball cap you don't even blink. when he slides on his bracelets and rings, maybe you're paying a little more attention than usual but you brush it off. you can think about his hands later.

until you get into the car, and you glance over from buckling yourself in to catch the way he grips the wheel. you can hold back until after brunch, you tell yourself, as he pulls out of the parking lot and one hand comes to rest on his thigh. you manage to fall back into the normal flow of conversation until the hand on your thigh comes up to brace you when he makes a sudden stop, apologizing and peeking over to check that you're okay.

"I'm good sannie, it's okay. It wasn't your fault."

you take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers and squeezing lightly as he navigates through the next set of lights. you're already distracted by the softness of his skin and the cool metal of his rings. he hums softly and you lean forward to flick the radio on, hoping maybe some music will help wash the thoughts you're having about the veins in his arm and the way his watch bounces on his wrist as he untangles your fingers to shift gears. he doesn't always drive a manual but you like how easy he makes it look to switch between the gear shift and the grip he usually likes to keep on your thigh.

way his hand brushes against your nape as he rests his arm over the passenger seat while parallel parking is the final straw. his fingers are warm as they touch the side of your neck and he's too busy checking for cars as his head turns to see the way you swallow. he shifts the car into park and you lean over to pull up the emergency brake, wasting no time unbuckling yourself.

san chuckles softly at your haste and as he leans over to push his door open you grip his tshirt to pull him back to you. "what is it honey? i thought you were in a hurry to get to the restaurant."

you shake your head, glancing around. he's pulled into a vacant semi-hidden part of the block, full of box stores and parking lot with some greenery interspersed here and there. you're glad he likes this place rather than somewhere more crowded downtown because while there are some people out shopping it's still a little early for most of the crowd and it's always quieter out here to begin with.

san blinks and you lean over to pull the lever that lets his seat slide back. "lock the doors baby."

he lets you manhandle him, clicking the button on the keys still hanging from the ignition without a word. you can see the confusion in his eyes but it quickly bleeds away in favour of a pleased smile when you shuffle your way over to fold yourself onto his lap.

"what about breakfast?"

"it can wait."

your hands settle against the sided of his neck as his head tilts back to watch you. the way his eyes sparkle at you is your undoing. he looks so soft you can’t help the kiss you lean in to press to his lips and the way he licks them when you lean back has your head reeling. you're so in love with this man. it should be illegal for everything he does to affect you this deeply.

he frowns when you pull back but it falls away quickly when you kiss down his neck. his soft sigh and the hand that comes to rest on your waist only encourage you to keep going. before you know it your lower back is pressed against the steering wheel, which digs uncomfortably into your tailbone every time san's hips roll, while you choke back a moan as his hands tangle in your hair. you love the weight of him on your tongue, the way he moans as you hollow your cheeks around him and his head falls back against the headrest where you've reclined the seat so no one (from a distance at least) can see you in the window.

you love the way he whines and squirms as you press his hips back down against the seat. the way praises spill from his lips between curses and the way he chokes your name out like a prayer as you work him, gagging a little as he ruts up instinctively when you finally manage to take all of him into your mouth until your nose presses against his pelvic bone. you love the way he tears up, hand tugging at your hair, as you stroke him through a second release lips sucking purple marks onto the gorgeous tanned thighs and along his hip while he babbles about the overstimulation.

mostly you like the way he looks at you as he comes down, eyes a little glazed over and so full of awe, and his mouth hangs open while he pants out i love yous while your pace slows. the way he smiles oh so lovingly and leans up to pull you into a kiss, tasting himself on your lips, before leaning over to grab the box of tissues from the glovebox and fixing your makeup before adjusting himself.

so maybe, just maybe, as you hold his hand and walk into the fairly empty seating area of your favourite café you can’t blame him for the stupid smile stuck on his face or the way he greets the hostess a little too excitedly today. You definitely can't blame him when his hand snakes up your thigh under the table and he whisks you away halfway through your meal to press you into the wall of the small bathroom and make you come apart twice on his fingers before he's satisfied.

if the rest of your meals are a bit cold you're, frankly, too keyed up to notice. too caught up in the promise he made about when he gets you back home to your shared apartment after this. and oh does he ever make good the words he whispered in your ear the whole ride home.

sometimes, you think, saturdays are allowed to go a little awry if this is the way your routine gets thrown off the rails.

