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One of my friends js called my bsf nesto friendo im so sensitive ab this PLS SODJDJDHSJ

Can somebody explain to me what im feeling. Like I have trouble making friends, as in I tend to hold peopke at an arm's length, sure i can know people but I find it hard getting closer with them. I made new friends in my college, and my best friend (someone ik for a long time na) also made friends of her own i met them too, but my best friend also got to know my friends and are getting closer with them. Since we're two from two different blocks. It's not that im that opposed to the idea but i dont think me and her (my bsf) friends really click that well, i just dont really desire getting close with them. Mu bsf even told me in the beginning of the term when i still had heavy adjustment eissues that she didnt mind me hanging out with her friends but shed prefrr us having separate friend groups. And now that doesnt seem to be in effect. It just feels isolating, i just want my own circle of friends. I just dont know i feel uncomfortable and insecure about the fact that she already has her close knit circle and shes making friends with mine too, im js really uncomfy eith big friend groups theyre not my thjng, its a ruke of thumb never to let friend groups cross no? Like she knows so many people she doesnt find it hard to conmect with any of them, and its so disheartening to know that i know three people and all of them are also friends with my bsf. Even my friend from far away wanted to know them like...am i destined to just float around like this never anchoring enough importance to anyone, why cant i just easily be great or likable or friendly? Why cant i be natural at this? Im just so off. I dont really want to know anyone she knows, and i dont want anyone i know to know her. I appreciate it and everything but id js like them to know each other by name at least but id like to keep some boundary. Im not really askinf to know anyone she knows, she introduces them to me and expects me to do the same i appreciate thr connections but im not really one who wishes to come close to people like that. Ive never been the type. Im js someone who hopes that anyone who gravitatea and wishes to stay will stay...

Wspecially now that my bsf also likes one of my friends, like im not going to tell yoj to do anything, those are your feelings. Youre responsible for making decisions for yourself and what you think is best for you and every one around you. It wont be my lack of forwsight that's the problem, it's hers.

Am i toxic for all of this i feel like im being irrational. But its been bubbling over its all im ever thinking about. It's like my insecurities of not being likable enough or social and almost friendless just keeps on being pushed to bits. I just want my own separate space too, keep circles from clashing, compartmentalised. Is my kindset wrong? I feel like im not bejng that clear headed ab9ut this...

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Can somebody explain to me what im feeling. Like I have trouble making friends, as in I tend to hold peopke at an arm's length, sure i can know people but I find it hard getting closer with them. I made new friends in my college, and my best friend (someone ik for a long time na) also made friends of her own i met them too, but my best friend also got to know my friends and are getting closer with them. Since we're two from two different blocks. It's not that im that opposed to the idea but i dont think me and her (my bsf) friends really click that well, i just dont really desire getting close with them. Mu bsf even told me in the beginning of the term when i still had heavy adjustment eissues that she didnt mind me hanging out with her friends but shed prefrr us having separate friend groups. And now that doesnt seem to be in effect. It just feels isolating, i just want my own circle of friends. I just dont know i feel uncomfortable and insecure about the fact that she already has her close knit circle and shes making friends with mine too, im js really uncomfy eith big friend groups theyre not my thjng, its a ruke of thumb never to let friend groups cross no? Like she knows so many people she doesnt find it hard to conmect with any of them, and its so disheartening to know that i know three people and all of them are also friends with my bsf. Even my friend from far away wanted to know them like...am i destined to just float around like this never anchoring enough importance to anyone, why cant i just easily be great or likable or friendly? Why cant i be natural at this? Im just so off. I dont really want to know anyone she knows, and i dont want anyone i know to know her. I appreciate it and everything but id js like them to know each other by name at least but id like to keep some boundary. Im not really askinf to know anyone she knows, she introduces them to me and expects me to do the same i appreciate thr connections but im not really one who wishes to come close to people like that. Ive never been the type. Im js someone who hopes that anyone who gravitatea and wishes to stay will stay...

Wspecially now that my bsf also likes one of my friends, like im not going to tell yoj to do anything, those are your feelings. Youre responsible for making decisions for yourself and what you think is best for you and every one around you. It wont be my lack of forwsight that's the problem, it's hers.

