#i did this all the time when i was with my bf

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: incubus bf likes to share, orgy, two ps in one v, anal, incubus guys fucking each other while they wait to fuck you

Imagine incubus!bf bringing you to his group of friends. They’ve all been eyeing you for quite a bit, and thankfully your bf loves to share his pretty girlfriend!

“Ain’t she the cutest?”

“Oh wow, her tummy is so soft!”

You’re surrounded by pretty men, some on the feminine side and others tall and muscular. Every single one of them had their hands on your body, feeling and groping your soft flesh.

“My love is quite sensitive too~” your boyfriend cooed, opening up your plump thighs. “Every time I breathe on her clit she gets all wet…”

One of his friends dipped their head between your thighs, giving your perky clit a soft lick. You squirmed in embarrassment, looking to your lover with a pout.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I love watching…”

You weren’t sure what to think about these men making out with your pussy, pushing their fingers into your cunt while talking about how tight you were… but it was making you very wet to know your boyfriend was watching.

“C’mon, aren’t you gonna fuck her already?” Incubus!bf said with a pout, stroking one of his friends cocks. “See how wet she is? Hmph, and you all call yourself incubi…”

He helped guide one of his friends’ cocks to your pussy, beginning to get hard when he watched the head stretch you out.

“F-fuck… she feels so good, we’ll have to do this often…” the friend murmured, fucking into you.

Some of them offered their cocks to you, and you sucked and jerked them off like a good girl. Your boyfriend loved watching this, stroking his cock to the sight of his girlfriend being used~

The other incubi started fondling each other, too horny while waiting their turn.

You watched as the taller incubi quickly dominated the shorter ones, stroking the shorter ones cocks as they pounded their asses. The sight had your pussy dripping, because they had their eyes on you the whole time.

At some point you felt another cock enter your pussy, the incubi making out over you as their cocks rubbed against each other inside your warm cunt. Their tongues tangled together, and their tilted up your head so you could join the heated kiss.

Each incubus there got a turn with you, and your boyfriend smiled fondly as he eyed your leaking pussy.

He buried his face between your thighs, licking up all the semen that filled you up.

“Mmm… did you have fun, love? We can do this next month too…”

He kissed your head then pulled you close, letting your pussy keep his cock warm as you fell asleep.

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[sungbites]

LEE DONGHYUCK AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

pairing : bf!haechan x gf!reader genre : est relationship, pure fluff warnings : petnames, crying, kissing, and not proofread synopsis : headcannons that bf!hyuck would do wc : 1k a/n : anotha reupload we up to preface this is a reupload from my account @ pshbites, this is the original and it is my work. i only have these two accounts and if there is any other account impersonating me, it is not me.

always running whenever you need him. donghyuck was someone you could rely on, even before the two of you started dating. whatever it was no matter how big or small if it was you calling him he was there in record time. it never bothered him either, he loved that you trusted him enough to call him for whatever because that was the very foundation of your relationship, trust. 

“hi i’m looking for a yn yln?” he approached the nurse desk, clearly out of breath from running there. “ah yes, she’s in the emergency room, bed 15 i believe.” the nurse smiled softly and donghyuck thanked them, rushing to the emergency room. he had received the call of you being at the hospital around 10 minutes ago and the second he heard you were there he rushed as quickly as he could. 

he finally reached your bed seeing you sitting up, tears running down your face. “hey hey what happened princess?” he sat down on the bed, holding you in his arms. “it was a fever,” you groaned, sniffling. “oh it’s okay i’m here now don’t worry” he mumbled, rubbing your back, not caring if you’d get him sick as well. 

the constant need to touch you. you found out pretty early on in your relationship that donghyuck loved skinship. it didn’t matter what it was whether holding you or your hand, he always needed to be touching you somehow. he was clingy to put it simply, but that never bothered you one bit. If anything it made you love him even more. you loved when he would whine and force you to kiss him goodnight or when he would insist on cuddling while watching a movie, it was adorable. 

cooking for you. donghyuck had made it a routine of staying over at your place since he had roommates, you didn’t mind that either because you loved waking up to the smell of him cooking breakfast. he did that for you every chance he got, insisting that his princess doesn’t need to worry about anything when he’s there, he’ll do it all. partially because you were a terrible cook and donghyuck didn’t want you to accidentally poison yourself. 

staying up until the crack of dawn just talking. as fun and silly as donghyuck seems, he’s more thoughtful in private. it’s unimaginable to his friends that he teases them all the time but he lays next to you at night and simply talks to you. it could be about anything, the stars in the sky or your lives, it didn’t matter what it was because you both wanted to continue talking to one another for the rest of your lives.

donghyuck rubbed his hands on your clothed stomach, holding you from behind by your waist. his head rested on your shoulder. “what do you want to do tomorrow, i remember you told me about that cafe” he mumbled against your ear, pecking your cheek softly. “up to you, i’m okay with whatever” you replied, resting your own hands over his hands. “yeah but i want you to choose, i wanna do what you want to do princess,” he always had a way with speaking to you, ever so sweetly. “yeah i wanna go to the cafe” you mumbled, glad that he couldn’t see your cheeks flushing. “now was that so hard, baby?”

calling you every petname in the book. donghyuck had a way of speaking with you. his tone was always soft and sweet, so when he called you another petname, it came off as even more satisfying. usually he used baby or princess, or sometimes he could throw you off by calling you his angel or another variation of that. whatever it was donghyuck loved using petnames on you, you reaction always sparked something in him, it was cute to put it simply. anytime he called you a new petname you fight the urge to smother his face in kisses. 