[zorasarildim]

[randomly-generated-posts-machine]

yeah, sorry… your boyfriend was chatted up by matpat … yeah he's owoing now… sorry

[jom-jageun-mochi]

Me: just vibing and watching MHA

*anytime this mofo comes on the screen*

My IRL man:

[riotgrll2]

i neeeeeeed one

Specifically a boyfriend, one old enough to be my dad

not just after sexual stuff but treats me like his actual daughter. Says good morning and good night, asks how my day was, let’s me ramble abt anything

the kind of guy who would see me shivering outside in the rain like i was today and offer to buy me a pack of cigarettes to keep warm, i say no but he insists and gets me those cute Marlboros with the pink packaging!!

need a boyfriend who’s not just trying to fuck and have sex but one who actually likes pending time with me

(And is twice my age!)

[jesschalamet]

my dream 💌

[slxtd1ary]

It’s how you act on it — jealousy [pt.1!]

NSFW/18+/woman reader — sub!gf x meandom!bf

ft. fever — enhypen

Jealousy isn't bad or good in itself. It's just how you act on it.

synopsis: he got jealous now just pray he had mercy

includes: spanking (ass & pussy), dirty talk, meanie behavior (woman receiving)

A/N: btw I’ve my own discord: https://discord.gg/AYq3ZVKJNN

Zayne - spanking

"I said louder"

Your eyes were fluttering, the heat between your thighs so burning hot you would've lost yourself into the feeling if it wasn't for Zayne deep guttural voice. You've never seen him like this. Yes, he was playful and teasing, as well as sweet and caring, but this was nothing like that. It was a perverted sadistic little game. His hands were meticulously spanking your bare skin. You gasped repeatedly, like a quiet beg for mercy between his torturous aggressions. His cold demeanor surploming your poor self, so broken under his frame, was so intimidating that you felt crushed under it.

"S-six...sixteen! Ah Zayne..."

Negotiations, sweet talking, caring kisses, or even the satisfying grinding of your hips didn't help you to dodge his unforgiving jealousy. Why? Why did you have to be so bright and luminous next to that worm, next to that insignificant little nurse. That douchbag was looking at you with such hungry eyes... every time Zayne thought he spanked you enough, the horrifying scene run again, and oh so clearly, into his madned mind.

"P-please I'm s-sorry!—"

He cupped your chin between his sophisticated hand. Forcing you to twist your neck to face his cold burning eyes.

"You'll be sorry when I decides you are. You don't remotely feel the...torment I felt. " his other hand is roaming on your throbbing heat. "...you are feeling all hot, aren't you?" He scoffed, "you? Sorry? You just want to cum uh?"

Your eyes widen and quickly start to blurry with pleasure. The intensity of it all, the switch in his character, everything distracted you of the neediness of your own body. You didn't even noticed, because of Zayne actions tearing your mind apart, that you weren't trembling of pain but of perverted pleasure.

"Zayne I..." What could you say that would not make you see like a masochist? But, you dont have the time to reflect on it more deeply that he let go of your chin. Letting it fall on the couch. You feel so weak-

He is spreading your legs.

The action so brutal, impatient, vulgar...what's happening? You think.

And the answer comes quicker than expected.

In one, forceful, motion your boyfriend's hand hardly spanks your pussy. And the time your sensor transmits the information to your brain, he has already spanked you three more times.

You jolt and grab anything under your reach.

"I can't get it out of my head, your smile, your laugh...why did you presented those to him?"

You don't even grasp what he is talking about, but the more he speaks, the faster and the harder the panks get.

"B-baby what are-"

"That motherfucking nurse"

He cuts you off, and even if you would usually scold him with a bratty tone, you couldn't help but squeeze your legs in arousal. Hearing Zayne curse was the hottest thing that ever happened in your life. There are no doubts about that.

