#* A MIND FULL OF THOUGHTS (HC)

[thecaterpainter]

They may despise each other, but there is a trust that comes with understanding the other on a level no one else will

[byanyan]

no one:

literally not a single person:

me: is byan really just adhd... or are they perhaps actually audhd......

[000marie198]

Zuko is a cat

[beware-of-you-98]

A hc that people can try and pry from my cold dead hands is that penelope garcia is a paramore stan

[kennheir]

What controversies/drama would your character incite in fandom?

Well she ruins canon by not making hope isolated and depressed as hell so that's controversy number one. Her existence is unconventional and bends the rules of nature a lil bit re how her own werewolf curse works vs everyone else's because she never had to kill anyone to trigger it.

Shes not kissing the mikaelsons feet, if they fuck up theyre gonna hear about it, and on a good day she very much prefers klaus to elijah, like its not even a competition; vampire who's first sireling brutally murdered her dad infront of her mom and then Actively hindered any attempts at saving her mom vs vampire who actually tried to save her even with the amount of blood on his hands? Literal no brainer babeyyy!

Honestly they'd probably find her annoying because she's emotional and hate her for being conflicted about becoming a hybrid when she dies because she Loves being a wolf! She's actively been a wolf longer than she can remember and she's already watched that stolen from her mom, she's already seen how Wary people were when Henry became a hybrid, she doesn't want to lose what family and community she has with her pack !

Also she knows exactly what kind of vampires emotional people make and that Terrifies her !

[yintous]

party 4 u

❪ masterlist ❫ · out of character (or not) things the batboys did while being head over heels for you ⸝⸝⸝ crackfic ノ situationship hcs

🗒️ not proofread, more content under the cut ; VERY SATIRE. inspired by my sweeter than honey work and stupid things i did for my ex-situationship

DICK GRAYSON

wholeheartedly cussed out a barista inside his head when he saw them subtly flirting with you at the cashier

when his jealousy is mild he’s like “oh my god. i hope they slip on a drink and ruin that stupidly clean apron.” or “i can make a better latte! (name) just hasn’t seen it yet 🙄”

and he actually did learn how to make a better latte—that resulted in you visiting his apartment for morning coffee (when you went home he turned to the sky and absorbed the sunlight. eyes closed and everything out of pure gratitude)

started journaling whenever he got impulsively jealous and frustrated over the unlabeled relationship and somehow it always ends up being a love letter to you???

when he senses your presence, he gives himself five seconds to fix his hair and practice a charming smile before facing you 😭😭😭 atp it’s a habit he can never get rid of

you once saw him smiling weirdly at a mirror when he thought you weren’t looking (he was trying to see what the best smile was…..literally scrolled abt the types of smiles people have before it all) and you had to resist the urge to outright giggle

JASON TODD

listened to radiohead’s whole discography when he first got jealous while glaring at his ceiling, arms crossed and everything

his brooding got ruined when his earphones started glitching and he had to hold one of them at a specific angle so both of them would have audio

brushes his bangs back whenever he sighs at the thought of you (you literally cannot leave his brain). he brushed his hair back so often you thought he suddenly started liking slickbacks

scrolled through a comment section full of people that were ranting abt the annoying stuff their partners do and made a vow to himself to never do the things mentioned to you

goons CANNOT get away from him when he’s having a day wherein he got jealous over someone else flirting with you 😭 and after allat beating up and shooting the said goons, he acts like nothing happened

as in he literally texts you a “good evening” text and asked if you were free for dinner (it was two am)

TIM DRAKE

he felt like he was in a bad romcom. desperate times call for desperate measures i fear 💔 tried to analyze your body language to somehow read your mind/feelings toward him (he got 0 sleep that day)

wasn’t a believer in astrology but proceeded to analyze his and your birth chart to see if you guys would fit (he somehow found your documents)

tried the “triangle method” on you where he looks to your left eye, then your right, then to your lips—and was genuinely confused when YOU looked confused

you overheard him ranting to himself about your situationship. he was putting a lot of emotion into it

(sometimes he literally mumbles in ANGER abt it when he sleeps)

tried to deepen his voice around you (esp during the times where you two banter) but it did nothing but make the mood awkward (grew the habit of sending vms instead of text messages while deepening his voice bc he thought it’ll make you like him more)

DUKE THOMAS

bit a little too hard on your bottom lip while kissing you

he could’ve sworn he saw the grim reaper because of how embarrassed he was when he heard your noise of pain LIKE 💔💔 every time he closes his eyes, he sees it happening again

like jason, his charger instead of his earphones broke while texting you so he had to angle his phone a certain way while trying to keep up a convo with you

to make it even worse, it was overheating and all too 🥀🥀🥀 in the back of his mind he could already see the image of his phone exploding right in front of him but he still didn’t gaf and continued texting you

was lowkey obsessed with your perfume and hated the push-and-pull situationship thing so when you were away from him, he went on a whole perfume hunt

and the salespeople who assisted him were so?? confused?? because of how specific his description was??? and the description felt targeted to a certain someone instead of it being about an actual perfume??

DAMIAN WAYNE

dedicates every art he’s consumed to you OR gets inspired by said art to create something similar to the media that was presented to him

once wrote a romeo and juliet piece but it was yours and his version of it with no death or wtv (he made one of the lines from the story his wallpaper)

made a 100 excuses about needing to learn body anatomy so you’d get the hint and FINALLY let him use your appearance to study anatomy (he needed an excuse to look at you more without getting teased)

overheard that you liked ear piercings on guys so he pierced himself while half asleep in his bathroom

he would’ve regretted it if he didn’t catch your eyes wandering to the new piercing the morning after

impulsively carved your name on his sword and he is NOT hearing the end of it from his family at all

© yintous do not copy, repost, plagiarize, or feed any of my work into ai.

[bluukive]

!MDNI: Random hcs - JJK

an - just some random thoughts about my malewives. VERY explicit, do NOT interact if you're a min0r

ᡣ𐭩 G. Satoru

Fụcks you like he's shooting a pọrno, which he kinda is because of the camera that he's holding. Makes sure to get all the scandalous angles, like close-ups of your pụssy lips spread around his thick length. Obnoxiously zooms in on your face and mocks the way your mouth hangs open and eyes roll back.

Pụssy talking, hehe... has full-blown conversations to you when he's between your thighs and even assigned it she/her pronouns because he's inclusive like that. Tells your drenched cụnt all about his day whilst he's french-kissing your entire pụssy. Licks up all the strands of slick that connect his lips to yours like someone's starved him.

Messy. Won't hesitate to spit in your mouth and kiss you senseless, urging you to do the same. Nasty with it, quite literally tongue-fụcking you to the rhythm of his hips.

