[lunaiiree]

SKSMDIZDLFHWPZ WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUNGKOOK ?!??!?

HE'S DOING THIS ON PURPOSE NOW. THE WAY MY MIND WENT UNHOLY WHILE I WAS REPLAYING THIS. DO U HEAR ME PURRING? AND IT'S NOT EVEN MY CAT.

Imma need someone to do a smut on this ASAP or imma get the job done MYSELF.

[rosabie]

𓈒 ˙ 🍢 ּ 🎧⠀ . ࣪𓇻 ݁

[mr-orange505]

[pink-vacancy]

Nana - 23.08.05

[lunaiiree]

So Jungkook might be smoking. Do we care? No. Is it okay to share that ? No. Are we 100% sure ? No, people have been saying it's an edit and shared pics without the cigarette. Whatever it is, it's his choice he knows how bad it is if he is indeed a smoker.

The issue is that people have been trying to support it hype up smoking, saying that making him or people who smokes feel bad is bad and THAT is what I dislike. I have my own opinion on that, nobody gives a fuck cuz it's my view on the matter but I hate smoking, smokers and anything to do with that, I find it stupid and useless to give yourself one of the worst cancer ever and to die prematurely. Any ex smoker will say the same. It's not less dangerous bc a hot man like Jungkook with tattoos who's a public figure is doing it, it's still bad and needs to be stopped. You can even cause issues to other people who aren't smoking just by them inhaling it.

"He's an adult, he's a grown man" doesn't mean every adult is mature or smoking or destroying their body. It's still a mistake and not positive. BUT attacking him and his privacy isn't okay either. It's his choice, I am not supporting or hyping it up but im respecting and supporting HIM. There's a difference.

[homo-homini-lupus-est-1701]

Parachute

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Female Reader, Jean Kirstein Summary: You and Levi have to keep your relationship a secret, but when he finds out about Jean's not-so-secret interest in you he arranges for him to get a front row seat to what he's never going to get. “You want to look at what’s mine, Kirstein? I’ll give you an eyeful.” CW: PWP, exhibitionism (Levixreader), voyeurism (Jean Kirstein), dirty talk, power imbalance, daddy kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, dubcon (the sex is consensual but See A/N for details) Word Count: 3.8K A/N:  All sex in this is consensual, but Levi orders Jean to watch, and reader was not aware that Jean was going to be there beforehand. The narration is all over the place lmaooo I'm going to hell for this... Very NSFW. MDNI Divider by @cafekitsune <3

You typically didn’t do things like this here in Levi’s office, but when you came to see him after your drills finished he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off you. Your clothes came off piece by piece, coaxed by his eager hands and even more eager mouth.

The turn of his behavior was surprising–he was usually the one who reprimanded you for trying to get too personal in his workspace–but you were far too pleased to question it. The light echo of footsteps in the hall fell to the back of your mind, pushed aside like any other unimportant thing, like the number of papers on Levi’s desk, or the number of buttons on his discarded shirt. The door was locked and you were being especially good, keeping your sounds low enough not to be heard outside the walls.

You smiled as he sat you up on his desk and stepped between your thighs only to drop to his knees with a satisfied hum. You let yourself melt into him, relishing the practiced and familiar feeling of his mouth on you, the way he licked into your pussy just like he did with your mouth, just as hungry, making a mess down his chin. The way he sucked on your folds and teased you until you were shaking, until you couldn’t stop yourself from planting your feet flat on the desk, spreading your thighs wide, and whining for his fingers.

“Captain Levi…It’s eight o’clock…?” 

A voice from outside coupled with the sound of the office door creaking open stopped your heart. Your back flew up from the desk and you yanked Levi’s hair so hard he gasped into your cunt. 

Jean Kirstein was standing in the doorway with eyes as wide as saucers, frozen in shock at the scene before him. His Captain on his knees was not a sight he ever thought he’d see, and you spread out before him, dripping onto the pristine surface of the wood—

“J-Jean! Get out!” Your free arm flew up to cover your breasts, legs locking instinctively around your boyfriend’s head. 

“Oh s-shit…I’m—I’m sorry—“ he stumbled over his words, scrambling to get out the door as Levi wrestled your thighs open and stood, feet still planted between your legs.

“Stay where you are, cadet.” Levi’s voice was level, conversational even, but it was a command and it was followed. 

Jean came to halt still facing the interior of the Captain’s office, but his eyes were fixed on the floorboards between his own boots, his face coloring rapidly.

So Levi had heard Connie’s comment this afternoon. 

“Why don’t you ask your girlfriend, Jean? We all see how you look at her.”

The even step of boots that had retreated around the corner stuck with you and you hoped that it hadn’t been Levi, your Levi, who wore them. Your relationship was against regulations, he couldn’t make it public and you knew that bothered him as much as it bothered you. 

You had told Connie to shut his fat mouth but because you couldn’t also tell him why—that your boyfriend was his commanding officer, the one likely within earshot at that moment—all it did was make everyone in the room snicker, sure that they’d caught you and Jean in some secret.

“Sir—I…I had no idea—” Jean blurted. Every second that passed the poor man looked more and more like he was losing his entire blood volume.

“H-he just looks a little too long sometimes. It’s not a problem—nothing else ever–”

“I know.” Levi squeezed your calf reassuringly, his tone soured as he spoke to the man before him, “but I don’t think you know that nothing’s going to happen. And you’ll stay right there until you do.”

Of course you’d noticed the way Jean stared. 

You weren’t a moron and Jean wasn’t exactly subtle. But it wasn’t something you worried too much about; he never made any gross comments, never tried to grab you or anything, his eyes just lingered on you when they shouldn’t, and definitely where they shouldn’t—on your ass when you’d bend over to pick something up, or on your chest when you were sweaty and out of breath from training. The changing rooms could get a little hot with so many fit young soldiers stripping down left and right. Who could blame him?

Things had started to catch between you and Levi, the only man there you’d ever really had eyes for in the first place, and Jean’s attentions drifted even further from your mind. You never called him on it and he never tried to take it farther. It felt innocuous enough that you’d just let it go. 

You never breathed a word of it to the Captain; Jean wasn’t a problem and if he became one you would confront him yourself. He had no clue that you and Levi were an item, no one did. You were confident that if you rebuffed him, Jean would back off, but if he didn’t, there wasn’t a man in the world who wouldn’t run the other way if they heard you were attached to Levi Ackerman.

You kept that in your back pocket like the ripcord on a parachute. 

Unfortunately, Levi seemed to have come to a similar conclusion. You wouldn’t need that parachute after all.

Jean gulped at the dark tone of the man’s words, swallowing so hard you saw his Adam's apple bob, but he stayed put. You let out a surprised squeak when Levi pulled his hand off your knee and plunged two fingers into you, all the way to the knuckle. You gasped at the feeling–exactly what you’d asked him for minutes earlier–but stopped the whine in your throat, nervousness prickling over you.

All you had to say was “red” and this spectacle would be over just like that. You knew Levi would stop. 

So why didn’t you? You should have said “red” ten times over by now…only a part of you liked finally being seen with the Captain. A part of you preened knowing that Levi was jealous enough of your comrades’ wandering eyes to summon the man and shove your relationship in his face like this. 

You looked toward Jean’s figure standing tense and frozen in the hall, then up at Levi. You were unsure and out of your element as well as afraid Levi would be upset that you weren’t calling it off. But he wasn’t.

“I thought you said him looking wasn’t a problem? Hmm?” Levi’s eyebrow jumped up and you could hear an undercurrent of amusement in his voice.

He started pumping his fingers and you gasped at the slow drag of them in and out of your pussy. You couldn’t stop your whines anymore. Soon each curl of Levi’s lithe fingers inside you could be heard by a wet shlick…shlick…shlick that echoed off the walls. You gripped at his wrist, trying to anchor yourself and keep him at his task despite the shame burning in your cheeks.