resolving arguments quickly. as hotheaded as donghyuck got, he couldn’t find himself getting mad at you. anytime he felt like he was getting mad at you he remembers that whatever it is it could be solved by just talking it out. hence why your arguments never last. it could be as simple as someone being late to a date or as big as forgetting an anniversary date. either way it didn’t matter because donghyuck hated being mad at you, he felt as if it was pointless if he knew he could just talk to you and solve the issue amongst yourselves rather than wasting time being mad at one another. 

kissing you everywhere. donghyuck was clingy but it wasn’t like it ever bothered you. randomly, he would just kiss you out of nowhere, no matter where the two of you are. he could be hugging you and you could feel a dozen kisses being smothered on your cheeks, anytime he did this it always made you giggle, making him smile as well. “hyuck stop that it tickles” you laugh, pushing his face away lightly. “oh come on i can’t kiss my pretty girl?!” he scoffed out, clearly playfully because a smile was still evident on his face. as he pulled away you leaned in to kiss his lips, making him smile through the kiss. kisses were always like this with donghyuck, sweet. he pulled back, still smiling as he held you in his arms. 

crying because you cry. many people perceived donghyuck as cold and curt, but he wasn’t like that with you. he was warm and kind with you, so kind that whenever you cried he couldn’t help but cry as well. “hyuck why are you crying” you sniffled, feeling him wipe your tears, “i hate seeing you sad princess” he mumbled, looking in your glassy eyes. you laughed softly, wiping his tears off his cheeks, making him smile softly. seeing him cry with you makes you stop crying because you also cannot bear seeing him teary eyed. the two of you were a perfect match. 

taglist : @kisseudoll @hyuckworld @lqfiles @cupidhoons @ronniee-26 @bywonyo @aerifim @17ericas @polarisjisung @sunghoonsgfreal

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[missdynamighttt]

lmao okay... filipina! gf having a petty shouting match with bf! katsuki and cussing each other out in each other's languages.

the argument started over something stupid—so stupid you couldn't even remember how it began. but now? now, you were pissed.

"hoy, ikaw! akala mo porket pogi ka kaya mo kong bastusin?! (hey, you! do you think that just because you're hot that means you can insult me?!)" you snapped, jabbing a finger into his chest.

katsuki, never one to back down, fired right back in japanese. "kimi wa boku o okora seru nda yo, wakarudaro? itsumo sono kawaii kao de ki o magirawasu nda! (you piss me off, you know that? always distracting me with that pretty fucking face!)"

you weren’t even sure if he fully understood what you were saying, and you definitely weren’t catching all his rapid-fire japanese insults, but that didn’t stop either of you from cussing (possibly flirting) each other out in your own languages.

"para kang tangang sakit sa ulo na may abs! kung hindi ka lang gwapo, sinuntok na sana kita! (youre like a stupid headache with abs! if you weren’t so hot, i’d have punched you by now!)"

"ore wa hontōni mendōna sonzaida! demo... kuso, ore wa boku ga imamade deatta naka de mottomo mendōna sonzaida! (you’re such a pain in my ass! but... fuck, you’re the prettiest pain in the ass i’ve ever had!)"

neither of you were backing down. your voices clashed like thunder, both of you stubborn as hell, and honestly? if anyone walked in, they’d think you hated each other.

"oi.-kun ga utsukushīkara to itte, kimi ga itte iru koto o watashi ga rikai dekiru wakede wa nai yo.' (hey. just because youre beautiful, it doesn't mean i understand a fucking word youre saying.)" his jaw clenched, eyes blazing.

"ulol! (idiot!)" you shot back, arms flailing in frustration. "hindi kita maintindihan pero alam kong gago ka! pogi o hindi! (i don't understand you but i know you're an ass! handsome or not!)"

katsuki scoffed, stepping in closer, his voice dropping into something lower, more dangerous. "kuso, `chikatte iukedo, kimi ga nani o itte mo mechakucha shitsureina ndaroukedo, demo, kimi ga boku ni donatte iru toki no kuchibiru wa ī kanjida yo.' (fuck, i swear, whatever the fuck you’re saying is probably rude as hell, but damn, your lips look good when you’re yelling at me.)"

oh, hell no. (whatever the hell that meant.)

"ay, gago, ano sinabi mo?! pakyu! bahala ka dyan! maghanap ka ng ibang aawayin mo! ayoko na sa'yo—! (oh, you asshole, what did you say?! fuck you! suit yourself! find someone else to fight with! i don't want you anymore—!)"

before you could finish, his hands were on you—hot, firm, relentless, gripping your waist and yanking you forward.

katsuki grabbed you, his lips slamming onto yours with an intensity that stole the air from your lungs. you barely had time to react before your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling just as fiercely.

the kiss was all heat, teeth, and frustration—his tongue sliding against yours in a battle neither of you wanted to lose. the argument was already forgotten, who the hell cared what you were fighting about when this was so much better?

you tugged at his shirt, fisting the fabric, pouring all your irritation and want into the way your lips moved against his, biting on his bottom lip. he groaned, one hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck, pulling, tilting your head just the way he wanted.

you gasped into his mouth, and he used that opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue pressing against yours like he was still trying to win.

it was messy. angry. hot.

his hands roamed, gripping, kneading, staking his claim as if trying to prove his point without words. your back hit the nearest surface—maybe the wall, maybe the counter, you didn’t care—and katsuki pressed into you, lips never leaving yours. his breath was ragged, matching yours, and when you nipped at his bottom lip, he growled, gripping your thigh and hoisting you up.