ᡣ𐭩 G. Suguru

Has a dacryphilia kink TRUST ME. I don't mean it out of pain, but he likes seeing you cry out of desperation or because of how good HE is making you feel. Not anyone. Just him. He likes kissing or licking away each tear, murmuring condescendingly into your ear about how you look so pretty crying for him.

Wants his hair pulled. Not gently, but enough to have him hissing at the slight sting. He wants his entire head to move when you do this, especially when he's eating you out from below. He doesn't mind it when you forcefully guide his movements like this.

Heavy into worshipping. With you, he'll cụm all over your chest, thighs, ąss. EVERYWHERE, and that includes inside. Suguru would then lick it all up, muttering about how utterly devoted he is to you. His hands are soft when it comes to dragging them all over your body. He truly makes you feel loved.

ᡣ𐭩 T. Fushiguro

NAASSTYYY MAN mmfngn my fave. This man grunts, groans, treats sẹx like a whole workout session and doesn't feel accomplished until you're both sweaty and red. He's so animalistic when he's really into it, leaving handprints and bite marks wherever he can.

Loves positions that can really show off his strength. This includes full nelson, mating press, doggy with a foot on the back of your neck hello??? Gets all mean when he deems the arch of your back inadequate (Inspired by @/tonycries I LOVE it when she includes this)

Voyeur but only with you. Likes watching you pleasure yourself and failing because he KNOWS he's better than whatever you use on yourself. Jerks off with that stupidly cocky smirk of his, pretending like his bąlls aren't aching to be drained. I don't know who he's trying to fool.

ᡣ𐭩 N. Kento

Has a secret folder in his phone named something completely random, like 'meetings' or 'important'. The folder only consists of the filthiest voice recordings of you during intimate times (sounds of you taking his cọck so well down your throat, skin slapping against skin, your moans most importantly)

Loves (consensual) sleepy sẹx. He loves how domestic it feels to wake up beside you and coax you into a state of arousal. There's no rush to either of your movements as he spoons you from behind, one leg over your hip and cọck nestled deep within.

Refuses to cụm until you have at least twice. Your pleasure comes first, and he takes great pleasure in gently squeezing his cọck so that he doesn't cụm early (just from seeing you feel good). His head would throw back, exposing the column of his throat that rumbles with a groan from edging himself <3

ᡣ𐭩 S. Ryomen

Scent obsessed. His senses are definitely heightened compared to yours, and he'll obscenely sniff every part of you, dragging his nose and tongue in areas ranging from between your legs or the crook of your neck. Can definitely smell the adrenaline and fear when there's (consenual) chasing involved.

Cụms literal buckets. Enjoys seeing that slight pudge in your belly after a thorough marathon of him dumping his thick load into you repeatedly. NOT ashamed to eat you out after either. Maybe fantasises about that bump growing into something more. He thinks you'd look pretty all pregnant with his 'heirs'.

Loves the sound of you gagging on his cọck. He knows he's big, but hearing you struggling to take him deep into your throat boosts his ego even more. Holds you down and feels the way you spasm around him, enjoying the way you let him roll his hips further into your mouth. Dare I say he cụms in your mouth and grips your throat tight enough to feel you swallowing...

[onepieceisreeeeaaalll]

You’re a Yapper | One Piece HC

As a fellow yapper, this felt necessary. Ive been thinking about expanding this to include a few additional characters, but for now, here's what I've got!

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Kidd

Tags: GN!Reader, no specific relationship mention, could be prerelationship

Check out my masterlist if you like stuff like this!

LUFFY

Luffy didn’t even really notice it at first. Honestly, he’s a bit of a yapper himself.

If you get excited and start yapping about something, he’ll match you almost every step of the way.

It’s the passion in your voice that really gets him.

When he starts to really realize how yappy you are, though, is when it’s topics that don’t interest him.

He’ll still listen. Well, mostly. Kind of. Not really. This is Luffy we’re talking about.

But you’ll just keep droning on and on and on.

Luffy will just stand there, picking his nose, unsure of what’s even happening right now.

One time, he just outright laughed.

”You’re funny. Why do ya talk so much, anyway?”

You’re floored. Face, beat red. Eyes, wide. Before you can open your mouth to say anything else, he grins at you.

”It’s fine, let’s just talk about somethin’ else!”

You didn't even have time to be mad. Because, right away, a boisterous laugh left Luffy at the expression on your face.

From that point on, you took any of those comments in stride and made sure to talk about things that excited Luffy, too.

And for Luffy’s part? He’s content to just tease you and watch the way your face scrunches. For totally platonic reasons, of course.

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ZORO

At first, Zoro didn't know what to think about it.

He’s used to people just talking to him. He swears he doesn’t have one of those faces - he’s made himself relatively unapproachable.

When you’re stoic and quiet like he is, though, people just seem to talk to you.

Luffy, Nami, Usopp - the whole ship is full of yappers.

And it's not like he really minds it. Sometimes it's interesting, and when he's in the mood for it, he has a good time engaging or making jokes.

It’s when he notices how you just don’t stop that he realizes this might be a problem.

He doesn’t always hate it. Quite honestly, he’ll easily fall asleep to it, and you don’t seem to mind.

It’s just sometimes when he’s already feeling exhausted from a workout that it can be a bit…grating.

”You just don’t shut up, do you?”

You were babbling about something - some kind of story, Zoro wasn't paying attention. He was trying to take a nap on the deck when you had just started, so the words slipped out of him faster than he meant.

That shut you right up, leaving Zoro feeling way more guilty than he anticipated it would.

He was expecting some sort of snappy comment, some sort of argument, which wouldn’t be completely unexpected of you. But you just went silent. And walked away.

Yeah, he was regretting it almost immediately.

Why would it matter, though? He’d get what he wanted - some peace and quiet, a chance to finally take a real nap on the deck again without any interruptions. No more training sessions interrupted with constant blabbering. Being left alone to his saké while the rest of the crew yapped and he could listen in.

But he found himself missing the way you’d sit next to him and how excited your voice would sound the few times he’d actually listen. He missed the way your eyes lit up when he’d give you a small nod of acknowledgment, and the way you beamed in delight whenever he’d follow it up with a hum or a question.

He eventually, very reluctantly, apologized.

“Yeah, you still talk too much, but it’s fine. Kinda missed hearing it.”

The moment you forgave him for snapping on you, he was more relieved than he thought he’d be to hear you rambling to him again.

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SANJI

Sanji was floored when you first started rambling to him. One - because you chose to rant to him. Two - because you just talk so much.

It wasn’t an issue. Not at all. In fact, it helped break up the day when he’d be busy around the kitchen.

He’d love if you just sat in a chair peeling potatoes while talking to him all day long. About anything and everything, really.

