#simpish behavior

[seventhdiscipleworldwide]

[otnesse]

A bit of a reminder that despite LeFou's... simpish behavior towards Gaston, he was in fact straight in the original movie. And I've got the pics and GIFs to prove it, both from the film itself and the Marvel comics that acted as an interquel to it:

Bill Condon really messed things up by basically pulling a Greg Berlanti on LeFou.

[thefvrious]

Spencer was neither here nor there with monogamy. He’d had his share of relationships with exclusivity and he’d had equally as many, maybe more, where it just wasn’t as serious. He had known from the jump, though, that Zaza wasn’t really the relationship type. He never asked her why, figured she had her reasons, but knew he was in trouble the moment she smiled at him. He was gone for. No one ever said he wasn’t allowed to catch feelings.

Over the weeks, he had grown more simpish in his thoughts and behaviors, though hardly anyone outside of his closest brothers in the club took notice. How could he not? She was beautiful, alluring, magnetic. Any guy would be lucky to bask in her attention, however fleeting it may be. He didn’t care if he was Icarus flying too close to the sun. The glorious feeling of the sun on his skin and the wind in his hair made it all worth it.

He wasn’t entirely certain what she meant by the comment, but Spencer was more than willing to do the leg-work to find out. He would start small with his line of questioning then build up to the good stuff. She couldn’t possibly be going soft on him, could she? His lucky stars couldn’t have lined up... he was too much of a natural nihilist and pessimist to allow himself to think that. Instead, he leaned on the idea that this was more of her games, more playing. She wanted him to keep his hands to himself when she was around, at the very least, well, she didn’t know that he had been being ‘faithful’ to her for some time now. No one else tickled his fancy the way she did, so why bother?

Casting his glance toward the club member in question, Spencer’s expression darkened enough in the man’s direction that he made himself scarce before Spence looked back at Zaza. “Club members have always been off limits. That’d be fucked, Itzayana.” He said with a light laugh, squeezing her tighter. “I don’t want you fuckin’ around with nobody.”

Itzayana was well aware of the effect she had on the people she involved herself with. Men in particular tended to be easy to play with. They sought her out, chased after her, pampered her with affection that she never dared return. It wasn't that she feared connection or commitment of any kind. The problem was that she'd grown up with parents that were insanely in love with one another. It set the bar too high. Who could ever love her the way her Dad and Papi loved each other?

Enter Spencer Dodge. He was the kind of pretty that made Itzayana swoon. She could see those icy blue eyes so clearly in her mind when they weren't together. Just the thought of him was enough to get her heart racing. The fact that he was part of a motorcycle club was just the icing on the cake. A dangerous man on top of being pretty? Double swoon.

Zaza had been clear from the start that she just wanted to play with him. She liked having his attention and was more than happy to give him hers. The weeks passed by and Itzayana found herself missing Spencer when she went days without him. For whatever reason, he stood out among the men she was casually seeing, he was the one she wanted more from. The only one.

Naturally, Itzayana was too stubborn to just come right out and tell Spencer how she felt (oh wasn't she ever Diego's daughter). Her comment to him could be read as simply being jealous or possessive over him. Or he could see that she actually wanted exclusivity with him.

"Definitely so," she affirmed with a nod. Itzayana couldn't help the pathetic little gasp she let out at their sudden closeness. She recovered quickly, a smile of her own stretching out. "Yeah? So I'm not allowed to makeout with that sexy club member over there? The one that's been staring at me since I walked in? That's too bad, I guess you'll have to entertain me all night then."

[wol-fica]

-ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝-

parings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - after a long day of hard work, you remind jenna of who she belongs to (r being extra simpish of j)

warnings - strap-on sex, oral, gagging, semi-public sex, possessive behavior, p in v, anal

an - greek, i love you so. Enjoy this masterpiece of a request

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Jenna was beautiful, a work of art really.

Whatever higher power that created her, you need to meet and thank them with the upmost respect; you owed them.

She was sculpted to perfection, like a Michelangelo composition that has only been unraveled by you. Her skin was gorgeous, a blank, tanned canvas waiting to be bitten and kissed upon by your lips, and only your lips.

Jenna was yours, your private display of modern art, like a lost Leonardo da Vinci portrait that is stowed away from the public eye. She was all for you; to love, to care for, to enjoy.

