#fboy

[testoster0ne]

cornelius

[50shadesofloveanddukh]

Wrote so many poems for him just to find out that he was a fuck boy😭

[izzyfemboi]

Game time

[akavirikingkai]

F-Boy Kaidan. Kinda reminds me of the male lead from Empire Records

[shoesandsocks]

Saturday morning cartoons have c h a n g e d

[partyecuador]

The boys being boys

When I took the boys to a casa for a happy tour as usual the locals loved the foreign eggplant emoji.

[makrostil]

fboy 2023

[brandonethanhan]

this is an insane post

how do you go to school after posting this. Everybody send this guy hate!

[morganic-bread]

I PROMISE I’M A WRITER DAMNIT

….anyways here is a snippet of a book not book I’m sorta writing? Will I give you guys context? Of course not silly lmao. But I may or may not work on this some more.

Stay tuned for some screenwriting scenes about a tv show idea I have thats like a mixture of your average anime slice of life and spiderman into the spiderverse sorta.

[melodrama-like-lorde]

I don't want him to meet my friends

The words left my mouth before I had realized what I was saying. I didn't want him to because I was embarrassed of him. The way he treated me, the way he would force his raspy voice and even the way he smelled and dressed. Yet I was into him? My friend looked to me and sighed, not in a disappointing way but more of a relief. She told me finally I knew what I wanted. It had been a few weeks since he had been out of the country to visit his mom back home and during that time we would call each other every night. I liked having someone who wanted to talk to me, but sometimes when he fell asleep over the phone, I would have to mute myself whilst having a panic attack.

I knew something was wrong with us, but after opening up I felt like I had to make it work. I thought I had to pull myself through the hard times and then the relationship part would be easier. It was the first person I had been dating exclusively, I had no idea how this thing was supposed to work.

When I told my friend about the bad stuff, she tried to wake me up. I told her she was right and I had to break it up as soon as he would be back. So when he came back and was eager to see me again because he missed me so much, I had made up my little speech. I was going to break up with him. But then when he almost ran my way, picked me up and kissed me in the middle of the train station, it was like my head got foggy again. I forgot all about the girl best friend he was totally into, the commitment issues and the gaslighting because somebody wanted to be with me. So when he gave me his best puppy eyes and asked me if I wanted to stay over, I figured why not? It might have even been the perfect moment to tell him what was bothering me, not like I hadn't done that before.

The night was perfect, we were giggling, kissing, hugging, he listed like ten things he really liked about me and kissed my forehead every few minutes. The next morning he had work and I stayed in his bed, sleeping in. As I was getting ready to go home, I received a poem he had written at work for me. I thought; damn maybe it could always be this easy.

Of course nothing was that easy, and in the perfect night mindset I decided to ignore the fact he had gotten notifications from both Hinge and Bumble as I laid there next to him, exclusively his. I was going to bring that up later, the night had been so perfect and I didn't want to ruin things.

When my friend texted me that evening, the same one I told I don't want her to meet him because he embarrassed me, that was my last straw. Other people could see he wasn't mine and still hear me talk about him like I was his. I wasn't that big a fool, or didn't want to be any longer. I texted him about it and we called, he was going to talk to me about this he said. He needed the reassurance because he was depressed and I would never understand that. But he was "going to bring it up" He totally wasn't. He then just told me balantly that he wasn't sure if he was ready for something serious. Seriously?! After you made me date you online for 5 weeks, suddenly you're not ready. I told him to be a man and tell me that irl, so a few days later we met up. I knew this would be the big break up and the days prior left me with an aching stomach. The day of a really big test was the day he was going to dump me, he knew how important that test was, or at least I told him and he probably didn't care.

