@jozhenji is so real for this tbh
LOOK AT HIM GO
i loooooove homewrecker megumi so much you have no clue π΅ this is also a pipeline to toxic ex! Megumi >.<
He listens to 'boy is mine' by Ariana Grande n 'kill bill' by SZA and immediately starts thinking of you. Just all that listening/ lecturing from gojo n toji he must've gotten growing up completely wrapped his perception of relationships.
you two were dating in his mind long before he asked you out and date farrrr longer than what you think because he doesn't count (-all-) the times you've broken up
ok so hereβs the thing iβm really bad at envision any kind of exes/ex-relationship with 90% of the jjk boys because thereβs noβ¦ thereβs no getting out of that LOL youβre locked in for life with them. most of them would, quite literally, rather die than break upΒ
the exception to this in my head, personally, is toji. heβs like, the fun ex to have around. you two can joke about how heβs been inside of you, and how you know he drinks tea with his pinky up but also be completely platonic. thereβll always be a funny kind of sexual and romantic history, but if you need a cheeky friend in your life, keeping toji around is the way to go. also if you ever just truly want a one-off hookup, heβs your guy
but megumi and infidelityβ¦ goes a bit too hand in hand i fear. especially megumi as your best friendβ¦ he couldnβt care if your current boyfriend lives or dies, so there is no moral weight on his shoulder knowing or acting on being in love with you. him being in love with you/dating in his head so trueβ¦ you are not just single to him if youβre in a relationship with someone else, you are, inevitably, going to choose him and honestly, heβs getting tired of waiting for you to realize that heβs right for you; no matter how good of a match your boyfriend might be for you, the simple truth is megumi is a better match. you can realize that on your own, your boyfriend can realize that for himself, or megumi can step in and help you <3Β
liv dropping the most insane plot line and then running away w/o further explanation
koushi loses his virginity to childhood friend!reader because you tell him that you're scared that when you finally get a boyfriend you won't know what to do. you tell him that he's the only one you trust, and you want it to be him. he doesn't have the heart to tell you it's his first time either, the nerve to say that he's been in love with you since before he even knew what that meant, or the willpower to deny you.
he and daichi move into a little apartment in the city together after high schoolβsuga studying education and daichi at the police academy not too far from the university. it's a good arrangement; they're already more than comfortable together after all these years, and the only way either of them could afford a place that wasn't a shoebox was to live with a roommate. you take a year off after you all graduate high school, staying at home to work part time and figure out what you want to do with your life.
you've always told koushi you want to go to school in tokyo. but tokyo is expensive, so you need time to save up. and tokyo is far, so koushi needs time to steel himself for saying goodbye.
gn!reader. 393 words. just a lil word dump of my current WB favorite <3
thinking about togame jo and how slow he moves. youβve always been a fast walker, a fast speaker, always in such a rush. but when you meet togame, he teaches you to relax, to slow down, to take a pause and smell the roses.
βwhy are ya always in such a rush?β he asks you one day, lounging on the patio of his apartment. heβs in his shishitoren jacket, the orange meshing deliciously with the sunglasses perched on his nose. a toothpick occupies his mouth as his fingers card through your hair, your head in his lap on the wicker couch he brought up when he first moved in.
you shrug. truthfully be told, you donβt know where it came from; the likely source was work, but youβd always been a kid that moved at high speeds. prone to accidents from going too fast, enjoying going eighty in a fifty in your beater car on the highway, skinned knees and bruised chins numbing you to real pain. you were addicted to the thrill, to the fast pace of the city, but sometimes you did yearn for a space to calm down.
not to mention, you could get used to his fingers lazily scratching at your scalp.
βdunno,β you finally say, βjusβ feel like iβm always late for something.β
his chest rumbles with a chuckle as he leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips. βwell, ya know ya can slow down wβme anytime.β the request hangs in the air as he looks off at the sunset. the toothpick is tight between his lips as he chews on it, as if contemplating something.
"why are you always moving so slowly? don't people get pissed off with you about how late you are to things?" you shoot back. A smirk tugs at togame's lips as he looks back down at you, a twinkle in his eye. "do ya really think anybody's gonna try 'n get me on that?" he says smoothly, his tone level. you huff. fair point.
instead of bantering again, you nestle into his lap, the hours of sunbathing smoothing out your buzzing brain into something much quieterβ¦a soft, gentle hum, coming from togameβs chest as he rumbles out a lazy tune, as if lulling you to sleep.
your eyes flutter shut.
yeah...slowing down with togame was something you could get used to.
