whilesjunnie

[whilesjunnie]

Tenya Iida x GN Reader Adult AU

AN: Hey so this was in the works for a while and it is kinda poorly written but i like it so it’s whatever.

Tags: Fluff?, no use of Y/N, maybe some mischaracterization, pro hero Iida, short but sweet

The front door clicked open as Tenya Iida made his way inside, mentally and physically drained. He was back from his patrol and was just looking for some rest and comfort from his lover, you.

“I’m home…” Tenya called out as he collapsed onto the side of the sofa. He shrugged off his hero suit piece by piece, the silver plates clanking as they met the ground.

There you were, leaning against the living room doorway with a soft smile on your face as you watched him.

“Welcome home, love.” You greeted, slowly wandering up to the back of the sofa. Your arms made their way to his chest, wrapping around him from behind and pulling yourself closer while pressing your cheek against the crook of his neck. “How was it today?”

“Exhausting, as per usual. I did have the pleasure of working with friends today, so I suppose it wasn’t too bad.” Tenya answered with a soft smile, your touch melting away all his exhaustion.

"That's nice, but at least you're home now. No need to worry about work anymore." You said, whispering into Tenya's ear which sent a warm feeling down his spine. He sighed and leaned into your comforting grasp, letting all his worries pass right over him. Right now, nothing else mattered to him but you.

Tenya turned his head, leaving a bunch of gentle kisses on your cheek. He wasn't exactly big on affection but when he felt like it, he definitely made up for any lost time. He inhaled your scent for a while before he spoke, looking back at you. “I missed you today.”

A faint chuckle left your lips as you felt him nuzzling up against your cheek. "Aww, really? Why don't you show me how much you missed me?" Your words were like a trigger for him, causing him to lose his usual semi-formal demeanor. A small grin appeared on his face has he got up from the couch, grabbing your hand and dragging you to your bedroom.

[whilesjunnie]

if you're black, reblog this

[whilesjunnie]

Guys, I've been trying to write but i literally have no idea what to even write :( </3

[whilesjunnie]

Collecting Moments

Jason Todd x M!reader

SUMMARY : MINOR’S DNI, Fucking a stubborn Jason while he’s wearing a pink balaclava beanie.

NSFW

WC : 500+

Jason Todd, your boyfriend, was bent over the bed, completely naked except for a pink rabbit balaclava beanie perched on his head. You stood behind him, taking in the sight. Jason's backside was enticing, the curves and lines of his body accentuated by the light. You could see the way his muscles tensed slightly as he anticipated your next move. “Look at you,” you said, a smirk creeping onto your face.

"Y’know, you look ridiculous in that thing," you teased, a smirk on your lips. Jason turned his head slightly, a grin forming on his lips. "Shut up," he shot back, his voice muffled by the bed. But there was a hint of amusement in his tone, and you could see the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “C’mon then,” he teased, his voice low and sultry. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

You approached him slowly, your hands trailing over his skin, feeling the warmth radiating from him. "I think it suits you," you replied, your voice low and teasing. "Especially with that ass on display." Jason let out a soft chuckle, but it quickly turned into a low groan as you smacked his ass gently, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Damn, don’t tease me," he murmured, his Bowery accent thickening with each word.

You positioned yourself at his hole, teasing him with the tip of your cock. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he gripped the bed, burying his face into the sheets as you slowly entered him. "Ahh, fuck," he gasped, his voice muffled. "Just like that." You smacked his ass again, the sound sharp and satisfying. “You like that, huh?” you teased, feeling him clench around you in response. “You’re such a good boy for me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he panted, his accent thickening even more as you continued to pound into him. “Just keep going… don’t stop.” The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the bed creaking under the weight of your movements, and Jason’s breathy moans. You leaned over him, your chest pressed against his back, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. “You’re perfect, Jay. Just perfect.”

“More,” he begged, his voice desperate. “I need more.” With a final thrust, you buried yourself deep inside him. you both came down from the high, you pulled out and collapsed beside him, breathless and satisfied.

Taglist ~ @starboye @boypied @cronasluvr @amor-xoxo @magicstarbits @capsicleforever @loverclear @cravingrickgrimes @gayaristocrat @m4r13ll @sluttyhusband

[whilesjunnie]

when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

[whilesjunnie]

Vampire!Choso x amab reader

AN: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic so sorry if it’s not the best. I had a lot of fun writing it and will probably write more in the future. Tell me if you like it and feel free to leave any tips for new writers🫠

Tags: blood mentioned, smut, top choso, amab reader, spit as lube, biting, idk what else

“Baby pleaseeeee, just one little bite?…” Choso whined as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses starting from your shoulder.

