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x1asirene · 1 month ago

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f1 driver!caleb as your bf headcanons | sfw ver.

✧ f1 driver!caleb is red bull's golden boy—charismatic in press conferences, lethal on track, and fiercely loyal to the team that gave him his shot. he’s not just known for his precision in overtakes—he’s known for making it painfully clear who he races for. whether he’s fighting for pole or brushing off reporters with sharp charm, the paddock knows one thing for sure: caleb doesn’t go anywhere unless you’re coming with him.

✧ f1 driver!caleb has a delicate imprint of your lipstick, outlined in permanent white, marked on the left side of his helmet visor. it started as a joke after you kissed it pre-race once, but he had it painted on for good—says it’s his version of a lucky charm, but truthfully, it’s just because you’re part of every win he wants to have

✧ f1 driver!caleb will drag you to go-kart tracks at the weirdest times—midnight, early mornings, off-season—and let you win every single time while acting defeated. but if you so much as raise an eyebrow and say, “that’s the best you’ve got, mr bull?” he will race you like you’re his fiercest rival on the grid. dirty tricks, blocking, drifting—full-on war. and he grins the whole time.

✧ f1 driver!caleb refuses to let you wear the standard guest badge. instead, he loops his official paddock pass—his photo, name, team credentials, everything—around your neck like it’s a VIP tag and a public declaration rolled into one. “you’re not a guest,” he tells you. “you belong here, pipsqueak. with me.”

✧ f1 driver!caleb’s car number, gloves, and suit is the date you two got together—an easter egg that fans didn’t catch until long after you went public. when asked about it, he says, “best day of my life,” and “figured i’d carry it into every finish line.”

✧ f1 driver!caleb doesn’t go quiet out of spite after a bad race—he just retreats into his own head. for hours, he replays the race, watches the telemetry, pinpoints every wrong move. you don’t take it personally. you just wait in the hotel room or his driver room until he’s ready—when he appears, he always finds you, folds himself into your arms, and murmurs, “i needed to fix myself before i came home to you.”

✧ f1 driver!caleb tucks little love notes, charms, and silly scribbles you give him into his race suit—usually inside his glove or chest pocket. he swears it brings him luck, even if he rolls his eyes when you tease him for it.

✧ f1 driver!caleb keeps a photo strip of the two of you tucked into his passport. it’s old, a little faded, and taken in a cheap booth before you ever went public. he says it’s the one thing that reminds him where home is when he’s traveling 200 days a year.

✧ f1 driver!caleb gets slightly distracted on track if something reminds him of you—your initials on a fan’s sign, someone playing your favorite song over the loudspeakers. it throws him off for a second. just a second. but he smiles.

✧ f1 driver!caleb has a habit of tapping twice on your thigh with his fingers. in the car, during interviews, while watching telemetry—it’s his way of saying “you good?” without speaking.

✧ f1 driver!caleb brings you along not just to races, but to test days, simulator runs, promo shoots—because he performs better when you’re around. even just knowing you’re waiting in the hospitality suite steadies him. “when you’re here, i don’t miss a corner.”

✧ f1 driver!caleb uses his official race calendar to plan your rest time—circling breaks, underlining low-pressure weeks, building in spa days and lazy mornings for you. he treats your mental health like it’s part of his race prep.

✧ f1 driver!caleb has delayed his own departure for a grand prix just to wait for you to finish packing. his team knows better than to question him about you or schedule things too tight when you’re traveling together. “she’s coming, or i’m not going.”

✧ f1 driver!caleb hates traveling to races without you. he’ll sulk the entire flight, complain to his race engineer, and text you nonstop from the paddock. “it’s not the same without you,” he’ll say, phone resting on his chest like a lifeline between debriefs.

✧ f1 driver!caleb only follows three accounts on Instagram: you, @F1, and @redbullracing. no teammates, no sponsors, no friends. just the sport, the team, and you. when asked about it in interviews, he shrugs and says, “what else do i need? that’s everything i race for.” (he’s lying—he has a private alt where he follows dog accounts, meme dumps, absurdly niche tire compound theories—and the best of all, five nights at freddy’s theory pages. you’re the only one who knows about it—he once begged you not to expose his comment under a post that said, “what if freddy fazbear ran sylus’s tire strategy?” with, “freddy fazbear would’ve double-stacked mediums in the rain like a war crime and still outplaced him.”, and “hard compound freddy would’ve never let ferrari cook. be so fr rn.”)

✧ f1 driver!caleb isn’t afraid of confrontation when it comes to your name being in someone else’s mouth. the moment he hears another driver make a crude comment about you—even if it’s behind closed doors or in front of the cameras—he’ll call them out, cold and sharp: “keep my girl’s name out of your fuckin’ mouth, or you won’t be walking back into that damn paddock.”

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nanasrkives · 2 months ago

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Navigation : midnight records! the starlight EP! haikyuu EP!

"FOR HER" — Sakusa Kiyoomi

a/n : its official i am entering my baby fever era :) content : GIRL DAD SAKUSA. fluff. post timeskip. headcanon.

Girl dad! Sakusa who doesn’t cry in the delivery room, but when the nurse places her in your arms, you see the change happen in his expression before he even speaks. He stands beside you with one hand resting on the bedrail, still in his zip-up, curls flattened from the long hours, eyes fixed so intently on her tiny face that he barely breathes. You offer her to him, gently, and although he nods and reaches out, it’s with a kind of quiet reverence, like he’s afraid any sudden movement might shatter something fragile. When she’s finally in his arms, wrapped in that standard-issue hospital blanket, he doesn’t look away once. “She’s really ours,” he says after a long silence, voice soft and level like he’s stating a fact that still hasn’t settled in. You’re tired and aching and overwhelmed, but in that moment — watching him fall in love so quietly — you feel steadier than you’ve felt all day.

Girl dad! Sakusa who approaches parenting the way he’s approached everything else that’s ever mattered to him — with focus, with discipline, and with the same determination that made him the top ace in the country. He just does it. He reads every product label, tracks feeding times in his phone, and practices swaddling until the corners lie flat like muscle memory. You find him at night adjusting the baby carrier straps with one of her stuffed animals, narrowing his eyes like it’s something to be mastered. In the nursery, everything has its place: pacifiers in labeled containers, diapers stacked perfectly, bottles washed and sterilized on a rotating schedule that no one asked him to create. He’s not afraid of mess — he’s an athlete, after all — but this kind of order calms him. It’s the only way he knows to make sense of something this overwhelming. When you catch him in the early mornings rearranging the drawer of onesies so the softest fabrics are on top, you don’t interrupt. You just watch because you know that this is how he’s learning to love her.

Girl dad! Sakusa who is the first to notice that post-partum hit you. The way your smile doesn’t quite reach, the way your hands linger over chores but don’t quite start them, the way you keep saying you’re fine even when your voice betrays how deeply tired you are. He doesn’t corner you about it — he just starts making it easier to breathe. He finishes bottles without being asked. He folds laundry without announcing it. He draws a bath and offers you the quiet without implying you owe him anything in return. And when you finally sit down beside him on the bed and admit, barely above a whisper, “I think something’s wrong,” he takes your hand and says, without even flinching. “We’ll take care of it. You don’t have to do it alone.” That night, when the house is quiet, he tucks her in and then tucks you in too, placing your tea on the nightstand and brushing your hair back from your forehead before placing a kiss on your forehead like he’s reminding you that you’re still being held.

Girl dad! Sakusa who keeps her world structured, calm, and clean — not out of fear, but out of habit, and a deep belief that consistency makes kids feel safe. He doesn’t scold when she forgets to wash her hands before dinner. He just walks her to the sink, adjusts the faucet for her, and says, “Let’s try again,” with the same steady tone he uses when coaching a teammate through a play. You can already see how much of him lives in her — not just in her temperament, but in her tiny routines. The way she lines up her shoes by the door. The way she wipes the table with a napkin after dinner. He never told her to do any of that — she just watched him and followed his steps.

Girl dad! Sakusa who always stops what he’s doing when she calls for him. He never rolls his eyes or tells her to wait. Whether she’s holding a drawing she drew or asking him to see the rain outside on the balcony, he gives her his full attention. She brings him stories, toys, questions he doesn’t have answers to yet, and he listens to every single one. Sometimes, she climbs into his lap mid-stretch, legs crossed beneath her, curls sticking to her forehead, and just rests there like she knows there’s nowhere safer. You glance over from the kitchen and watch as he adjusts his posture just slightly to keep her steady, continuing his cooldown stretches like her presence is just part of the routine now.

Girl dad! Sakusa who teaches himself to braid because one morning she tugs at his sleeve and says, "Papa me want hair like Mama” and he doesn’t want to be the kind of father who says i don't know how to something like that. That night, while the house is quiet, you find him on the couch with one of her dolls in his lap, video tutorial paused on his phone, fingers fumbling but determined. He practices until the parts are clean, until the elastics hold. The first few mornings, the braid sits crooked on her head — slipping by lunchtime — but she runs to you saying, “Papa did it !” every single time. When he finally gets it right, she wraps her arms around him like he just won a trophy. And later, when you're brushing your own hair before bed, he watches you for a moment from the doorway, then comes up behind you, fingers gently sweeping your strands aside. “I didn’t realize how much of you she carries,” he says, quiet and sincere. “It makes me want to do everything right.”

Girl dad! Sakusa who brushes through her damp curls with more care than you thought possible. The spirals are his — the same exact texture that still coils around his forehead after a shower — but the color is yours, unmistakable in the morning light. When she’s sitting between his legs and he’s sectioning off her hair into neat parts, you sometimes find him pausing just to look. Not because he’s unsure of the process — he’s got the rhythm down by now — but because every time he sees her, it’s a new reminder that she’s equal parts both of you.