The sound of your voice is like a chime to him, as pretty as you are, and he’s happy to be given the privilege to listen to it.

He’s happy to engage. He’ll ask questions, add comments of his own.

Even if he wasn’t already completely enamored with your presence, he had already decided that having you here talking about whatever inane crap came to your head was better than him being alone.

He smokes a cigarette, taking small breaks to lean against the counter and just listen to you. Honestly, sometimes in amazement. It was impressive how long you could talk.

One time, after a particularly long rant about how stupid one character of a book you were reading was, you offered him an apology for going on a rant.

“Sorry for talking so much, just had to get that out.” You said, and Sanji immediately shook his head and laughed.

”Are you kidding? I could listen to you talk all day, gorgeous.”

It was such an easy answer for Sanji, and after that, it stuck with you every time you decided to waltz into his kitchen for another yap session.

He'd always have your favorite drink and snack at the ready!

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LAW

When you first joined the crew, Law wasn’t worried about everyone getting along with you.

You seemed friendly enough. Chatty, maybe, but that just meant you’d fit right in with everyone else on the sub. Their personalities were far more vibrant than Law considered his own to be, and that’s how he preferred it.

It’s in the few first times that he was cornered by you that he fully realized just how relentlessly chatty you were. And you had selected him to be your regular target.

You were rambling. Ranting. Droning on and on about something that he was listening to and absorbing, but wasn’t necessarily interested in.

He replied politely, though, for the most part. Nodding, humming, giving small comments occasionally. He didn’t have a reason not to, and he was in a good enough mood.

For a while, he was okay with being mostly quiet just to let you get it out of your system.

It was only the fourth or fifth time that you were yapping to him over dinner that he finally interrupted.

“You always talk this much?”

He really didn’t mean it as an insult. Granted, he wasn’t exactly thrilled about having you talk his ear off while he’s eating, but he wasn’t necessarily bothered by it. It was just…regular annoying.

Yes, he’s ranked how annoying something is on a scale before. It helps him when dealing with people.

When he realized he messed up, he didn’t really know how to recover it from there.

You’d still talk, of course, but you stopped cornering him. You droned on to Bepo or Ikkaku instead. For some reason, that didn't sit right with the surgeon.

So, the next time you were alone together, he just kind of started talking to you. About something random he remembered you talking about. He still didn’t fully get it.

That started you up again, and if you weren’t so busy gesticulating with your hands and explaining whatever the hell you were explaining, you might have been able to see him smirk.

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KIDD

The Victoria Punk was no stranger to loud, booming voices. It goes without saying that some of the most boastful remarks came from the Captain himself.

When you joined the crew, it seemed nearly seamless. Some growing pains here and there, but overall, you'd proven to be a strong and capable crewmate.

The only thing, Kidd learned, is that you never shut the fuck up.

Whether it was excitedly recalling a battle you'd been a part of, showing off your weapons or abilities, or even just talking about the damn news.

You always had input, and it had slowly begun to grate on the Captain's nerves.

It was during one particular day at port where you were rambling about - oh, who knows? It was incessant. And Kidd was wanting to address the crew.

“Would you shut the hell up?”

He noticed the way you bristled, your face scrunched, but you said…nothing.

Thank god, you finally seemed to stop.

But you didn't start back up. At all.

This went on for a few days, and somehow the silence was as annoying for Kidd as the talking. Maybe even more.

Where the hell did that sweet voice go? The nonstop chatter about the new island or the mission? The bragging about how you'd taken down a Marine, something he noticed and nearly pointed out himself?

He cornered you on the deck the morning before you set sail, finally having had enough. Again.

“The silent treatment, you damn brat? You'd better start being a chatterbox again before I kick your ass.”

Yeah, you rub it in his face from that day on.

[retrosabers]

𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

*relationship & smut hcs written with fem!reader in mind*

contains: a lot of angst (mentions of insecurity, past trauma), some relationship fluff, 18+ SMUT CONTENT BELOW THE CUT. MINORS DNI (praise kink, dry humping, fem receiving oral, a tinge of dirty talk)

word count: 2.2k

a/n: if you had a dollar for everytime i apologized for not posting, boy would you be rich LMAO

this writer’s block is no bueno. but, i can sense my bucky era coming back full throttle and i think he might be the cure. enjoy these unnecessarily angsty hcs in the meantime ;) and feel free to share any of your own!

GENERAL/PERSONALITY:

is very fond of the outdoors. he’s not a “take a hike and run a mile” kind of guy, but he gets genuine enjoyment and relaxation from sitting on a park bench and breathing in the fresh air and soaking in his surroundings. one afternoon you surprised him with a trip to a botanical garden on the outskirts of the city and he absolutely loved it. you don’t think you’ve ever seen bucky more at peace than when he was wandering amongst the greenery without an ounce of tension in his body.

can’t stand clutter. once he warms up to acquiring more belongings, everything has its designated place and it needs to stay that way. call it a mild case of ocd, or an undying need to control the ins and outs of his day to day life, but bucky can’t even think about shutting down for the night if his apartment is a mess. any files out on the table get tucked away in a well organized filing cabinet, dishes are dried and placed in the cupboard, laundry is either in the hamper or folded neatly in its respective drawer. he keeps everything as neat and pristine and possible for the sake of his sanity.

one of the only useful pieces of advice he retained from therapy was journaling. bucky still struggles a bit with verbalizing his feelings, so he often just writes them all down in lieu of talking it out. after he realizes just how much it works, he starts to journal about his days in detail. doesn’t matter if he’s feeling calm, or anxious, or how mundane the itinerary is, he makes sure to document it. partly because of the relief it brings, and just in case something happens to his memory again.

secret candle enthusiast, except it’s just one specific scent. you bought it for him as a housewarming present and he was absolutely certain that it was going to smell atrocious. what could possibly be so great about amber vanilla musk. turns out it’s the most perfect gift you ever could’ve given, so much so that he snuck over to bath and body works the next day to buy another one. the aroma fits him in a way that’s indescribable, plus it makes his apartment feel more like somewhere he wants to be rather than has to. it’s become a running gag to gift him one for every special occasion, and he always accepts it with a small, appreciative smirk.

this man is a real life disney princess. animals follow him EVERYWHERE and he’s got no clue as to why. you say it’s because they can sense at his core that he’s kind and gentle, and he always waves it off with a frown and a grumble (and a blush he desperately tries to hide). he feeds all the strays on his block, and eventually caves and brings one of them home. when you went to his place and found a tiny white kitten sitting on the counter, you thought you were hallucinating. then bucky walked in and gave a little scratch between her ears and it all pieced together.