“Cho, I fed you earlier. You hungry again already?” You whispered back softly as your body trembled, caught off guard by the sensation of your lover’s lips against your skin. The feeling moving down your body and stopping itself right at your cock.

His kisses somehow always managed to get you all hot and bothered within minutes, like he knew exactly where you were sensitive and where he'd get the best reaction out of you...which he totally did.

You don't exactly remember how this absolute hunk of a man had become yours, but he'd been like this for as long as you could recall. A clingy, obsessive, and needy guy with a taste for blood. Specifically, your blood. And you'd always give it up willingly. I mean, who could refuse such a cutie when he looked so good on his knees, grabbing at your thighs, just begging for a taste - a drop of your heavenly fluids? Definitely not you. Never in a million years.

So, when that same cutie came marching around the corner, plopping down beside you, and pulling you into his lap, who were you to ignore his requests?

“ ‘m not hungry. Just want another taste of you right now..." Choso's breathing was heavy and deliberate as he began to inhale in your scent. He took in all of you as if your existence was fleeting, like you'd disappear from his arms at any given moment and he needed to have all of you before that moment ever came near.

As your lover continued to plant kisses across your nape, you couldn't help but feel your pants tighten around your crotch, a bulge forming. "I guess one more wouldn't hurt..." You finally replied, deciding that you too, needed a taste of him.

He smiled as he heard your words. His soft smirk transformed into a fang baring grin, his breathing heavy as he leaned in.

You winced as you felt a bit of pain slowly blooming above your clavicle.

His teeth pierced your flesh, small droplets of red slowly spilling from the wounds. Choso lapped up the blood, sucking out the prized liquid.

His movements soon became more erratic after tasting you. Hands roamed your body, trying to feel all of you at once. He had decided that your clothes were his biggest enemy at the moment. Keeping him from seeing your body, his interpretation of absolute perfection.

So, he tore them all off you.

"You really could've just asked me to undress for you..." You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief as the mangled remains of your favorite shorts laid at your side. Whatever, you'd find a way to make him buy you better ones in the future. Right now, all you wanted to focus on was how you were going to handle Choso manhandling you for the next few hours.

-In the bedroom

Choso was kneeling in front of you, head resting on your lap as he looked up at you with a smitten look on his face. The way he admired you, his eyes devouring every part of your body. It made your erection throb with excitement, a bead of precum already forming at the slit.

"God, sweetheart... You're so fuckin' gorgeous… and pretty eager for me by the looks of it." Choso giggled, kissing his way up your inner thighs. He took his sweet time savoring everywhere his lips touched, loving how your legs trembled beneath his touch.

He would leave deep bite marks on your thighs, the pain blending with the pleasure you got from him. Most of the marks oozed blood before he thoroughly licked it all up, causing you to shiver.

“B-babe..please. You’re just teasing me at this point..” You whined, yearning for him to just take you completely.

“ ‘m sorry, love..I guess-I got carried away..”Choso chuckled softly, his attention moving to your cock. He hooked his hands underneath your legs, spreading you even wider while closing the distance between you guys.

You moaned, bucked your hips forward as you felt Choso licking your cock, leaving wet stripes of saliva up the shaft. Then, he took it in his mouth.

He tightened his grip on you, bobbing his head back and forth on your cock as his tongue massaged your tip. Taking you was hardly a challenge for him despite your above average size.

“Ngh! W-wait…give-give me a second.” You cried out. Choso, too engrossed in the feeling of you, ignored your pleas. He only moved faster, causing more moans and grunts to spill from your lips.

“C-Cho, ‘m c-close…so cl-close!” Hearing your words, your lover immediately slowed, coming to a complete stop as he released your cock from its oral confinement with a small pop.

“Don’t cum too fast, babe. I want us to do it together.” He said, finally climbing up on the bed with you. Once again, his hands found their place on your legs, pushing your thighs up to your chest with your ankles over his shoulders.

“Make sure to tell me if i’m going too far. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Choso said, leaning down for a kiss. Your lips met a short yet sweet embrace, one that left you begging for more of him.