Girl dad! Sakusa who brings her to matches and never says a word about it being a distraction, though you know how seriously he takes preparation. She always sits with you, gripping a wrinkled “Go Papa !” sign in her fists, her legs swinging off the bleachers while she yells his name through a mouthful of fruit snacks. He rarely looks into the crowd — he’s too focused for that — but today, when she screams his name mid-serve, you swear you see the smallest flicker of a smile on his face. After the game, he comes straight to you both, drops to one knee, and listens to her long-winded play-by-play with a patience that makes even the camera crew step back. You take her hand as he packs up his bag, and she says, “Papa did good today !” He doesn’t say anything, but you notice how he walks just a little taller after that.

Girl dad! Sakusa who changes his phone ringtone to a voice memo of her calling for him because he says it’s easier to hear. It plays once during a team meeting and Atsumu nearly falls out of his chair laughing, but Sakusa doesn’t even flinch. “She’s loud,” he says calmly, setting his phone face down on the table, “but she gets my attention.” When you hear it go off at home, it always makes you smile.

Girl dad! Sakusa who never talks about how much he loves being a father — not in words, at least. But you see it in how he shows up. In the way he learns her favorite breakfast, remembers the exact way she likes her blanket tucked in, memorizes the lyrics to a show he pretends to hate. You see it in how he looks at her when she doesn’t notice — like she’s the most surprising, most important thing that’s ever happened to him.

Girl dad! Sakusa who holds her hand tightly on her first day of school, walking her up to the gate with slow, even steps. She’s excited and confident. She lets go of his hand the second she sees her teacher and runs inside without looking back. You expect him to say something — maybe a joke, maybe a quiet sigh — but instead, he just stands there for a long moment. When you brush your fingers against his, he finally speaks. “She didn’t even turn around.” You lean your head on his shoulder and whisper, “She''s growing up.”

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skyguytoast · 4 months ago

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𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄....

warning: some of the headcanons are explict, +18.

a/n: hii again, i guess writing headcanons allow me to pour out my thoughts about this movie, hope you enjoy and if you fell like comment or reblog, this literally makes my day😻😻

• Sam would never openly admit he was in love—not at first. Instead, he’d annoy you just to get a reaction. A poke to your ribs, flicking a paper ball at your head, pulling your hair lightly when you weren’t paying attention. He thrived off of your exasperated looks and playful shoves, convincing himself it was just fun. But deep down, it scared the hell out of him—this thing he was feeling, this pull toward you he couldn’t ignore. • When Sam finally admitted his feelings to himself, he didn’t waste time hiding them from you. No grand gestures, no cheesy romance movie confessions—just raw honesty. One night, while you sat together, he fidgeted with his rings before finally muttering, "I think about you all the time. And I don’t know what to do about it." His voice was quiet, but his eyes held nothing but sincerity. • Your first kiss wasn’t planned—it just happened. You leaned in to kiss his cheek, and at the last second, he turned his head, your lips colliding in an accidental but electric moment. You froze, staring at each other for what felt like forever, before his hand found your face, adjusting the angle—then he kissed you for real, slow and deliberate, as if he was memorizing every second. • Sam never officially asked you to be his girlfriend —he just assumed you were. You liked each other, you spent all your time together, so why did you need labels? But when he noticed how much it would mean to you, he actually tried. He showed up at your place, awkwardly holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and grumbled, "So... do you, uh, wanna make this official or something?" • Sam wasn’t big on PDA, but he always made sure you felt his presence. A hand resting on your back, fingers hooked into your belt loops, a casual arm around your waist when he pulled you close. Sitting together, his hand would absentmindedly rest on your thigh, tracing tiny circles with his thumb. It was never too much—just enough to remind you that you were his. • Behind closed doors, though? Sam was needy. He always had to be touching you—arms wrapped around your waist, head resting in your lap, kissing your temple as he pulled you against his chest. At night, he’d curl up behind you, pressing sleepy kisses to the back of your neck before muttering, "You’re stuck with me, you know that?" like some sort of half-assed love confession. • He made you a playlist, and it was the closest thing to a love letter you’d ever get from him. The songs were scrawled onto the back of a CD cover, his handwriting messy but unmistakable. You skimmed the tracklist and smirked. "'Can’t Take My Eyes Off You'?" you teased. "Didn’t take you for a Frankie Valli guy." He shrugged, avoiding eye contact. "You like it, don’t you?" • Even though he’d never say it outright, Sam loved how you listened to him. When he rambled about obscure bands, the evolution of punk, or why a specific 1979 guitar riff was way better than its 1980s version, you actually listened. You asked questions, nodded at the right moments, and even remembered random facts he told you weeks ago. It made something in his chest go tight. • You had a habit of stealing his sweatshirts and t-shirts, and even though he grumbled, he secretly loved it. Seeing you in his oversized hoodie, drowning in his scent, made something primal in him soften. One day, he crossed his arms and smirked, "So, uh… think I could borrow my sweatshirt back? Or are you just gonna take over my whole closet?" • Sam wasn’t the type to talk about the future, but in quiet moments, he let it slip. Like when you were sprawled across his bed, talking about nothing, and he absentmindedly murmured, "You know, I’d go anywhere with you." Or when he pressed a kiss to your forehead and whispered, "I don’t know how you put up with me, but I hope you never stop." Because even if he didn’t say the words I love you all the time, you felt it in every little thing he did.

+𝟏𝟖 (𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒)

• You were Sam's first time. Before you, he had only known the fleeting pleasure of his own hand and imagination. He had touched himself countless times, stroking his hardening cock until thick ropes of cum painted his stomach. But nothing could have prepared him for the ethereal, overwhelming sensation of being inside your tight, wet heat. Your body was his new temple, and he wanted to worship every inch of it. With each thrust, each deep stroke, Sam felt a primal connection, a claiming that transcended the physical. You were his now, in a way he had never belonged to anyone before.

• Sam whines and whimper whenever you give him a blowjob. When your luscious lips wrap around the head of his cock, Sam is helpless to keep quiet. Guttural moans and whimpers tear from his throat, his back arching off the bed as he fists the sheets for support. Tears of overwhelming sensation prick the corners of his eyes, his vision blurring as you take him deeper, your nose pressing against his pelvis. The wet heat of your mouth, the flick of your tongue, the gentle suction - it's all too much, yet not enough. Sam's balls tighten, his cock pulsing and throbbing against your tongue as he fights the urge to thrust into your mouth, to fuck your face until he paints your throat with his release.

• Sam adores being at the mercy of your desires, in the delicious agony of giving up control. He loves the feeling of your body moving above him, your breasts bouncing hypnotically as you ride him with wild abandon. The sight of you taking your pleasure from him, using him for your own satisfaction, is the ultimate turn-on. Sam's hands roam your body, squeezing the globes of your ass, thumbing your nipples, mapping every dip and curve. He wants to learn you by touch alone, to commit your body to memory. As you chase your orgasm, Sam loses himself in the erotic dance of your coupling, drunk on the sensation of being so deeply, thoroughly fucked.

• But Sam also knows how to take charge when you need him to, to give you what you crave. He pins your wrists above your head, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he holds you down, immobilizing you completely. His hips snap forward, driving into you with a force that rocks the bed and shakes the headboard against the wall. The room fills with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, of your desperate moans and his whining grunts. Sam's blue eyes darken with lust and possession, his gaze boring into yours as he marks your body with his touch, his teeth, his cock.

• In the missionary position, Sam braces himself above you, his arms trembling with the effort of holding back, wanting to prolong the moment. As he feels his climax approaching, Sam buries his face between your perfect breasts, motorboating your cleavage and breathing in your intoxicating scent. He nips and sucks at the sensitive skin, determined to mark you as his. As his orgasm builds, Sam's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, no doubt leaving bruises behind. With a whimper that's part pleasure, part pain, Sam hilts inside you one last time as he comes, his cock pulsing and jerking, flooding your womb with his hot, thick seed. His face remains buried in your cleavage as his body shaking with the force of his release. In that moment, Sam knows he would do anything, anything at all, to keep you by his side, to hold onto this feeling of utter completion and belonging. You are his, and he is yours, and nothing will ever tear you apart.

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cheeseceli · 2 months ago

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Husband Minho

Pairing: Lee Minho × gn!reader (established relationship)

Genre: fluff, extreme minor angst, headcanons

Request: could u do a husband minho ver. please?

Warnings: mentions of food, dad!Minho at some point, he is an idol

A/n: thank you @lucciet for helping me here🙂‍↕️ I'll be thinking about dad!Minho for weeks now | daily click

Chan ver. | Minho ver. | Felix ver. | Seungmin ver.