"still mad?" he murmured against your mouth, voice low and rough as you wrapped your legs around him.

you tugged at his hair, making him hiss. “oh, now you wanna use your mouth for something other than yelling at me?”

he scoffed, fingers digging into your waist. “tch. big talk for someone who was just moaning in two languages.”

you scoffed, shoving at his chest (not that it did anything, because he was built like a damn wall). “excuse me?”

he grinned, lips brushing against yours. “nah, you’re not excused.”

and then he used his mouth the other way he knew how—by kissing you stupid.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ used google translate for katsuki unfortunately🤕 lmk if any of the translations are wrong, and i hope you guys enjoyed!! inspired by @ch3rryjampi3's comment in my recent filo fic💜💜

[tojilicious]

PAPA - PAPARAZZI !

pairing : gojo satoru x reader

synopsis : you're not sure how it started—but satoru loves to film you getting off on his fingers. what once started as a blue moon ordeal has blossomed into an every week ordeal, but you're not complaining! afterall, it's for satoru's eyes only .... right?

contents : perverted bf gojo satoru!! mentions of his bestie, suguru :3. lewd photography, lewd filmography, voyeurįsm, exhįbitionism, fįngering (f receiving), clįt stįmulation, gspot stįmulation, dirty talking, teasing, squįrtįng, satoru is a little slimy, nonconsensual sharing of video (with suguru!!!)

word count : 1,586.

it's not unusual for satoru to push you, his precious girl, onto your back━your legs obediently and generously spreading to make space that he wastes no time claiming.

he's between your thighs now, gracing your body with featherlight touches; your tummy flexing when fingertips ghost along your bare skin and hips bucking when his warm exhales spread over your nude thighs.

it's also not unusual for your stomach to stir when you hear his voice from down there, all too eager to make a promise to you; the same promise he'll make you every time he's got you in this position.

"if you relax and be good for me, i'll make you feel sooo good, 'kay, cutie?—i promise!" he chirps in a sickly sweet tone all while you feel him shifting ever so slightly, back and forth wiggles that you know the meaning of all too well.

he's getting his phone out.

you're not sure how it started, but what used to be a once in a blue moon type of ordeal transformed into something the two of you did often. satoru will lay on his stomach, nestling between your limbs and pointing his phone's camera right at your panty clad slit in order to play paparazzi!

all the times you lay perfectly compliant for him, plump mound covered by the cutest panties he's ever laid eyes on? photographed.

all the times your body would begin to twitch with impatience—pretty begs and wiggling hips pleading for his touch? filmed.

there's times where it almost feels excessive—like satoru needs to be filling up the hidden album of his photo gallery with that darling place of yours all the time.

but it's not his fault! you're just too irresistible!

how can he resist the need to whip his phone out and photograph your pudgy and fat lips when they're making a perfect and solid outline through the thin fabric of your panties? ♡ and sometimes, depending on how tight your panties are; he'll even see the shape of your pretty little nub's hood poking from between the top of your lips!

oh! it's just begging for his attention!

"oohh—baby." he'd coo, zooming in to focus on the tiny twitches your clit makes just from hearing his voice, "d'you need something from me?" he'd ask.

and when you give a measly nod of your head off camera—how can satoru not give in?

how can he resist the need to film the way your hips buck from him, for him? the pad of his thumb draws feather light circles onto your panty covered clit and as soon as your noises begin to vary in volume, so does the pressure of his thumb. from soft to firm, from firm to firmer—he repeats it over and over again until a damp and dark patch is forming on the crotch of your underwear.

it's not long after that that your panties are yanked to the side and his middle and pointer finger are sliding halfway into your cunt, his ears as well as the phone's microphone relishing in the sopping squelches your hole makes.

"nghhh- 'toru.." you mewl when his fingers are already knowingly ghosting over your g-spot.

"hm?" satoru hums, eyes flicking up from his phone to glance at your scrunched up face.

"y'think i'm living up to my promise, baby?" satoru's voice is so sweet despite the nature of the promise, digits parting to scissor inside your cunt.

it's so cute when you sob out, nodding your head with haste in response to his question right as your hole squeezes on his fingers like a vice. it's like your body is granting him the confirmation he's searching for; reaffirming that your nodding head is nothing but the truth.

the more reactions satoru can wring out of you, the fuzzier and dirtier his brain is becoming. your cunt is so unbearably hot around his fingers and the noises you're making are just too cute.

"you're making such a mess, cutie—fuck." satoru groans, heel of his palm opting to rub against your pulsating clit.

the stimulation has your hole spasming and drooling out more slick, satoru's absent hand pinching his phone screen in order to zoom in and capture each glob of essence that leaves his fingers glistening even more.

fuck, you feel so unbearably hot around his fingers and every time he tries to pull his fingers away—you're sucking him right back in and begging him to stay. the combination of your moans, the squleches of your cunt, and the fact that he can feel the pulses of your slick ridden walls is making his brain melt.

he needs to see more, he needs to make this his best video yet—and in a daze of hot arousal that's flooding his brain, his lips speak and the words he release shake you to your core.