“Levi—” your call was a warning; your orgasm was building more with each press of his fingers as he ground them slow and hard exactly where you liked it.

“You won’t mind him looking now then, will you?” there was a gleam in his eye as he looked down at you laid out before him, your eyes already falling closed as you surrendered to him. “Is it a problem, or isn’t it?” 

“No.” You gulped, feeling Levi’s other hand fall between your legs and his thumb start to work against your clit. “It’s not a problem, sir.”

Good girl Levi whispered down to you before his voice turned biting and his nose flared, “You want to look at what’s mine, Kirstein? I’ll give you an eyeful.”

You whimpered when he pulled his fingers away, leaving you right on the edge and desperate for release. He bent down and kissed your clit, such a sweet gesture, before he gathered your arousal on his tongue and lunged for your mouth. In the same instant you felt the blunt press of his cock at your entrance, sliding in in in until your bodies were utterly flush.  

The shaky panting sound in the air must have come from you, so overwhelmed by the press of Levi’s tongue and your own taste in your mouth and the sudden blooming pressure in your belly when your Captain slid home to fill you. He gave you only a few seconds before he started to move and you could swear you felt your brain shut off.

“How’s she look?” He hissed, grabbing one of your legs from around his waist and pulling it up to run vertically along his abdomen, your foot sitting high on his shoulder. He smirked down at the place he disappeared inside you, his eyes cut to Jean standing rigid in the doorway. “As good as you thought she would?”

Jean’s eyes wandered hungrily over your body—truly bared to him for the first time. He’d seen you in your underwear before in the changing rooms, it was unavoidable, but never like this; skin covered in sweat, sprawled out on Levi’s desk and panting. It was a sight so mouthwatering he’d never even dreamed of it.

“Did you hear me, cadet? Don’t be rude now.”

Jean looked like he swallowed his tongue. He tore his eyes away from your body long enough to look up at Levi, fear in his face, afraid to open his mouth. 

“B-better.” He choked out. 

Jean knew they’d look good but gods above your bare tits were a sight, nipples hard and sensitive and thrust toward the ceiling as you moaned praises to the man between your legs. To Jean’s captain. This was so wrong he wanted to be sick. So wrong he…God why was his cock stirring against his zipper?

He gulped hard, unable to keep his eyes from sweeping greedily up the curve of your ass and sticking on the way the fat of your thigh was flattened to the bunching muscle of Levi’s hard body, sweat-slick skin sliding and rubbing in a way that made fire roar through his chest. The gentle bend in your knee gave definition to the muscles in your thigh, the curve of which was mirrored when your back arched up off the desk with a moan.

Jean barely bit back a whine. 

Your hand shot out and grabbed Levi’s wrist, a wanton moan falling from your lips. “C-Close…Baby. Levi, please…”

Your lips opened and you sang for him like you always did. The sight of you bowed off the desk and the sound of you coming undone around Levi, ahh—ahh—ahhh…oh god—, proved to be too much. 

Jean felt the blazing pressure of his Captain’s eyes fall on him before his mocking voice cut through the silence of the room.

“Look what you did to him—didn’t even touch your pretty cunt—” 

Levi saw the moment it happened; that’s when the tables really turned. He saw the way Jean leaned over a bit as his abdomen bunched, saw the wet patch appear on his breeches and grow when the sound of your ecstasy rang in his ears, saw the way his hands started to shake with the effort to keep them off his cock that was aching and spurting untouched against his thigh.

Levi grinned. Jean wasn’t leaving that spot before he heard you beg Levi for his cum. Before you were babbling about how good it made you feel, how warm and full and perfect Levi fucked you. 

“You had enough?” He grunted down at you.

You dragged your eyes up from where your bodies were connected and ran them up his torso, over the fine tendons in his neck which were catching the candlelight just right and throwing shadows that made him look like a living, breathing piece of art.

Enough? You wanted to laugh.

“Levi,” your eyes fluttered up at him, voice syrupy and warm, the way it always sounded after an orgasm; it sent chills down Levi’s spine every time, “I want more—please, want your—” you broke off with a glance back at Jean, your face heating as you stopped the request that fell naturally out of your mouth every time you had Levi inside you. 

Levi’s eyebrow was raised and the smirk on his lips told you what you dreaded already. You weren’t getting anything else unless you asked for it. Explicitly.

“Speak up, lovely. I can’t hear you.”

A roll of his hips brought him against a spot that caught the breath in your throat. You grabbed wildly for him, one hand clutching into the dip in his hip bone. He did it again and again, too slowly and too far apart to build you toward anything. A mockery of what you wanted him to do, of the way he moved his hips when he was truly fucking his cum into you. But god did it make pleasure tingle down your legs.

Levi inside you felt like touching the stars. He knew your body better than anyone ever had and he made sure you didn’t forget it. 

He knew what you were hungry for, knew you wouldn’t be satisfied without it. You wanted to be so full of him it leaked out all over his desk. To be his. To be made to be his again and again until the need in your belly was snuffed out and replaced by something hot and salty and him.

Your need was built so high you could barely talk, couldn’t even begin to articulate it, but you meant to try. Again, you glanced back and you lost heart under the amber eyes of another man, an intruder on this moment. You were torn in a way you’d never been before in Levi’s arms. Your heartbroken whine tugged at him.

“Look here, lovely.” Levi said, voice going soft as he reached forward to cup your cheek in his hand so tenderly you felt warmth blossom under your ribs, “Don’t look at him, look at me.”

And you did. Looking into Levi’s eyes you knew without a doubt you were safe. That he had you. That he wouldn’t ask you for anything you shouldn’t give. So you held his hand against your face and pulled him in for a slow, sweet kiss. 

The tension melted out of you, turned you soft and pliant like warm butter running over a steaming roll. Let him look. Let them all look. What would that take away from you? You didn’t care about anything but the fabulous man you had between your thighs who was asking you to trust him.

You looked into Levi’s eyes with a smile, hoping to convey the trust you felt. Your leg was burning when you bent forward and captured his mouth in a kiss, your hand coming up to grip at his hair, licking and sucking at him until nothing but gasps and groans could be heard. When he started moving in you again he let out the prettiest baritone groan you’d ever heard.  

You were well past the point of caring that Jean stood in the doorway. You couldn’t even see him anymore the way your head was tipped back to rest on the surface of the desk as Levi gripped you hard by the hips and ground into you. 

“There. O-oh right there. Levi f—please—“

One hand slid up to grip your thigh, keeping your body in place against him. He worked into you with smooth, even strokes that made you lose control of your tongue. The pleasure was so blinding, your need so desperate, that your mouth dropped open and you said things you wouldn’t have said in front of a fellow soldier even at gunpoint.

“Ahhh—D-Daddy….Oh, daddy please don’t stop—"

Daddy. 

Whenever Levi heard that word from your lips he saw white. Only when you were so so needy and vulnerable did you let it fall, when you were crying big, fat tears and you needed him to cover you with his body, to hold you just right and take care of you in the way only he could. To give you what you needed so badly.

Though it was you laying belly-up it somehow felt like your hands were around Levi’s throat. It was overwhelming, thrilling, and a part of it sat solemn as a stone in the pit of his stomach. He went painfully hard every time; he burned with pride that he was the only one you said that to. It was him you whimpered for, him you let take you apart, him you’d beg for even in front of another man. 

You were completely surrendering to him, ripping back your skin and pointing with a knife blade: here is where you can hurt me if you want. 

But he never would. He’d do anything not to.

A strangled sound from the hall turned Levi’s head to see that Jean had pushed the waistband of his breeches down his thighs, no longer able to keep his hands off himself. “Holy f-fucking shit…” Jean whined under his breath, but not quietly enough that Levi couldn’t hear.

Jean’s eyes were screwed shut as he fisted his aching cock. Anger flashed in Levi’s belly. “Look at her.” Levi growled, “Watch her cum on my cock, Kirstein.” 