Boyfriend!Minho who had been wanting to ask for your hand for MONTHS, maybe even a year, but was overthinking too much about it

Boyfriend!Minho who wanted the proposal to be perfect, and that's why he took so long to even plan on what to do

Boyfriend!Minho who throws it all over the window and ends up asking you to marry him on a Friday night, at home, with only the cats and an open heart

Fiancé!Minho who takes embarrassingly long to understand that you said yes, which means that you both will be marrying each other soon

Fiancé!Minho who starts to see possibilities of a future with you everywhere. He passed by a house that was on sale? He's thinking about what your future house will be like. He's driving somewhere? He wonders what places he could take you once the holidays arrive. He sees a kid at a concert? He is now thinking if you'd like to ever have a family with him one day

Groom!Minho who vows to love and protect you in any circumstances, and he is ready to do it for the rest of his life

Groom!Minho who takes you by your hand and runs away from your own wedding ceremony, intending on staying the entire night with only you

Husband!Minho who loves to cook for you on the weekend

Husband!Minho who officially calls the cats as your kids now

Husband!Minho who always calls you on dance practice breaks (and can never talk to you properly as the boys are already shouting at the back)

Husband!Minho that feels like sharing a bedroom and sharing an entire home with you is pretty much just an eternal sleepover

Husband!Minho who loves to have random dates at the most random hours, like cooking something at 2 am just because you're both hungry after your date (that fancy restaurant had extremely tiny meals)

Husband!Minho who drives you to your job and then drives you back when your shift is over, always wanting to know how was your day

Husband!Minho who is scared of not being a good husband because of the nature of his job, but forgets his insecurities immediately whenever you show up backstage with a kiss and a hug

Husband!Minho who always sleeps after you. He always admires your dreamy face and wonders what he did to get that luck whenever you are by his side

Husband!Minho who had to take care of kids for a variety show (once again) and now he can't stop thinking about what it'd be like if you and him started a family of your own

Dad!Minho who looks at your son with stars in his eyes and has to hold back his tears, although he does let some of them go

Dad!Minho who is always taking the most unflattering pictures ever of his son (and he shows it to anyone who is willing to see it)

Dad!Minho who makes the kid wear the cat's clothes for fun (and has thousands of pictures of those moments)

Dad!Minho, the industry's best dancer, who somehow always loses in just dance against your kids (and sometimes loses against you, but just sometimes)

Dad!Minho who refuses to let Han and Hyunjin anywhere near his kids/j

Dad!Minho who lightly teases his kids but is also the most reliable person to exist, always being there for him

Husband!Minho who would do anything for you, his kids and this little family of yours

Minho who didn't know life could be that good, until you came in it and lighted it up

Masterlist | you'll probably like: awaken beauty

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

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nymphaiofmoros · 3 months ago

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TRAVIS MARTINEZ headcanons

x reader .ᐟ

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⸙ - Travis doesn’t actually have many friends back home. Due to his many family problems, he has learned to be independent and alone. Most of the time, he either hangs out alone, or with you.

⸙ - Travis is very inexperienced. Like VERY inexperienced. When the two of you kissed for the first time, he literally stood still. You had to teach him how to do everything, and although he was super embarrassed, he felt safe with you. He knew you wouldn’t make fun of him.

⸙ - Travis is a very jealous person. He tries to hide it but it always slips out. He doesn’t want you to view him as controlling, or possessive, or insecure. But you can always notice when he gets like that. If he sees someone getting a little too close and friendly, he’ll squeeze your hand, gently enough to not hurt you – but hard enough for you to feel it and acknowledge his presence. Then he will ‘death stare’ at the person with absolutely zero shame. And – of course – if the person that’s talking to you tries to talk to him too, he will reply with a sarcastic, sassy comeback like the diva he is.

⸙ - When you get home after a ‘jealousy incident’ as you call it, he’ll act like a grumpy cat, keeping his head down and grumbling short responses. Even though he looks mad at you, he still follows you around the house like a lost puppy. After probably an hour of this, he’ll finally break and start getting affectionate again. Then he will start asking ‘if you still like him’, or ‘if he did anything wrong’. You always reassure him, and that makes him feel safe. His jealousy issue isn’t actually because he doesn’t trust you – he fully trusts you, he just doesn’t like it when other people view you in a similar way he does. You’re special to him, and he wants you to know that no one else cherishes you truly like he does. That’s why he tries so hard to better himself – to make you and himself proud of the person he has become after all of his trauma.

⸙ - Travis isn’t a confrontational person – at all. But when it comes to you, he tries his hardest to defend you. Especially in the wilderness, he’d make sure you never, ever got hurt. He’d rather eat his own damn arm than kill and eat you. That was his limit – even if he was starving, he was never, ever going to eat you.

⸙ - His favourite spots to be touched are his back – especially if you’re scratching him –, the back of his neck, his hair and scalp (getting petted, playing with his hair, massaging his scalp with your nails), and his arms.

⸙ - He’s always tense, which is why he absolutely adores massages. Not in a sexual way – he just loves having your arms all over his back, releasing all of the tension he had stored up in there. After a massage he’s always limp, just laying there on the bed, on his stomach, groaning like he’s just been shot. Whenever you tell him he’s being dramatic, he always shoots back with a quick, light-hearted “Shut up!”.

⸙ - One of his first gifts for you as an official couple was a cassette tape with a bunch of songs that reminded him of you. He had spent weeks rethinking each song and tweaking the playlist, wanting everything down to the lyrics to be accurate to how he feels and thinks of you.

⸙ - He loves gossip. Whenever you’re gossiping with your girl friends, he’s always nearby, pretending to be doing something while he’s listening in. He lives for the drama, although he pretends that he’s not interested. After your friends live, he’ll try to ask for more information (without you catching on that he was listening in), although you can always clock him. Now, whenever your friends come around, you all invite him to listen to the new hot cup of tea.

⸙ - He's awkward as hellll when it comes to flirting, or any type of suggestive talk. He tried his hardest, truly, bless his heart, but he's just... bad at it. He always just lets you do all the talking, while he stands there and nervously chuckles.

that's all,,,, for now ;).

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twstedfreak · 3 months ago

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Not Even the Gods Can Keep Me from You — g. satoru

Ꮺ ⋮ pairing — odysseus!gojo satoru x fem!reader [greek au]

Ꮺ ⋮ synopsis — ❝ you were never supposed to fall for the prince of ithaca—especially not when war was on the horizon and the gods had already written tragedy in the stars. but you did. and any now, years have passed, the sea has swallowed his name, and you're left raising his son in a kingdom that’s slowly forgetting him. across cursed islands and shattered battlegrounds, gojo satoru is fighting his way back to you—but after all this time, will love be enough to bring him home? ❞

Ꮺ ⋮ c&w — 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—kinda ooc, kinda slowburn too, war, violence, death, grief, emotional manipulation, long chapters(?), separation, implied infidelity in the context of war and distance, strong language, betrayal, intense emotional conflict, Satoru’s inner turmoil and struggles with guilt, longing, and regret. tags might be added along the making of this Ꮺ ⋮ notes — it’s finally here… slowly but surely, i’m going to start uploading this series I’ve been working on for what feels like forever. seriously, the on-and-off relationship i’ve had with this story and the thought process behind it? Yeah, it’s been a ride. you wouldn’t believe half the stuff that went into it (just kidding, maybe you would). anyway, i’ll be posting the first chapter soon! just tweaking a few things here and there. upload times might be a bit inconsistent, as well as expect (ig)slow updates, idk it really does depend on my mood, so please bear with me while I get everything in order. thanks for sticking with me, y'all!! if you want to be added to the taglist, make sure to comment before i close it! i’m currently sorting out my tumblr theme (you know, the usual chaos of customization), but i’ll be back to posting soon. thanks so much for your patience and support, can’t wait to get this rolling! teaser post here! Ꮺ ⋮ status — new & ongoing

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PROLOGUE — BEFORE THE STORM The moment the thread was spun

01 | The Prince & the Spartan ⤷ A diplomatic visit. A shared glance. Their world begins to shift. 02 | The Lasting Days ⤷ He falls fast. She builds walls. But the heart doesn't always obey. 03 | The Archer in the Crowd ⤷ A masked suitor. A silent promise. A choice she never saw coming. 04 | Athena’s Watchful Eyes ⤷ Athena watches a child become a man—driven by love, tested by fate. 05 | The Ninth Dawn ⤷ Nine days. One child. One goodbye. Neither ready to let go.

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luv4arinn · 4 months ago

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Bayverse!Donnie headcanons bc his my bbg

Okay, lol, I really needed to let all of this out and just vomit all the ideas I’ve been hoarding about this man. I love him. I’ve adored him ever since the 2012 series, and that made me realize—I definitely have a thing for nerds. And glasses. Dear god.

I hope you guys like this!! Do you think I should do the same for the other brothers? Or maybe for the other characters? (I wouldn’t mind taking the risk and making headcanons like this for Rocksteady, hehe.)

Alright, bye!!

warnings: sfw & nsfw ( but not so explicit?) :p

- He’s a genius with confidence… until he isn’t.

Donnie is incredibly self-assured when it comes to his intellect and skills. He knows his worth and never doubts his ability to solve problems. Jumping out of a plane without a parachute? Easy. Hacking government security systems? A piece of cake. But confessing his feelings to you? That’s a whole different challenge.

This is where his anxious side kicks in. His brain, used to solving any equation, completely short-circuits when it comes to emotions. What if he misinterprets your signals? What if he ruins the friendship? What if you like someone else? Sure, he can design an exoskeleton in less than 24 hours, but love is a field where variables don’t always make sense.

If you think you can hide something from him, think again. Donnie notices everything. From the slight shift in your expression when you’re tired to the pattern of songs you repeat when you’re feeling down. (And no, he absolutely did not hack your Spotify, ahem—)

- That’s why, when you start falling for him, he already knows. In fact, he probably figured it out before you did.

He won’t tell you right away. Inside his head, there’s a storm of chaotic thoughts, organizing themselves into an ultra-detailed data table with every relevant piece of information. Give him a few days, and once his mind has fully processed everything, he’ll come back to you as a renewed Donnie—determined, confident, and ready to make you his.

- Donnie doesn’t just plan things; he breaks them down into a thousand strategies of action. His trash bin is living proof of the number of ideas he discards and reworks over and over.

Gifts? He’s not the type to grab something generic at the last minute. His gifts are so deeply personalized that they’ll make you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself.

Example: If you ever casually mentioned that you’d love to learn to play an instrument, he’ll build one for you—customized with enhancements. If you said you love the stars, he’ll create an interactive star map with the exact alignment of the sky on the day you were born.

Your birthdays, anniversaries, and any special dates are planned years in advance. It doesn’t matter if you’re not officially together yet—he already has ideas saved for when you are.

- Romance in his brain is an equation far too complex.

Donnie isn’t clumsy because he lacks intelligence; it’s because his brain moves too fast. His emotions and logic are in constant conflict, creating an ongoing battle between Confident Donnie and Nervous Donnie.

You’ll see him go from saying something with complete confidence to, “Uh, well… what I meant to say is… no, wait, forget it—” and then getting frustrated with himself because that definitely wasn’t what he had in mind.

