80s and 90s Preferences, Imagines & Headcannons

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖

ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕩

I never thought I'd find myself in this situation, but here we are. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and I decided to surprise my boyfriend, River, with a visit. As I walked into his apartment, I could hear strange noises coming from the living room. I tried to shrug it off, thinking he was probably just watching a weird movie or something.

But as I got closer, the smell hit me. It was a smell I couldn't quite place, but it definitely wasn't pleasant. I hesitated for a moment before finally pushing the door open. And that's when I saw it.

There was River, sitting on the couch, with his hand down his pants. I was shocked, disgusted, and frankly, a little bit confused. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He jumped up, startled by my presence. "Oh, uh, nothing," he stammered, trying to quickly adjust himself.

I couldn't even look at him. I turned around and walked out, feeling violated and disgusted. I never thought that I'd see something like that from someone I loved and trusted. It was a difficult conversation to have, but we eventually talked about it and worked through it. But that image is still burned into my memory to this day.

ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕞

As I walked into our apartment, I noticed a strange smell coming from the bedroom. Curiosity got the best of me, and I went to investigate.

To my surprise, I found my boyfriend Corey sitting on the bed, digging his nose and examining the contents of his find. I was disgusted, but also shocked that he would do something like that so openly.

I stood there frozen, unsure of what to say or do. Corey looked up at me, seemingly unfazed by my presence. He simply shrugged and said, "What? Everyone does it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could he justify such a disgusting habit? I tried to express my disgust, but he just laughed it off and went back to his digging.

ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕞𝕒𝕟

I walked into the apartment, exhausted from a long day at work. As I kicked off my shoes and made my way to the living room, I noticed a strange smell. It was a combination of something sour and pungent, and it made my stomach turn.

I called out to my boyfriend, Corey, but there was no answer. I followed the smell to the bedroom and found him sitting on the floor, hunched over a pile of dirty laundry.

"What are you doing?" I asked, wrinkling my nose at the smell.

Corey looked up at me, a guilty expression on his face. "Just sorting through some clothes," he said.

I peered at the pile and saw that it was mostly made up of his gym clothes, which he often left to fester in his bag for days at a time. But as I looked closer, I noticed something that made my stomach turn even more.

There was a pair of his underwear in the pile, and it was stained with something brown and foul-smelling. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment and disgust.

"Corey, what is this?" I demanded, pointing to the underwear.

He looked down at it, then back up at me, his expression sheepish. "Oh, that. I had a little accident at the gym today," he muttered.

I couldn't believe it. My boyfriend, the man I loved, had pooped his pants at the gym and then left his underwear to rot in a pile of dirty laundry. I felt sick to my stomach.