#speaking of boyfriends

[9kylian]

[arkhambug]

you were staring. very unabashedly so, too. just… oogling your boyfriend, watching as he lounged on your couch, his black shirt fitted around bulging arms, the hem riding up around his tummy to reveal that line of thick black hair that dipped below his plaid pants.

oh my god, those stupid plaid pants. they made you wonder what the hell the hype was about grey sweats, when those existed.

and it’s not like you had anything to be ashamed about, either. he was your boyfriend, all six foot something of him, for fucks sake. all the thick muscles, and short cropped hair, and scars, and fuck, those eyes. you could look if you damn well wanted to.

you’d tried very hard to convince yourself all morning that you were fine, and definitely not ovulating, and fine.

but in that moment, watching your boyfriend literally just sit there, eyes shut and head tipped back, this was not you. it was some evil entity, possessing you and in full swing. you were ready to jump him, and it wasn’t even ten in the morning yet.

your gaze kept dropping lower, toward those pecs, all soft and plush beneath the fabric of his tee, and you could feel yourself start to salivate.

it wasn’t even anything provocative either, but the sight of his tits in a black shirt, tight over the unflexed muscle, was driving you up a god damned wall.

you curled your legs up beneath you, arm perching you against the back of the couch, the other pressed between the low of your thighs to physically retrain yourself from grabbing him like a deranged person.

because, no matter what you did, it was almost impossible to stop imagining just throwing yourself at him, and doing some entirely unspeakable things. things you know you’d never do unless it was this god forsaken time of month.

“you good, ma?” Jason asked, finally breaking the tense silence, and drawing your attention away from his torso. he was staring back now, one brow raised quizzically, and his scared lip curled up in questioning.

“your eyes are dilatin’ and shit.��

yeah. you got up, wordlessly, and walked toward the kitchen.

[16th-of-a-twigg]

He's just sleeping he's just sleeping he's just sleeping he's jus

Ko-Fi

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

sometimes katsuki gets really dramatic (but let’s be fr when isn’t he) and acts like you ghosted him when you don’t respond to his texts in thirty minutes. not in a creepy way, just in a dramatic, needy way.

he’s not worried or anything, he checks his phone every few minutes to see if any texts from you have come in. it’s a force of habit, because you usually respond pretty quickly but after a while it gets a little weird. and then he sends you a text and another one and unconsciously he starts spamming you a bit. again, not in a creepy way. just an annoying needy whiny dramatic baby, way.

“what’s up, bakubro ? you keep checking your phone.” katsuki doesn’t look at kirishima, eyes glued to his phone when he just grunts out an “‘m fine.”

and then kaminari just has to open his big mouth. his voice playful as he speaks “uh oh, trouble in paradiseee~?” katsuki scoffs, telling the blonde to fuck off.

and he isn’t worried..not at all. until he thinks about it and maybe there was trouble in paradise ?? were you maybe ignoring him ? what’d he do ?

you look up from your notebook at the sound of your phone vibrating. oh, it’s katsuki ! you smile just seeing his contact pop up.

“hi, katsu !”

silence, no response. you try again.

“…hello ?”

you hear a scoff from the other end, and some shuffling before your boyfriend graces you with an answer. “look at your phone, you idiot.”

“hello, katsu.” you snort. “yeah, yeah. hi.” you can practically hear the roll of his eyes through the phone, you giggle and your boyfriend huffs through the speaker.

it’s then that you see the wall of texts from him “oh, did you text me ? my bad i was studying.”

there’s a faint sigh of relief “‘s fine.”

“were you worried ?” you tease.

“fuck no. just—“ a sudden pause then katsuki grumbles “answer my texts next time, moron. bye. don’t overdo it while studying or i’ll kill you.”

“meanie !” you giggle, and when he hangs up you send him a text.

we can study together next time, just so you don’t flip out again 💗😚

katsuki scoffs a mean laugh, then sends you a middle finger.

[selfryed]

omfg ik how im always like “oh i love this era of gee” okay but. 2013-2015 (or 16 idk) gerard hits so much different idk how to explain… its funny bc he gives off early sunset vibes, like ur sitting in ur house drinking smthn hot while just enjoying eachothers company while the sun is starting to set 😭😭😭 im thinking too much into this but r we picking up what im putting down

[konigsblog]

older-boyfriend könig headcannons ...

cw: large age gap (20s-50s), corruption, superiority and authority kink.

photo credit: @glutt_r on x/🐦

older boyfriend!könig can be so horrible. since he's older, wiser, and much stronger with more experience under his belt, he believes he should have control and authority over your pleasure. any sex toys? thrown away, or hidden out of reach. call him ‘old-fashioned’, but he believes a man should always be in charge of your pleasure.

he especially enjoys corrupting you. during your first time together, he found himself achingly hard as he showed you how a real man would pleasure his girlfriend, not some silly college frat.

your cunt latching and clenching around his fat girth, your tits perky and nipples hardened with arousal. he fucked you ‘til he was aching and tired, watching his greedy girl bounce on his cock excitedly, becoming addicted to the experience könig had and how well he fucked you.

“aren’t you a sweetheart...” könig grunted lowly, his large hand thrown over his eyes as he dragged your hips back and forth lazily, letting you bounce on him as his back was getting sore and stiff. “scheiße, du bist so ein dummes mädchen, kleine maus. du bist so unerfahren…”

older boyfriend!könig who throat trains you. since you're so inexperienced and new to this stuff, könig took matters into his own hands. one large, calloused and scarred hand cupping the back of your head, pushing you down onto his leaking, drooling shaft, listening and degrading you for gagging so loudly.