Am i toxic for all of this i feel like im being irrational. But its been bubbling over its all im ever thinking about. It's like my insecurities of not being likable enough or social and almost friendless just keeps on being pushed to bits. I just want my own separate space too, keep circles from clashing, compartmentalised. Is my kindset wrong? I feel like im not bejng that clear headed ab9ut this...

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suguru makes you wear his shirts whenever he eats you out. it wasn’t a huge thing for him; it was more subtle. he never outright told you to put it on; he just handed it to you.

his shirts always had this hint of laundry detergent mixed with his signature cologne, which had a musky and light vanilla scent.

whenever you wore one of his shirts, it would hang over your ass, but if he was sitting down, he could see your bare ass under it. it was a treat for him.

the way his shirts fit around you in general was sexy; even though you looked normal, he would stare at you like you were getting ready to go on a date to a five star restaurant.

your breasts poking through the shirt and half of your thighs and legs showing through, there was no way he couldn’t eat you up looking like that.

whenever he had you on the bed, laid on your back looking pretty, no panties on, just his shirt, he couldn’t resist.

no warning, no words, just him diving to your core and eating you up; there’s no stopping, there’s no talking; the both of you just taking in what you’re giving to each other.

he’s taking in your pretty pussy put on a platter for him, licking and sucking you up like you’re going to run away any minute, and you lay on your back with your legs and thighs wide open, taking in the pleasure suguru is giving you.

his hands would start off holding your thighs down in place so he could get every crevice of that sweet pussy, but then his hands would slowly slide up to your sides and roam across your stomach, then your breasts.

the sounds of your wet cunt and his saliva mixing around are music to his ears; not only that, but your moans were the whole symphony for him.

whenever you got to the point of climax, he would slowly slide his shirt up and put it in your mouth. your body was shaking from orgasm, and a headache was coming on, but he wouldn’t stop.

he needed more out of you, and he wouldn’t stop until the sheets were sopping wet and his shirt was covered and soaked with your spit.

there would be a whole wet spot with trickle marks going down the shirt, and he couldn’t care less; it was your saliva that he cared about; he loved it.

he loved the fact that you moaned, spit, cum all on and in his shirt.

he couldn’t get enough of you.

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suguru had a big dick; that was no surprise; it would literally slang in his sweats, and he

would act like he didn’t know what you were talking about when you mentioned it.

“that’s why i wear briefs; i don’t want it to hang.”

when you put your hand in his lap, you could literally feel it, then it would twitch under your touch. lowering your hand down on his length further and further, it felt like it would go on forever.

and it’s not like he just had this long of a dick and just slanged it around all willy nilly, no, he put it to use; he knew how to use it.

at first, you were scared to have it inside of you because of the complications of dealing with something that big, but he knew how to throw it down.

he didn’t just shove it inside of you. he got you nice and wet, to the point of dripping, and then slowly slid his member inside of you, and that would feel you right up.

suguru didn’t need his dick all the way inside of you for the both of you to finish, he could have it halfway, and it would make you both feel great.

the key to working on something as big as his is to make sure you know what you’re doing, which he did.

the key to making you cum was to roll his hips so that the tip of his dick could touch your sweet spot, then apply pressure to it, then slide back out and repeat the rhythm.

every and anything regarding having his dick inside of you was easy because the both of you worked together to make sure it was comfortable, but giving him head was something different.

having to bob up and down on something so big with a lot of girth was exhausting and made your jaw hurt, but suguru made sure to make it as easy as possible.

grabbing both sides of your head, thrusting his hips against your mouth, and shoving his dick into the back of your throat.

he would cum in three minutes, max.

we love a big-dick man.

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Thinking thinking—cocky male reader whose friend’s with a virgin, this is when you’re both teens. Friend comes to reader saying he wants to lose his virginity to someone he trusts.

Reader takes said virginity and it soon leads to a friends with benefit type deal for the next three years. You just love how whiny he is while you fuck him… being able to just shove him against the wall and take him…

Until you notice he doesn’t seem to react as much anymore.

He no longer whimpers or lets out high pitched screams. He doesn’t even moan. Each time he acts more dominant, pushing you against the wall, being the one to tear your clothes off.

It was as if the shy virgin was long gone, replaced by a man taking what’s his. His soft grips turning harsh against your skin. No longer grabbing your shoulders but now your waist.

Doesn’t help that you’re no longer tall than him. He’s stronger, muscular, and towers over you with ease. His once innocent eyes look at you with sadistic intentions.