Once he pulled away, he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them and making sure they were nice and wet.

Somehow, the sight of his bloodstained lips sucking his fingers gave you butterflies in your stomach which were soon overpowered by the sensation of his fingers poking and prodding at your exposed rim.

Once he decided he’d teased you enough, He pushed his fingers deep inside you, earning an arch from your back followed by a soft moan.

He continued to thrust his hand inside you, his fingers scissoring open your tight hole for later use. You met his thrusts, clenching and grinding around his fingers, aching for more. “I-I need you, Cho…so bad. P-please, give it to me. I can take it…I’ll be good, promise…”

His already rock hard cock throbbed painfully against his boxers at the sight of you. You were coming undone for him while not have even reaching the main event. “You’re already doing so good for me, baby boy. Just stay like that, you’re absolutely perfect.”

As he took his fingers out, a dissatisfied whine left you mouth, making it known that you were getting impatient.

Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long, because in a matter of seconds, you felt Choso’s member enter you. His vigorous thrusts following suit.

Wet plaps, the grunts and whines of your lover combined with the chorus of your pleasure filled moans created a symphony of sexual noise in the room.

“F-Fuck! B-Baby…y-you’re still so tight. It’s too much.” He groaned, plowing into your ass even deeeper. Your g-spot was being absolutely destroyed by him and his obscenely large dick.

“I-if ya keep doin’ that…i’m gonna c-cum…won’t be able to hold it, b-babe…” You managed to mutter out, despite the ever increasing pleasure filling your insides. Tears formed in your eyes as you latched on to Choso’s back, nails digging into his skin.

“D-Don’t hold it in…C-cum for me, love…I’m so close too!”

With those words, you allowed yourself to let go, your body being sent over the edge, orgasming. As you came, you clenched around Choso as if trying to make your hole remember every ridge and vein his cock carried.

Warm ropes of semen painted your chest, some even landing on your face. This sight of you, all messy looking and with cum spilled all over yourself, was what sent Choso past his limit.

“F-fuck, I’m cummin’!”

His grip on you tightened as he leaned his face into your neck and bit down, hard. Many whimpers escaped his occupied lips as he shot his load inside you, filling you to the brim with his seed.

The two of you lied there for a good while, Choso, licking the fresh wound he had made before looking back at you with his puppy dog eyes.

“Round 2…?”

[whilesjunnie]

MOOOOREEE I NEED MORE MARKIPLIER IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE

Dumb, Big, and Absolutely Wrecking You in Public

Top Mark x Male Bottom Reader

Other Mark Fic: Dumb, Big, and Fucking you Senseless List of the fun stuff:

Shameless Smut, Dumb Himbo Mark, Size Difference, Public Humiliation, Vibrating Butt Plug, Overstimulation, Alleyway Sex, Weak-from-Pleasure Reader, Rough Manhandling, Desperate Orgasms, Dumbification, Clueless Mark Being Too Rough, Praise Kink (Receiving), Helpless Reader, Cock-Drunk, Breeding, Cum as Lube, No Aftercare Because Mark is Dumb as Bricks but Loves You.

It was supposed to be simple, you just wanted to try out something new.

And all he had was one rule. One tiny, VERY important little rule.

“Mark, whatever you do, don’t turn it past fifty in public, okay?”

even that was pushing it...

But of course, the himbo motherfucker wasn’t even listening. Nodding along with that cocky little smirk, flexing his massive arms like a dumbass, probably daydreaming about some random horror game he was gonna play later instead of focusing on the very, very crucial information you were trying to drill into his thick skull.

And now look at you.

Legs trembling, fingers clutching onto his bicep like a lifeline, the soft whirring of the plug inside you growing stronger, hotter, devastating.

this was way fucking more than 50%.

Mark was barely paying attention, just swinging your intertwined hands like the lovesick idiot he was, oblivious to the way your entire body was quaking, how your breath hitched with every step, how your thighs squeezed together in a desperate attempt to keep your composure.

“Man, this is nice, huh?” he said, totally unaware of the absolute torment you were in. “Just you, me, a nice lil’ walk through town, some fresh air-”

You nearly collapsed right there in the middle of the street when the plug adjusted and the vibrations pulsed straight into your weak spot.

Mark caught you easily, confused as hell. “Whoa, hey babe, what’s wrong? You sick or somethin’?”

You could barely think, barely breathe. Your voice came out strangled but hushed. “Mark- turn it- turn it down-”

“Huh?”