Levi’s eyes fell back down to your face and he smiled. Even if he hadn’t been inside you feeling firsthand how ungodly tight you were getting, he could tell just how close you were by the look on your face alone. Your mouth didn’t fall open like that–a thin line of drool running down your cheek–unless you were seconds away from heaven. 

“Prettiest damn thing you’ll ever see.”

Ever the good soldier, Levi kept his pace exactly. His hips rolled into you with such relentless consistency, such consuming depth, that tears started spilling down your face. When your orgasm hit you a proper sob busted out of your mouth.

One of Levi’s hands went to your face, cupping your cheek softly as he cooed down at you, still driving his hips at that perfect damn pace. 

“That’s it…There you go…keep cumming for me…keep c–o-ooh, shit…my perfect fuckin’ girl…”

You nuzzled against his palm, pleased at his proximity as you came back to yourself. You felt so frayed and elated, like every nerve was flashing pleasure all at once. Your voice was rough and wobbly when you slurred praises up at him.

“S’good…So s-so good…” tears were still falling but you couldn’t care less. You knew Levi liked them. You ran your hand over his face, fingers sliding into his hair “Need it…I need it baby…Been waiting so long…”

“I know,” he cooed, “been so good for me too.” 

He grabbed your ankle and slid it off his shoulder, running a firm hand down to the back of your knee and mirroring the motion with the other as he unwrapped your leg from his waist. He pressed your knees toward your chest and you sighed with relief, mentally preparing yourself for the deep plunge of his cock into you, when he pulled out entirely. 

You squeaked in protest and looked up to see him stroking his cock with one hand, the other still bending you precariously against the desk top. 

“Nooo! No, Captain, please—“ you whined, feeling your pussy clench, empty and aching since he tore himself away from you.

“Where do you want it?”

You clawed at his arm “—inside! Want it inside, Sir, please cum inside, please…”

“Want me to breed this pretty pussy? Want your little boyfriend to see how greedy you are for my cum, hmm?”

If you nodded any harder your head would fall off, “Yes! Yes, Sir. I’ll show him—“

The shaky moan that came out of you when he leaned down over you and finally pushed back in was surely audible in the adjoining offices. They should have been empty at this hour but you were too far gone to care. The fact that Levi didn’t reprimand you for it meant that he was as well.

“Look at her face when I fill her up, and don’t you look away.”

He didn’t spare Jean a glance, the poor man was stricken so dumb by the way you pled for your Captain to breed you that he reflexively responded out loud to Levi’s command. Yes, Sir.

Levi only started indulging you in this recently; he was a careful man, and a rigid one when it came to personal responsibility. But your implant was good for another two years, and you swore to him that if it ever failed you’d leave the corps for good. He swore that he’d be there if it did, and you trusted him in that like you did in everything else. 

That you were the only one he gave all of himself to, the only one he trusted enough to do this with, made you so soft for him it could melt your brain out your ears.

A deep groan against your neck made your skin tingle and then you felt it, his hips stuttering and grinding hard into you, pushing as deep as he could get. You gasped at the rush of heat and wetness he poured into you, hips working until he had nothing left to give. A blissful, pleased sound left you as you tightened your legs around Levi’s hips, holding him close. 

There was just nothing else like it. Satisfaction must have been mirrored obviously on your face because Jean audibly gulped at the sight. You heard him clutch onto the old door that still hung open and it creaked under his weight.

You blinked up at Levi with a grin on your face that widened when you caught the little sigh that left his lips for you alone. You didn’t look back at Jean. There was no reason to when you had everything you wanted right in front of you. 

Levi graced you then with one of his rare smiles, something more than a mere upward curve of his lip, as you leaned forward to run your hands lovingly across his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, eyes not leaving your face. You started trailing kisses up the length of his neck, each turning heavier than the last as you felt him soften inside you and decided you weren’t ready for that quite yet. Levi’s breath hissed out and he shot you a look of pure adoration before throwing a dismissal over his shoulder.

“Kirstein.” Levi growled. Jean was panting as he turned his face up to his Captain, looking ruined. “Fuck off and close the door on your way out.”

[lunaiiree]

The way my legs closed reading this

[lachatalovematcha]

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🍪 ⋆ 🍩 🎀 𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙮𝙖𝙣 🎀 🍩 ⋆ 🍪

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[wukuat]

[w-eons]

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏𝓵𝗈𝗏𝖾　　𝗒𝗈𝗎ㅤ ♥︎ ㅤ

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀ㅤ ♥︎ ㅤ

[yourdaddyfigure]

Will I introduce you to my parents? Of course 🥰

Will I be shoving my cock in your ass in the next room over? Of course 🥰

[djglory]

[luvtaboo]

[girlsaredumb]

Facts

[rednexicanpirate]

Always flagged

[wukuat]

[kazushawty-deactivated20231015]

watching porn w stsg ? it starts out talking shit about the script and the shitty acting, mocking the obviously fake and obnoxious moans — then, it just so happens that the three of you come across a decent, good even, amateur threesome :OOO

DOUBLE STUFFED: OREO STYLE st + sg

SUMMARY: adult films are always so boring and overly dramatic. eye roll after eye roll when the woman “climaxes.” yet what happens when all three of you grow curious?

CONTENT: fem! reader x gojo & getō, brat! reader, college! au, degradation, praise, threesum, you get double stuffed literally, f! & m! receiving, spanking, overstim, manhandling, size kink, unprotected, pwp + crack, breath play, nipple play, hair pulling, geto eats it from the back, you squirt, rev cowgirl (pet names: princess, pretty girl, baby)

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

NOTE: apology fic for killing off gojo last week lol. first time writin a 3sum, i triedd 💔. 4 my luvs @ramonathinks @satoruhour @hyuntaru @neptunes1nterweb @takst4z

“. . ohfuckkkkfuckyesyesyes'mcummingyesyesyesyes . . ”

“. . ehhh—” Gojo grumbles, sitting beside you and geto, your laptop placed on top of the small glass table, sounds of dramatic moans and sheer skin slapping leaving the volume parts of your device as all three of you watch. “this isn‘t even accurate,” Gojo yawns— lifting his feet and resting it against the edge of the table. “plus, that guy isn‘t even inside, they’re clearly faking it—!”

“Shut up, Satoru, it‘s getting good,” you mumbled, blindly putting a hand over your roommate‘s mouth, attempting to shush him and his white eyebrows furrow—

Geto chuckles, glancing at you with his bulky arms crossed, a slight smile forming on his pink lips.

“Of course you‘d be enjoying this,” Geto hums, his long ravened hair just drooping over his shoulders, wearing nothing but casual black shorts and a university hoodie— colors of pure dark purple and grey.

“Can‘t say I’m surprised.” He coos.

You playfully nudged him, raising your brows, and he had a near smug grin on his lips. Geto always loved to tease you— despite you three only being roommates for just a few weeks, you‘ve all been friends for quite some years, so it just made sense to live together, share a dorm in all.

“. . . What’s that supposed to mean?” You glared, and his gaze lingers at you for a split second before Gojo dramatically coughed— interrupting the two of you.

“Can you guys like stop flirting for one second, please? I‘m seriously about to throw up,” Gojo grumbles, his bottom lip tucking out— he was like a baby. You giggled, averting your eyes back towards the screen— Geto rolls his eyes at his melodramatic of a best friend, a quiet playful hum leaving his lips. “Thank you.” He crosses his arms.

As the script plays out on the screen, you rested your head against Gojo— he didn’t mind exactly, he was drinking some sort of drink in a red plastic cup, it smelled astonishingly sweet, syrupy-like in more ways than one.

“daddydaddydaddy—so close— too big! ngh!f—fuckharder.”

“oh yeahhhh mhm— baby— take it— so tight— hnghhhh.”