“weak, my little bunny...” you whimper, cries muffled, your struggle evident as you push at his hips desperately through weeps and pain, tears running down your cheeks. you take his length so, so deep, that when könig wraps his hand around your throat, he can feel himself bulging out. he throws his head back with his breathing hot and exhausted, addicted to feel the feeling of your struggle and nervousness.

just relax, tilt your head back, and let the older gentleman ruin train your throat.

[keychaintabithascarlet]

Spoilers for Lisa Frankenstein but the creature writing “Beloved Wife” on Lisa’s tombstone was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen, it’s driving me crazy

[dcxdpdabbles]

Alley Boyfriends sugar baby Danny and sugar daddy Tim?? Fuck yeah that sounds hilarious. Imagine them telling the waynes “how they met” and Tim’s siblings immediately pick up that their story was rehearsed. If enough things starts adding up, they could so easily assume that Danny and Tim are hiding that they met on one of those sugar daddy sites lmao

It's not my planned direction in the story but it would be hilarious to consider them lying.

Just picture Tim panicking, making them accounts, and postdating them so Barbs wouldn't think it was suspicious.

It doesn't go well.

He writes things he thinks a sugar daddy would say, and Danny reads over his shoulder and squints at the fake messages before slamming a finger on the backspace. "No. No no no. This sounds like a serial killer attempting to lure me into a secondary location."

Tim sobbing into his hands. "I don't know how to lay out sugar for pretty boys. I have failed you Brucie Wayne"

[thebestnova]

yandere!milk men x rich afab!reader

includes; gangbang, oral (yan and reader recieving), somno, blow jobs, titjobs, dubious milk (😏), slight age gap, cum central, etc.

The milkmen know you're young and live alone. You had inhered a giant mansion, along with a fortune. The men deliver your ten crates of milk for the week and ask if they can come inside. Everyone else lets them in for a chat, but you always decline, slowly shutting the door, almost apologetically.

"Why so much milk?" one had asked once. Any moment to drag out an interaction with you were coveted among the men.

"Tastes good," you had replied. "Really sweet."

This time, though, you let them in, after they offer to help you out with your house. You haven't had time to hire new staff, so you give in.

You fall asleep in your grand suite, not thinking much of the guys' presence. They tiptoed toward your figure, undressed you, and pulled down their pants. Their huge dicks flopped out above your untouched body.

At first they stroked themselves at the sight of you, rub their leaking tips on your body. But then three ventured toward your mouth, stuffing themselves in with groans. You moan in your sleep, but don't wake.

You slobber on their rock hard members, pleasing them further. One holds your dainty head in place as they plow your mouth and throat. Spit and precum coated your face in minutes as the other milkmen crowd your pussy.

They bow their heads between your legs and suck and sip your cunt. The last milkman decided to spend time with your neglected tits, shoving his dick in between, thrusting slowly and thoroughly, hands on each cushy breast.

Your body milks them all throughout the day. At night, you wake, covered in and tasting the sweetness you'd become obsessed with.

It was all a dream for you, but for them, it stirred in them the desire for more.

[jpg-of-dorian-slay]

no bc jackie wanted to be loved so badly and she cared so much for everyone on her team, she did their face paint and misty's makeup and tried to boost morale and she loves shauna so fucking much and they exiled her and they left her outside and she froze to death. they literally froze her out. i'm genuinely never getting over her death bc she did not deserve that and all they would have had to do was ask her to come inside and if shauna was just like "hey i love you i'm sorry" she would have come inside. SHE WOULD HAVE COME INSIDE GUYS.

[romanceddawn]

was looking for something specific in this chapter but got reminded of honda and jou looking like yami's bodyguards and i love it

[francesderwent]

another great thing about having a robust understanding of the theology of the body is that if we say the body speaks a language, that means it has the capacity to speak a whole array of different words. some Christians act as if the body (especially the female body) is just speaking about sex all the time. this is wrong! the body is about more than just sex! not everything we do can be reduced down to a sexuality that has to be tamped down and hidden and feared! you genuinely don’t have to be puritanical about kissing and dancing (and modesty), because they are their own words with their own meanings, and they can have their own proper place without us treating them as equivalent to sex. the body has a lot to say.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

yall i kinda dont care what you gotta say on this one cus its real to me but katsuki is lowkey a crybaby. i fully believe he cries extremely easy,, like..HAVE YOU SEEN HIM ??? do you see how quickly bothered and emotional he gets over stuff ? no,not angry—bothered and emotional. (but the angry part also works lowkey i like to think in certain situations he gets so angry he cries.)

so yeah every time you argue—wether it’s over the phone n he hangs up on you or in person and he storms off to get away from you. he’s just so mad at you, he’s angry so so angry but he doesn’t like fighting with you. he’s in the right, he’s sure he is.. but a minuscule little part of him sorta wishes he wasn’t so this fight never happened. and also, don’t tell anyone, but he’s also pretty fucking worried you’ll leave him.

oh and there they are, he feels little tears prick at his lash line, practically clawing at his face the moment he feels them coming. he sniffles loudly nose already clogged and he scowls so hard, eyebrows pinched harder like that’ll make them go away.

he’s angry, so angry. he tries to convince himself he’s fuming just so he can stop crying.

—and he cries anyway. it’s nothing too dramatic, no sobs. only a hiccup manages to pass through his lips and he’s heaving and sniffling hard, wiping at his eyes and nose.

and he cries anyway.

[sleepyicon]

hi, crosstagging shippers! why add the tag to ur post if ur purely saying negative stuff about the ship? do you not realize the ship tag is for ppl that enjoy the ship and that the anti tag is for ppl who don’t? do you not realize your post is still likely to get traction without crosstagging?

just stay out of the tag if you don’t like the ship it’s literally so easy.

[treef-greef]

[myfandomrealitea]

"Its so hard picking between X and Y ships!"

You pick between ships?? You only ship one ship per character?? You limit yourself on ships??