“i knew it,” you mutter knowingly, eyes fixated on the way she preens from his touch. “you’re just a big ol’ softie.” bucky doesn’t offer any sort of rejection or rebuttal, only a halfway pointed stare before simply scooping the little animal into his arms and showing her off to you like she was a rare jewel.

he is very opposed to listening to current music, and the only way you can even remotely convince him to give things a try is if they’re on vinyl. it’s a happy medium, because even though the tunes may be vastly different than back in the 40s, he still has the familiar comfort of a record player. it’s still an uphill battle to get him to listen to anything made after 1950, but persuasion comes a bit easier when you pull out a record from your personal collection.

*psst. i have a fic about this you can kinda read about this here*

introducing him to doordash was a mistake because this man racks up an insane charge on his credit card with takeout. he hates the unnecessary socialization aspect of ordering at a restaurant so you best believe those delivery apps are his best friend.

loves to bitch and complain about maintaining his bike when in reality he enjoys it far more than he’d ever care to admit. he likes being able to fix something; to put his hands to good use and they actually have a positive impact instead of negative. offers to help any of the old timers at the va with their bikes if they have any trouble.

you know how some people get seasonal depression during the winter months from the bleak weather? bucky has that times a million, because the bone chilling cold never fails to trigger his ptsd, and send him right back into reliving his hydra days of being frozen against his will. when you catch wind of it, you make it a note to try and spend as much time with him as you can; make sure he’s not alone or that he at least has something else to occupy his mind other than his traumatic memories as the winter soldier.

IN A RELATIONSHIP:

old fashioned in the best way possible. while he strongly agrees with most of the 21st century’s stance on gender equality, he’ll never stop believing it’s a man’s job to take care of his woman. don’t get it twisted, he never tries to stifle your independence; it’s one of the many things he loves about you. but bucky can’t help but be a little “old-timey”; whether that be paying for your meals, or encouraging you to take a day off to relax while he’s working. it’s one of the only things he’s happy to have hardwired in his brain.

not entirely fond of pda but will ALWAYS have a hand on you when you’re out and about. usually a protective arm slung over your shoulder or a hand pressed into the small of your back. something that keeps you close to him for safety reasons, and also to let everyone else know that you’re taken.

doesn’t like to admit it but he can be a tad bit possessive. when you’ve spent nearly a century having zero control over your life and your choices, being territorial is inevitable. bucky will be damned if he loses the one good thing he’s ever had, especially to some punk who needs to learn how to back off. it’s a bit irritating at first, but once he lets his walls down and confesses the reason behind his actions, you let the man stake his claim every now and then. only because you know there’s no toxic intent behind it and because it’s lowkey a little hot.

#1 cheek kisser oh my GOD. this might not make sense to some people but if you’ve ever seen grey’s anatomy, derek has the most gentle way of kissing meredith on the cheek and that’s exactly how i picture buck.

the “i hate everyone but you” boyfriend (except he’s not really mean to anyone per se, he just does a complete 180 and turns into a big pile of mush when you’re around.)

king of random gestures. he loves making you happy and will take just about any opportunity he can to see you smile. you got a raise at your job? there’s a bouquet with a note waiting at your desk. sometimes you’ll come home to little “just because” presents on your dining room table because bucky can’t help but find little glimpses of you everywhere he goes. it’s his unspoken way of showing just how much he loves and appreciates you.

when he’s tired and grumpy he 100% does grabby hands (with a sweet lil pout might i add) to get you to come into bed and it’s the cutest thing ever.

sam wasn’t kidding when he said bucky’s got a staring problem, but it’s much more endearing in a romantic context. he finds you so beautiful, so mesmerizing; how is he not supposed to stare? and it won’t always be because he’s admiring you externally. sometimes he’ll be so caught up thinking about how lucky he is that you; sweet, kind, funny, and caring you, chose him as your person. he can’t help it if his eyes are glued to you while he’s pondering. everytime you catch him, he breaks out that shy little smile of his, and you find yourself falling in love all over again.

“you’re staring y’know,” you tease, feeling your face warm under his observation. he just shrugs, gaze unwavering as he saunters closer. “can’t help it.” he always take pride in watching you grow flustered as he closes the gap and presses a sweet kiss to your lips.

hot take: everytime i see “doll” used in fics for him i cringe real bad. i see bucky as more of a “honey” and “sweetheart” kind of guy. more honey than anything. in all honesty, i don’t see him breaking out pet names often, but if he’s going to, it’s one of those.

throws you over his shoulder like it’s absolutely nothing when you’re being difficult or arguing because he knows it’s a way to help playfully ease tension, as silly as it is. if he can get you laughing then you’re not mad, and if you’re not mad, he can reason with you a little better. it also leads to some very delicious sex afterwards when he conveniently drops you onto the mattress.

he’ll do the sweetest thing where if your hands are full this man will come up behind you and either put your hair in a braid or a ponytail (a pretty decent one might i add) if you need it away from your face. it’s always sealed with a kiss to the crown of your head and a squeeze of your hip, and never fails to give you butterflies.

SMUT:

i swivel back and forth between thinking that he’d be a bit hesitant or shaky with intimacy or that he knows how to please a woman in under five minutes. i honestly believe it’s somewhere in the middle; that while he does indeed have experience from his whore days back in the 40s, nowadays he’s not as willing to get to that point with someone unless there are deep feelings involved.

with that being said, when bucky decides to take that step in your relationship, boy does it take you by surprise. there’s a level of confidence that comes with being able to satisfy someone with such skill and ease, and he’s got it down pat. he’s even a little bit cocky with it, looking down at you smugly after your first orgasm, and it only amplifies your already flaming attraction to the super soldier.

nine times out of ten, sex is focused on your pleasure; he’s not cumming until you’ve cum at least once, and he’s not giving you a half assed release either. no, he’s working hard to make sure you see stars every damn time.

pussy eating king and i don’t think i need to elaborate on that.

is always down for a good dry hump. bucky loves kissing, kissing you more than anything, and one day he was particularly worked up, and it just…well it just happened. he was bright red once he realized what happened, but you quickly quelled any embarrassment he felt when you expressed that it was insanely hot. he didn’t even remotely understand why, until the next time it occurred. you were the one who came prematurely. and that, was when bucky understood the arousal behind it. now he’s got no qualms about having a good old fashioned makeout that may or may not end with a shared orgasm.

praise kink praise kink PRAISE KINK. it’s something he tries his hardest to hide but the boner he pops whenever you tell him he’s doing a good job in non intimate settings, and the increased speed of his thrusts when it happens during sex, are a dead giveaway. you tell bucky he’s being so good for you, making you feel so fucking good, and that man’s a goner. in his brain, it’s refreshing, exciting almost, to be told that he’s doing the right thing after a lifetime of being forced to make the wrong choices. what better place to hear that he’s right on track than when he’s with his lover?

hung. as. fuck.

i don’t foresee him being very vocal, but when he is, jesus take the wheel. somehow he always knows what to say and when to say it, no matter how few and far between the occasions may be.