"wha'dya think suguru would say if he saw you like this, baby?" the way satoru sighs his best friend's name whilst fingering you like it's a normal thing he does has your hips bucking before breaking into stutters.

glazed over eyes widen and you squeak out a choked little "'toru!" in shock as clammy hands grab onto your bedsheets for some form of grounding.

your reactions go far from unnoticed and satoru can feel his mouth salivate. he mentions suguru for the first time during such a lewd act such as this.. and instead of reprimanding him for mentioning his best friend—you're tightening around him? did you like that?

"did—did'you really get tighter from me talking about my best friend?" satoru asks and even though you can't see him, you can still hear the smirk in his voice despite the way he's trying to frame his question as disbelief.

"do you want suguru to see you like this?" his palm focuses more on your clit, circling the little bud as you mewl out a weak 'no' that satoru thinks—no, that he knows is far from the truth.

and he knows it's far from the truth because yet again, you're clenching the moment you hear his best friend's name. not only that; your cunt is starting to pulse and you're grinding into his palm with fever now.

"toru—toru.." your whine comes out as if you're warning him, "m'close.."

"yeah?" he murmurs and he presses his palm right into your sensitive bud, fingers now devilishly hooking right against your gspot and prodding with a mean pressure.

"don't tell me you're gonna cum .. y'gonna show the camera how you cum for me? or.." and as he leaves his sentence hanging as you're mewling different forms and pitches of the word 'yes', he adds on to his words.

"you gonna show sugie how you cum, baby?" and with a perfectly timed tap against your gspot and circle rubbed onto your clit; the tightening coil in your lower tummy snaps and you shriek in a way that satoru's never heard before.

"cummin', toru!" your brows scrunch together and your cunt spasms around his thrusting fingers that now work to aid you through your orgasm, wave by wave.

your tummy flexes as clear liquid dribbles out onto his hand, hips bucking and jerking with each generous burst of euphoria that spreads throughout your body.

"'toru—fuck, it's good,it's good!" mewls and cries spill from your lips as you ride his fingers and buck into his palm, tears frosting your glazed eyes.

your knuckles may stay white permanently from how hard you're grabbing the sheets, riding his hand before letting out a harsh exhale before ultimately falling against the bed.

and even as you breathe deeply, limp body melting onto the bed—your hips can't help but jerk as his fingers slowly slide out, his thumb teasingly brushing up against your overstimulated clit to spread your squirt.

a whimper leaves your throat and the retreating beep of satoru hitting the stop recording button is all you hear with your recollecting breaths.

"you okay, cutie?" satoru murmurs as he idles between your thighs, eyes locked onto his phone and forwarding through the video to make sure the angles were perfect.

"mhmmm.." you softly hum and as you weakly get onto your elbows in order to look at him, you can't help but ask—

"'toru... you—suguru isn't gonna see anything, right?"

the way you ask is so sweet that his studying eyes break from the screen to connect with you. a second passes and a reassuring smile is spreading onto his lips and the outer corners of his eyes crinkle, "'course not. just for me, cutie. all for me."

and of course, you return his smile and sigh in response to express your relief before you're letting your back hit against the bed.

"you think i'll be a good addition to your library?" you tiredly ask, rubbing your eyes before letting out an exhausted yawn.

"mm—definitely, cutie. you did so good!" satoru gently praised you, giving you a glance before bringing attention back to his phone. "thanks for letting me be your paparazzi, baby."

you relaxing was for the best—as it gave satoru the perfect opportunity to open up his message conversation with suguru, attach the video and hit send.

it's almost immediately after sending that that a chat bubble appears on suguru's side of the conversation and satoru's smile grows wider.

satoru loves being your paparazzi so much so that he'll do exactly what a paparazzi does. he'll take the photos and videos and send them over to someone who will enjoy them.

[littelovelunette]

could you do vi x female reader but they start out as friends and reader is being abused by her bf? vi is there for her and also is secretly in love with her, and one night after reader has a terrible fight with her bf, she runs to vi for protection? maybe they end up together, maybe he dies?

My Hero

Contains angst, mentions of abuse, strangling, blood, possible trauma triggers, violence

"Open the door, please, please, hurry..." You whispered to yourself as you banged on, the only person who could protect you right now, Vi's door.

You both had a disagreement once again and of course it ended with him bashing your head against the wall, strangling you, whipping you with his belt as you pathetically wailed and howled for him to stop. But he didn't.

Thats what was different this time. Usually, he did stop after an extent.

But this time you were gasping for air and bled so much, there were bloodstains all over the kitchen counter and living room rug— signs of struggle and abuse before you made a run for it. For your life.

You could hear your boyfriend pulling up somewhere in the driveway just a few feet away before Vi opened the door.

"Hey, wha—"

You pushed your way inside and shut the door behind quickly locking it with all sorts of locks possible.

Your left eye was bruised and there was blood running down your temples. The hand marks on your neck was a clear sign of strangle struggling.

Your lip was busted as well. Vi's thumb grazed over your cut bottom lip, something akin to sadness in her gaze. "Again?"

She asked before pulling you in for a somewhat painful hug mainly due to all the belt whip marks that you had on your torso.

"Please," you pleaded. "Save me." Your voice was hoarse from all the screaming and begging he had put you through which was pointless as you thought back to it. It's not like he stopped.

"How bad is it this time?" Vi asked before she helped you seat yourself at the dining chair.

"Awful." You said wincing as Vi gave you an ice pack for your head. "He tried to kill me. He choked me so hard and I really thought I died then. I had to run away because he wasn't stopping even after I passed out for like... I don't know, 20 minutes into the abuse?"