She was so easy to ogle at, to drool over. Her complexity was so alluring that you didn’t even care that the paparazzi and her fans have a frenzy over her every waking day; it didn’t matter when you got to witness every inch of her.

Jenna was currently at the Golden Globes, dressed in a nude, Gucci wrap-dress that showed off her defined abs and eye-catching curves. She looked divine, a wonderful Picasso painting that just screamed to be idolized and looked at; she was beautiful, she was yours.

You had stayed home, per her request to keep you out of the camera’s flashes and your anxiety within large crowds; it was better that way. You preferred to watch her on TV, it was a more private way to essentially ‘simp’ over your elusive girlfriend.

You have been dating Jenna for awhile now, almost two and a half years to be exact. The time spent with her was glorious for you, she was the light in your darkness, the smile that made you feel all giddy inside; she was perfect.

“She looks absolutely gorgeous, don’t you think?” The Golden Globes interviewer quipped as the cameras focused on Jenna’s entrance, “I don’t know how she always looks so amazing!”

“Because she is from another world” you would always say. In your mind, she was: she was most likely a fallen angel from heaven, though sometimes her attitude could be picked out of the depths of hell. Either way, she was incredible, and so so divine.

“Her work on Wednesday was wonderful!”

“She really went all out with that dance.”

“Jenna Ortega rose to popularity so quickly, how did she do it?!”

You wanted to yell, to scream at the top of your lungs from your apartment balcony that she was just so damn ethereal and flawless, but that would would wake your grumpy neighbor from two doors over and you do not want to get into an argument with him again.

You checked your watch, squinting to see that the time was 7:30 PM; Jenna would be home very soon, just in time for your surprise.

See, as much as you loved to innocently admire her, you also loved to do it sexually. One of the many few perks of dating her, is that only you get to enact those intimate moments that people only get to dream of doing with her. You had been gazing and getting silently turned on from seeing her on the carpet, her aura always does things to you.

Hence why you had gone out of your way to get the strap-on, wear it, and wait for her to return home so you could relax her in the best possible way; fucking all the stress out of her.

The lock on the front door clicked, causing your head to turn to your open bedroom entrance to wait and see if she would walk in. Jenna’s heels clicked on the hardwood, slowly getting louder as she approached your shared bedroom.

Soon she walked in view, finding your eyes in a few seconds and a small smile making its way onto her face in that time. She came forward, walking around to your side of the bed and greeting you with a gentle hug.

“Hello, my love.” You murmured, pulling back to give her a sweet kiss.

She had changed out of her Globes dress, now wearing an adidas hoodie and sweats set, yet she still looked flawless. One of the greatest things you enjoyed about Jenna, is that she looked beautiful in literally anything; from wearing a mouthwatering dress, to being in lounge clothes, she was gorgeous.

“Hi.” She said, a noticeable etch of tension in her voice.

“You okay?” You asked, already knowing she was going to talk about how tired and overworked she felt.

“I’m feeling a bit insipid, but other than that i’m great.” She stated, stepping in between your legs as you sat on the edge of the bed, “How’re you doing?”

“I’m alright; you looked lovely in that dress.”

Jenna giggled, music to the soul, and her eyes closed as her lips upturned into a smile. A faint blush coated her cheeks at your words, and she leaned in closer to you, resting her head below your chin.

“Thank you, i’m glad you liked it.”

“I was still a tad jealous other people got to see you in it, but woe is me.”

“Oh stop it!” Jenna scolded, pulling back to playfully glare at you, “You know I would never do anything to provoke your insecurities.”

You smirked, standing up and backing her into one of the large windows that decked out in your bedroom. Usually the blinds would be closed, but you wanted the moonlight to shine into your sleeping space and create a wonderful glowing look on your bed, hence why they were open.

“I’m not insecure.” You mumbled, your face pressing into Jenna’s neck as you left little kisses on her skin, “I know who I belong to.”

Jenna hummed, shivering under your touch as your hand slipped under her shirt and traveled up her stomach to feel her ribs. Her skin was soft and warm, buzzing under your fingertips as she got all hot and bothered.

Her hand trailed down, feeling the large strap under your pants. A small smirk came onto her face as she slowly fell to her knees, her hands going to untie your sweats.