“that feel good honey? yeah that’s right it fuckin’ does.” “always gonna take real good care of my girl.”

i don’t care if he’s got the serum stamina i 100% see this man conking out after sex. while he may be able to last a few rounds, the second you call it quits, the exhaustion overtakes him and he’s snoring into your pillow, but not before he pulls you close and peppers your face with kisses, muttering a final “i love you” before succumbing to slumber.

thanks for reading! <3

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[seiwas]

₊˚⊹。take my time (i’ll spend it all on you) | gojo satoru

wc: 1.6k

summary: gojo sees you in lingerie for the first time. 

contains: f!reader, suggestive almost nsfw (they make out… maybe a bit steamy), 18+ just in case, reader is in lingerie, shy feelings!! gojo down bad!!

a/n: i hc that the first time gojo sees you in lingerie, it’s like seeing you walk down the aisle—he’s a bit sappy like that! i also think that he’d love seeing his lover in pink! idk! it’s just the vibes! (col reader would look cute in pink too i think hehe complements the personality!); takes place later on, around col #4 (wip)

collection masterlist: conversations on love 3.5b. —will i ever bring you peace? <- you are here -> +04b (extra). if you're ready (let me) + 04. these traces of love, they outline you

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

There are few things in life that have earned Gojo’s double take: 

A sign for a newly-opened gelato shop with ‘exclusive flavors for the first 30 customers!’ written in fine print; Megumi, back in middle school, being confessed to with a sweetly handcrafted box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day; a small cut, right at the tip of his nose from that time you sparred with him and he let you get too close (or so he says). 

And now you. 

In something pink—

—that if he backtracks just a bit, steps one foot behind the other to glance again at the space left open by the bedroom door, and squints—

He’s certain, 200% sure. 

It’s lingerie. 

He blinks once, twice, rubs at his eyes even as his mind attempts to catch up to whatever it is–you–he just saw. This must be what wires feel when they short circuit. 

You know he’s home, right? You have to, you just told him to rinse the dishes after snacking.

And he was in the middle of doing that—walking across your apartment from couch to kitchen, stopping only to do a double take at the sight of pink in his periphery, at you, once he looked again, clearly. 

Or were you doing this on purpose? Did you want him to see you? 

He gulps, warmth spreading from the tips of his ears down to his neck, lingering. 

There’s only one way to find out, really. 

He walks down the hallway leading to the bedroom, keeping his footsteps light so as to not startle you.

If he’s being honest right now, his mind is full to the point of feeling empty—too many thoughts swirling around the fact that behind this very door, he’s about to find you in pink lingerie. 

And when he takes a deep breath, fingertips pushing on wood very slightly as he calls out, “Bab—“

“S’toru!” you squeal from the other side, panicked as you instantly push it back closed.

So you didn’t do it on purpose. 

“Sorry, give me a minute!” you call out, and he can hear your footsteps from the other side, frantically walking around for what he can assume is you looking for something to cover yourself with. 

But he doesn’t want that. 

Not when he already has the visual of you, pretty in what he suspects is pink lace.

Not when the way you said ‘S’toru’ sounded so much like ‘‘Toru’, your ‘‘Toru’, the way you usually say it pressed against bed sheets, under him, expression blissed out from—

Do you have any idea what that does to him? 

“Are you wearing lingerie?” 

You freeze. Gojo can tell from the other side of the door, and you think, damn it, because he isn’t supposed to know you bought a set, much less see you in it. Not yet. 

You could try to lie, but Gojo always sees through you, through every change in inflection, the way your eyebrow twitches before speaking. 

“Can I come in?” he asks softly, almost hesitantly. 

How can you possibly resist him when he speaks to you like this? Asking permission as if this space you live in isn’t as much his?

You sigh, flustered at being caught this way, “Can you close your eyes first?” 

He follows, laying one hand over his eyes for good measure before knocking on the door. You open it slowly, wood creaking as he steps inside. 

You feel a little naked right now despite how he isn’t even looking your way, opting to face the side opposite from where you’re standing. It’s on purpose, you know, he can tell where you are—Six Eyes and all. 

There’s a smile that he’s hiding, biting his lower lip to stop it from showing. His toes are wiggling from the excitement coursing through him.

You know Gojo will like you in anything; in fact, he’s made it very clear that he prefers you in nothing—but still. Your stomach feels queasy and you can’t get rid of how nervous you’re feeling. 

And you guess, it’s really just because this was meant to be a surprise for him—the design you’ve chosen, how it looks on your body, how it looks to him, especially. You’d ordered the lingerie set months in advance to leave a lot of time for returns, whether it turned out ill-fitting or just unflattering.

You didn’t expect him to catch a glimpse of it now, months before his birthday, before you were even ready. 

“I’m waiting…” he teases, voice sing-song in that way he usually does to annoy you. It always makes you smile though, and it’s an odd form of comforting with how it dulls your jitters right now, just a little bit.

“Okay, you can look.” 

As soon as he turns, you squeeze your eyes shut, hands on your sides as you fiddle with your fingernails. Seeing, knowing his reaction in real time is still nervewracking, regardless of every reassurance you tell yourself—because, what if this is the off-chance that you’re wrong, and he doesn’t like it? 

Or worse: what if he has to pretend he likes it?

You frown a bit—it doesn’t help at all that Gojo isn’t saying anything.

But—

How can he, when there are no words, no adjectives, no possible descriptions to articulate what he’s seeing—what he’s feeling?

If he didn’t die then, in every instance he’s brushed with death: by Toji’s hands, locked up inside that box, in that final moment with Sukuna, nearly halved—

He thinks he might have just died right now. 

Because this? You? In lingerie as pink as all he’s feeling—his cheeks, his nose, flushing down his neck, maybe even his chest if it were exposed. 

It’s heaven. 

You’re a sight. 

While Gojo has certainly seen you in much less, and done with you things much more than just stand with you like this, he’s never seen you in lingerie.

And you’re so pretty. Sexy. All his, he can’t believe it.   

He’s noticing all the little details on it–on you–its shade, almost salmon with a bit of baby pink; its material: sheer net as the base for everything—it’s practically see-through save for the delicate floral lace running across the bra cups and panty front.

The set itself is nice, sure, but he knows he only likes it this much because it’s on you. And he knows he’ll always like anything on you. 

The heat in his stomach is building, spreading, to the single part of him that—

“Is it that bad?” you scrunch your nose, eyes still closed. He looks at you confused, before he realizes: he hasn’t said anything.