“You know what I don’t get?” Gojo speaks, sheer annoyance in his tone— you and Geto both groaned at the same time, he never knew when to just shut up. All Gojo did was just talk talk talk. There‘s silence but Gojo puffs out a breath before humming.

“Okay, sure! I‘ll tell you,” he mumbled, sitting up, your head landing against his lap and you grunt. “I don‘t get the whole oh daddyyyy kink. Like yeah, I get it‘s a popular kink and all but it’s such a turnoff when she says it like every second.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up from his lap. “It‘s called acting, Satoru. It’s supposed to be dramatic.”

“He‘s too dumb enough to understand, I’m afraid.” Geto snickers, grinning at Gojo.

“You two are assholes,” Gojo furrows his eyebrows, offended and it was honestly kind of cute. “And you,” he scoffs, “Don‘t act like you wouldn’t moan exactly how that girl is doing. I bet your moans are even more dramatic.”

You suddenly grow hot at the thought, staring right into his bright oceanic-like eyes, raising your brows that nearly came together. “Pft. What? What does that even mean? You wish you could hear my moans. I bet you moan more than me, little girl.”

“. . . Little girl?” Gojo spat in disgust and repeated your mocking words.

“You two are so annoying,” Geto sighs with a chuckle, leaning up towards your macbook— scrolling towards another video to watch near the recommended section.

Various three-second clips of the video played, and Geto skimmed through each one before he finds a certain one titled: BUSTY COLLEGE SLUT GETS PLOWED BY TWO MEN! NOT CLICKBAIT! SERIOUSLY. WATCH NOW FOR A GOOD FUCK.

“. . . Ooh. This looks good.” He utters in a soft purr.

The two of you eventually stop bickering, and focus your eyes towards the screen once more, Geto clicks the PLAY option, and the website‘s intro play, the iconic drums before showing the browser‘s infamous pink logo, kazuhub.com.

Once it plays, it starts off slow, not particularly a plot this time— thankfully. It gets straight to it. The girl is pretty, with long dark black hair, a few tattoos printed on her body, and a nice plump chubby figure too. She had hips for days, and curves in all the right places.

The guys were attractive as well, both tall and broad— and within seconds, she was already getting fucked into the mattress by the both of them.

“good girl, doin' so good for us baby.”

“look at her, just taking us both so good. mhm—fuck 'm getting close— shit . . ”

Finally after dozens of dramatic, fake and obnoxious adult films— this one feels real.

Strictly amateur.

The girl surprisingly didn‘t moan as much, her voice was pitched just a bit, raspy— and she had nipple piercings, playing with her tits as the video time skipped, and now, she rode one guy— while making out with the other, it was sloppy, and sooner than you knew it, you started to feel yourself throb.

Right between your legs, all you wore was a hoodie— one of Gojo‘s actually, you told him you were cold and he let you borrow it . . . Although, you were wearing nothing but pretty black panties underneath.

Surely they wouldn’t notice to see you playing with yourself, right?

You laid back against the sofa, spreading your legs ever so slightly, bringing a hand down towards between your thighs to spread yourself open, prodding a middle finger against your silky entrance. You were already soaked, drenched even— you had no idea, this entire time there was such a mess right between your legs.

The more the video played, constant mhmmm’s and ahhhh’s, the more aroused you grew.

A tiny soft breath leaves your lips as you start to sink a finger inside of your sweet cunt, biting down on your lip as your two roommates sat beside you. But of course, it had to be ruined by no one other than Gojo. He just so happened to spill his drink, and once he reached down to grab his cup— he saw you, fingering yourself, trying hard to suppress your moans.

“Are you.. playin' with yourself?” Gojo mutters, eyes widening before growing slightly amused, a smile forming on his lips— soft dimples forming near the very crevices of his mouth. Smug bastard.

“W-What? No, I‘m not..” You trailed off, just to see Geto staring at you now as well, cockily clicking his tongue and shaking his head. “What . . ? You don‘t have to believe me.”

“Roomie, your finger‘s still inside your pussy, that’s all the proof we need,” Geto chuckles, leaning up close to the both of you.

Gojo stares at you with a teasing smile, grabbing your wrist and seeing how slick-drenched your fingers are before he mumbles, “Hey, wanna fuck?”

You suddenly grow shy—? Attempting to speak but nothing came out. It‘s like that for a few seconds before you utter in a cute voice. “Like.. a threesome with . . all three of us?”

“Yeah, Y/N, that‘s… literally what he‘s saying.” Geto deadpans and you giggle— and you roll your eyes at his constant teasing.

“Whatever Suguru..” you grumbled, still slightly embarrassed from being caught of pleasuring yourself.

Clearing your throat, you paused the video before shrugging. “And yeah, sure,” and then you stared at both of them— before randomly, your eyes trailed down to Gojo‘s lap. The way he sat, it was so slutty, manspread, wearing just a white tank top with loose fitted shorts, nearly baggy— and you could just about make out his bulge.

“It’s all yours,” Gojo mutters cockily, catching you gawk at his bulge.

You grew embarrassed before glancing away, crawling towards him on the sofa, before you suddenly leaned in to kiss him— you didn‘t know why, but you did. Gojo was taken a back, a tiny surprised mpfh leaving his lips as his rough hands gripped your waist, feeling you get on his lap, your tongue softly brushing against his— he tastes so good, he groaned, feeling you softly bite against his lips—

Gojo smells your sweet alluring scent of perfume, it drives him crazy— you drive him crazy, he‘s bricked hard though, you grinding against his lap, his bulge, while your glossed lips press against his makes him grunt in a needy manner.

He wants you.

“You’re gettin' Satoru turned on, princess,” Geto slyly says, and you moan— feeling Geto get beside you, planting soft kisses everywhere near your upper arm, sliding his own hands down your waist, down your thighs— before it slid up your university hoodie, his hand, going between your legs, and he feels how wet you were, your panties were already moved to the side from you just playing with yourself, and a smile forms on his lip. “You were wearing only panties underneath? Never knew our roomie was such a dirty girl.”

You break away from Gojo, moaning once Geto makes you bend over with such a perfect arch—your face near Gojo‘s lap, and your hands rummage through his shorts, untying them before eagerly reaching for his boxers, only before slowly springing out his thick cock—

You licked your lips, staring at your roommates length. He stood tall, the base was narrow— fat head, tip was swollen a bit, bright pinkish red, with a slight curve, pre-cum already leaking down, you softly moved your tongue against it, licking it clean, and Gojo grunts— staring down at you. He intakes a breath; watching your tongue go down toward his base—

Licking upwards of his length slowly, feeling his veins collide against your tongue— you moan, feeling Geto pull your panties down from behind you, and he leans down— and you whine, feeling him give you a mean spank as your ass stuck out, starting to stroke Gojo. Geto squeezes your ass, staring at it, before you go down on Gojo eagerly, staring to take him into your mouth— cheeks slightly hollowing as you went up and down, he was so big— his girth, huge, Gojo was so eager, he just couldn’t help but thrust into your mouth a bit as he sat back against the sofa— hearing you gulp and nearly gag, strands of spit leaving your mouth as he’s hitting the back of your mouth.

“F-Fuck, your throat—” Gojo grunts, his abs flexing and clenching from underneath his shirt.

Geto pulls your ass up close to him as you‘re occupied sucking off his best friend, and you moan— feeling a sudden wetness go against your folds, Geto spat on your cunt, before rubbing a thumb against your folds, only to then press his lips against it— sucking firmly and you whined, trying to focus on Gojo‘s hardened dick in your mouth.