"You. Are. Mine. Is that so fucking hard to understand?" His voice was so deep and desperate you couldn't help but try to steal a glimpse of his face. So you slowly turned your head back, and even if you couldn't see much, the sight you had right here right now was heaven sent. It was a Zayne, totally pant up, his tie loosen up and his forehead sweaty. He was biting his bottom lip while his glasses were falling on his pointy nose. It was like everything was too intense for him, too. He had snapped and you could see it in his possessive eyes. He was restlessly spanking you, sighing in relief like it was the most agreeable thing he ever had the chance to do.

"F-fuck...y-your pussy...you gonna cum soon right? Please tell me..."

He was your doctor after all. He knew how to decrypt your body language, and he was never once wrong.

"Y-yes Zayne! D-dont stop, I'm s-so sorry-"

"Liar, you just want to cum...but p-please do" he continues to spank your pussy with reckless abandon. Growling, whining, he just want you all, for himself. "F-fuck you a-are so agh beautiful..."

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you Come unfond on his mean fingers. You cry out his name repeatedly like a prayer while his mind goes dizzy from the sight of you, his beloved soul mate, so perfect under him.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

pt. 2 is coming soon…so stay tuned! Thanks for any interaction!

[2024/11/18]

don’t forget the discord: https://discord.gg/AYq3ZVKJNN

[issues4him]

𐙚 bf!draco headcanons

- he LOVES being a boyfriend you cannot convince me otherwise

- he loves making his girl feel special

- his favorite pet name for you is 'princess'

- he lovessss buying you things

- you couldn't care less about how much money he has, but he likes to show it off to you

- you're like the only person who he can open up to

- you're the only person who's seen him cry

- he knows how much you love stuffed animals, so be prepared for having a stuffie of basically every animal to ever exist

- he really came out of his 'bad boy' persona when you two started dating

- he is such a touchy guy i swear

- literally during dinner one time he just pulled you right onto his lap

- like sir this is a hogwarts dining hall

- this might be controversial but i think his parents would actually love you

- like yes, especially if you were a pure-blood slytherin, but even if you were a half-blood hufflepuff!

- your personality won them over for sure

- draco won't ever say it, but he LOVES when you call him 'dray'

- he is a big baby

- just such a sweetheart, really

- he's also veryyyy jealous

- like, one time you got paired up with a random guy in potions instead of draco and oh boy... you thought he was going to burn eye holes into the back of that guys head

- if he thinks you're talking to another guy for too long, or he seems too interested in you, draco will come up and hug you from behind

- also the way he'd unfortunately love to tickle you...

- he thought it was funny to watch you laugh and cry until the one day when you ended up kicking him in the jaw on accident

- he was done with tickles for a while after that

- i feel like he'd compliment you like 20x a day.

- even if it was just, 'you smell good' or 'you make me happy'

- anyway he's just a big teddy bear and i will die on this hill!

[mymegrokosmos]

you wear a red dress on a date and to say jihoon is enraptured is an understatement (for 👑 bc ruby still has me by the throat).

kissing, slight nsfw - insinuation of oral (m. rec).

the way his jaw locks as his eyes take you in is your first clue that you're going to be in for a long night. it's unusual to catch jihoon willingly outside of his studio and awake at this time on a weeknight. he marked the date on his calendar, having put the 3rd thursday of every month aside for you almost six months ago now. the reminder alerts in his calendar lighting up his phone every other day keep sending mingyu into fits of giggles about how whipped his hyung is but it's been working for you both so jihoon isn't complaining. mingyu doesn't really have any room to speak anyway.

usually, you do something at home together or get out to try an activity neither of you has done before. tonight it's your anniversary and he wanted to take you for a nice dinner. that might have been a mistake, judging by the way he's underestimated your ability to take his breath away. when he finally pulls himself together enough to stop watching the way the dress clings in all the places he'd like to put his hands later he notices your red lipstick. he nearly has to take a minute all over again, head tilting back to look at the ceiling.

he lets out a breath, hands stuffed into his dress pants pockets as he pushes aside every thought about that colour. he has so many and none of them are particularly appropriate or conducive to getting through the three course meal he has booked for you both already. he can't cancel and drag you back to your room. not after how much you've raved about wanting to try this restaurant together, how often you've offhandedly mentioned you think he'll like the place. so he forgets about the colour red. the way it looks on you. the things he'd like to do. like you to do. when he finally pulls himself together your patient smile nearly undoes him for an entirely different reason.