He chuckles and you open your eyes, pouting. 

And God, he wishes you didn’t do that. That look on your face—what it does to him.

“I ordered it in advance for your birthday,” you start, pout deepening as you ramble on, “it was supposed to be a surprise, but if you don’t like it, I can still–” 

That’s enough. 

He can’t believe that you actually think he doesn’t like it. 

Gojo steps into your space, close enough to grab you by the waist as his other hand reaches up to slot itself in the area between your ear and your jawline, tilting your head up slightly as he leans in to kiss you. 

It’s rushed at first, almost desperate—hungry, the way he releases his breath only to take you in; your lips, soft in the way he knows them to be, his hand on your waist squeezing. Your fingertips trail to his cheek, almost cupping as his kisses turn deeper, more languid, lips moving against yours slowly, savoring. 

Gojo is a fast learner, and he shows it best in the way he kisses you, as if he’s memorized every way to build that familiar heat within you. You lay your other hand against his chest, gripping at the fabric of his t-shirt as he pulls you closer. 

You bite his lip and suck, just a little bit, the way he likes it, and he moans, lowly, vibrations rippling through your mouth as he holds you steady. He’s hard already; you can feel it pressing against your lower belly. 

And you realize, as a small laugh tears itself away from you, how ridiculous it was for you to even worry. 

You break the kiss, leaning your forehead against his as you keep your noses touching. It’s impossible to tell how Gojo looks, but you have a hunch with how he’s breathing so heavily; the skies in his eyes must be darker, almost gray, turned on by desire—the same one settling deep in your stomach, aching, needy. 

“It’s perfect,” he whispers, lips grazing yours. He traces hearts by your shoulder, something born out of the many times you’ve lain in bed together, playing with the strap of your bra before pulling, a short snap! as he lets go. 

“You like it?” you whisper back, a lilt in your tone, teasing. Your fingers come up to trace his lips and he holds them in place, nipping. 

“Mhm,” he grins, smoothing his hand over the lace details on your bra, his thumb rubbing, “so pretty.” 

He leans in again, a small peck, before asking, “Does this mean I can get my gift now?” 

You laugh, hitting his chest, “It’s not your birthday yet!” 

“Yeah, but what is time anyway?” 

And you know, with the way he’s trailing kisses down your neck, licking and sucking—you’re going to have to find another thing to surprise him with on his birthday. 

.

Later that evening, with your head lying right on his chest, you remember. 

“Oh yeah, the set also came with one of those belt things. Garter, I think? But I wasn’t sure if you’d be into–” 

You’ve never seen Gojo get up from bed faster.

thank you notes: for that anon that asked about whether col reader wears lingerie! + @stellamancer @soumies @crysugu for validating me that pink is in fact col reader's colour ᰔ i also just luv u guys 🥺

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[bunsiesblog]

Viktor Relationship HC

Viktor x GN!Reader

Purely self indulgent headcanons for Viktor in a relationship. You want fluff? Here is fluff.

tags: s1!viktor, established relationship, typical domesticity and fluff

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Viktor prefers subtle displays of affection. His intimacy is quiet—a hushed whispered shared between the two of you.

Very public and grand displays of affection tend to leave him embarrassed and flustered. This doesn’t mean he shies away from showing the world he is yours. But he prefers those intimate acts to be shared between the two of you.

That being said—he is a man in love. And he simply can’t help himself when you are near. So he has found a few ways to express his devotion to you:

A gentle bump of the knee under the table as you both sit together.

Interlocked pinkies. A touch so small it might have been missed if not for the faint smile pulling at his lips.

A hidden hand resting on your thigh while he reads or works—absentmindedly tracing circles with his thumb.

A tender touch to the small of your back as he guides you through crowds. Not only to keep you close but to keep him grounded as well.

Quick kiss to your forehead when parting ways. “Take care, lásko.”

Viktor adores holding your hands. Such an innocent and simple act leaves him feeling profoundly connected to you.

He often does it absentmindedly—reaching for your hand when his mind is elsewhere. His thumb traces your knuckles or the faint lines of your palm. He’ll even play with your fingers, as though committing their shape to memory.

Our lovely scientist quite likes the size difference between your two hands. He’ll press his palm flat against yours, marveling at the contrast with a soft smile on his face. “It’s quite unfair that I am so lanky, no?”

When privacy is reliably assured, Viktor rather enjoys spoiling you with affection and being spoiled in return. Here are some favorites of his in no particular order:

Kissing. And not the kind that is full of tongue and saliva (although he can acknowledge certain … situations … where it has its benefit.) He prefers the soft and revert kisses he gives you. The sort of kiss where he cradles your face in his hands, thumbs brushing along your cheeks, and simply embraces you. Like he’d rather be at your lips all day than breathe air.

Viktor also has a pension for kissing you in places that are not just your lips. His kisses are gentle, playful, and unexpectedly intimate. Some of his favorite places to leave them on you are the inside of your wrist, the curve of your shoulder, the slope of your neck, and the tip of your nose.

He particularly enjoys the way you laugh or squirm when he traces light kisses to your neck and jawline. Viktor will hold your hands to keep you from wiggling away. Despite being quiet by nature, Viktor’s smirk betrays how much he enjoys hearing you laugh. “You want me to stop? But you make such sweet sounds for me, Koťátko. Just one more.”

A quiet night in the lab made him realize just how much he enjoys seeking your warmth and filling in the empty spaces between you. When you’re perched at the edge of his work table, Viktor will instinctively step between your legs and rest his hand on your thighs as he looks up at you. It’s any wonder how he gets any sort of work done when you’re around.

To others, he is a polite but distant man. Constantly consumed by his work and ambition. But with you, he is something else entirely: gentle, tender, and devoted. And it is clear to anyone who knows him just how special you are.

Viktor always gives you his unwavering attention. When you speak, he listens. His whiskey eyes are held steady to your own. Oftentimes, when he thinks you won’t notice, they’ll flick down to your lips. And he’ll rub a thoughtful hand over his jaw, trying his best to hide an amused smile. “Hm? Yes, I’m listening, sweetheart.”

His reserved nature doesn’t lend itself to overt sentimentality. But with you? It shines. There is a tenderness in him that only you can bring out.

Viktor has a weathered notebook he keeps in his coat pocket for when inspiration strikes or he simply can’t put his pen down. However, among the haphazard grocery lists or scribbled equation are notes about you like ‘prefers chamomile tea when anxious’ or ‘smiles when it rains’. Even the margins of his notes are decorated with absentminded doodles of you.