You made Gojo feel so warm— your mouth was just sloppy, swiftly using a hand of yours to match your mouth movements, turning your wrist a bit against his length in a repetitive motion— and Gojo‘s just losing it, huffing out short breaths, a hand firmly grips on the top of your head, watching you bobble up and down before groaning. “F-Fuck, jus’ like that, so pretty with your mouth all . . f—full . . ”

Geto moves his tongue against your pussy, slowly lapping it up at first— eating you from the back, and you whimper, pretty nails digging into Gojo‘s beefy thighs that flexed and tensed within each time your head moved up and down his shaft. The ravened haired grunts, nose deep now, you shiver once you feel his tongue glide against your labia, your legs twitch—

Speaking of twitching, you felt a vein near Gojo‘s shaft, he was pulsating all in your mouth. He‘s always fantasized about this exact scenario happening, actually. As Geto‘s nose swipes and swipes against your cunt as he’s eating you out, he was so messy— lapping up your folds, he‘s absolutely slurping right through you, two rough hands spreading your ass a part just a bit, occasionally spanking your ass— making you whimper as you kept sucking Gojo off, your tongue making contact against his sensitive fat frenulum— earning a deep low grunt from him.

“. . . Damnnn . . . girl,” he groans, his voice growing slightly deeper than how it‘s usually a bit high and playful. And Gojo can‘t help but start to shove your head down just a bit further— he loves hearing you gag, the way his plump tip just taps and taps against the very back of his throat— it drives him mad. He craved it so much so that his right leg started to bounce tremendously.

“Arch that back more f'me, pretty girl,” Geto hums, nibbling against your clit and you whimper loudly — feeling him spank your ass again. This time, a bit harder, the sting— it‘s so rough, it makes you throb more and more— you couldn‘t decide which felt better, your mouth being stuffed full or Geto being completely between your legs, lapping up your sweet cunt like a starved dog.

Gojo‘s jaw clenched as he‘s staring down at you, softly using your head to shove you down more, each time low moans leave his mouth, you‘re making him feel every last bit of his nerves— your tongue flicks against the very ridge of his dick, near the very underside of his fat tip and he’s super sensitive there.

“F-Fuckkkk,” he breathes out, nostrils slightly flaring, his voice starting to shake a bit— Gojo was coming close, and you were aware based on his body language. “M' gonna cum soon, princess. Gonna make me cum with that—” and he pauses, thrusting his hips softly into your mouth, watching some strands of saliva pour out near the sides of your mouth, nails piercing into his thighs.

“—Sloppy— fuckin' mouth . . . ” Gojo enunciated between thrusts, hearing you gag, muffled moans escaping your lips as Geto was making you come close too— your legs shook and shook— before you came right on Geto‘s tongue, the tension that built up inside of you like blocks came crashing down instantly— back was arched, toes were upmost curled.

You whimpered— eyes rolling back as Gojo‘s dick remained inside of you, twitching by the second. Geto kisses all over your clit, near the inner part of your thighs before he licks you clean— his tongue slowly lapping up your sweet slick, his lips that were shiny perfectly coated his mouth, so lewd, strings of his own spit and your mess continued to depart each time he broke his lips away, breaking back finally to rub a thumb against your cunt, blowing against your pussy and your eyes roll way back again— he was such a tease.

Gojo pants— his grip near the crown of your head quite firm and he grunts. “. . . Shitshitshit, ‘m gonna give ya a mouthful, Y/n. You want that? Can you be good and swallow nicely f'me?”

You nod eagerly, the only words leaving your lips was, “mhm-hm,” fat tears sticking to your lashes, you looked so pretty— Geto couldn‘t help but caress your ass as he waited for Gojo to finish— his rough hands grips your ass, feeling all over it as your body grinds a bit as Gojo‘s sprawled out on the couch manspread, hearing the occasional pop and spurt sounds your mouth made from sucking his tip.

“Good— fuck, good . . . girl, so damn nasty f'me,” he mumbles, cupping your face, making you stare at him, your back is just arching, Geto smacking your ass only made you moan more muffled moans before Gojo releases a thick hefty load into your tongue. He grunts, shooting inside the very back of your mouth— your eyes slightly squeeze shut from the bitter yet somewhat sweet flavor, and your cheeks are all plump, full of his seed.

“Swallow and show us your tongue, roomie.” Geto hums, watching Gojo take hold of his length, you stare at it leaving your lips with a tiny pout, plump, soft, sheeny lips before swallowing— Gojo rubs his reddened tip against your lips, letting off a soft sigh once you stuck out your tongue for your roommates to see.

Geto grunts, getting hard from seeing you in such a lewd state— pretty pink tongue all out, eyes slightly half-lidded, still wearing your uni hoodie with no panties underneath.

“That’s a good girl,” Geto purrs, lifting you up from your knees, and he pats his lap— spreading his legs, “Now come here, baby.”

You do— sitting back against the couch before both of them lifted up your dark purple colored uni hoodie, and they saw how you had no bra underneath either, Geto snickers and Gojo scoffs, leaning up close to you before they each started to flick their tongue against your perky hardened nipples.

“F-Fuck,” you gasped with a mere whimper, glancing down at them both, chewing softly on your lip, holding both of them by their necks with your hands as they sucked and licked against your chest— you whined, Gojo being more of a menace, softly nibbling on your left nipple with the top part of his teeth.

Geto on the right, you could softly feel his teeth graze against your sensitive skin and you whimpered, feeling your poor self start to clench and throb between your legs.

“Mhm—” Gojo mumbles, them both sucking against your breasts, teasing your hard nipples with their tongue— warm breath fans over your body and you squirm a bit, feeling yourself wanting more and more. You moaned, feeling Geto grip your chin to face him, and he pulls you into a deep, sloppy kiss— rough hand cupping your chin, your tongue swiped against his, closing your eyes, and you could taste yourself on his tongue— from when he was eating you out earlier.

Gojo still had his mouth attached to your nipples before he breaks away, a slight pout on his face.

“Geto, quit hoggin' her,” Gojo frowns, dragging you towards him— he lays down back first against the sofa, making you climb on his lap. “F-Fuck, I can‘t wait anymore.”

“Calm down, Satoru, we‘re sharing, remember?” Geto chuckles, and you‘re hovering over Gojo‘s leaking tip. Your back is against his chest, and Geto‘s standing up, and you watch him finally remove his shorts— your eyes stare at his bulge, black boxers, once he stripped his boxers off, he was as just as big as Gojo— so pretty, well trimmed, as well as a few specks of black raven hair near his base, and Geto unlike Gojo had a noticeable upward curve— his length showing, his inches were staggeringly intimidating for one.

You panted, reaching down to rub circles against your folds, nearly salivating at the thought of both of your roommates shoved inside your tight cunt. “I’m gonna take you both?”

“Yeah,” Gojo mutters behind your ear, bringing his hands up to your waist in a cocky tone. “Getting shy now?”

“No.” You grumbled, staring at Geto— he gave himself a few pumps into his hand before you watched Gojo start to lift you up— aligning yourself with his leaky tip. You moaned, the head of his dick just barely prodding at your slippery entrance.

“. . . Fuck— I‘m still sensitive t-though,” you huffed out, gazing at Geto and he smiles, knowing he was primarily the reason why from eating you out.

Geto hums, leaning in to give you another kiss before breaking away, you moan— feeling him rub his tip against your slit. “Aww, 'm sorry, pretty girl. You tasted really good, couldn‘t help but go all out.”

Gojo lets off a shaky breath, and you feel him start to slowly sink inside your cunt— you moan, gripping onto his thighs, and you constantly felt yourself throbbing— the stretch, it was just purely mind-boggling. “Fuck— me . . . this slutty pussy needs to be stretched by us so badddd—” Gojo mutters, softly panting and that‘s when Geto slips himself inside from the front as well.

“Mhm—” You whined, still pressed against Gojo‘s back, feeling them both slide themselves inside of you— so thick, it has your mouth watering, your pussy was just so— wet, squelching after each continuous second of the minute, your head goes back against Gojo‘s neck and you chew down on your lip, the stimulation just burying deep inside of you— as well as both of their lengthy shafts.

“You okay? This feel alright?” Geto hums, stroking your chin. “You’re taking us so well before we start, pretty girl.”