Vi knelt down, hands holding yours.

"Sweetheart. I've tried to tell you so many times to leave him, I don't know why you never listen to me."

"You don't understand. I need someone to keep myself in check. Sometimes I'm a threat to myself because of how much I struggle mentally and I can't afford therapy— you know that." You reasoned and your voice was shaky as you did, you were probably seconds away from passing out.

"I'm here." Vi said before pausing and adidng. "I love you. I do."

"I love you, too." Your eyes softened before Vi cut in.

"No, not like that. Not platonic. Not anymore. I'm sorry, I have to tell you but—... We've been friends for like eight years now and everytime I've seen you get into a relationship, getting all giddy and happy, I didn't know why I was the one sulking. But I've come to terms with it, I don't sulk because I feel bad for not having a significant partner. I want to me to be YOUR significant partner." Vi looked down before she looked back up at you, blue eyes filled with so much love.

"Vi..." You whispered, hand slowly shifting to cup her face.

"I know. You're straight and you don't feel the same way. I didn't wanna tell you because I didn't want our friendship to get fucked up like this, but— look, I'm sor—" she began but then she was cut out when you smashed your aching swollen lips against hers.

Vi's hands came to grab your wrists as she kissed you oh-so passionately, tasting the iron like taste of your blood with so much love that you'd think she was a vampire.

But the truth was something that was now transparent and uncovered to the both of you. She loved you. You loved her. There was no abusive boyfriend about to stop that now.

You both took a moment to bask in the love you both agreed to share before Vi got up and looked at you with a pointed smirk.

"Want me to take care of him?"

You knew exactly that Vi's taking care meant and you weren't gonna lie— it was hot, heroic and just fitting for the dynamic the both of you shared.

A damsel in distress and a knight in shining armour.

Cliché, but real.

"My hero." You said, despite all your pain and past suffering you managed to smile back at her, but this wasn't teasing. It was genuine.

Just like her love for you.

[barleyo]

Girlfailure.

Older BF! Toji X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: i hate toji sm, why did i write this :( anyways, to any of you who like this sick fucker, i hope this does him justice

Tags: pwp/some plot, age gap, cunnilingus, fingering, scumbag toji, overly cheesy pet names, etc.

Wordcount: 1.2k

When you came home for spring break, the only two things you could think of were one, how many hours would you have to work to afford the upcoming semester, and two, how badly did you just fail all of your midterms?

The answers to those questions became extremely clear as you crunched the numbers in your head. Sitting at eleven-fifty an hour for eight hours a day, five days a week, you'd just barely scrape by with tuition and textbooks. And as far as midterms went, shit, at least you tried. 

If you were more delusional, you'd say your professors had it out for you, but ever the realist, you knew you simply fucked yourself over this time. Hours of studying in the library, and for what? A fourty-two in calc and a fifty-point-something that your organic chem professor didn't even have the decency to round up? 

Stepping into your boyfriend's— was that what he was?— apartment, you felt the desperate craving for a square root curve on those exams, and dick. Always dick. 

All a financially irresponsible, deadbeat father of an older man could offer a "bright" girl like you was just that. Lots of it too, seeing as how you stuck by Toji. 

He was nice enough to invite you to stay at his place over spring break, for the purposes of having a warm cunt nearby at all hours, and to get you out of the shitty dorm room you stayed in any other night. 

"Oh, smart girl's back," Toji said, lazily murmuring at you from his couch. "Had a nice drive?"

You dropped your luggage at his door for him to bring to his bedroom later. His muscles weren't just for show, so you reckoned he could get off of his fine ass and put his thick arms to work. 

"No." Tired feet shuffled your body over, plopping you over his lap, face down. "Well, yeah, the drive was fine. I just don't feel like much of a smart girl."

He snorted indifferently, hardly registering your words as his greedy hand rested over your ass.

"Teacher's grading you too hard, or are y'just gettin' lazy on me?"

"Tch. Did you even graduate, asshole?" You pushed yourself up onto your elbows. "What do you know, anyways?"

Unimpressed, Toji yanked a bit of your hair. Gentle, but enough to force you to look at him. 

"Don't be a little shit. I did, and even if I didn't, it's the real-life stuff that matters. Bein' a book nerd never did anyone any good." He dropped your hair. "Street smarts and all that."

Street smarts. Jesus, what a joke. You cringed internally, remembering how the soon-to-be dropouts from last semester would claim that's what they had. All well and good to be street smart, you thought, seeing as the path you were going down would probably put you on the street. 

This was just the beginning. Whether you were overthinking or not, you were sure that if you didn't pull through for finals, you'd end up failing out. Maybe you were pretty enough to strip. Could be a back up plan, if only you could lose the "Freshman Fifteen" you quickly gained on campus, compliments of the stress eating and cheap, sugary energy drinks you found yourself addicted to. 

"I'm gonna fail out," you said suddenly, nibbling your bottom lip. "I don't know why I thought I could 'do' college. My dad was right."

Toji hated when you got like this. Not because he cared about your stress or ever-present anxiety. That's actually what he liked least about you, that and the fact that your college was forty, far minutes away. No, he hated having to deal with your self-doubt. No time to throw a pity party. No patience to reassure you.

That's the hard part about dating younger girls. He got older, and as he liked to think, wiser, but they stayed young and emotional. Such a drag. A real bummer for a thirty— okay, thirty-eight— year old man who was simply too old for this shit. 