You gritted your teeth, fingers digging into his forearm. “The fucking- the-fucking-plug.”

Mark’s eyes went wide. And then, the bastard laughed.

“Ohhhh, that’s what’s got you all squirmy! Shit, babe, why didn’t you say anything?” He grinned, all easygoing and clueless. “I thought you were just having fun.”

“Mark, I swear to God-”

Before you could even finish the sentence, another wave of pleasure shot through you, making you whimper right there in broad daylight, and Mark’s grin got wider.

“Oh, shit. Oh, babe.” He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. “Are you, like… getting off right now?”

Your breath hitched. Your body jerked against him. You could barely keep yourself upright.

Mark’s eyes darkened, gaze flicking down to where your legs were clenching, where your fingers were practically clawing into his skin, how utterly helpless you looked beneath him.

And then, the idiot did the unthinkable.

He pressed the remote in his pocket.

Full power.

You gasped- a high, broken sound- and then you were gone.

Your knees buckled, body giving out as the vibrations tore through you, devastating, overwhelming. Your orgasm slammed into you out of nowhere, stealing the breath from your lungs, making you jerk and tremble like a fucking ragdoll. Your legs nearly gave out right there on the sidewalk, barely able to hold yourself up, barely able to stop yourself from making an absolute scene-

Mark was quick, moving fast, sweeping you into his arms like you weighed nothing.

“Shit, okay, okay, I gotcha,” he murmured, suddenly all protective, cuddling you up against his chest like a hero rescuing a damsel in distress. He waited for you to recover and then leaned in, his voice was laced with a sudden hunger. “Fuck, babe. You just came in public? That’s kinda hot.”

You barely registered being shoved into the shadows of an alleyway, your whole body still twitching, spent, ruined.

But Mark wasn’t done with you yet.

He pressed you against the brick wall, eyes glinting, so goddamn big above you, crowding you in with his sheer size.

And then his fingers trailed down past your pants, brushing between your legs, feeling the mess you’d made of yourself.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, awe-struck. “You’re still shaking.”

His cock was already hard, tenting against his jeans, pressed right up against you.

“Fuck babe I'm not gonna lie... I kinda wanna see you do that again.”

And before you could protest, before you could even think, he was turning the plug back on, watching as your body broke all over again.

He grinned as you whined, as you pleaded, as your eyes rolled back, the plug was in the most perfect fucking spot to where it just pulsed, throbbed and vibrated right against your g-spot leaving you weak, helpless and sagging against the wall all under marks huge frame.

you felt humiliated and mark was living for it.

You felt humiliated, and Mark was living for it.

He reached down, palm warm and rough as he cupped you through your soaked pants. “Goddamn, babe, you’re dripping,” he groaned, voice thick with need. His fingers now sliding down your waistband and wrapping around you, stroking slow, teasing, milking every bit of slick that pooled at the tip.

“Mark-” you whimpered, but it was useless.

“Shhh, just let me,” he whispered “Fuck, you’re so messy already, baby.”

He worked you over, jerking you off with slow, deliberate strokes, collecting every drop of cum and slick on his fingers until his whole palm was covered in it. wasn't long before he was slinging his jeans and boxers below his crotch and smearing the collected slick down the length of his cock, groaning at the feel of it. the dumb fuck had just worked 2 of the most leg shaking orgasms out of you.. was he really about to fuck you now? you're question was answered by mark spinning you around and tugging your pants and boxers

“Shit, babe, look at that,” he whispered, rubbing his tip against your entrance, pushing past the resistance. “You’re already so stretched out from the plug, bet I could just- push right in-”

no patience for this himbo. he did it as soon as he said it.

You sobbed as he sank in deep, so big, so thick, stretching you open somehow even more until you swore you could feel him in your fucking stomach.

“Fuck,” Mark groaned, hands gripping your hips, shoving you hard against the brick wall. “Goddamn, baby, you’re taking it so good.”

You could barely speak, barely breathe, barely do anything but whimper and whine and let Mark fuck you like you were made for it.

Mark’s pace was relentless, hips slamming against yours, every thick, brutal thrust forcing choked-out whimpers from your lips. His grip was firm, fingers digging into your hips as he held you in place, letting out a deep, satisfied groan every time you clenched around him.

“God, babe- fuck- you’re my best boy, y’know that?” His voice was breathless, awe-struck, like he was witnessing something divine. “Shit, the bestest boy of all.”