“Who do I belong to? Can you tell me?” You asked softly, watching her pull the strap out.

“Me, you’re mine and that is that.” She responded quickly before opening her mouth and taking the toy in. Immediately she began to deep throat the strap, a noticeable bulge appearing in her throat.

You sighed, watching her work for a moment before grabbing the back of her head and thrusting the fake cock deeply into her throat. She gagged, tears appearing as you restricted her airflow.

“I belong to you, I know that.”

You took her by her hair and pulled her off, kissing her forehead as you helped her stand back up.

“Mine.” She murmured, kissing your lips with a passionate force.

“Is that so?”

Suddenly, you gripped her by the hips and turned her around, pressing her against the glass so she couldn’t move. Your hand ran over her clothed bottom, watching as her hot breath spanned out over the cold window.

“Jenna, I think I need to show you, who you below to.” You said, pulling at the hem of her shirt and slowly sliding it up her body.

“W-why’s that?” She questioned, her back arching slightly as you tossed her shirt aside.

“Well after seeing you prance around in that dress, I feel like you just need a little reminder.”

Your thumb slipped into her pants, pulling the sweats down as she lifted her legs to help you get them off of her. She had forgone undergarments and was now completely naked, awaiting your needed touch.

“Wait Y/N.” The small panic in her voice made you pause your own undressing, looking up to see her staring down to the street below, “Babe, what if people see us.”

You chuckled, returning to discard your pants and shirt while adjusting the strap around your waist. Once satisfied, you gripped Jenna by her hips and leaned over her, your mouth by her ear.

“Then they get a lovely show.” You whispered before pushing a few inches inside of her.

A guttural moan escaped from her throat, her head falling forward to rest against the cool surface of the window. Carefully, you worked yourself into her, eliciting small huffs and whines from the both of you. She was tight, very very tight, and the tension in her body was not making it easy for you.

“Oh, you are so stressed baby..” You cooed, pressing your lips to her exposed shoulder, “I’ll fuck all of that tension away.”

She nodded rapidly, sighing in satisfaction when you began to slowly pump into her. It would take a lot of effort for you to get all of the days workload out of her, but you had enough energy and Jenna was tough, you both could do it.

Your hips met hers at a moderate pace, thrusting back and forth as you gently stretched her out enough for her to actually be ready to be fucked properly. Her plush walls gave in, the muscles relaxing and complying with you as she finally was prepared.

“Such a pretty girl.” You hummed before speeding up your pace.

Jenna moaned, a proper sound that was meant to come from her vocal cords. Her body pressed back into yours, her hands pushing her chest back from the glass. You didn’t like that, and gently took her by the back of her neck and guided her to her previous position.

“Stay, I want people to see how well you get fucked.” You stated before continuing your assault on her pussy.

Your hips went forward and back, repeating the motion over and over again while your hand worked on her clit. You pressed and kneaded, attacking the bundle of nerves while Jenna moaned out your name; music to your ears. She was tightening now, her velvety cavern squeezing the strap as she neared her first orgasm of the night.

“Y/N!” She moaned out, her hands clenching as she came hard onto the toy.

You smiled, gently pumping in and out as she relaxed and calmed down. Your hand slid up to her hair, pulling it slightly as you filled her up again.

“You did so good, my love.” You said to her, your hips slowly speeding up again, “Let’s see how long you can last tonight.”

Jenna whimpered, tears coating her eyes as overstimulation washed over her. Her brain was betraying her; she wanted you out but at the same time, she wanted you farther in, deeper inside of her. Coherent thoughts were not proceeding correctly, all she knew is that you were fucking her good.

Her back arched as you pulled on her hair, creating a better angle for you to plunge deeper into her. The strap was a custom order that you and her designed, its length almost 9 inches and its girth relatively big. There were fake veins and bumps on it that made it the perfect toy for you both to enjoy, no matter who was wearing it.

“Honey..” You called out, pressing down harshly on the bulge in her stomach, which elicited a cry from her, “Can I do something special for you?”

She nodded, her head drooping and weak from all the pleasure you were giving her. Your hand left her hand and slid back down to her waist, cupping one of her cheeks. Your thumb slipped in between both, pulling one aside to reveal her tight hole.

You had both done anal all but twice, and both were very odd experiences. The first time was planned, she had suggested it when you two wanted to expand out of your vanilla phase. It was enjoyable, both for her and for you as she had insisted on taking turns of who would be wearing the strap that night.