He most definitely is an act of service kind of man. The chain of your necklace is broken? Or your watch won’t tick past 6:33? He’ll silently take it off your hands, fiddle with the repair in the quiet hours of his lab, and leave it for you to be found the next day. Any sort of thanks you try to give him are met with a humble “it was nothing.” Although the blush on his ears tell a different story.

[donvampiro]

Hi Don! I would like to know how the Monster Trio’ll react to their S/O calling them “My husband” instead of “My boyfriend?” ☺️ (Sanji is so gonna die from happiness hearing that)

hiii! hope you're doing good ^^ yeahh i'm pretty sure Sanji's heart would do backflips hearing that! xP thanks for your request sweetie, hope these HCs will live up to your expectations! Love <3

MASTERLIST - Welcome

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'Slip of the tongue (or not)'

Monster trio x gn!reader

Monkey D. Luffy

he’s so chill about it lmao

“boyfriend”? “husband”? “brochacho”? as long as you’re with him, loving & cuddling him and that he can do the same, he’s good.

Sanji has already tried a few times to explain to his captain the nuances of these terms, but he doesn’t really care. Luffy’s not very attached to labels, what matters to him is enjoying each other’s presence, and the gentleness as well as the intensity of your bond. you’re you. and for that, he adores you.

he’s not dumb though. he gets that “husband” is kind of… the next level. or something like that. he sometimes thinks about it, but it’s not really one of his plans. still, if it can make you happy, then he’ll follow you. he’ll always follow you.

‘yeah give me some more please. my husband eats… a lot.’, you’d suggest to a merchant on a random island where the crew would stop.

— ‘ya mean, King of husbands.’, he’d reply nonchalantly, his mouth full of food taken from the display.

— ‘Luffy what-’

Roronoa Zoro

here’s another one who isn’t attached to labels.

Zoro knows he loves you and would do anything for you. he knows your presence is priceless, and that your relationship brings some kind of peace in his warrior’s life. you’re like a lucky star, radiant and source of hope. Zoro is not a man of great speeches, but if he knows one thing, it is that he and you share a very strong bond that he’d fight to preserve — that’s probably what we call love.

he’d be quite confused, though, when he heard you refer to him as your “husband” — confused and a little panicked, though he wouldn’t show it. still... “husband”? wait, since when? why doesn’t he remember? what happened? his mind spirals, but yet, without hesitation, he would come to you and ask about it.

‘are we married?’, he’d question in astonishment, as if you were revealing to him a truth kept secret for millennia; and you’d chuckle. this guy fr.

— ‘do you want us to be?’, you’d tease, making him roll his eyes in a grunt.

— ‘nevermind. m’gonna take a nap.’ 

the slight blush on the shell of his ears doesn’t escape your gaze as he leaves. you’re always so good at flustering him. but oh, you want to play it like that? don't underestimate him. maybe you two should actually get married…

Vinsmoke Sanji

FINALLY he can use the ring he always has ready for you in his pocket /j

do i really need to remind y’all of this? Sanji is a man with loooots of love to spare, and his relationship with you is so dear to him. he’s attentive to what you do, what you say, he does everything in his power to be there for you, and hopes that your sweet lil couple will last. forever, please.

i mean yeah, bro’s your boyfriend, but what if — what if — one day, he becomes your husband?? unlike the other two rascals, for Sanji, it does make the difference. this mere thought makes him all giddy. and that’s why hearing this word roll off your tongue, in such a sweet voice, to refer to him… oh, the things you do to this man.

nosebleed and heart eyes? probably. but above all, his desire to preserve, to treasure your relationship and make you happy is all the more reinforced. you already see him as your husband — this would mean that you too love him and trust him so much that you are planning for the long term, even into marriage, right? and Sanji would never dare to break your dream.

‘anything for my beautiful partner.’, he’d grin. yes, he’d play along. let him have this moment.

[wolviesdoll]

jason todd hcs & thoughts ... 𝜗𝜚

⤷ craves intimacy in the gentlest way possible. lingering touches and soft fingers running through his hair, innocent kisses peppering his face and the scars that littered his skin. he's so used to the harsh ruthlessness of his life, all he needs is a warm pair of open arms to collapse into at the end of the day. all he needs is what he's never had.

⤷ loves romance/romcoms. a feeling of longing sits heavy on his chest the entirety of the film, but it's a reminder that he's capable of feeling more than than the unexplainable anger running through his veins. watching romantic movies lets his mind escape temporarily.

⤷ yearns to be loved so wholeheartedly. despite all the bad, all the rough and difficult parts of himself, all the blood he's spilled that just won't wash off his hands, he wants someone who loves him regardless.

⤷ at the same time, he believes he's hard to love. how could anyone love all of him? he can be brash and hard to deal with, he's quiet and has a bad habit of pulling away. he's afraid to get attached and crack his ribs open to reveal his heart to anyone, but deep down he wants that one person who can reduce him to such a lovestruck fool.

⤷ once he's found someone, he gets clingy. it's a difficult balance to maintain; fighting his instinct to be unreasonably needy while making sure his partner didn't feel suffocated by his affection. he finds a way, though. he's clingy in the way he's always on the cusp of begging for cuddles and kisses. he never will, not obviously, but it's clear he's thinking about giving up his pride when his green eyes shine with a quiet plea and his plush lips pull into the subtlest of frowns. he's clingy because he's afraid to lose the one person who sees all of him and loves it all.

⤷ maybe a consequence of his fear of abandonment, he is also fiercely protective. never in the controlling sense. he'll never tell his partner what to wear or when they can or can't go out — he trusts them. but he will he by their side the entire time, like a mean guard dog that growls at possible danger. except in this case, jason uses his strong, tall and imposing figure to scare off any poor souls who think they could approach his partner. they're his just as much as he's hopelessly theirs.

quick hcs :

྾ creates playlists for his partner and listens to it whenever he's away and misses them.

྾ really playful. the type to be left on delivered for a second and respond with "so you hate me". he's playfully dramatic and teasing, there's never a dull moment with him.

྾ has a polaroid picture of his partner in his wallet. if he loses his wallet the first thing he worries about is that picture. not his id or credit cards, no, the picture. speaking of pictures, his camera roll is full of his partner. most are candid pictures/videos he took sneakily when he was just enamored by their appearance. others were a little sillier, "unflattering" as his partner says, but he vehemently disagrees. some are a little filthy, but he keeps those hidden.

྾ switches shoes if his partner's feet hurt after wearing heels for a night out. no complaint from him except a smug "i told you so" when he warned them prior to leaving home. he'd walk around in just his socks before his partner took another step in their painful heels.

྾ carved his partner's initial on the barrel of one of his guns. his good luck charm.

