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"you already left kudos here"
And??? Let me like it again??? Clearly it deserves more??
"...Tell me that I'm what you desire, too."
𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒊 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒅?
pairing: boyfriend!sylus x girlfriend!reader
a/n: this is inspired by that tik tok trend...
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The restaurant isn’t fancy. Just warm lighting, quiet conversation, the kind of place couples test out when they’re still new. He sits across from you, posture straight, hands folded loosely on the table. Composed and attentive.
He orders first, efficient and precise. The waiter turns to you. You order your usual chicken schnitzel , extra mushroom sauce and then, sweet as anything, you glance at him.
“Can I get fries instead of a salad?” Silence...
Sylus blinks. Not dramatically, just once. The waiter looks at him. Sylus looks at you.
There is a very clear, very visible flicker of confusion in his eyes because one you never order salad, and two why are you asking him.
“You don’t…” he starts slowly. You look at him expectantly. He lowers his voice slightly.
“You don’t even like salad.” The waiter is now hovering in awkward anticipation. You tilt your head.
“So is that okay?” He stares at you like you’ve just presented him with a riddle.
“…Okay?” he repeats. He knows your coffee order. He knows you hate certain vegetables. He knows you steal fries from his plate even when you order your own.
But this? This feels like a test he didn’t study for.
“You can order whatever you want,” he says carefully, like he’s navigating something fragile.
“Why would you need my approval?” You shrug. The waiter is sweating.
Sylus’ brows knit together slightly. He’s trying to read you. Did he miss something? Did he accidentally imply something controlling? Is this a boundary conversation disguised as carbs?
“You’ve ordered fries every time we’ve gone out,” he adds quietly, almost defensive. “I wouldn’t object now.” And that’s when your lips twitch.
He sees it, his eyes narrow slightly.
“…Are you playing with me?” You finally laugh. The tension leaves his shoulders instantly, replaced with the softest, most relieved exhale.
He looks down at the table for a second, shaking his head.
“You’re unbelievable,” he murmurs, but there’s a smile threatening at the corner of his mouth. Then he looks back at the waiter, completely composed again.
“She’ll have the fries.” A pause...
“And no salad.” The waiter nods gratefully and leaves. You’re still smiling at him. He leans back slightly, studying you.
“For the record,” he says quietly, softer now, “you don’t need to ask me for things like that.”
His fingers brush yours on the table. Hesitant, still new to this.
“I like that you feel comfortable joking with me,” he adds after a second.
Then, almost shyly, “But please warn me next time, my love. I thought I’d made a mistake.”
"you should be at the club" i should be by the sea. i should be in the mountains. i should be at the moon. i should be awestruck and rendered speechless by the majesty of the natural world. if you even care.
look. i don’t think my stretch marks are beautiful. i don’t think they’re tiger stripes or natural tattooos. i don’t think my acne is beautiful. i don’t think the bags under my eyes are beautiful. i just think they’re human. and i don’t think i have to be beautiful all of the time in order to be accepted and loved and sucessful. i don’t think every small detail of my outer appearence needs to be translated into prettiness.
fun fact: this POV is actually called “body neutrality” and it’s SO MUCH more accessible/realistic for a lot of people. it’s based on the idea that the way we look is the least interesting/important thing about who we are, and that our bodies are worthy of respect regardless if they fit the mold of the current beauty ideals.
hockey!caleb
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My ride is HEREEEE
Gojo commission I did recently, had to put pants on him for this post booo 👎
your nerdy fuckbuddy gojo has a tongue piercing?!?
“gojo—“ you said. “pause. stop.” you added, pulling his head up, away from your pussy. normally, you’d never stop him. ever. he pushed his slightly fogged up glasses up the bridge of his nose, and then spoke, his tone quiet and worried. “wh—what’s wrong? did— does it not feel good? a—am i going too fa—“ you shook your head quickly, and then sat up on your forearms.
“no, no, of course not— it’s .. i dunno. something feels.. weird. sort of.. cold.” you spoke, feeling sort of uncertain and deluded. you had never felt this feeling when he ate you out. you grabbed his chin lightly, and then thumbed at his lips. “do you have ice in your mouth or something?” you asked.
“uh—no..? but.. i.. can if you’d like that?” he said, looking up at you with a worried expression on his face. as he spoke, though, you noticed something shining in his mouth. “open your mouth.” you ordered. and he did so. quicker than you’d expected. he stuck his tongue out, and you gasped. “when did you get that?” you said, staring at the metal ball on his tongue.
“um.. a few days ago. i lost a bet with my brother.” he said, scratching his head and looking away, almost like he was embarrassed. “your brother.. the one in the fraternity?” you asked. “that’s the one.” he confirmed. wasn’t too far off from him. you’ve met him before— saturo. the sleazy, disgustingly sexy yet dangerous frat boy. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want him.
“hm.” you said quietly. “do you like it?” he whispered, going back down so his nose was level with your cunt. “does it make you feel good?” he said, his breath fanning over the sensitive flesh. he gave you a long, slow lick, from your hole to your clit, not breaking eye contact. “when i got it done,” he said quietly, giving your clit a sweet kiss, and snaking his arms around your thighs to hold you down, so you wouldn’t twitch so much. “i couldn’t stop thinking of you. i was so excited to use it on you..” he murmured against you.
he reached up his hand, dragging his middle finger and ring fingers from your clit, down to circle around your hole, and then finally, inserting them in. he leaned up to you, giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek, then another against your ear as he fingered you. “satoru—“ you moaned, watching as his fingers disappeared in and out of you. you bit your lip, and then he leaned down to capture your lips, wasting no time to use his tongue.
his tongue circled yours, and you moaned at the taste of yourself, and the feeling of his metal on your tongue. “i lost the bet on purpose.” he whispered against your lips. “i overheard you talking about guys with tongue piercings, and..” he said softly, giving your lips a chaste peck, his thumb moving up to work your clit as he fingered you. “i got jealous. jealous that you potentially didn’t have me in mind.” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “i wanted nothing more than for you to experience this. nothing more than for you to use me for as long as you want to.” he said, his tone almost whiny as he pleaded.
“please,” he whimpered. “use me. i’m yours.”
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a/n : HI GUYS SO MUCH SUPPORT ON MY LAST NERDJO DRABBLE IM GEEKED. thank u guys sm im cheesing real hard. thought id feed you guys a bit more!
this may be my age showing but I am a passionate supporter of wires. earbuds? put a leash on those things. wireless keyboard? no, it needs to hold hands with the computer. the ps5 controller I forgot to charge has the staying power of a wealthy nonagenarian with a much younger wife and 14 life insurance policies, but the controller plugged into my pc? that baby will outlive my bloodline. my ethernet cable is like a son to me.
theres a trump supporter in my media arts major and sometimes my professor will ask him something simple like "whats the difference between ethics and the law" and he'll (i kid you not) say shit like "uhhh its like. honestly i thought that was like the same thing" and then my professor will give the rest of the class a mischievous knowing look