But when he manages to organize his thoughts, he’s one of the most direct people you’ll ever meet. Once he crosses the mental line of “I’m doing this,” there’s no turning back.

- Gifts

He doesn’t believe in generic presents. Everything he gives you has a specific purpose. A bracelet that’s actually a disguised tracker (“For safety. Just for safety.”), or a stuffed animal that can record voice messages.

One day, you wake up and find a new app on your phone with your name on it. You open it, and it’s a virtual assistant designed specifically for you, complete with personalized reminders for the little things Donnie knows you always forget.

- Once he has you, you are his priority.

Once Donnie accepts his feelings and takes the step to be with you, he becomes the most devoted boyfriend.

He’s not excessively clingy or jealous like Raph, but his love is obvious in the time and effort he invests in you.

No matter how many projects he’s juggling, if you truly need his attention, he’ll give it to you without hesitation.

- Donnie needs physical contact, but his intellectual pride won’t let him admit it outright. Instead, he prefers to justify it with overly precise scientific explanations.

“Well, you see… my body temperature tends to drop faster than that of the average human, so it’s biologically beneficial for me to share contact with an external heat source.”

Translation: “Hug me. Now.”

If you confront him with something like, “Why don’t you just say you want cuddles?” he’ll turn bright red and start stammering, scrambling for excuses.

Don’t listen. Just climb onto him.

- Donnie can plan everything, but he cannot predict your spontaneous displays of affection.

If you surprise him with a kiss, his brain completely shuts down for 3-5 seconds before he can process it.

Unexpected gestures—hugging him from behind while he’s working, cupping his face in your hands, or kissing his cheek out of nowhere—leave him frozen, recalculating.

Sometimes, his first reflex is to adjust his glasses, only to realize that they have nothing to do with the fact that his vision just blurred from sheer shock.

NSFW

- He’s patient… but only to a point. Donnie will never pressure you. He’ll wait as long as you need, always making sure you feel safe and comfortable.

However… he’s already undressed you with his eyes a million times.

His mind is a machine of ideas and theories, and when it comes to you, he has imagined everything. Everything.

He tells himself he can be rational and controlled… but if you take too long, his thoughts will become a little more persistent.

- He’s not innocent. Don’t even think it for a second.

He may seem shy or awkward about relationships, but when it comes to this, his mind is a laboratory of hypotheses he’s dying to test.

He has analyzed you with surgical precision. He knows exactly how you blush, how you react to certain touches, which words make you tremble.

Do not underestimate him. He has read, he has researched, he has learned.

But nothing compares to the real thing. With you.

When he finally has you in his hands, his brain short-circuits.

No matter how many times he imagined this moment, nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of your skin beneath his fingers.

His jaw clenches, he exhales sharply, and his pupils dilate as if he’s just been electrocuted.

His entire expression changes—from his usual nervousness to something darker, more intense, starving.

- He becomes obsessive about memorizing every single reaction of yours.

He’s analytical. He will learn what you love and make sure to do it better every single time.

Eye contact and sounds. His drug.

Look at him. Don’t look away. Don’t ignore him.

If you dare to hold his gaze while he’s above you, he will completely lose himself in you.

Your voice, your moans, your gasps—they ruin him.

He needs you vocal. He needs to know he’s doing a good job.

If you get shy and try to cover your mouth, he will ask (or demand) that you don’t.

Kinky? Oh, absolutely.

Donnie lives to experiment. It’s in his nature.

Positions? All of them. But his favorites are the ones where you are on top of him.

He loves being dominated.

After spending his entire life controlling every aspect of his world, it’s a relief for his mind to surrender completely to you.

“Set the pace, beautiful. I’m in your hands.”

Toys? Oh, yes.

You can be sure he has researched every single thing about them.

But he won’t settle for the ones that already exist. No.

He will build his own. Upgraded. With precisely calibrated speeds and optimized materials.

“This one has five vibration levels, but if we increase the frequency by 15%, we could—”

May God help you if you walk into his lab at the wrong time.

May God help his brothers if they ever find out.

Dedicated and obsessed with you.

Donnie doesn’t do anything halfway. If he gives himself to you, it’s completely.

No matter how much time passes, he will always give his all to make you feel incredible.

He’s not a casual lover.

He is yours. And you are his.

“You are my greatest discovery.”

#tmntbayverse #bayverse tmnt #bayverse donnie #donnie x reader #bayverse donnie x reader #fluff #tmnt headcanons #reader #tmnt x reader

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doodlenoodleboi · 5 months ago

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Senku l. (before & after the stone)

Headcanons, sfw,nsfw, suggestive…

Author’s note: Senku is a fictional character he is canonically 15-16 in the beginning of the series and 17-18 by season 3 not taking account for the manga which he is older. If in the future I make works on characters you deem unfitting for the roll of nsfw fiction or suggestive works of while aged up feel free to block me! Also a reminder that this is a fictional character, made up of lines/pixels. Do not waste your time writing petty hate comments which I will remove and are a waste of your life which you will not get back. I choose to be delusional about fictional characters for my own satisfaction, good day!

Word count: a lot

Before the stone

Sfw

Senku is a bit more less responsible before the stone as he is allowed to act like a kid. He often spends his time in the school lab or at home and can be seen with is small group of friends. (Taiju Oki and Yuzuriha Ogawa.)

Love and romantic relationships are something Senku has found himself uninterested in his teenage years. Dedicating himself to his craft and love for science.

You can take science away from the man but not the science from the man. (You really can’t do either)

Senku has found people conventionally attractive to a specific statistical standard but not to him personally and probably won’t ever given he doesn’t have a common attraction to physical attributes.

Though through statistics he can still find someone who he would be generally attracted to physically. Someone with glasses, makes their interests obvious ex: paint on body all the time, a lab coat or constantly wearing something of their special interest would be people he gravitates towards.

(As someone who is neurodivergent in the worst ways I think half the cast is autistic or a Shokunin if you will a person deeply dedicated to their craft.) So someone as such will attract Senku not romantically of course but they will be bound to cross paths.

There are a multitude of ways you could meet you might never meet but to keep it simple I’m going to give you a multitude of possibilities to have rot in your head.

Being apart of the school’s science club is one way always spending time with him constantly in the science room after school.

Being a dumbass needed tutoring friends with one of his friends but not with Senku directly, or competing for higher grades, a good enemies to lovers. Maybe you’re even apart of the school’s science club making you and Senku acquaintances if anything.

Senku doesn’t back down from competition when it comes to brains but quickly when it comes to fights. Being rivals to Senku is a good asset in the stone world getting you to be one of the first few people to be revived truly testing if you’re book smart (can do it in theory on paper in school) and street smart (do it for real and faster than the time given in school).

Senku was hesitant more than he ever has been getting in a relationship with you. Being shy was simply not an option for him, he thought it was a waste of time often making him coming off as stiff and blunt.

A relationship of romantic interest with Senku will never be said nor be official. He will never say he loves you or that he likes you even give he believes actions speak louder than words. If you give him time you will see through subtle ways that he is attracted to you.

He will ask you about things that don’t matter much: like should I choose this or that color the small things…

He’ll allow you to touch his hair if your one for pda, he won’t reciprocated often at most leaning into the touch out of pure comfort. He won’t push you off understanding that this is a love language (that did take him a while to understand.)

Senku’s love language is quality time and gift giving. This is more often seen in the stone world but it expressed as well before hand even more so if you’re a science nerd along with him.

He’ll be willing to conduct experiments with you along with share materials with you which is a rare thing for him being an only child never having to share much of anything.

I believe that Senku is aroace or at the very least ace. He can still have platonic love and relationships but isn’t fond of romantic ones being in a romantic relationship from his perspective is his treating you like a best friend practically treating you like a mixture between yuzuriha and Kohaku.

Suggestive

Anything remotely romantic would have to be initiated by you and 9/10 you’re going to either get pushed off. Or he just sits there waiting for you to get over with it. Something like the (kohaku kissing Senku scene in season 3)

For your sake he has experimented once or twice before with make out sessions or kissing to get you to do something (like get you to do an experiment with him.) any kind of physical touch from him romantic wise once again if not initiated by you.

He’s a responsible enough person to know better than to have sexual intercourse at his age nor is he interested enough to risk it not that questions about it don’t cross his mind but we’ll explore those much later down the line.

Though he’s more likely to tease you occasionally and lean his arm atop your head if you’re short. Expect this more often if you have curly hair

If you have 4c or curly hair in general he will be near you more often especially if you’re a foreigner. Have issues finding hair products for your hair type in Japan? He got you give him a couple strands of your hair next thing you know he has a whole list of products for your hair and product sample packets surrounding him.

Nsfw

Sorry there is none Senku was not interested in sexual acts before the stone nor very much after.

Though he will ask you a lot of “inappropriate questions” but i promise you he’s just genuinely curious. And he’s not trying to infer anything he promises.

After the stone

As I said Senku’s love languages are gift giving and quality time. This becomes more apparent in the stone world. If you had something you held close best believe he will try his best to make it for you. If you’re an artist he’s make brushes and paint etc…

He’s a bit kinder and softer after the stone. People he has known longer therefore care for more he unconsciously takes them on more missions with him around or in a safe space.

If he knew you before the stone you’re likely to be one of the first people out of stone. Though if not you are an important asset and he sees you for your skills and talents so be grateful for that.

If you’re a creative type expect to be paired with Yuzuriha often. A martial artist or athlete expect Kohaku and Taiju.

What Senku appreciate most is people interested in his work, he loves experimenting and explaining his process even to those a who don’t understand so please entertain him for a while if you expect at friendship let alone a romantic relationship.

People who are aroace can have relationships but they can often be on sided in the romance department. It’s not that they don’t love platonically you they just don’t know how to react to that romantically or don’t want romance.(yall can choose if Senku is aroace or not) As long as you’re ok with that your relationship with Senku will be fine. (I’ll just write him as dense to love for yall though.)