You nod— a tiny babbling moan leaving your lips. “Yeah, I‘m good— f-fuckkk, you guys are stretching me out—”

Gojo nibbles against your ear as you‘re in the reverse cowgirl position— taking both of them, and he smells so good, his strong cologne scent practically clouded up your mind and making you dizzy. “That‘s the point, silly girl,” Gojo mutters, and you gasp— feeling him lift up your left leg just a bit— Geto starts to thrust himself into you and you moan, bouncing on Gojo‘s lap while watching full in front of you of Geto driving his hips— he‘s got a nice slow starting pace, and you whimper, feeling Gojo‘s free hand start to play with your nipples, swirling his thumb against it before giving it a big squeeze.

You whined, “. . . T-Touch me more, Satoru—”

“Say pretty please,” Gojo utters, in a more rasped tone, holding up your right left thigh as Geto drilled into you— your mouth slightly opened, not even minutes later you were already fucked dumb, completely stupid. Geto‘s cock was so thick— you felt the curve expand within your walls and it was so good, enough to have your mouth watering, it was delicious— extremely so.

You whimpered. “P-Pretty please,”

“Without stuttering.” Gojo cackles, and you moan, eyebrows slightly furrowing once his hand reaches down towards your clit to spank it a few times— while you‘re taking both of them at the same time, you were practically just a doll by this point, being bounced around Gojo‘s lap— Geto‘s driving his hips into you at full speed, you couldn’t think straight— at all.

You moaned a long moan, Gojo still spanking your pussy as you‘re being double stuffed to the absolute peak, reaching down to wrap your shaky hands around his wrist as he‘s playing with between your legs— he‘s so mean, smacking your pretty folds, it’s so wet, it had his hand covered in your slick and he found it so hot, rubbing circles against you and you’re whining— babbling even, you couldn’t shut up, you were such a mess and incredibly noisy.

“Pretty please Satoru, touch me more,” you spoke in a soft voice— every now and then you‘d clench against them and they’d both produce off low moans and grunts, your cunt was just so addictive to them, they couldn‘t get enough.

“Satoru, don‘t be too mean. She’s doin' her best,” and he hums, speaking in a rough racing breath, pant after pant— his jaw tightens a bit. “Right, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yeah, Suguru,” You moaned— and Geto‘s mean strokes against your core shook you in all the right ways— you whined, feeling so stretched, the way his hips struck against you— with such intent to make you dumber than you already were, your eyes started to roll back— babbling cute moans. You focused your attention towards Gojo again, back laid against him, still gripping his waist before huffing out tiny short breaths. “Play with me, Satoruuu— please, touch me—”

Gojo grunts— being balls deep inside you as well before muttering, reaching a hand down towards your cunt. “. . . Okayyyy, fine,” and you moan, your legs starting to twitch from the stimulation— rubbing a rough hand of his against your pussy, it‘s so wet, the noise it makes is so lewd, just spitting things out it seems— and you whine, lips parting, eyebrows furrowing and you’re coming close again— so were they, yet you felt different. Gojo spanking and spanking your pussy while simultaneously rubbing circles against your folds didn‘t exactly help things. “Ooooh. You‘re so— wet. Gonna squirt for me, baby? That‘s why you wanted me to touch you so bad, huh? So I could spank this sloppy pussy and make you all filthy for me on my lap . . ?”

“. . . N—No,” you hissed softly, before feeling Geto‘s hand wrap around your neck softly, a firm yet good grip, and you stare up at him and he‘s got a soft yet smug grin on his lips. “S-Suguruuuu choke me harder.”

“You like it rough, yeah?” Geto grunts, and he does, you moaned, Gojo‘s still playing with your soaked pussy and you feel a coil snap within your tummy— you gasp, spasming everywhere before you squirt vigorously, all over Gojo‘s lap— your legs were sprawled open and you were so vocal, probably the best orgasm you had in a long time.

You shake— trembling, feeling Geto‘s hips slow down before he groans, and within seconds later, he grabs onto your thigh— strings of his thick velvety ropes of seed spurting inside of you, slowly but surely— it was so . . . sticky, if you didn‘t feel full— you sure did now.

“. . . F-Fuckkk,” you sniffled— watching Geto pull out, glancing down at your sloppy cunt dripping with his seed, he came in you so much— it left a trail down your thighs, you bit your lip, just imaging how much he pumped into you just now, it made your mouth water.

“Good fuckin' girl,” Geto praises in a low husky tone, leaning in to give you a kiss— and right when you were about to kiss back, Gojo moans loudly— well, it‘s more of a scream, really, a girly scream.

Suddenly, the filthy salacious mood was ruined by no one other than Gojo. Geto stares at him with a scrunched-up face and suddenly, you’re pushed off— he‘s sliding out of you and you land flat onto the cushion with a soft oof sound.

“. . Ow? Satoru, what the fuck?” You grumbled, sitting up to stare at him.

“Crampcrampcramp—holy shit— I think you broke my fucking—” he stammers, and his eyebrows come together— his face is flustered, tips of his ears feeling hot and he‘s genuinely curled up into a ball now— a long “fuuuuuuuuuck.” leaving his lips.

Geto huffs out a grunt. “. . . Drama queen.”

You look down at Gojo in pure “pain,” poking his side before mumbling, preventing yourself from trying to crack a smile. “Are you- okay, Sato—”

“No—I‘m not fucking okay! I think you broke my dick!” He says all in one breath, his tone offended as he stares up at you— hugging his knees. “This is what I get for— fucking with you two. I . . I need to go to the hospital— I think I need to see a whatever-you-call-it that— that fixes these type of things.”

“Satoru, it’s just a cramp, you’ll be fine.” Geto sighs, bringing a hand to his face.

Gojo groans in pain. “. . F-Fuck I don‘t think I can walk now—,” and then he glares at you, spotting the smug grin on your face. “This is your fault,” and you realize Gojo’s staring at your pussy instead of your face as he spoke. You roll your eyes, crawling on top of his lap, giving him a kiss on the cheek and his face burns up before he starts whining a bit, catching his breath— feeling you slide a hand up his abs, just to tease. “You . . You guys are the worst . . n-never again—”

@omgeto made me post this 😞

[lunaiiree]

THIS IS SO GOOD WTF

[alfaire]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾ㅤ🦋 ↷ 🍓 ⁛ 🫧

[witchthewriter]

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝

Like I've done with the Hogwarts Houses, Moral Alignment, Tarot Cards and Zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising); I am now creating a post for MBTI personalities! 16 all together, I've included some tests so if you don't know already, you can now!

Test One (from 16 Personalities, sort of the 'official' test, well the official free test. I think the real one you have to pay.)

Test Two (free don't worry)

Test Three (from truity)

There are sixteen different options that are split into four groups:

Analysts

Intuitive (N) and Thinking (T) personality types, known for their rationality, impartiality, and intellectual excellence.

Diplomats

Intuitive (N) and Feeling (F) personality types, known for their empathy, diplomatic skills, and passionate idealism.

Sentinels

Observant (S) and Judging (J) personality types, known for their practicality and focus on order, security, and stability.

Explorers

Observant (S) and Prospecting (P) personality types, known for their spontaneity, ingenuity, and flexibility.

Analysist: INTJ

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅/𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕

The acronym INTJ stands for introverted, intuitive, thinking, judging. ESFP is the opposite of the INTJ personality type. They're also known as: The Scientist, the Strategist.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

One of the rarest personality types and one of the most capable

Rational and quick-witted

Not known for being warm and fuzzy. They tend to prioritize rationality and success over politeness and pleasantries 

Architects question everything

Prefers to make their own discoveries

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Independent

Introverted

Confident

Analytical

Driven

Ambitious

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Petyr Baelish

James Moriarty

Gandalf

Wednesday Addams

Walter White

Doctor Strange

Tywin Lannister

Analysist: INTP

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏/𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒚

The INTP acronym stands for introverted, intuitive, thinking, perceiving. The opposite of an INTP is either an ESFJ or an ISFP. Also known as 'The Thinker.'