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i love everyoneβs self ships sm, i love reading stories about you and your f/o. Itβs like Iβm laying on my bed, on my tummy, kicking my legs and reading a romance novel.
kissing after oral will always be hot to me
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Suo HayatoΒ |Β WindΒ BreakerΒ Ep.Β 5Β βThe Gentlemanβ
HAYATO PFP!! HAYATO PFP!! HAYATO PFP!! π€©
MALIA MALIA ANDJWJFJJW HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?? HE DID SO GOOD. MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN!!! Heβs so π₯°π©·
Suo, Umemiya and Togame have me in a chokehold
reasons i havenβt replied back:
- iβm socially exhausted - i donβt have the time right now - i donβt know how to reply - i have a bad memory and got distracted - iβm having a depressive episode and donβt have the energy to socialise
not reasons i havenβt replied back:
- iβm ignoring you just because - i hate you - iβm fed up with you - i donβt want to be your friend anymore
ur so right about dollification... that whole convo sunday has with aventurine about "you should make sure everything is presentable and in order before leaving the house" unlocked some new sub-basement in my psyche, i want him to gaslight me about how unpresentable i look, how i should only wear what he's picked out for me if i'm going to leave the house
this is exactly what brought this up JHJFDJDGHFD
when he said that yesterday i literally gasped. like pardon? he's so weird he's such a control freak i need him
i really think the dollification for him is soooo weird because he treats you like a prized possession and ornament. you are taken such good care of but you're not allowed to do any of it. if sunday is busy, he has the maids do it. you're bathed and scrubbed and massaged. your hair and makeup is done by them. the only thing sunday will always do is pick your clothes out - and he always picks something soft and pretty.
he likes when you're ready for him. and he likes making sure everything you wear gives him easy access... you are rarely afforded underwear or anything that might waste his time in trying to touch you. he's so gentle. he seems genuinely relieved and pleasant when he comes home to you dolled up and neat and it makes you feel weirdly fluttery.
it's one of the only things that soothes him i think. sometimes when he's really pissed or being kind of you know. insane. i think someone in his immediate circle will bring you to his work place and parade you around. he won't force you into his lap depending on who. if he's meeting people who know what he's like (aka twisted), he doesn't bother with the theatrics of pretending you're just his spouse and he'll display you however he likes.
sucking thomaβs dick while ayaka holds your hair back and ayato instructs youβ¦
βthere there,β ayaka soothes, smoothing back your hair and stroking the tendrils with a featherlight touch.
tears form crystalline pools in your eyesβwide and glassy, a sea of wantβas you struggle to swallow thomaβs length. the blond moans wantonly before you, head thrown back, face as sanguine as a rose in bloom. his hands scrabble against the mat on the floor, searching for a grounding force.
the kamisato leader stands to the side of your writhing forms with his arms crossed, elegant brow set in contemplation. βwe must do something about your hands... poor thoma needs extra stimulation, i think,β he muses aloud, thumb rubbing his chin. βdarling?β ayato calls to you, βfondle his balls with you right hand and grip his thigh with your left.β
thoma exhales a breathy moan when your palm rubs experimentally against his velvety sack before rolling it between your fingers. your other hand braces against his thigh, fingernails pinning down pale leg hair, drawing crescents.
βthomaβbe a dear and hold our guestβs head, if you please. yes, just like that; perfect. now you need to press their head down on your cock. they will be fine, i assure you.β
as youβre forced to take more of thoma, you choke and gag, saliva oozing from your stretched lips and dripping into a frothy puddle beneath you. thoma whines as your throat vibrates and constricts around him; his hands fly up and release you.
βi d-donβi donβt wanna,β he puffs, βh-hurt them.β
neither of you notice ayato approach the debauched scene. he crouches down and grasps thomaβs spit-slick chin, lithe fingers chilly against his friendβs burning flesh. βyou will not injure them. they simply need further practice,β he assures. he pecks thomaβs sweaty forehead before drawing back to observe.
thoma gulps and nods before cradling your head, resuming his mission to fuck his cock deeper into you. you continue to gurgle and splutter around him, hot tears carving streams down your cheeks, drool and pre glazing the lower half of your face.
the head of the kamisato clan remains by your side. he leans into your ear, lips grazing the shell, βyou must prove your worthiness.β he then presses you further toward thoma until blond curls tickle your nose. βthere you go,β he coos.
βdonβt be cruel, brother,β ayaka reprimands. βthoma is well-endowed; our guest is doing a wonderful job.β she smears a sweet kiss of praise against the back of your neck.
ayato chuckles at his sisterβs compassion. he rises to his feet with a smile. βthey are improving, indeedβalthough i am not wholly convinced. after all: thoma has yet to finish. our precious guest still has work to do.β