Senku if he does love you will occasionally indulge in your romantic behavior and take this a complent if it was a last resort he wouldn't be against procreating with you. (it took him a lot to admit that so you better take it.)

Romantic relationships are often seen as an inconvenience given he doesn't see the need for them and doesn't think he could would be the best fit for something like that.

He true for the most part but he is able to be in a romantic relationship. It may not be as romantic as a you like but if he has an interest in you he will unconsciously do these things. Don't expect any hand-holding and kissing though.

The only way you could get him to hold your hand is for technical reasons like you not getting lost.

Suggestive

I do agree with the fact that Senku would experiment on his significant other and I think this would be more common before the stone but in small ways.

An unexpected romantic act to see how you respond.

He will use this advantage if gen tells him you like him or something for free labor but we won’t abuse it he’s not that mean.

The only way I could see a “relationship forming” Is Senku using you for labor and “paying you” with physical touch. Kisses, hugs and stuff, he likes you platonically but as time goes on he starts experimenting with you first it’s his far will you go for each type of affection. Then it’s soon how will you react to this or that. He says it’s not you that he loves but the reaction you make like a chemical reaction in your mind. Knowing his autistic ass it might be true but the way he acts makes you unsure.

Or maybe finding a girl smarter than him would rial him up he might see you as arrival at first. You guys could be partners, he swears he doesn’t love you, but the science you create the knowledge you know, that wrinkly brain of yours.

He tends to have a love for things rather than people in a way he loves science and the things people are good at their talents but maybe not themselves, he swears but he does establish relationships with characters like Gen and Chrome as friends so I’m sure he can establish a romantic relationship if we take this route.

Then I could actually get into how Senku would “experiment” with his “friend” this would create an friends with benefits kinda situation but it’s not like Senku sees it like that he just doesn’t have time for labels and probably wouldn’t care about it. Just don’t call him pet names because he doesn’t like it. The relationship would be private so the villagers don’t make a fuss, for as far was that would last with Gen around.

NSFW - ish

Let’s talk about Senku’s experiments

Of course you consented to this but you might know what your getting into 100%

It’s basically just a very handsy check up while he asks you questions you may or may not be able to answer.

Ex: “Are your breast sensitive? There is a high concentration of nerve endings present in that area, making them one of the most sensitive parts of the body. While he’s over here playing with them in every way imaginable. He’s going to continue to do this for every inch of your body and take an analysis writing how painful each part is and or sensitive.

So I’ll let you guys imagine that

Thank you for reading!!

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keferon · 9 months ago

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Please do explain the process I'm curious

Okay okay oka

So!

First of all, I carefully went through all the designs and noticed that many elements are repeated from character to character. Many of the characters share the same arms, legs, heads, and everything. Which led me to the idea that I don't need to imagine for myself what every element of Prowl's design looked like after getting the t-cog. I just need to see how the transformation changes the components Prowl is made of.

And what do you think - almost all of the parts Prowl is made of are found in other characters>:D

Next, all I need to do is look at how the transformation changed these pieces. And build Prowl's basic pieces out of them like a construction kit.

Now coloring is a tricky part.

It doesn't follow a clear system, but there are some vague patterns too.

The designs lean heavily on g1, so I took g1 Prowl as a basis. At the same time, those blue pieces remind me a lot of Earthspark Prowl, so he was taken as a reference too. (Transformers media always uses its own different generations as references. I figured I would better use the already existing official concept instead of my headcanons)

As a result. Yaaay he has doorwings~

Also ahaha yeah his chevron is still pretty small but let's face it. Tf one artstyle doesn't really allow it's characters heads to be sharp and pointy, they all are kind of rounded? I believe tf one Prowl's chevron wouldn't be big enough to change his silhouette.

So. Yeah this is it. I can assure you I tried my absolute best to avoid implementing my own vision on him and focused on matching the movie style instead. (And let me tell you haha if I designed him to look like I personality want he would look waaaay different)

#maccadam #transformers #prowl #tf one #transformers one #tf one prowl #ironhide #sideswipe #Jazz #If i designed him as I like his chevron would be like two times bigger hahah #something like es Prowl

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solarstranger · 14 days ago

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DESPERATE TIMES (DESPERATE MEASURES) (4.5k)

pairing. k. bakugou x reader

synopsis. you like taking care of your boyfriend—there's no doubt about that—although something tells you he likes it more than he's letting on. unusually determined to uncover the truth, you conjure up a plan to confirm it once and for all. (or: in which you try to prove that bakugou has a mommy kink) (read on ao3)

c.w. minors dni. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up, post-ch 431: more, lots of cussing AND banter, explicit themes (which i will not delve into for the element of surprise, but be warned), i don't know what the fuck this is honestly. seriously

a/n. i wouldn't be here writing this author's note if it weren't for @sugarwarachan's drabble which changed something fundamental in me. thank you, andy, for forwarding this very important headcanon. i owe you my nonexistent first-born <3 hope you enjoy whatever the hell this is. i, for one, have no idea what this is.

Your plan officially commences the second you hear the familiar click of the door knob unlocking.

With a glance towards the direction of the living room, you automatically reach for the stove’s controls, turning the dial from medium to low heat in one swift, practiced maneuver. The sizzling sound simmers down in response, the resulting lull highlighting the creaking noise your front door’s hinges make whenever it’s put to use, reminding you once again of the lubricating task you’ve promised Bakugou you’d complete and yet continue to put off.

“I’m home.”

You decide then and there, however, that that’s not exactly the kind of job you’re going for—at least, not tonight.

And so with a few pats on the imaginary wrinkles on your rarely used, more-for-performative-purposes-than-not apron, you take a deep breath and finally head towards the entryway.

“Welcome home, Kats,” you warmly greet the unassuming pro-hero, who is silently toeing off his sneakers with his back turned against you—at least, until he moves his head to regard you, and the first thing you immediately notice is that he’s sweaty—most likely from his commute home.

Perfect.

“Was it hot outside?” you make sure to ask extra sweetly just as you take a step closer towards the man, reaching out to gently wipe the perspiration from his forehead. Bakugou visibly stiffens at the contact, although he eventually relaxes and shoots you a murmured response when you offer to take his duffel bag off of him, followed by his black and white windbreaker.

“How was your day?” you ask good-naturedly, gaze never leaving his as you hang the jacket on the hook by your foyer. You watch as Bakugou eyes you for a second before shrugging.

“It was fine, I guess,” comes his terse reply, gruff voice betraying his obvious caution. You try to play it off and keep going, plopping his bag on its usual spot on one of the sofas, although you can practically feel him still eyeing the material that’s draped over your frame.

“Fine is good enough for now,” you quip, walking back towards the ash-blonde with a smile and your hands clasped behind you. “You’re still recovering, after all.”

“I told you–I’m fine,” Bakugou insists with a small frown, and before you can argue with him on that, he drones on. “What’s that you’re wearing, anyway?”

“Oh, this?” you look down at the checkered fabric, “It’s my apron.”

“No shit. I meant, why are you wearing that?”

“Ah,” you say, grinning now. “I’ve decided to make you your favorite today. To celebrate your first day back after getting sick and all that.”

At that, Bakugou huffs exasperatedly, although there’s no denying the smile that’s tugging at his lips. “I forgot I can always count on you to make an event out of anything.”

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment,” you retort flippantly, spinning on your heel before heading towards the kitchen.

“Are you seriously making mapo tofu?” Bakugou asks from a few feet behind you, just as you take your spatula and mix the ingredients for the nth time that night. You’re not exactly sure what you’re doing, but you did follow the recipe down to the T, which you think has to count for something.

“I hope I am,” you find yourself joking honestly, reaching for one of the small spoons and scooping a bit of the red sauce. You’re in the middle of blowing on the utensil when you feel an arm loop around your waist, and you look to your left to see a blank-faced Bakugou, staring down at your pan.

“Looks like it,” comes his impassive comment, although judging by the tick in his eyebrow, you’d wager he’s impressed.

“You wanna taste it?” you ask, bringing the spoon a few inches up to his lips. Bakugou nods without missing a beat, opening his mouth and devouring the tiny portion in one massive bite.

You can only watch as a plethora of emotions dance across Bakugou’s features.

“How is it?” you can’t help but inquire.

Bakugou nods again, only this time more insistently, peering back at the dish as if to check if what he’s tasting is real. “Fuck,” he drawls, “That’s good.”

“Thank god,” you chuckle, slowly shifting back towards the stove with your head bowed down, “Because I wouldn’t know what to do myself if I—”

You trail off, pausing when your eyes snag on Bakugou’s joggers.

Particularly, the front of it.

Which—shit—if you didn’t know any better, is bulgi—

Bakugou suddenly clears his throat, and your head snaps up to meet his eyes.

“—I-if I messed it up,” you barely manage to finish, punctuating it with an awkward laugh. “I’d be crushed,” you add on, hoping he didn’t notice you staring just now.

If he did, though, he doesn’t make it apparent.

“You’re good,” Bakugou says convincingly, looking at the pan then at you. “It tastes amazing.”

“Well, thank you,” you respond gratefully, finally twisting the switch off. “Now, go. Sit down. Food’ll be served in a second.”

“But—”

“No buts, Katsuki,” you interject sternly, not even bothering to look at the man, “Let me take care of you.”

Thankfully, and to your surprise, Bakugou doesn’t say anything in protest, only walking towards your modest dining table, albeit begrudgingly, where he quietly waits for you—watchful—as you flutter around doing final touches and preparing the spread for your meal.

“What about you?” he asks, frowning, when he notices that you only set a place mat for one—right in front of him.

“I’m not that hungry,” comes your swift response, not letting his questioning stall you as you pour a hefty serving into a bowl.

“But—”

“What did I say about buts, Kats?” you tut, placing the helping before him.

Bakugou grumbles, but accepts the plateful anyway.