Then a few days later when you try to fuck him again, he tells you he wants to top this time—which you hesitate towards but allow it

And he fucking claims you. Using every little thing you did to him times ten. He has you screaming and crying on his cock. Doesn’t help his cock is bigger than you thought

Now you’re the whiny little cockslut begging for more. He takes you whenever he pleases, acting more aggressive than you ever did. You don’t even attempt to try and top him again, after getting spanked when you mentioned the idea.

He enjoys your whimpers, cries, and moans. You were such a great teacher, even if you had no clue he was waiting to corrupt you as his slut.

“Thanks for teaching me, (Name). I know your body well now.”

Something about the bottom turning into a ruthless top that does something to me…

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nerdy yan,,,with reader riding him,,,🤗

worm. nerd loser being pathetic and needy.

yandere amab nerd loser,,, w amab reader,,,, ramble.

he admits he's a damn freak, alright? but you... you ere something else. and no he wasn't about to say anything about being a creep just as he was. riding him in his clubroom full of computers - in a corner on a damn wheely chair... your pants discarded, so confident no one would come in... methodically stroking his cock and he nearly cums just them before you pulled away to replace your hand with yourself. you were so.. beautiful.. having to touch you, having to feel you just to make sure this wasnt a fucking daydream because he's a disgrace who distracts himself and pops boners randomly throughout the day just because of you. yes please please jesus fuck this is real youre on his cock youre fucking touching him he can see your cock and feel your walls and fuck dont cum dont cum dont cum-

"you're so.. pathetic, you know that?" mumbling to him nonchalantly while clamping delibrately on his thick, medium sized cock buried deep inside you. so affectionate, yet your words contradict your silken sweet tone... he felt like crying. whimpering softly; he cant make eye contact... even if he so desperately wants to. eyes glazing over your face; missing your eyes and admiring the way your lips were parted and your half lidded eyes gazing at him so carelessly - you were just that fucking confident and its something he envies you for. y-you feel so good, stop that.. "but you're so fucking cute..." goodness, your voice... playing with his hair while grinding onto his crotch, hand dipping underneath his shirt and feeling on his tummy... eeugh.. quit it... "your cock feels so good. all hard? just for me? so adorable."

he's practiced to keep him from cumming so quickly, but the way you stroke your pretty thick cock while humping onto his prick... he can't help himself and it's your fault. your fault he shoots his thick disgusting load deep inside you. and.. y-yes, he'll clean you up, what kind of lover would he be if he didnt give you aftercare?? studying up on different types and consuming all types of sex content just to appease you but it seems the minute you're with him - merely in his presence, his mind blanks. he's sorry he's such a pathetic mess. but you love him anyway right? right???

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Something that always makes me laugh (and love) the yandere trope is the "nonchalant victim"

Like, bro gets kidnapped and instead of getting angry or starts crying he goes "If you had taken me to a date I'd probably have say yes but this works too ig" while giving them the most blank stare ever

Idk makes me giggle every time

Love tour writing BTW mwa mwa they're amazing

agreed..... teehee. Thank you. means much to me. mwah.

yandere freak w willing, nonchalant reader.

grumbling softly and waking to the sound of soft hums and murmuring of a voice you couldnt decipher. it sounded ... feminine, yet having a mildly low baritone,,, definitely out of place. eyes sleepily blinking open and trying to stretch your limbs as you yawn just to find yourself restrained. how did you sleep so good while in such a position? rolling your neck back and yawning again as you try to fidget - mildly panicking before a soft gasp breaks you from sleepy concentration; looking up to see a startled figure with their tits - prominent pecs popping out of the half-buttoned shirt. gazing at you with fondly, yet with excitement. hnn.. dont look at me while blushing like that... long hair draped over his shoulders; slender, yet thick build... shorter than you, something that you could tell even whilst sitting.

a soft oh! leaving your mildly chapped lips, to which you lick instinctively and he fucking shudders, edging closer with a glass of water. hnn - "i know you...!" you inhale sharply in surprise, eyes widening in recognition - and the mans' smile grows even wider, little fangs poking out - don't look at me like that...

ㅡ"know me?! t-that's so sweet..." giggling to himself as - obviously quite flustered and ecstatic, causing you to grimace as he lifts the rim of the cup. "y-you know me... you know me - ah, sorry.. drink- drink this..." he mumbles under his breath, looking in a daze as he gazes at you - looking a bit sweaty and breathless...