You could barely respond, barely think, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure of this mans huge dick just pounding your prostate.

Mark let out a dazed little laugh and pulled you up so could thrust that cock in even deeper. pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder “You love this, huh?” His words were stifled with dirty grunts and deep moans that made your body shiver in his huge arms, but his words were so damn soft. “God, you feel so good- so goddamn perfect for me.”

His hips stuttered for a second, like he was trying to hold back, trying to savor it, but the way you squeezed around him had his restraint snapping in half.

“Shit, babe, look at you,” he groaned, running a huge, calloused hand down your stomach, feeling the way he stretched you from the inside. “So fuckin’ beautiful- God, I love you.”

His other hand slid between your legs, fingers teasing, giving slow, lazy strokes. “Best fuckin’ baby,” he murmured. “Nobody else could take me like this. yknow that?"

You let out a collage of unholy sounding whimpers synced with each thrust of his cock barely able to stay standing, and Mark fucking melted more at each one.

“fuckin perfect, yknow that? you're so perfect,” he cooed, pressing kisses along your jaw, completely obsessed, completely gone. “You’re takin’ everything I give you- such a good boy for me.”

He pulled your head sideways just enough to see your expression, eyes hooded, lips parted, your whole body weak with pleasure. The sight alone nearly made him lose it.

“Fuck, baby." he groaned, voice thick with adoration. “I'm gonna..”

Pushing his cock as deep as he could the man released rope after rope coating your insides and filling you up until you were leaking his cum even with his cock still inside you. this insanely hot feeling brought you well over the edge for your third orgasm of the day.

"That's my boy" the man still in his state of euphoria gave you a big ol' hickey right on the side of your neck "I'll try getcha cleaned up"

[whilesjunnie]

@surplekit my pookie bear😙

reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

[whilesjunnie]

The idea of a singer being a stalker instead of them being stalked is something that needs to explored more. Bonus, if the person being stalked isn’t particularly scared about it.

More specifically, the stalker being the reader. Bottom male reader.

A reader who’s always been watching his classmate since junior high school (middle school). The classmate wasn’t anyone special to others, average grades with average looks.

But you didn’t mind, him being average meant you didn’t have to fight for his attention. It was small things, just paying attention to his favorite foods and leaving them in his shoe locker.

Then slowly it blossomed. You made sure he got home safe. You found out what cram school he visited and made sure to leave snacks for him, can’t study on an empty stomach!

Increasingly, you noticed he began to get a bit paranoid, always looking behind himself. But he never made any effort to report you to the police or anything. Even when his friend suggested it at first, he practically shot it down fast.

However, after graduating to senior high school, you soon realized he wasn’t paranoid over you. He was getting bullied.

It didn’t take you long to handle it. Despite being a loner and a bit on the shorter side compared to the bully. There’s nothing a bully can do against castration. It’s quite easy to incapacitate someone who drinks a lot.

After, you expected him to act the same. And while he did—you noticed that he would look over at you in class. The first time it happened you practically had a panic attack and ran out of the classroom. He’s never looked at you at all despite the two of your being in the same class for four years straight.

You briefly wondered if he knew. Certainly acting like that would’ve confirmed his suspicions.

Luckily for you—he seemed to never look your way again. You’d know, you spend most of the day staring at him. When you finally graduated, you couldn’t be happy at all.

You’d failed to get into the university he applied to. Maybe you should’ve paid more attention to school. You were about to just come up with a back up plan when your sister said she wanted to go somewhere with you.

Just your luck, she tricked you in attending an audition at a music competition. You and her used to sing a lot as kids but you had stopped to focus on him. Of course, the devil was out to get you when you both managed to last until the final round.

Privacy wasn’t a thing for you after that. Your sister persuaded you to get signed at a company. Your parents as well since you technically had nothing else going for you—you did fail the exam for each college you tried at. (That was a lie, you had only applied to one)

Before you didn’t need to dress up to stalk him. You were pretty average as well—but now people recognized you. Especially because the company loved to advertise you as a “emo boy.” You took offense to that—just wearing black didn’t make you an emo.

But in any case, you had to start wearing clothes you wouldn’t be caught dead in. Watching him was harder this time… because he was surprising popular at his university. Everyone talked to him more often and invited him to hang out.