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

Can’t help but puzzle over the mysteries of the universe

Logicians aren’t afraid to stand out from the crowd

Often lose themselves in thought

They put a great deal of consideration into everything they do

Seem to live in a never ending daydream

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Analytical

Imaginative

Curious

Radical thinking

Indepedent

Problem solvers

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Sherlock Holmes

Alice from Alice in Wonderland

Lord Varys

Bruce Banner

Arthur Weasley

Analysist: ENTJ

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓

It stands for extraverted, intuitive, thinking, judging. ISFP is the opposite personality type of ENTJ. Sometimes referred to as the 'CEO'.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

Ability to set long-range goals and implement them in an organized manner

They love a good challenge, whether it's big or small

Tend to avoid displays of any type of emotion, so they may be perceived as cold.

They firmly believe that given enough time and resources, they can achieve any goal.

At the negotiating table, be it in a corporate environment or buying a car, Commanders are dominant, relentless, and unforgiving.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Natural born leader

Charismatic

Direct

Organised

Self-assured

Stubborn

Dominant

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Thomas Shelby

Tony Soprano

Cersei Lannister

Beth Dutton

Milady de Winter

Raymond Reddington

Lyanna Mormont

Analysist: ENTP

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

It stands for extroverted, intuitive, thinking and perceiving. ISFJs and ENTPs are two Myers-Briggs personality types that share the same cognitive functions, but in reverse order. Also known as ' the Innovator,' 'the Visionary'.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

It would be a mistake, though, to think of Debaters as disagreeable or mean-spirited. Instead, people with this personality type are knowledgeable and curious, with a playful sense of humor

No belief is too sacred to be questioned, no idea is too fundamental to be scrutinized, and no rule is too important to be broken

As Debaters see it, most people are too ready to do as they’re told and blindly conform to social norms

They tend to be bold and creative, deconstructing and rebuilding ideas with great mental agility. They pursue their goals vigorously despite any resistance they might encounter.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Quick-witted

Audacious

Rebellious

Outspoken

Puts self first

Charming

Unpredictable

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Captain Jack Sparrow

Tyrion Lannister

Willy Wonka

The Joker

Irene Adler

Fleabag

Alfie Solomons

Diplomat: INFJ

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆/𝑴𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄

Is someone with the introverted, intuitive, feeling, and judging personality traits. The opposite to INFJ is the INFP, who will appear less organized and less controlled than the INFJ to others.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

They tend to approach life with deep thoughtfulness and imagination.

Their inner vision, personal values, and a quiet, principled version of humanism guide them in all things.

People with this personality type care about integrity, and they’re rarely satisfied until they’ve done what they know to be right.

Advocates tend to carry around a sense – whether conscious or not – of being different from most people.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Insightful

Idealistic

Principled

Wise

Moral

Compassionate

Understanding

Passionate

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Remus Lupin

Elsa

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Jane Eyre

Elizabeth Bennet

Loki

Galadriel

Diplomat: INFP

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓/𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓

Is someone who possesses the introverted, intuitive, feeling, and prospecting personality traits. ESTJ is the opposite personality type of INFP. Also known as 'the Idealist,' 'the Healer.'

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

These rare personality types tend to be quiet, open-minded, and imaginative, and they apply a caring and creative approach to everything they do.

Although they may seem quiet or unassuming, INFPs have vibrant, passionate inner lives.

Happily lose themselves in daydreams

Known for their sensitivity; they can have profound emotional responses to music, art, nature, and the people around them.

Long for deep, soulful relationships

Mediators have a talent for self-expression. They may reveal their innermost thoughts and secrets through metaphors and fictional characters.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Introspective

Intuitive

Empathetic

Flexible

Idealistic

Curious

Creative

Strong Personal Values

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Lucy Pevensie

Frodo Baggins

Tina Belcher

Newt Scammander

Wanda Maximoff

Luna Lovegood

Edward Scissorhands

Diplomat: ENFJ

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕/𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒓

ENFJ is extraverted, intuitive, feeling, and judging personality traits. ISTP is the opposite of the ENFJ personality type. Also known as, 'the Giver,' 'the Teacher.'

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

They're born leaders, with passion and charisma which makes them great politicians, coaches, and teachers.

These warm, forthright types love helping others, and they tend to have strong ideas and values.

They back their perspective with the creative energy to achieve their goals.

Feel called to serve a greater purpose in life

When something strikes them as unjust or wrong, they speak up

These personality types have the ability to pick up on people’s underlying motivations and beliefs

ENFJ’s secret weapon is their purity of intent

They're motivated by a sincere wish to do the right thing

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Very extraverted

Great people skills

Warm

Affectionate

Supportive

Great at encouraging others

Thoughtful

Gentle

Kind

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Margaery Tyrell

Queenie Goldstein

Professor X

Mufasa

Diana Prince / Wonder Woman

Peeta Mellark

Elle Woods

Moana

Diplomat: ENFP

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒓

ENFP stands for extraverted, intuitive, feeling, and prospecting personality traits. ISTJ is the opposite personality type of ENFP. ENFPs are also called the Campaigners or the Encouragers mainly because of their desire to inspire and encourage other people. Also known as, 'the Champion,' 'the Visionary.'

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

These people tend to embrace big ideas and actions that reflect their sense of hope and goodwill toward others.

Their vibrant energy can flow in many directions.

Are true free spirits – outgoing, openhearted, and open-minded.

They can’t help but ponder the deeper meaning and significance of life – even when they should be paying attention to something else.

These people radiate a positive energy that draws in other people

Few things matter more to these personality types than having genuine, heartfelt conversations with the people they cherish

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Free-spirited

Optimistic

Idealistic

Open-minded

Curious

Authentic

Inspiring

Intuitive

Imaginative

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Ariel

Anne of Green Gables

John Keating

Wizard Howl

Jo March

Michael Scott

Peter Parker/Spiderman

Phil Dunphy

Sentinel: ISTJ

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏/𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆

ISTJ stands for introverted, observant, thinking, and judging personality traits. ENFP is the opposite personality type of ISTJ. Also known as 'Duty-Fulfillers'.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

These people tend to be reserved yet willful, with a rational outlook on life.

They compose their actions carefully and carry them out with methodical purpose.

ISTJs pride themselves on their integrity

Aren’t known for expressing their emotions readily

They strive to meet their obligations no matter what

ISTJs might unfairly misjudge people who can’t match their rigorous self-control – suspecting that someone is being lazy or dishonest when that person might actually be coping with other challenges.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Decisive

Focused

Efficient

Reserved yet willful

Loyal

Blunt

Factual

Logical

Meticulous

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Hermione Granger

Thorin Oakinshield

Nedd Stark

Rick Grimes

Brienne of Tarth

Jim Hopper

Ron Swanson

Sentinel: ISFJ

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓

ISFJ stands for introverted, observant, feeling, and judging personality traits. The ENTP personality type is the opposite ISFJs. Also known as 'the Protector,' 'the Nurturer.'

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

These people tend to be warm and unassuming in their own steady way.

They’re efficient and responsible, giving careful attention to practical details in their daily lives.

In their unassuming, understated way, Defenders help make the world go round.

They invest a great deal of energy into maintaining strong connections with their loved ones

Known for dropping everything and lending a hand whenever a friend or family member is going through a hard time.

Defenders’ sense of loyalty doesn’t stop with their nearest and dearest – it often extends to their communities, their employers, and even family traditions.

For ISFJs, “good enough” is rarely good enough. People with this personality type can be meticulous to the point of perfectionism.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Warm-hearted

Responsible

Sensitive

Reliable

Caring

Will do anything for those they care about

Generous

Defenders tend to underplay their accomplishments but they eventually become resentful toward the people who just don’t seem to appreciate them.