We broke it off and I mourned us. We had so many deep conversations and nothinh I had told him he had ever judged me for. I missed the friend he was to me. I waited two weeks, every day wanting to text him to tell him we could be friends. Until he threw me off every social media we had each other on. I might slightly be at fault here because I published a poem totally calling him out.. oops. But it still hurt. I texted him saying I had hoped we could be civil to each other. He replied by blocking my number. And that was it. Somehow I had gone from wanting to dump him to seeming desperate to have him in my life al though I didn't like him that much.

I guess the desire to be loved is bigger than to love for me.

[ms-t-marie]

Damn, son. 🥹👀🥴

[izzyfemboi]

blonde is fun

[tbear401k]

Most likely to be a fuck boy

[lucienzo]

Fboy details 🎈⚓️

[seiwas]

suguru looks at you and thinks he could tell you everything.

it's tempting—how you hold his gaze when others normally avoid it. anyone else and their eyes dart away immediately, blurring him into the background. not with you though; with you, he exists in central focus.

there's a strand of your hair that's fallen out of place, and he reaches to tuck it behind your ear, quickly. it's a trick, a sleight of hand that conceals the tremble of his fingertips.

(your breath hitches when he grazes your cheek.)

the noise in the cafe is a symphony of indistinct chatter and soft alternative folk music, with ceramics clinking as the constant underlying beat. none of it is supposed to go together, but it carries the ambiance in its harmony.

he leans in closer when you speak.

you continue your story, off on a tangent already; his head tilts to the side, a finger to his temple as he nods along, lips curling at the edges fondly. this same look has made others nervous, flustered, but you seem unfazed; meeting him eye-to-eye overtly.

which isn't normal.

and if he's being truly honest with himself, none of this—what he's doing, thinking, how he's feeling—is normal.

suguru believes in secrets, that some things are better kept to himself.

but, it's one look into your eyes, at the way you regard him so unlike everybody else that has him wondering how you'd react if he tells you you look pretty instead of nice today—how you are pretty much a frequent visitor to his thoughts lately.

(you talk and talk and talk because you can never tell what he's thinking—mysterious smile matched with an unnerving stare is a combination too deadly.)

he doesn't do 'brunches'—it's either a late breakfast or an early lunch, pick one—yet he finds himself seated in a cafe at 10:27 a.m., having one with you.

the lock to his chest has been tampered with; if he dusts it off, he'll find your fingerprints, left behind unknowingly. you are innocent until proven guilty, but his lips, usually shut tight, are now slowly unzipping; it's you, the root of all this.

if he tells you he likes looking at you—might always want to—would you consider having another brunch with him? to stay longer in that suspended in-between of breakfast and lunch time?

(you blink, suguru still leaned in, listening.)

(if you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, will his breath hitch just the same?)

for @rinniessance; a lil birthday gift for you angie bby! (i might be a lil early posting this... oop!) i've never written sugu but wanted to try for you 🥹 ily you beautiful soul!! (not a birthday fic itself but i hope i gave a decent characterisation of him! 🥺)

thank you notes: @mysugu @soumies for helping me try to figure this man out 😭

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

[littledemondani]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐟𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

warnings: 18+ mdni, mentions of p in v sex, fingering, overstimulation, mentions of oral (f receiving), love bites, pet names (baby, sweetheart, my girl), squirting, fwb to lovers

wc: 0.9k

a/n: this is not edited so if there's mistakes, deal with it. not sure how i feel about this one but i couldn't not post for y'all.

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“eddie,” you moan breathlessly, squirming a little as his thumb rubs tight circles on your puffy, sensitive clit. “s’too much…”

eddie hums in acknowledgment against the crook of your neck, though he doesn’t make an effort to slow his movements down. he continues to nibble and suck at your exposed skin, occasionally peppering gentle kisses here and there.

from the moment you walked through his apartment door he was on you, not even giving you time to hang up your jacket and keys. 

in the entirety of yours and eddie’s…little arrangement…he had never shown this type of needy affection towards you. he never kissed you, never held your hand, or called you endearing pet names. it was strictly sex. no strings attached and non exclusive. 

he kissed you with urgency, his hands roaming all over your body and pulling you as close to him as he could  get you. his actions made your head spin with a million questions, but they were all pushed to the back the second his hand cupped your pussy underneath your dress.

eddie made you cum several times after that. on his cock, on his tongue, on his fingers. he couldn’t get enough of you. completely drunk on watching you fall apart for him again and again.