You didn’t understand, he didn’t change how he looked. In any case, you thought he was handsome first. You had dibs. It was getting increasingly difficult to just standby as men and women flirted with him.

Then your worst nightmare happened—he had a date. You stalked it, of course. Dressed in a bright pink shirt with white pants. Hair styled nicely compared to the mess you usually kept it. People really didn’t recognize you when you actually put effort into your looks.

You played with your knife as you watched them chat at the table across from you. The blade was too dull for your liking. Though you had only really used it to castrate that guy. And maybe… to scare off a few people in high school… but you’d never kill—seemed pointless.

As the date finally ended, you were pleased to see him turn down the girl’s offer to come to her place. You watched in satisfaction as she walked away dejectedly. She’s a pretty girl, she’ll find someone else.

You were too busy watching that you hadn’t even noticed someone behind you.

“I almost didn’t recognize you.”

Your body froze. You couldn’t move at all. A laugh left him as he tapped your shoulder.

“Are you going to run away again? I didn’t think you’d still stalk me after becoming a singer. You’re…”

You expected him to cuss you out but to your shock he said.

“Dedicated. Really dedicated. It’s cute.”

“A…what?” You whispered, slowly turning around to face him.

He was smiling at you. Smiling as if he was talking to a friend and not his stalker for over seven years. Was he insane?

Well you weren’t one to talk.

“Cute. I’m glad you didn’t run away this time. Here, gimme your LINE ID.” He said, pulling out his phone. You could only stare at him as he waved his phone. “C’mon, I’m speaking Japanese, yeah?”

“I… wait… are you—? Don’t you know I’ve been stalking you for almost eight years?”

“Mhm.”

“And that I almost followed you to your university? It wasn’t even a university I wanted to go, i don’t even know what I wanted, only if it had you.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you listening to me? I castrated a guy for you.”

“So that’s what you did… he wouldn’t tell me what happened at all,” he muttered, effectively ignoring everything else you did.

“….I followed you on a date, why aren’t you…” you couldn’t help yourself and grabbed his shirt, shaking him a bit. “This can’t be real. Why aren’t you scared?”

“You’re telling me things I already know.” He gazed down at you, his hand reached up and grasped the back of your head. “Why would I be scared if I liked it all?”

You blinked just as he kissed your cheek, a wide grin on his lips.

“You’ve watched me for this long,” he whispered, his hand slowly reaching down to grab your chin as he forced you to look up at him.

“But didn’t seem to notice that I was watching you too, (Name)-Chan.”

I’m bored so I made this longer than necessary. I always thought the idea of someone always having known they’re being stalked—making it easier for their stalker to learn stuff about them. That’s what he’s implying, btw. He didn’t stalk you, he just always noticed when you were watching him.

Reader isn’t a reliable narrator.

Tag list: @the-ultimate-librarian @tehyunnie @iwishtobeacrow @chill-guy-but-cooler @star-3214 @remdayz @mello-life25 @kiiyoooo @ofclyde @cherry-blossoms-187 @smellwell @euthymiko @rhetorical-conscience @tomoeroi @love-kha1 @secretivemessenger @mooncarvers-world @bensontrechic @yuzuukix @anchoredphoenix @roi-henri-xxii @m00n-b4b3 @ning1e

[whilesjunnie]

i’m taking sugar daddy applications. everyone hmu 😗

[whilesjunnie]

Someone give me c.ai bot ideas and tropes I’m in my flop era😭😞

[whilesjunnie]

Well yes!

at the end of the day im just a boy who wants to be held by big muscular arms

[whilesjunnie]

Timeskip Tendou Satori✨️❤️

[whilesjunnie]

What do we think of Gyutaro, cus he’s lowkey my man😛🤭 He’s such an underrated hear me out at least to me

[whilesjunnie]

One thing I’ll never understand is how people make online friends and actually stay friends for like years. In my opinion, meeting and talking to people face to face is more understandable and lowkey easier to me even though I don’t even talk to people that much. I guess i just don’t really feel like connections to people online just cus I need to like hear them and see them to like actually have meaningful conversations. I wanna understand the appeal of meeting and making online friends tho.

Thanks for coming to my TedTalk😛

[whilesjunnie]

MEOWWWIWOWOWOWIWO😍😍😍🤭🤭

Good night 💋

[whilesjunnie]

You freaky deak oml

IT’S COMING OUTTTT

art creds: gsony24 on tiktok