If he wanted any, though, he knew he had to play the game. 

"C'mon, tootsie, it's not all bad. You're a smart one, yeah? And y'only got a couple months until you're done for a bit."

"Hmph."

Damn it. Women. Nothing he said would be good enough. At least there was something he could do that he knew would help. 

"Oh, I missed that baby. That's real good." You felt his warm breath fan over your thigh as his fingers plunged into you. 

Curl and twist, pump, pump, pump. That's all he could really do for you, you knew it. 

If you could ignore how well Toji made you feel, you would probably see what a bum he was. Living in a shitty apartment at his age, gambling and drinking as if money was no object, smoking enough to stain his couch with the smell of ash. Even knowing what his profession was couldn't quite deter you. 

In a life where everything was so dull, so predictable, you sort of liked the danger of a man like Toji. The risk. The wild ride that was his life. You weren't exactly Mary, Queen of Scots, but the old you would have a few questions about your current relationship with the destitute brokey that was glued to your cunt. 

The you now, through, was holding on for dear life, soaking up every second of slick, wet warmth that Toji could give you. Thick fingers prodded deep, curling against the tip of your cervix. Thick scent from a long gone cigarette lingered in the air. 

He was amused really. He would laugh, if he wasn't so desperate to be in your pussy again. Times like this, when he got a taste of you, made him wish he would go and visit you on campus. He wouldn't though, god knew he wouldn't. Every couple of months was good enough for him, lord forbid he use up his mileage to drive out of the city.

"Stop pushing me away," Toji mumbled, pulling your hand from his forehead. "Brat."

His tongue was sharp and purposeful. There were times when he would be messier, play with his food a little, but he was focused. Just not in the way you wanted him to be.

He set a rhythm for himself, a strict guideline. Every time you sucked in a deep breath, he pushed his tongue down harder against your clit. Every gasp was rewarded with a curl of his fingers. Each squirm was punished by a little nip. 

It worked, bringing you close to the edge, just to deny you. If you had it your way, his tongue would lather you and glide over your clit uninterrupted. Sadly, he was in charge, and as the bastard he was, he wanted things his way. That meant a bullying force behind each pump of his fingers, and a teasing swipe of his tongue to ease the brutality, just a bit.

There was no way he could hold you off forever, no matter how fun that sounded, so eventually, when you hands started to grip his hair too tightly, he gave a loud slurp to your pussy. 

If orgasms were money, you'd be a Vanderbilt, but they aren't. For the time being, you were happy enough just being Toji's girl. 

"Hey, To'?" Your messy hair and smudged mascara were a prize to him, a totem of his raw, sexual prowess. He hummed in response. "So, about my textbooks for next semester...?"

He sighed deeply, dragging from his well deserved post-fuck cig. 

"We'll see. Maybe if my parlay hits, doll."

[spillthepuckingtea]

Jack: In the early months of their hook ups and now relationship ex anon discussed how poor Jack's mental health was. He had his shoulder injury and his performance was declining. Ex anon stressed that in the beginning Sammy was very emotionally supportive of Jack and there was no toxicity or antics to be found (again, she polished herself up to lock him down.) Ex anon believed that a key reason Jack has stuck around so long once the toxicity started (and they emphasized it's toxic) is because he's holding onto that early time as being something they can get back to, and is now just locked in this cycle. That's why his family "gets along great with her." Obvs to not be rude, support Jack, and he's still struggling with some things even after recovery (just look at how inconsistent his playing is).

Quinn: Chilling in Vancouver. Lol but Luke told Quinn the extent of the Sammy stuff (Jack didn't/doesn't know all of it.) Quinn will run interference and be a buffer for Luke (I personally think we've seen evidence of this but won't waste more time.)

The Random Ass Blank Blog Phenomena: Early to mid last summer this whole crop of blank blogs (no header, no pfp, no bio) popped up and started sharing photos/videos of Sammy that were previously unseen (her partying, with friends, being all up on people.) They made posts discussing how they wanted to expose Sammy because she is a terrible person; one said a close friend or themself can't remember was bullied out of rushing by Sammy and her friends for not meeting the "sorority girl standards." They harped on how her relationship with Jack was clearly not great. In specific one compared a photo of Jack and Sienna posing for the camera with the photo Sammy posted for Jack's birthday, which was a cropped photo from the photo booth at the Hockey In NJ Gala (side note, still weird to me that the photo she chose for her bf's b-day was a photo from an event- that was part of a widely accessible Google drive with all the other photo booths pics- in which she cropped out his family. Nothing candid or personal.) They emphasized how tired and put on Jack's smile with Sammy is. A now deactivated gossip blog started mentioning they were sent a photo of Sammy so bad they refused to say what it was. One of the blank, Sammy exposing blogs posted a close up photo of Sammy giving a blow job (the gossip blog confirmes that is what they were sent) (also psa: revenge porn is never ok even when it's a mean person.) Except no it wasn't! Someone did a reverse Google Image search and it was a screenshot from a PHub video and the actress had a visible wrist/arm tattoo we know Sammy doesn't have as well as gages ear piercings. After that all of these blogs deleted. Who they were (clearly someone with some involvement with Sammy/her circle to get the photos they did), who sent the fake revenge porn, remains unsolved.