"why?" you edge backwards, "you poison it?" you look at him accusingly - and he flinches back in horror, the water splashing as he jerked back, and he mutters soft apologies while placing it on the table to your left - folding his hands in his lap while straightening, standing in front of you...

ㅡwhat's that in his pants? is he hard right now? this fucking pervert... "i-i could never.. poison you - i could never hurt you, i-i love you." he grumbles softly, mildly agitated that you didn't understand why you were tied up in this lovely room immediately... his pretty, feminine visage burning with embarrassment as he squirms - giddy that you were awake after sleeping for a long agonizing four hours due to him drugging you,,, staring at you and gently touching your face as you slept.,,,

"if you love me, you could've just asked me out on a date... that's usually how new relationships start out." you mumble, deadpanned - treating him a little stupid and a little dumbfounded yourself as you fidget with the restraints, looking over the satin ropes tied to the armrests - not quite squirming to be free. he must've been shy to approach you normally. but clearly not shy enough to kidnap you? "this... works too, i guess." clearly eyeing up his body - he fidgets, noting your gaze on his body and slightly pushing out his chest instinctively,,, his heart tightening in a very - very good way! his love muscle fluttering to life,,,,

it was comfortable. it was clear he had taken the time and care to put you in a cushioned chair and restrain you in rope that wouldn't leave marks and actually it wasn't tight enough to cause damage... sweet. "you are... pretty cute." you sniff,, a little careless and leaning back - coolly tilting your head to the side, looking around the room - before he eagerly plants himself on your spread thighs - grunting in shockㅡ

"am i - c-cute??? i'm cute?!!!" he exhales shakily, voice trembling as he so boldly handles your face - cupping your cheeks in his dainty palms ; he was tinier than you... yet you were looking up at him as he sits so comfortably on your restrained body without a care; "yeah. yeah you are." voice muffled as he squishes your cheeks, he couldnt help but smile even wider. coming off more creepy than cute in that moment...

ㅡ"i would've done this sooner had i known...!!" he giggles softly, so happy and unable to contain his very obvious excitement as it pokes you in your lower abdomen as he presses against you hugging you on the chairㅡ"a-ack! sorry - l-let me get you out of those ropes, haha ..."

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𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷 pt.2

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Vincet watched as you finally finished, reaching your sweet climax. soft moans and whimpers escaped your pretty throat as you hit your g-spot repeatedly, face twisting into an expression of pleasure; flushed cheeks, tongue lolling out as your eyes rolled back from the intensity of the orgasm. you looked so delicious!

you laid back on the plush pillow, as your body relaxed from the intense wave of pleasure. a small huff escaped your puffy lips; your eyes closing softly as you fell asleep, after a long day.

Vincet wanted nothing more than to scoop up your tired body in his big strong arms as he cradled you to sleep, while whispering sweet nothings in your ear

he wanted you to know, how much of a good girl you were! how you did such a good job at pleasing his your pretty little pussy! how your throaty moans didn't fail to give him a raging hard boner! how well you fit his perception of a perfect needy little kitty! ♡

you looked so peaceful, sleeping on your queen sized bed, without a single worry in that pretty little head of yours (as it should be). Vincet longingly stared at your small figure as your chest heaved up and down from the shallow breathing. he really was lucky to have you! it's just a matter of time before he finally owns you

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Pull me in 💙

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grown ups itafushi doodles

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Be your damn self, babes. Regardless of anything. It hurts no one anyway.

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I feel so ugly and wretched and jealous and that nothing great is coming my way. My inferiority complex isncrushing. Nothing about me is pretty, authentic, smart, creative, or exceptional. I can't stand out, make connections, or be great. People are outting their all to have me be here, why am I so disappointing? Why do I forget to try? Why do I never prioritise what truly matters?? Why am I never satisfied and thriving with myself? Why have I let myself deteriorate this way?

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Apologetically yourself my ass 💀

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I can feel the manic episode brewing from the stress 😭😭😭😭👀😭🤞👍🤓🤞👍🤞🤞☝️i cant handle things rn and im trying to distract myself to simply not think of any of this

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God why am i so wrong, why am i built wrong, everythubg in my life ks wron because i'm wrong. No amount of stickers i buy cam patch that up no matter how mich i delude myself into thinking i can be happy