The second time was on accident, a very funny experience. It was dark, and you two were attempting to get a quick fuck in your closet before your guests arrived for dinner. Jenna was squirming and impatient, which caused her to literally ‘miss’ and instead shove the strap into your ass. Don’t mistake her though, she went along with it almost immediately.

“Relax for me, daring.” You mumbled, pressing your thumb against her hole and pushing it inside.

She groaned, naturally pushing back against you as a known reflex. Her hips rocked left and right, slowly taking your digit inside of her. That’s how you taught her to do it, slow and steady was the safest and easiest option.

“Cum for me Jenna, I know you want to.” You said to her as she clenched down, her juices coating the strap at your request.

“Fuck…” She mumbled, her breathing heavy and hot, “That was-.”

Her sentence was cut off by the strap slowly pushing inside of her, not giving her a second to compose herself. Her hole was being stretched and opened for you to abuse and plow into, and the way her body seemed to reactively let you in told you that it was time to get rid of some of that unwanted stress.

“C’mere love.” You called to her, pulling her backwards with you until you were both sat on the edge of the bed.

The strap was now buried inside of her, hitting all the desired places. She was breathing in a familiar pace to calm herself, letting her body slowly relax into you. Your hands went around to her front, one going down to slip your fingers between her folds and the other reaching up to squeeze one of her nipples.

“Ride me Jenna, you know what to do.”

Carefully, her hips began to rock back and forth, creating a simple rhythm that she followed to please herself. On her forward rocks, you pushed your fingers deeper inside of her until they were knuckle deep, feeling her soft walls encapsulate them.

“Ohh god!” Jenna moaned loudly, now bouncing on your strap as a means to chase her third high.

“Damn you are so irresistible.” You murmured into her neck, now kneading her whole breast with your hand, “I love having you like this.”

She whined, clenching on your fingers as she rode her desires through. Your hips were now gently thrusting up into her, helping her feel more impaled on the fake phallus. Her voice cried out your name, her third orgasm hitting her hard as she squirted on your fingers.

“Atta girl.” You praised, kissing her sweaty shoulder while removing your fingers and popping them into your mouth, “You taste good.”

Jenna laughed weakly, twitching on top of you as a reminder to eventually remove yourself from her. You kissed her skin again before carefully standing up with her and slowly pulling out of her, mumbling praises as she whined in discomfort.

“You good?” You asked softly as she leaned her back against you, her legs shaky.

“Yeah, I’m great.” She replied, turning her head back and up so she could receive a kiss.

You hummed against her lips, a small smile on both of your faces while you held each other. You pulled back for a moment, gazing down at her face in wonder.

“I love you, Jenna Ortega.”

She snorted, rolling her eyes before kissing you again softly.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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@efectoangel @crystal-lily-101 @myfturn @aahdiieb @rainbow-love4ever @theafterofnevermore @k1mba @dreaming-of-u @i984 @thenextdawn @alexkolax @tundra1029 @littlegaybutterflysblog @sayaisrotten @fall-08 @simp4thena @deep-fried-egg

[mysticalabhainn]

Hello! Can I please have a shino x gn!reader where reader is a total simp for him 🙏? Thank you♡☆♡☆♡☆

Simpish behavior | Shino Aburame x GN!Reader

A/N: I sure can!! I decided to do some headcanons here, I actually struggled quite a bit with this one if i’m being honest, not because it was Shino but because I struggled to convey simp behavior, I hope you like them though!!

Warnings: None, just fluff!!

Reminder that all character’s I write for are aged up! (Think like Boruto era)

Not proofread****

- Definitely doesn't understand why you dote on him.

- If you remember thing's he's told you in passing about himself and then incorporate it into a gift or a conversation he'll melt, a blush might be visible from under his coat.

- He’s also a giant simp for you so be prepared for him to remember everything about you as well! 

- Will hang around you like a lost puppy in social situations, he’s a quiet boy please give him some love.

- Secretly love’s when you cling to him but will act indifferent towards it.

- Bring him his favorite food and drink and he’ll melt.

- Sometimes he does get into his feelings when you do thing’s for him, how does someone as great as you love him? You don’t find him weird or gross? How? everybody else does.