"ready?"

he nods. you take his hand and he hopes you won't feel how clammy it is. you don't seem to mind, too busy taking him in. he preens a little at that, though he'll never admit it, and it knocks some of his confidence back into place as you lace your fingers with his while he locks up after you both.

by the time you're seated in your usual spot, the passenger seat of his car, his heartbeat has almost returned something resembling normal. his hand settles on your thigh and he's glad for the excuse to focus on the road so he doesn't have to wonder why it's your bare skin he feels when his thumb brushes back and forth in it's usual habitual movement. he sees the slit along the side of your dress later and let's just say he's a fan.

when you make it to the restaurant he stands a little taller, smile curling the corners of his lips up just enough to seem smug every time you touch his arm or move closer. he gets to watch everyone in that building glance up when you walk in and know that he's the one you're here with. the one who gets to take you home. the one you keep turning to with eyes full of love, reaching for every time you think of something, leaning into whenever he says anything to make you laugh.

to say he's fond would be an understatement. there's nowhere he'd rather be tonight, not even if hoshi made those big doe eyes at him, and he finds himself glad that you two get along so well that even if soonyoung did try something he wouldn't be upset at being shut down for you instead. he's joined you both on more than a few dates, and while jihoon might feign exasperation somehow he's always had a good time. the only problem is sometimes soonyoung steals more of your attention than he'd like. you're so quick to offer him acknowledgement of this with a hand on his arm or leg, leaning into his side or somehow making sure you stay connected even while in the midst of an animated discussion that he can't really be mad. you never forget about him, not really.

he tunes back in to your finger gently tracing shapes on his wrist where your hands lay together on the table beside your plates and he blinks up to watch the way the red wine swirls once in the glass before you tip it back. his hand squeezes yours as you take a sip before handing his glass back, humming in approval. he likes the way your lipstick stains the edge of the glass, the same shade as the merlot you've been sharing. you offer him a sip from your own and he keeps his gaze locked with yours as he tastes the sweet crisp white. it sparkles a little on his tongue but he's not sure if that's because of the carbonation or if he's reacting to the way your knee brushes against his thigh as you scoot a little closer. it's a miracle he makes it through dinner.

the ride home is quiet, but comfortable, your hand on his thigh as he drives bundled into his jacket. the way the material drapes over you is his saving grace, hiding your creamy skin and the rippling red silk he's half convinced was invented by the devil himself just to torture him from his direct view. he hums along to the radio, fingers tapping on the wheel as you kick off your heels and curl up beside him. he flicks on the heated seating and watches, from the corner of his eyes, the way you sigh and immediately sink into the black leather.

it's when he finally gets you back into the apartment that he snaps. he's not sure what does it. the press of your body against him as you step close to his side on the elevator ride up, hand linked with his and the other resting against right where his heart practically beats out of his chest. the way you drop your shoes at the door and immediately turn to pull him in for a kiss. he's been waiting to taste you since the minute you stepped out of your shared bedroom in that dress. the way your arms slide up his chest to twine around his neck or the sound of the sigh as he tugs you in closer by the hips. all he knows is that he must be the luckiest man on the planet when you mumble his name against his lips and he finally, finally gets to strip you out of that dress.

it looks much better pooled on the floor of your bedroom while you kneel before him anyway.

[zorasarildim]

[xaithings]

I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND

I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND

I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND

I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND

I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND

I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND

[sweetprincess156]

When my boyfriend can't be with me, I wear his shirt so I can smell him. 🩷Then I feel his warm body pressing against my skin. I'm naked under the shirt, and I usually have it open. 💋That way my fingers can caress my body, but in my imagination it's his hands that satisfy me.

[fleecefaint]

Can we see art you have of you and your bf?

yess anon i love my boyfriend, this is a mix of older and new art i think u can tell... @juryof69

[randomly-generated-posts-machine]

yeah, sorry… your boyfriend was softly told sweet nothings by the evil wizard … yeah he's no longer a real one now… sorry