That One Golden TikTok Comment: One of Sammy's friends posted a TikTok of them posing and acting rather trashy in a Vegas hotel room, some random girl commented something to the effect of "you all look like such nice girls who wouldn't snark about my body to my face." This comment was made in like summer 2023, before she and Jack were publicly together if together at all. Just another piece of evidence of her being a bad person.

Thank you for reading! I'm off to bed!

No, thank you for ranting and taking time out of your day to do this for us and good night. Sweet dreams. 

[uuchii]

"In a world filled with men, he's a gentleman." ♡ - headcannons

Pairings: bf! Choi seung-hyun x reader

Warnings: none just fluff, hehe

︴note: hi <3, this is my first fic on this acc! I'm excited to post here on tumblr, I got inspired by so many writers out there! My writting might be a bit off, so please bear with me 😓 ,, anyway I hope you enjoy ♡.

Choi seung-hyun never was interested on dating or be in a relationship, he felt like it wasn't the right time to be one, considering his heavy schedules. But all that changes once he met you.

He instantly fell inlove once you two made eye contact. And after that he just couldn't help but think about you.

And of course you two ended up together.

- he probably did the first move! He might've asked you out but gosh he was nervous. He made sure on your first date he was being a gentleman. Like holding your hands, opening the door for you, paying everything, he made sure if your enjoying it so far. He would constantly check up on you, making sure your okay or feel comfortable. He wants to see you smile throughout the day. He would pull small jokes here and there, asking how's your day, he would talk about how passionate he was for music and art, and he would listen to your chat. He wouldn't get tire of listening to your voice at all. honestly he just wanted it to be perfect for you.

- your his passenger princess! Whenever your on a car with him, he would always put a hand on your thigh, would constantly rub his thumb against your skin in circles, caressing your thigh gently, as he talks to you AUGHH. He would glance at you every now and then, soft music fills the silence on the car as he drives.

- every night is always a cuddle session with him. Bed? Yes. couch? Absolutely! He likes being close to you, his hands wrapping around your waist, as he peppers your neck small pecks and kisses while he whispers sweet nothings to your ear. "I missed you today, jagi. Can we stay like this?" Honestly he would pull you back whenever you try to stand up.

- you always cook for him, breakfast, lunch and dinner. And he would always appreciate every bite because you made it. Every mornings, he would walk up behind you will you cook, wrapping his hand around your waist, as he watches you cook. "It smells good, can I help you with anything?" You would tell him to set up the table and he would. He would also make coffee for the both of you.

Everytime he has to go away for practice, recording, photoshoots, filming or whatnot. You would always pack him lunch, and he loves it when you do. He felt appreciated whenever you do, and it always makes his day, especially when you leave small notes. He always knows that how much you spend time making this just for him, and he is grateful about it.

On dinner, after you two eat, he would help you clean the table off and clean the dishes, it's a way of showing appreciation for the food your making hehe. Knowing he can't cook, he'd help you out instead.

- If you ask him to teach you how to paint, he would definitely, he feels giddy knowing you want to know about his intrests. Brings you to his studio, shows you how and tell you tips and tricks, like how to blend the colors, how to mix them and etc. He's always there. And whenever you show your paintings and your works to him, he couldn't help but feel proud. Even though if it looks bad or good, he would praise you about it. "Aein, this looks amazing, you learned so fast."

- this man brings you to his studio and would make you listen to his unreleased songs. He would ask if they sound okay, he just wants to know your opinions... that's all.. "Hey, jagi. Listen to this for me." "What do you think?" "It sounds okay." "Just okay? Are you sure?" "Yes baby, why?" "Alright I'm gonna do some changes wait-"

- whenever you feel down, he's always right there with you. He would ask if your doing alright, following you around the house like a puppy, he just wanted to make sure. "Hey baby, is everything okay? You look upset.." he would try his best to cheer you up, giving you cuddles, hugs, small kisses here and there.

[domesticdevil]

if you give me scritches in the right place, i WILL kick my foot like a dog.

don’t believe me? test it right now. go on. pet me bitch. this is not a trap to make you pet me absolutely not

[sungbites]

NA JAEMIN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

pairing : bf!jaemin x gf!reader genre : est relationship, pure fluff warnings : petnames, crying, kissing, and not proofread synopsis : headcannons that bf!jaemin would do wc : 1k a/n : yes this is a reupload but u guys are being fed <3 to preface this is a reupload from my account @ pshbites, this is the original and it is my work. i only have these two accounts and if there is any other account impersonating me, it is not me.

texting you for no reason. jaemin loves telling you everything. whether it be miniscule or important, it didn’t matter because you would know. some days he would text you while you’re at work and tell you what he’s currently doing. sometimes it’s sweet things like “saw a flower and i thought of you” or sometimes it’s just the most random things like how many red cars he saw that day (it was 5). he always tells you and you reciprocate his excitement with each detail. each text rant always ends in him confessing his everlasting love for you like he always does and of course, you reciprocate it in the exact way he said it to you.

jaem: i miss you

jaem: my baby precious yn i always love you

jaem: can’t wait to have dinner with you tonight, are you excited

jaem: i’m making your favorite princess

jaem: where are you :((((

jaem: maybe you’re driving to the office :/

jaem: drive safe baby love you

you: i miss you more

you: i was driving :) but im now in the parking lot of the office

you: and of course i’m excited for dinner baby

you: my jaem i love you so much more than words can express

you: see you tonight <33

jaem: see you princess <3333

putting you first. there would be times where the two of you would be out and about with your group of friends. jaemin would be talking to them and enjoying his time but he looks towards you and you just aren’t feeling it anymore. right then and there jaemin would decide to leave and call it a night because you aren’t enjoying yourself. he always prioritizes you over himself and some problems come with that but most of the time you know he’s doing it out of the kindness of his heart. 