“it’s too much?” he asks as he gently eases two fingers inside of your cunt.

you moan softly, gently tugging on the base of his hair. he chuckles, slightly lifting himself up on his forearm to get a better look at you.

his eyes stay glued to you as he pumps his fingers into you. your lips are parted, eyelids fluttering, skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, hickeys littered all across your neck and chest. every inch of you was marked by him in some way and it made his cock twitch against your thigh.

“come on, baby,” he whispers, giving you a crooked smile. “you can give me one more.”

he quickens the pace of his fingers and your back arches off of the mattress. everything feels intense, like you’re hyper aware of all the sensations in your body. it hurts but fuck does it feel so incredibly good at the same time. his thumb finds your clit again and the contact has you moaning out in relief.

“i-i d-don’t know if i —fuck!—if i can,” you mewl.

“of course you can, sweetheart,” he says between sucking fresh hickeys onto the column of your throat.

eddie is the only one who can play your body like this. who can bring you to your limit and push you over the edge repeatedly. he’s the only one who you would let do whatever he wanted to you if he asked. you try to hide your budding feelings for him away, but with the how he’s been with you all night, so tentative to you in ways he hadn’t been before, you’re finding it to be nearly impossible.

you reach your hand to cup eddie’s face, your own eyes staring deep into his. like you’re trying to search for something deep within his chocolate eyes. and you’re pleasantly surprised when you find him searching yours right back. then his lips are on yours, completely stealing the air right from your lungs.

your second kiss of the night is nothing short of feral. you both claw at each other, needing to be utterly consumed by the other. eddie’s fingertips graze against your sweet spot and you moan into the kiss. he rubs the small patch over and over until you’re practically shaking beneath him.

he finally breaks the kiss only to nibble and suck another love bite onto your heated skin.

“you look so fucking beautiful like this,” he says breathlessly. “covered in the hickeys i made. mine, mine, mine.”

your head is spinning in a lust filled haze that you can’t even form a coherent sentence. you’re babbling some nonsense mixed with ‘yes’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘please’.

“aww, my baby’s so fucked out,” he says in a mocking tone. “can’t even fucking talk right.”

“mhm,” you mewl, nodding as you do. “eds…”

“cum for me,” he demands. “you can do it, baby. come on.”

eddie pulls his fingers from your cunt and rubs fast circles against your clit. he adds a bit of pressure, just enough to send your orgasm barreling right through you.

you cum hard with a loud cry of his name, squirting over his hand and soaking the sheets below you. you can’t think, your vision whitens and your hearing goes slightly fuzzy. all you can feel is the blissful pleasure that’s overtaken you.

“oh fuck, baby, that’s it. mmm—fuck you’re such a good girl. my good girl. shit!” eddie groans, continuing to rub your puffy clit through your high.

it takes you a good minute or so to come down from your high, and when you do, you push eddie’s hand off your pussy, the sensation having felt painful and really sensitive.

the two of you stay there, chests heaving as you glance at each other. 

“yours, huh?” you question. you’re not sure why you even brought that up, but you can always blame it on your post orgasm state. 

eddie suddenly turns red. unsure of how to answer that. he hadn’t even realized what he was saying. completely caught up in the moment and how fucking horny he was. he tries to rack his brain for an explanation, but you cut him off before he can even find one. 

“omg relax, munson,” you say teasingly, biting down on your lower lip. “i know it was only your horny brain talking.”

he plays it off well but your words kinda hurt him. it wasn’t just his horny brain talking because he was wrapped up in you. it’s because he wants you.