And when he doesn’t get started on the food as you settle yourself in the seat beside him: “What?”

“…Nothing,” he says lowly, shaking his head, “It’s just weird.”

“What is?”

The pro-hero hesitates. “You’re—I don’t know…acting like a mom, or something.”

Oh, shit.

“Yeah?” you try to laugh, hoping the jig isn’t up yet. “Well, sue me. I like taking care of you.”

To that, Bakugou doesn’t say anything, only scooping a spoonful of spicy tofu into his mouth. You don’t press him for a response, although there’s little to no denying the pink that’s now dusting the high points of his cheeks.

You take that as a good sign.

You also take that as a sign to steer the conversation for now, swerving it to the topic of Kirishima and Midoriya and how they’ve been doing, as well as how the agency held up without him for the last few days. Bakugou humors you enough, answering your questions with significantly more details than he usually would divulge to any other person who isn’t you, although you can tell something is bothering him from the way his eyebrows are slightly furrowed, almost as if a lot is churning in his mind and yet he can’t bring himself to bring any of them up.

You patiently wait for him to finish the last bit of mapo tofu before launching Step 2.

“Oh, shit,” you startle, causing Bakugou to minutely flinch in his seat. You flash him a sheepish expression.

“I forgot I still have my apron on,” you explain, reaching for your back as you stand up, untying the ribbons that are keeping the fabric together. You make sure to never let your gaze leave Bakugou’s face as you slowly go through the motions, which you think must be mesmerizing enough, judging by the way he’s seemingly transfixed on what you’re wearing.

That is, up until you pull the material off of you, exposing the ridiculously low-cut blouse underneath.

You swear it happens in slow motion—how Bakugou’s eyes widen in sheer surprise at the sight of your cleavage—as well as how he quickly looks away not a minute later, although you figure it must’ve happened in a span of only a few seconds.

But what you surely don’t miss is how they lingered ever so slightly before he averted them, opting to stare down his almost empty bowl instead.

The almost empty bowl that you reach for after tossing the apron to the side—making sure to lean forward just ever so inconspicuously to give him the full view—the view he refuses to look at by keeping his head bowed, even as he strains for the same bowl.

“I got it,” he says.

“No,” you disagree, pulling the bowl towards you, “I’ll wash the dishes.”

“You already cooked,” he argues, yanking the porcelain and still refusing to look up at you, “Let me do this.”

“And you need to rest,” you retort, tugging slightly, but his hold is firm.

“Jesus, Y/N, just let me—” Pull.

“No, you need to go—” Another pull.

“…Fine—”

“Just—”

Your eyes bug out in shock when Bakugou’s unexpected relenting registers, but it’s too late. You’ve already jerked the container towards you—hard—hard enough that, without Bakugou’s opposite pull, the bowl flips in your hands, and you fumble to catch its contents, but fail.

Instead, they land on your blouse, just barely missing the exposed flesh.

“Shit,” you curse, just as Bakugou comments: “That’s gonna leave a nasty ass stain.”

Reflexively, you lift your hand to touch where the sauce landed, but stop when Bakugou grabs your wrist just in time, holding you in place.

“Spreading it will only make it worse, dumbass,” the ash-blonde explains when you only look at him in feigned confusion. He heaves a heavy sigh, “Let me get some tissue and alcohol.”

“They’re—uh—they’re in the cabinet next to the refrigerator,” you call out to the pro-hero as he promptly walks into the other room, who only grunts in reply.

Now, you didn’t mean for this to happen—spilling red sauce on your new blouse definitely wasn’t part of the plan—although it doesn’t take too long for you to realize that this is something you can work with.

You were adaptable like that.

Which is why, when Bakugou returns with a few squares of alcohol-soaked 3-ply tissue in hand, the first thing you do just as he hands them over to you is puff up your chest.

And for a moment, the only response Bakugou can muster is a blink.

Then: “…What are you doing?”

You look at him expectantly, as if the answer is obvious. “I’m waiting for you to clean it off me, dummy.”

As if on cue, and probably for the first time since your not-so-grand reveal, Bakugou’s gaze finally darts down from yours to your chest, where it stays there for what feels like an eternity, before it’s lifted back to hold yours.

Then he says the most out-of-pocket thing ever.

“I need to go pee.”

That’s all the foreboding you get before Bakugou practically spins on his heel and marches towards your bedroom, speeding comically when he realizes you’re chasing after him by the sound of your footsteps, until you’re basically running after him. But there’s only so much you can do to compensate for your relatively smaller strides, and you’ve barely crossed the threshold of your bedroom when Bakugou manages to lunge into your main bathroom, immediately shutting the door in your face before you can shriek out a strangled ‘wait!’

For a moment, you debate whether or not to call out to him on the other side of the door. After all, you’ve done stranger things than stand outside the bathroom while your boyfriend allegedly took a piss, although something tells you that’s not exactly the case in this particular situation. It’s this very thought that propels you to wait him out instead, albeit with your ear plastered right against the door, straining for any evidence of his honesty.

(Okay. Maybe this is the strangest thing yet.)

However, it never comes.

What does ensue is deafening silence.

A few more minutes of stillness pass before you finally call the shots and knock.

“Katsuki?” you begin, “Are you okay?”

“Hah? Yeah, I said I was just gonna pee.”

“But you haven’t peed yet,” you point out despite your better judgment.

You wait for his reply for a beat, but it never comes. At that, you press your ear further into the cool wood—a motion that you quickly realize is a rookie mistake the instant Bakugou swings the door open not a second later, causing you to stumble forward, barely missing colliding into the pro-hero himself.

Shit.

He’s scowling now. “The fuck are you doing listening in on me?”

“I was just—” you start, scrambling for an excuse as you straighten up, craning your neck to meet his incredulous stare, “—You walked out, so—”

You falter, looking down, finally unable to sustain his gaze.

Although what does end up sustaining yours is the unmistakable sight of his dick visibly straining against his joggers.

At that, you can’t help it—you immediately look up, a smile tugging at your lips. “You’re—”

“Don’t.”

“You’re har—”

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N.”

“Was it me asking you to clean up my shirt?” You begin to ask just as he expertly slips past you, heading out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. You hurry after him. “Or my shirt itself? Because it’s pretty sexy, don’t you think? Or was it—”

Whatever probable reason dies in your tongue when Bakugou abruptly stops and turns in front of you, and you—once again—barely miss colliding into him.

With the newfound proximity, you take the split-second opportunity to look up to study his face, only to find out that the bashful pink from earlier has now morphed into an embarrassed red.

Embarrassment that you know he’s masking as anger, even as he grits out another command for you to shut up.

Instead, you stare at him for a beat.

Then—

“Was it me babying you?” you blurt, “Because I—”

“What?”

“Because I honestly enjoy it, too,” you finish off, ignoring the way he’s looking at you like you’ve officially lost it, “And there’s no shame in it. I swear.”

“…Nobody in this motherfucking house has a mommy kink, Y/N.”

“Speak for yourself,” you babble, “I do.”

“What?”

A pregnant pause.

“I mean,” you laugh awkwardly, “Not to be weird but—”

You’re cut off and can only yelp in surprise when—so abruptly you never, ever saw it coming—Bakugou lurches forward and smashes his lips against yours.

The assault is so sudden that you can’t help but moan at the feeling of his mouth against yours, your arms immediately circling around his neck just as his hands find their way towards your hips, gripping you so tightly you’d worry about bruising if it were another typical day.

But today isn’t typical.

Not with the way Bakugou’s frantically shoving his tongue inside your mouth, hungrily licking around as if he’s looking for something, all the while as he lifts you by your thighs and onto your king-sized bed, where he lays you down gently—entirely juxtaposing the way he just handled you a second ago.

“I knew it,” you whisper when Bakugou pulls away for air, temporarily sitting on his haunches as you gaze up at him.

“Knew what,” he rasps for a beat, before diving right back in and encasing your lips in another searing kiss, his wandering hands seemingly having a mind of their own as they rub at everywhere and anywhere, while yours grip onto his shirt.

“That I—mmm—make you—hard—”

“You always make me hard,” Bakugou huffs against your lips, biting on the lower before soothing it with a smooth lick. “It’s just w-what you—mmm—do to me.”

“Yeah, but—” you start, gasping when Bakugou moves down to the crook of your neck, biting down on your pulse point, “—I just always thought I w-was—fuck—the only one who’s into—you k-know.”

“I wasn’t sure of it myself,” Bakugou answers honestly against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down the expanse of it. “Until you fucking confirmed it with your shitshow tonight.”

At that, you can’t help but choke out a delighted laugh. Bakugou pulls away, propped up on his palms, grinning despite himself.

“Do you wanna try it out, then?” you find yourself asking after a bout of comfortable silence, your fingers absentmindedly scratching the back of his head.

Bakugou shifts ever so minutely at your query, expression uncertain. “How exactly are we gonna do that?”

“I’m not sure,” you say truthfully, “But I have an idea.”

To that, Bakugou nods.

“Do you—” you find yourself stammering, suddenly feeling unsure yourself, “Do you trust me on this?”

“Of course,” Bakugou answers without missing a beat, pressing a soft peck on your cheek. “I always trust you.”

At that, you shoot him a grateful smile. And, because there’s really no better way to show your affection in this exact moment than to give him what he wants, you decide to go for it.

You school your face into a bored expression—a shift that Bakugou immediately picks up on, causing him to gulp in anticipation as you sit up from where you’re lying, right until your back is against the headboard and Bakugou’s back to sitting on his haunches, staring at you.

“…I noticed you’ve been trying not to look at my chest since I took off that apron a while ago,” you begin, bringing a hand up to play with your topmost button. “Care to explain why that is?”

“I j-just wanted to be respectful,” comes Bakugou’s gruff response, his initially stern gaze wavering ever so slightly when you finally undo the first button, further exposing more of your cleavage.