Excellent analytical abilities and an eye for detail

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Steve Rogers/ Captain America

Jennifer Honey (Miss Honey from Matilda)

Beth March

Charlie Buckets

Samwise Gamgee

Dr Watson

Will Turner

Sentinel: ESTJ

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒙𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆/𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏

ESTJ stands for extraverted, observant, thinking, and judging personality traits. INFP is the opposite personality type of ESTJ. Also known as 'the Supervisor,' 'the Composer.'

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

They possess great fortitude, emphatically following their own sensible judgment.

They often serve as a stabilizing force among others, able to offer solid direction amid adversity.

ESTJs feel most comfortable when there are established procedures in place

Taking pride in bringing people together

The main challenge for Executives is to recognize that not everyone follows the same path

Executives are classic images of the model citizen: they help their neighbors, uphold the law, and try to make sure that everyone participates in the communities and organizations they hold so dear.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Productive

Task-Orientated

Pragmatic

Enjoy order and structure in life

Focuses on facts and details rather than ideas and concepts

Confident

Natural leaders and have a strong work ethic

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Mary Poppins

Peter Pevensie

Borormir

Monica Gellar

Hector Barboss

Claire Dunphy

Miranda Bailey

Mycroft Holmes

Sentinel: ESFJ

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒍

ESFJ stands for extraverted, observant, feeling, and judging personality traits. ISTP is the opposite personality type to ESFJs because they often struggle to be practical. Also known as, 'the Caregiver,' 'the Host.'

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

They are attentive and people-focused, and they enjoy taking part in their social community.

Their achievements are guided by decisive values, and they willingly offer guidance to others.

Energized by time spent with others

Consuls do believe in the power of hospitality and good manners, and they tend to feel a sense of duty to those around them

Consuls have a talent for making the people in their lives feel supported, cared for, and secure.

They believe that there is a clear right thing to do in nearly every situation

ESFJs have a clear moral compass

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Attentive

People-focused

Generous

Reliable

Tender-hearted

Organised

Focused

Strong sense of duty

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Anna Smith

Molly Weasley

Bilbo Baggins

Effie Trinket

Sansa Stark

Cher Horowitz

Nala

Leslie Knope

Explorer: ISTP

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒐𝒔𝒐

ISTP stands for introverted, observant, thinking, and prospecting personality traits. ENFJ is the opposite of the ISTP personality type. Also known as, 'the Vigilante,' 'the Crafter,' 'the Analyser,' 'the Artisan.'

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

They tend to have an individualistic mindset, pursuing goals without needing much external connection.

They engage in life with inquisitiveness and personal skill, varying their approach as needed.

Virtuosos love to explore with their hands and their eyes, touching and examining the world around them with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity.

Energized by time spent alone

Virtuosos are likely to go too far, accepting likewise retaliation, good or bad, as fair play.

Act too soon

They’ll be the first to tell an insensitive joke, get overly involved in someone else’s project, roughhouse and play around, or suddenly change their plans because something more interesting came up.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Individualistic mindset

Logical

Loves action and new experiences

Logical but adaptable

Enigmatic

A lot of impulsive energy

Have a “do unto others” attitude

Self-sufficient

Tough

Independent

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Arya Stark

Jason Bourne

Jessica Jones

Jace Herondale

Indiana Jones

Rosa Diaz

Rue Bennett

John Wick

Wolverine

Explorer: ISFP

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒓

ISFP means introverted, observant, feeling, and prospecting personality traits. ISFP is the opposite of ENTJ: the commander, who is upfront outgoing and demanding. ISFP is quiet and unassuming. Also known as, 'the Artist, 'the Composer.'

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

They tend to have open minds, approaching life, new experiences, and people with grounded warmth.

Their ability to stay in the moment helps them uncover exciting potentials.

Adventurers tend to see themselves as “just doing their own thing,” so they may not even realize how remarkable they really are.

Quiet and reserved, people with this personality type are keen observers; they enjoy the moment and what’s happening around them.

Embrace a flexible, adaptable approach to life.

Remarkably tolerant and open-minded.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Gentle

Compassionate

Tend to live in the here and now

Love to be active

And love interacting with others

Carefree

Playful

Spontaneous

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Claire Fraser

Eowyn

Bella Swan

Jon Snow

Cinna

Zuko

Cedric Diggory

Explorer: ESFP

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓

ESFP stands for extraverted, observant, feeling, and prospecting personality traits. INTJ is the opposite personality type of ESFP. People with this personality type tend to be outgoing, friendly, and impulsive, acquiring the most enjoyment from being in the presence of others. Also known as, 'the Performer.'

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

These people love vibrant experiences, engaging in life eagerly and taking pleasure in discovering the unknown.

They can be very social, often encouraging others into shared activities.

These people love vibrant experiences

ESFPs get caught up in the excitement of the moment, and want everyone else to feel that way, too.

No other personality type is as generous with their time and energy as Entertainers when it comes to encouraging others, and no other personality type does it with such irresistible style.

Many famous people with the Entertainer personality type are indeed actors

There’s no greater joy for them than just having fun with a good group of friends.

Have the strongest aesthetic sense of any personality type; an eye for fashion.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Spontaneous

Humorous

Comedic-relief

Thoughtful

Well-liked

Resourceful

Outgoing

Friendly

Love the spotlight

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Steve Harrington

Jesper Fahey

Arthur Shelby

Rose Tyler

Jesse Pinkman

Andy Bernard

Explorer: ESTP

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒓/𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍

ESTP stands for extraverted, observant, thinking, and prospecting personality traits. INFJ is the opposite personality type of ESTP. Also known as, 'the Doer,' 'the Action-Seeker,' 'the Persuader.'

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

They tend to be energetic and action-oriented, deftly navigating whatever is in front of them.

They love uncovering life’s opportunities, whether socializing with others or in more personal pursuits.

They love using common sense to find smarter ways of doing things.

While they are dedicated to whatever they're working on, they don't like to be micromanaged or told what to do by others.

They thrive by being the center of attention.

Always have an impact on their immediate surroundings

If an audience member is asked to come on stage, Entrepreneurs volunteer

They have a special ability to react quickly in an emergency or crisis situation.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬:

Adventurous

Thrill-seeking

Energetic

Outgoing

Charismatic

Persuasive

Live in a world of action

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈:

Rebecca Sharp

Jaime Lannister

Aquaman

Gimli

Sirius Black

Han Solo

Jennifer Check

𝑻𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌:

Extraversion (E) – Introversion (I)

Extraverts (also often spelled extroverts) are "outward-turning" and tend to be action-oriented, enjoy more frequent social interaction, and feel energized after spending time with other people. Introverts are "inward-turning" and tend to be thought-oriented, enjoy deep and meaningful social interactions, and feel recharged after spending time alone.

Sensing (S) – Intuition (N)

People who prefer sensing tend to pay a great deal of attention to reality, particularly to what they can learn from their own senses. They tend to focus on facts and details and enjoy getting hands-on experience. Those who prefer intuition pay more attention to things like patterns and impressions. They enjoy thinking about possibilities, imagining the future, and abstract theories.

Thinking (T) – Feeling (F)

This scale focuses on how people make decisions based on the information that they gathered from their sensing or intuition functions. People who prefer thinking place a greater emphasis on facts and objective data.

Judging (J) – Perceiving (P)

The final scale involves how people tend to deal with the outside world. Those who lean toward judging prefer structure and firm decisions. People who lean toward perceiving are more open, flexible, and adaptable. These two tendencies interact with the other scales.

[ladymacabrebeth]

“It baffles me why people automatically assume that someone is boring when they’re quiet. Why would you dismiss someone as a bore without exploring an iota of who they are? You see—if you get to know introverts, you’ll be astonished to discover how interesting they are. Sometimes the wildest and craziest people on earth are the quiet ones. And you won’t have a clue because they hide it so well. You don’t know what excitement awaits to surprise you in their rich inner world.”

— Lady Macabre Beth