- He once cried when you bought him a birthday gift beacuse all of his friends forgot it was his birthday. Legit was over the moon that someone as perfect as you got him a gift.

- Sometimes gets embarrassed if you follow him around and constantly ask how he’s doing. 

- Like I stated above, he’s a low key simp as well so your behavior generally doesn’t bother him other then the occasional blush and slight embarressment.

- Doesn’t understand why it’s such a big deal to others the way you treat him, it seems normal to him. 

[obscureoperations]

Wanna here some true simpish behavior?

Cut to me watching this really grainy upload of Toxic Zombies.. ads and all just to catch JA’s ten minutes of collective screen time😂

[bugtypeskilledandthenrevivedme]

reasoning: simpish behavior.

[Picture of Sidon in a bed. He has several pokemon laying on top of him. Some of which include: Greg the Sylveon, Goober the Eevee, his 2 hisuian zoroarks, his Mimikyu, Frost the snorunt, and a red gyarados (only its head is resting on him).]

I just found him like this??? lmao??? cute though

[arrancxr]

Aizen really is displaying simpish behaviors with the carefully tailored room design, and carefully shielded insecurity. What other such surprisingly sweet things can we expect?

(Real talk: the fic is very sweet so far!! You did an excellent job setting the tone and characterization!!)

I will forever be convinced that Aizen is a sad, lonely little man who’s never had a genuine friend in his life and is so desperate for someone who Actually Likes Him that he’s DEFINITELY sinking into simp territory. XD So yeah, there’s a lot more of Aizen trying to get on Reader’s good side to come!

And thank you!!! I appreciate the comment greatly! 

[dailyangelrant]

decisions, decisions, decisions...

Do you ever just feel obligated to keep something but then have no where to put it? I'm running out of room in my bedroom for clothes and other things. I keep buying and then continue to have to move what I already have around. I can't bring myself to let some of it go. I think some of this stems from the fact that I think I'll need it one day, but I never do. Each seasonal cleaning, it just gets pushed farther and farther back into my closet, bed, or shelf. I think I'm going to try and become more mindful about this. I don't need all of this stuff. I only see it about once a year when I randomly decide to organize whatever it is I'm fixated on at that moment.

On another note, my thanksgiving was good. I made key lime pie, cheesecake, and cider. I’m usually the designated dessert person and I’d say that I’m pretty good at it. My cider, however, didn’t turn out very well. The recipe was vague and it completely threw me off. I’ll have to try it again next time and it’ll hopefully be better. I spent a few hours with my family and then went over to my best friend, Theo's (again, different name for privacy reasons) house. I didn't stay very long. Him and I were just sort of drained from that day and my dad was texting me to come home and talk to him about college stuff. Speaking of, I feel like I don't know what I'm doing, and instead of figuring it out, I'm choosing to do nothing. I've felt like this for a few months now. I hope it goes away. It's leading to bad grades and unproductive behavior.

It was Black Friday today and I went out with my brother and his girlfriend. I got some new plants: a poinsettia and a fern sort of thing. I then went and hung out with my friend Mateo and we cleaned out his car. It's not simpish behavior. I just ride with him a lot and I enjoy vacuuming. I then went to a car meet and it was nice. I got to talk with some of my friends and look at cars. It's been a good night overall. I've been working on cleaning my room as well. I think I'm going to go do some khan academy later to practice for my SAT.

[james-madison]

i’m not apologizing for my simpish behaviors ok?????

[mcytblrprison]

send @chromations to jail for being a simp, denying his simpish behaviors, and also making emotions through art and writing that make me feel things. and also for being a wonderful friend <3 (place him next to doctor siren because he very much does need to talk to someone)

That started out pretty logical but then you started being nice

[seventhdiscipleworldwide]

Stop The Simpish Behavior.

[isshinfuran]

simpish behavior

[seventhdiscipleworldwide]

Enough With The Simpish Behavior💯

Simp is someone who shows excessive sympathy and attention toward a woman typically someone who does not reciprocate the same feelings, in pursuit of affection or a sexual relationship. defines a simp as "someone who does way too much for a person they like.⁰

[seventhdiscipleworldwide]

AND THE STEPFATHER ERA IS OVER TOO.

[seventhdiscipleworldwide]

These Dudes Be Simping Hard Out Here.