“Respectful, huh,” you repeat, as if parroting the word will make it any less false. “You sure you wanna keep going that route?”

Another button. This time, Bakugou’s eyes dart down long enough to study your chest, now barely covered by the thin fabric of your shirt. You tamp down the pang of arousal that shoots through you under the heat of his scrutiny.

“Is that a no?” you ask when he doesn’t any anything back, pausing for a second before letting your fingers fall to the third and final button. “I need you to answer, Katsuki.”

“I-if I say no,” Bakugou says instead, voice rough, “Will you let me touch them?”

You smile. “Only if you ask nicely.”

Bakugou gulps again. “Ask nicely how?”

“You’re a smart boy,” you quip, “What do you think?”

At that, Bakugou stares at you for another brief moment, the gears in his head visibly turning before realization finally dawns on his features, and he all but flames.

“I can’t say that.”

You laugh, momentarily breaking character. “Yes, you can, if you want to get any action tonight.”

“But it’s fucking embarrassing.”

“So is sex in general, so you’re good.”

“But—” Bakugou stammers, cheeks reddening, “Calling you mommy?”

“See? There you go. You’ve said it. Now say it again, but properly.”

“If I say it,” Bakugou tries again, still obviously flustered and fighting to keep a steady tone, “D-do you promise to let me touch them?”

“Like I said,” you chuckle, “Ask nicely and find out.”

“Jesus.”

“You’ve done harder things before, Katsuki,” you remind him, making sure to let your seriousness show this time. “This absolutely pales in comparison.”

To that, Bakugou doesn’t throw anything back at you, choosing to heave a shaky sigh instead. Another bout of tense silence passes before he finally speaks again.

“…Fine,” Bakugou spews, rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Will you let me touch your tits?”

A beat passes without you uttering a word.

“Jesus,” he mutters under his breath, shaking his head, like he can’t quite believe the situation he’s put himself in. “…Please?”

“Please, what?”

“…Mommy?”

You can’t help it—you break into a grin. “Thought you’d never ask, baby.”

You don’t waste another second in shimmying off your top, chest further puffing out in pride when you hear Bakugou curse the moment it’s finally off of you, revealing your breasts in all their naked glory.

To your pleasant surprise, Bakugou stays put and doesn’t make a move on you until you verbally tell him he can touch you, although when you do, it’s like a magical switch flips inside of him, turning him into a rabid dog, immediately taking a nipple inside his mouth as he fondles with the other breast with his hand.

And when you chastise him for being so forward, he only responds with a muffled ‘’s still counts as touching,’ before continuing on sucking and groping roughly at your chest.

Well. He wasn’t exactly wrong.

Not many words are further exchanged aside from the occasional asking for permission and granting access as Bakugou slowly works his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites throughout the expanse of your stomach, making sure that no inch of flesh is left untouched.

It’s only when you’re wiggling your clothed hips in desperation does Bakugou get the signal to get a move on, tugging your shorts and panties down in one go, but not before asking if he has the permission to do so. In your desperation to have his mouth on where you need him the most, you end up forgetting the dynamics for a split second and moan a whiny ‘please’, a lapse that Bakugou thankfully doesn’t comment on, although you can tell his smiling by the way his lips are upturned against your inner thigh.

This time, Bakugou doesn’t bother to ask for permission—not when you practically grab him by the hair and thrust up into his face—a gesture that the ash-blonde instantly registers as a sign to start eating you out, starting with a long stripe down your slick slit. You don’t attempt to tamp down your moans as Bakugou descends into alternating between frantically lapping at your pussy and thrusting his rigid tongue into your pulsing hole—in and out, in and out—all the while making eye contact as he peers up at you with half-lidded eyes that makes you want to scream.

And you do scream—if your moans as he toyed with your clit don’t count then your cries as he finally drove you towards the edge and then some with the lethal combination of his mouth and fingers definitely do. So much so that you end up having to swat Bakugou away from your spasming pussy when he doesn’t listen to your demands for him to stop—that it was getting too much—much to his chagrin.

“I thought I told you to stop,” you glare at the pro-hero who’s still lying on his stomach between your legs a few moments later, bare chest heaving in exertion. “What the hell am I going to do with you?”

“You let me fuck you,” Bakugou answers simply, swollen lips morphed into a smirk. “I made you feel good, didn’t I? Don’t I deserve a reward?”

“Rewards are only for good boys.”

“And aren’t good boys the ones who make you cum?”

You frown.

Touché.

“…Fine,” you huff, sitting up and gesturing for Bakugou to do the same. “I guess you’ve been good enough.”

“Fucking finally,” Bakugou all but groans, lifting himself to a sitting position. “I’m about to fucking nut.”

“Is there anything you want to do?” you ask instead, choosing to look past his vulgar, albeit pleasing remark. “Anything new?”

Bakugou thinks for a moment. “Actually,” he drawls, “There is something.”

At that, you perk up. “What is it?”

“Fucking Dunce Face introduced me to it,” Bakugou spews disgustedly, as if he can’t believe he’s citing Kaminari during sex of all times. “Tit fucking, or whatever the fuck they call it.”

Oh.

“But if you don’t feel up for it, it’s fucking fine—”

“No, no, no,” you quickly interject, waving your hand like that’ll make him stop before he gets to finish his sentence. “I want to do it. If you want to.”

“Yeah,” Bakugou gulps, voice hoarse. “I do.”

“Great,” you chirp, shifting in your seat awkwardly. “How do we do it?”

“You—uh—lie down on your back,” Bakugou motions for you to do it, and you follow, “and I—wait—shit, I still have my clothes on.”

You chuckle as Bakugou not-so-nonchalantly tugs his shirt off by his nape, although the laughter immediately dies down as soon as you catch a glimpse of his ridiculously defined abs, even more so when Bakugou steps out of his joggers and boxers, revealing his fully erect dick that’s now dripping with pre-cum.

“I’ve never seen you this hard, Katsuki,” you say as Bakugou climbs your body, up until he’s once again sitting on his haunches and hovering over your chest.

“Yeah, well, shit happens.”

At that, you grin up at him. “By shit you mean discovering you have a mommy kink?”

“Can I fuck your tits now?” Bakugou huffs instead, clearly thinking about more important things besides admitting to having a new kink. “I’m about to blow my load.”

You flash the ash-blonde an understanding smile at that, making a mental note to save the teasing for next time.

You’ve got a good boy to reward, after all.

And so, bringing your hands up to push your boobs firmly together, you finally say it.

“Fuck my tits, Katsuki.”

The last thing Bakugou needs is to be told twice.

At your signal, the ash-blonde starts with slow, measured thrusts at first, letting his stiff cock rub up and down the valley between your breasts, although it doesn’t take long for his pace to quicken, albeit faltering completely when you decide to crane your neck forward and take the tip in your mouth whenever he thrusted forward. It takes him a second to get back to a steady rhythm with the added sensation of your mouth wrapped around his length—a combination so good that he eventually abandons any attempt at keeping quiet and lets his moans free instead at your insistent encouragement. There’s only so much you can do to quell the rising ache between your thighs at that point, although you settle for rubbing your legs together for now, your undivided attention directed towards Bakugou’s own pleasure.

Bakugou’s own pleasure that only expands exponentially until he finally pushes one last time, shooting his load on your breasts, the sight of which fully covered in his cum only spurring him to ride out his orgasm that lasts in several waves, before he finally collapses on top of you, completely wiped out.

Neither of you bothers to make a move for the next few minutes, although it’s a sweaty Bakugou who first lifts his head to look at you.

Without thinking, you reach up to wipe the perspiration off his forehead, which—surprisingly enough—makes him grin.

“What?” you can’t help but ask, brows furrowed.

“Do that again,” Bakugou intones, “And I’m gonna fuck you for real.”

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sapphosclosefriend · 11 months ago

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~ Nerd! Nat Headcanons p2 ~

This is 18+ content. Minors DNI!

Part 1

SFW

Nerd! Nat who begs Yelena to teach her how to change the background of her phone to be able to always see a random selfie you have taken with her phone on a date at the park where you officially got together. You only notice it after a couple of days and just silently acknowledge it after seeing her turn as red as a tomato at the prospect of being teased for it.

Nerd! Nat who can't see shit without her glasses and squints in the cutest way possible when she wakes up next to you. She wishes she could see your face in the clearest way possible, but she can't physically wait to put on her glasses before giving you your “after sleep” peck, so she just blindly aims for your lips.

Nerd! Nat who loves immensely both cats and dogs and always rants about how she cannot even fathom people not liking one or both of them. She only has a cat, because she unfortunately doesn't have the time to properly take care of a dog, but she always rants about how one of the first things she will do after graduating is finally get a dog to keep Liho company.

Nerd! Nat who is a tea purist and is utterly shocked when one time you are too lazy to put on the kettle and heat up a mug of water in the microwave instead. (You use it as an excuse to make it up to her in a…better way). She makes it her mission in the next couple of days to thoroughly explain to you how to properly make the perfect tea “for your sake” because “you deserve only the best”.

Nerd! Nat who, doesn't mention it to you of course, but LOVES when you use her hoodies or sweaters, even more so when you wear them to go out. Your styles sometimes clash quite a bit together, but seeing pieces that remind her of herself on you makes her heart flutter so much she can't help but kiss you all the time.

Nerd! Nat who, when the weather starts to get warmer, literally wears a short sleeved button up tucked in some bermuda pants, a bucket hat and birkenstocks with socks. True grandpa fashionista.

Nerd! Nat who loves keeping you company during her free periods. She sits next to you in class and is incredibly interested in the lessons you attend, considering you study something completely different than her, but she physically can't keep her eyes away from you for too long and often ends up distracted by all your little expressions as you write down your notes. (Of course she always ends up blushing when you catch her staring without fail.)