leaving traces of you around his apartment. the two of you don't share an apartment so sometimes you sleepover at jaemins apartment or hang out there. since you already spend so much time there, you leave behind things. it started out small like a hair tie or a jacket but then it started becoming your slippers or a set of your pajamas. once jaemin started to notice, he cleared out a drawer for you and set all your items in there. partially he did it so you didn’t rummage through his things to find your own but at the same time he did it because it felt that a piece of you was still there when you weren’t. because of this he started collecting your things in that drawer but would always display some trinkets or stuffed animals you left on his bed. he also developed a love for stuffed animals because you adored them so much so he began buying them to put on his bed so you would be more at home. his first priority is to always make you comfortable.

buying anything that reminds him of you. your bedside counter was filled with random trinkets jaemin bought for you simply because it looked like you. you weren’t sure how a peacock with a white scarf resembled you but jaemin did know. he saw you in every detail of his life so if something reminded him of you he would buy it without question and give it to you that very day. in your collection you had all sorts of things and sometimes it was a hassle to arrange them all while cleaning but you never complained because how could you complain to that sweet face. 

always having you in arms reach. when you and jaemin were in public with your other friends he always had you close to you, not for any possessive reason but because he always craved your touch. he always had to be touching you in anyway possible, whether that be your hand intertwined with his or his hand on your thigh or anything. he always wanted to be close to you because it grounded him, it wasn’t like you minded either. you loved how clingy he gets when you aren’t right next to him, it was cute. while having you in arms reach he draws circles on you, or writes his name on that spot over and over, engraving it in your soul. he loves seeing you try and ignore it but failing miserably.

kisses when you least expect it. most of the time jaemin always kissed your cheek before you left his apartment or left a date to go somewhere, but sometimes he would catch you off guard and kiss your lips. in these moments you felt jaemins tender love the most, his lips always touched yours with the utmost affection he could give. his hand would rest on your hip before he pulls back and smiles, saying goodbye. clearly he didn’t know what effect he had on you because the rest of the day you would lightly graze your lips, smiling at the thought of him. 

laughing along to your contagious laughter. something about your laugh does it for jaemin, it doesn’t matter if the joke you told wasn’t entirely funny but hearing your laughter is like a sweet melody, he starts to smile and laugh along with you. he loves these moments with you because he sees a sparkle in your eyes, making him smile so sweetly at you before he begins to laugh along. to jaemin anytime you smiled or laughed, it was the happiest moment. he adored hearing your cute laugh even after a lame jake.

your smallest achievements are his greatest achievements. it could be as simple as “i walked ten thousand steps today” and he’s throwing a party all for that. to jaemin any small feat of yours is a great accomplishment for him because he wants to celebrate you for as long as you let him. he always wants to be the person who make the biggest deal out of the smallest things because he knows how good you feel about yourself because of that. a simple “im so proud of you my princess” goes such a long way for you.

kissing away the tears. crying in front of jaemin was something that rarely happened because of what a great boyfriend he was. but sometimes life got hard for whatever reason and you need a good cry, in times like those jaemin kisses those tears off your face. he hates seeing you cry because a part of him breaks no matter what, it hurts him more than it does you but he’ll never say that. so instead he’ll sweetly hold your face, kissing those tears away softly. “it’ll be okay my baby, i promise” he tells you, trying to reassure you and it works like a charm everytime.

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[essektheylyss]

It really is so fun that Essek started mentioning "my partner" like every three lines because he probably doesn't actually get the chance to talk about it that often.

I think there can often be an impulse when you really care about someone to want to shout from the rooftops all the great things you feel and notice about them, and Essek isn't really in a position to do that. The people who he can talk freely to already know him and Caleb, and the people who don't know them likely aren't safe to tell real personal details to. It's one thing to fabricate a parental relationship knowing that there isn't someone to trace that to, but it's an entirely different thing to tell someone honestly about the people you love when any small detail might put them in danger if it fell into the wrong hands.

The Hells are safe to say that kind of thing to—perhaps mostly on a meta level, in that the DM is aware that they are the protagonists—and they also characteristically tend to offer a listening ear to anyone they meet, and I think it's delightful that Essek actually recognized and responded to that.

[skunkes]

[deus-ex-mona]

when you’re trying to sleep bUT T H E .

[nguyenfinity]

Here’s a. Very real dream I had last year. Happy pride.

[anti-transphobia]

Everyone posts about how Stardew Valley is a cozy LGBT+ inclusive game but NO ONE mentions the lack of a platonic option for the bachelors/bachelorettes. Which would be good for aspec people and also just more pleasant for many casual players I believe but that's not even the point. I just want to become best friends with everyone and not only does that require me dating everyone at once and feeling like a sleazebag because of it (ik the bad cutscene can be avoided but I know in my heart they'd be hurt if they knew) BUT it also means the women flirt with me!!!!! Constantly!!!!!!! It makes me sick to my stomach. Truly ruining the characters I liked

[majimasleftasscheek]

i desperately need infinite wealth kazumaji ooouuu

they could be so girlypop about it

I NEEEEED TO

I just did the jima^3 fight and I wanna throw rocks sdkalgjsdg

I gotta make more copium... change the canon...