NSFW

Nerd! Nat who could instantly die the moment you wrap your hand around her neck while you ride her. Poor thing doesn't even know how to speak anymore and looks at you with teary eyes to silently beg you to give her more. It's even worse if you choke her while you rub your pussy on her hard cock until she pathetically cums all over her own stomach.

Nerd! Nat who gets a little embarrassed and blushy when you joke about giving her a rimjob because of how much she'd actually like you to do it. The first time it happens, she's sitting at the foot of the bed with her legs open while you kneel on the ground and it is probably one of the times she's cum the hardest in her life. She's a little shocked at first and she doesn't wanna do it again, but it only takes her a couple days to come back to you begging for more.

Nerd! Nat who looks up at you with doe eyes as you gently hold her chin to make her open her mouth and moans out loud when you spit her own cum into her mouth after sucking her off.

Nerd! Nat who tries to eat you out one time and is surprisingly SO good at it. She makes you cum so many times and is so addicted to your taste that you have to physically push her off after a while or you won't be able to walk for a week.

Nerd! Nat who (as the ass girl that she is) ends up with you lying on your stomach while she pushes her cock between your ass cheeks. At this point you love to see her desperate for you so much that you gladly let her do anything to you to get a show of her pretty face as she cums all over your ass.

Nerd! Nat who invites you over at her parents’ house for the weekend and can't help but get hard when she sees you in a bikini. You spend some time in the pool to chat with Yelena and once you get out, water dripping down your body, you notice Natasha's eyes widening before she runs inside. After drying up you find her in her bedroom, trying to calm down until her hard on goes away, but you have a better solution and jerk her off through her swim shorts, making her keep all of her cum in her trunks until you tell her so.

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rafesteddy · 10 months ago

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Frat Rafe Headcanons

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 warnings: Pet names, unprotected p in v, mentions of oral sex, public sex, choking, jealousy, ownership kink, perv Rafe, recording sex, possessive, mentions of fighting, degradation

⭐️ republished ⭐️

Meeting Him…

Frat Rafe – Who first noticed you from across the lecture hall. Luckily for him, you were sitting next to a pledge who quickly switched seats the second Rafe gave him a hard look. He didn’t say a whole lot at first, chuckling to himself as he watched a little blush creep across the apples of your cheeks when he spread his thighs slightly brushing his knee against yours.

Frat Rafe – Who couldn’t take his eyes off of you through the soapy glass at the Fraternity Car Wash. You shamelessly recorded the show, giggling and smiling as he and his brothers washed cars between slow grinds and finger-drawn hearts. A very wet Rafe Cameron somehow made it through the car window, his tall frame barely fitting inside the cab as he continued to work for your cash. He danced to the music blaring through the speakers, smiling cheekily as you tucked a few extra dollars in his short red trunks.

Frat Rafe – Who waved you down before you could pull out of the lot, jogging up to your freshly cleaned car, asking you to come out to the bar that night.

Frat Rafe – Who sent three back-to-back text messages before you could pull away, the third making your mouth fall open. You looked through the window, watching Rafe chuckle and smirk, pretty proud of himself at the reaction that he got from you and the smile you couldn’t take off your lips.

Frat Rafe – Who you fucked after the first date. You couldn’t stop thinking about him after the carwash, his tanned, toned skin glistening in the sun. It was unclear just how many times you watched that fucking video, but it was a lot. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on him. Rafe Cameron lived up to every one of the rumors. The sex was amazing, the best you ever had, rough and slow, fast when you needed it. His long thick cock filled you deliciously. It seemed like he was always one step ahead of you; like he knew what you wanted before you even asked. His beautiful blue eyes were always on you, hazed with sex. His soft lips and tongue pleased you again and again ‘til you were a babbling mess.

Dating Frat!Rafe…

Frat Rafe – Who’s affectionate and gentle with you. Only you get to see that side of him, Rafe, reserving all his sweetness for you.

Frat Rafe – Who loves to wrap his strong arm around your neck in doggy, tugging you as close as possible, ‘til you’re begging him to let you cum.

Frat Rafe – Who went absolutely crazy the first time you called him daddy. The petname quickly became his favorite.

Frat Rafe – Who loves to brag about you to his frat brothers, especially when he’s drunk. The blonde, quick to remind them how much better you are than the girls they are hitting on to the point where it’s downright rude. You’ll scold his tipsy ass, and he’ll sass you as he continues to dog his friend until you have no choice but to smash your lips against his and steal the words off his lips.

Frat Rafe – Who sent you this message just a few days after you started talking:

Little did you know how much it was on his mind. He hated that you weren’t official. A much as Rafe wanted you to belong to him, he wanted to belong to you.

Frat Rafe – Who asked you out that night ‘cause he couldn’t wait any longer.

Frat Rafe – Who loves sneaking away with you at parties. Sure, he loves showing you off, but his favorite thing to do is chill in his truck, listening to music while the two of you share a joint and talk.

Frat Rafe – Who would rather spend every night at your place than the frat house because he can actually relax. Some nights you go to sleep alone and wake up with Rafe’s strong body hugging you from behind after he let himself in with the key you had cut just for him. He couldn’t sleep and needed you.

Frat Rafe – Who lives in weathered fraternity t-shirts and snapbacks if he’s not rocking a crisp polo. At any function, Rafe’s hat usually ends up on your head, one way or another, left on from time to time when you suck him off or ride his cock.

Frat Rafe – Who doesn’t trust any of his frat brothers around you but Top. If you’re coming over to hang out he’s meeting you out at your car to walk you in. If you’re at a party his hand is in yours, resting on your back, draped over your shoulder, or wrapped around your waist. He loves the contact just as much as he loves keeping you safe.

Frat Rafe – Who texts you cute/horny shit when he’s drunk and you’re away.

He often questions how he got so lucky or why are you dating me again? Rafe knows you love him, he just loves hearing it. His frat brothers also know when you’re gone for the weekend because Rafe turns into an absolute dick, bitching about everything until you’re back.

Frat Rafe – Who doesn’t care if people can hear the two of you having sex in fact he loves it. Rafe coaches you through each orgasm, trying hard to get you screaming for him.

“C’mon, princess… Let these boys hear how good daddy’s givin’ it to you.”

“Shh… Baby, I’d hate for all these guys to hear what a filthy fuckin’ slut you are f’me.”

“Bet he didn’t think I was fuckin’ you right. What do you think he thinkin’ now huh?”

He also loves watching you walk back into the party all flushed and wobbly knowing that he was the reason you were weak in the knees. Rafe loves to mark you with love bites, and hand prints, dark hickies on your cleavage that peek out of your low-cut dress, pairing beautifully with the sparkly little R pendant around your neck.

Frat Rafe – Who dedicates every Wednesday night for date night and will never let a frat meeting or function interfere.

Frat Rafe – Who’s a surprisingly good dancer. He’ll only dance at the bar if he’s wasted, but when he does, your ass is pressed up against him with his strong hands clutching your hips. It doesn’t take long until you’re dress is bunched up around your waist, panties pushed to the side, with Rafe’s pants in a puddle around his ankles as he fills you up in the dingy bar bathroom. On the other hand, if you’re at the frat house, it only takes a song or two until your bent over the bathroom sink or pressed up against the hallway wall.

Frat Rafe – Who couldn’t wait for Spring Break. Each drunken day was spent at the beach with his frat brothers and your friends – each night, a different bar. But Rafe made sure you still had some moments alone whether it be to take you shopping, share a beer, or watch the sunset.

Frat Rafe – Who got rid of his dirt bike and bought a motorcycle instead. Of course, making sure he bought a helmet for you so he could bring you to class or for a cruise around campus.

Frat Rafe – Who fell in love with you all over again when you made him a beer poster with yourself as the model. You had no idea how much he loved it until you showed up to the next frat party and saw it framed on the wall.

Frat Rafe – Who’s gotten in trouble with the law a few times for fighting. Rafe, no stranger to a fight on account of you when someone tries to start shit or gets handsy. He never ends up making it to jail, usually talking or paying his way out of it.

Frat Rafe – Who knows your class schedule like the back of his hand. Whenever he’s at the library he’ll text you and ask if you need a study break which is code for stuffing you full of his cock in study room D.

Frat Rafe – Who jealously gets the better of him, and when he pisses you off, all it takes is a flirty smile and a wave at one of his frat brothers or a hockey player to set him off. The rest of the night consists of rough, possessive sex, and punishment which somehow turns into sweet, slow passionate sex where’s he’s mumbling I love you’s and I’m sorry’s between deep strokes and kisses.

Frat Rafe – Who loves it when you wear his clothes, especially his oversized frat t-shirts paired with your cute little panties.

Frat Rafe – Who sends you gym selfies because he knows how crazy they make you, especially post-workout shots.

Frat Rafe – Who couldn’t keep his hands or eyes off you at the frat formal. It was hard not to think about the future when you looked so pretty in your white sparkly dress.

Frat Rafe – Who’s fiercely loyal. You never need to worry about other girls around him, but the sight of it still makes you jealous. Rafe is quick to assure you you’re all he wants and needs.

Frat Rafe – Who has a thing for your panties. The lacey and prettier the better; wrapped around the shift of his truck, looped over the hand of his bedroom door, the rung of his bedpost, anywhere and everywhere. He loves to wrap them around the base of his cock when you ride him or knot them around your wrists when he ties you to his headboard. But his eyes roll back in his skull when you stuff them in his mouth because he loves how you taste.

Frat!Rafe – Who loves recording the two of you having sex and frequently snaps pictures of you just ‘cause.

Frat!Rafe – Who won’t just send you dick pics when you ask, but videos with the sounds on, usually moaning your name until he’s spilling onto his hand, using the pictures or videos the two of you took as porn.

Frat!Rafe – Who had to change his lock screen when you took him home for the holidays because it was a picture of you in his favorite lingerie.

Frat!Rafe – Who has pictures of you everywhere and he doesn’t care who sees because don’t you wish you had a girl like mine.

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