[kennheir]

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unhook

PAIRING: nerd!rafe cameron x nerd!fem!reader

SUMMARY: it’s rafe’s first sleepover with his first girlfriend – who is equally shy as him – but she needs help with unhooking her bra.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

WARNINGS: shy rafe & reader; she/her pronouns used for reader; slightly suggestive (?) but it’s soft and fluffy 🫶

EDITH SPEAKS: we don’t just have nerd rafe now, we now have nerd reader too 🥰 I loveddddd writing the two of them, just a couple of soft and shy teenagers who like each other so much but are just so anxious 🥹 I have a cool idea on the background lore of this pairing and hopefully I’ll be able to write their full fic one day 🫶 anyways! if you enjoy reading, please reblog and share any feedback you may have 💞💞 also, my inbox is open to discuss all kinds of thoughts && hcs!!! xx

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Rafe Cameron was an expert at a lot of things: physics, maths, programming, robotics, chemistry, but there was one thing no book could ever teach him. 

And it was how to act around girls. 

Throughout his life, he thought keeping a safe distance from girls was best for him; relationships and everything else would come to him when the time is right. 

But he definitely didn’t think that time would come this soon – in high school. 

He was best known for his concentration, and how he could sit still and study for hours on end, not giving up until he was done learning what he wanted to. But this one girl, she was becoming a distraction. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was as if he could see her name hidden between the words of the book he was reading, tucked safely as a sweet memory of this new person who had just waltzed into his life. 

And somehow, the one thing that made all of this sweeter was that the girl – you – was also just like him. Just as inexperienced, just as nervous, and, he didn’t realise it, but also just as adorable as him. 

It was hard for Rafe to get his mind off someone who had so many common interests as him. You loved science and technology just as much as he did, and you both were somehow just always on the same wavelength with almost everything you talked about. 

Now, fast forwarding past the awkward talking stage (well, what’s to say it sometimes still isn’t awkward), Rafe finally bagged you, yes, that’s right, Rafe Cameron got a girlfriend. 

And a damn intelligent one at that. 

So, after everything, he has you invited over to his place for your first ever sleepover. The nerves are even more than usual, but he’s trying his best to make this work, just for the two of you. 

Starting from when you arrive till the dinner with his family, everything is super smooth. You both talk a bit, and Rafe can feel the nervousness between you two is beginning to die, to create something that’s more comforting and warm instead. 

But, all the effort he puts to make everything light hearted comes crashing down when he realises nighttime is nearing closer and closer. Meaning, the time to share a bed is getting closer. He makes the offer of his own clothes for your nightwear, which he’s super happy you accept. 

He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, his fingers fiddling nervously with the hem of his own shirt as he waits for you to finish changing and freshening up in the washroom. He can feel his mind go absolute berserk, an infinite number of thoughts looping themselves in his head and playing like a broken record. He’s attempting to get his mind off these thoughts, oh he is trying so hard, but he just can’t.

Rafe nervously looks up at the clock hanging on his wall and realises a little too much time has passed since you went to the washroom. It concerns him a tiny fraction, but he attempts to relax that thought by telling himself you must genuinely take time in the washroom to freshen up. 

But then he hears your voice calling out your name – oh how he loves the way his name sounds so sweet on your lips, but more on that later – and it seems as if you’re a little uneasy. 

“Yeah?” He asks, and his voice automatically takes that softness that somehow only comes up when he’s talking to you. He gets up from his bed and makes his way to the closed washroom door, gently pressing an ear to it. “Everything alright?”

A long moment of silence passes and Rafe doesn’t hear anything from across the door, which almost tempts him to call out to you again, but your voice finally crosses the wood. 

“I uh… I need help,” Your voice is already muffled due to the hardwood barrier between you two, but the obvious timidness in your tone makes it even more difficult for Rafe to catch your words. 

“Yeah yeah, what is it, sweets?” He says softly, the nickname rolling off almost effortlessly. Whoa, where did that confidence come from? Again, a topic reserved for a much later conversation. 

Another long moment of silence passes, and Rafe can now sense the anxiousness through the door, understanding that whatever it is, it’s making you feel more shy than usual. 

“My, my bra hook’s stuck… I need help with it,” Somehow, your voice has gotten even quieter. 

Now it’s Rafe’s turn to get quiet. 

It takes time for your words, and their implication, to settle in him. His limbs feel permanently tethered to the ground below him by a strong force, and that nothing can make him budge. But he soon realises that force is entirely superficial and it’s his own nerves keeping him fixed. 

Fighting the strong nerves he musters the courage to speak up again. “You, you need my help?” He asks. 

“Yes please,” comes your reply and he hears a heavy exhale escaping you along with your words, as if you’re letting go of the heavy weight of having to tell him what your current situation is. 

But god, Rafe doesn’t have a single clue how he’s going to react on what’s bound to happen next. 

He hears you unlock the door from inside, and he wraps his fingers around the doorknob, slowly twisting it to open the door. 

You’re standing in the center of the washroom, your back towards the door. He can see you’ve changed into his old shorts he gave you, but the t-shirt is sitting on the counter and you’re standing in just your bra. When you hear the door creak open, you turn to look over your shoulder and meet Rafe’s eyes. 

The moment you see him, you shy your gaze away from him. “Uh, it’s stuck real bad…” you mumble quietly. 

“Oh uh, I’ll… I’ll have a look,” Rafe mutters, moving closer to you so there’s barely any space between you two. He can feel the warmth of your back against his chest and it seems so inviting and soft. 

His heart begins to thump loud in his chest, and the deep curtain of silence that envelopes you two makes it even more loud to his ears. 

Rafe swallows the lump in his throat and lifts his hand up. He brings his fingers close to your back so that the fingertips are almost hovering over the inviting skin. 

Do it, Rafe, do it. You’re here to help her, that’s it.

Subconsciously nodding to himself, Rafe lets his fingertips gently press over your back and oh my god your skin is so damn soft. The situation is making heat rush to his face, and he just knows his cheeks are tinted with a champagne pink which is very hard to miss.

He can hear the hitch in your breath the moment his fingers touch your skin, as if the small contact is spreading an electric current throughout your body. Rafe lets his fingers linger over the bra hook, and he brings his other hand up too, attempting to sort the stuck hook out. 

“It’s a little stuck…” he murmurs under his breath as he has his way with the hook, but also makes sure none of his movements are too harsh that it hurts you in any way. 

“That bad?” You ask meekly, glancing at Rafe over your shoulder. He catches the look of sheepishness on your face, knowing how awkward you might be feeling in this situation. 

“I just need a minute, yeah?” He tells you softly, and allows himself to be a little bold, letting his hand drift over your shoulder and squeeze it softly. As much as his heart is beating fast in his chest and his fingers are itching to feel the expanse of your soft flesh, he also knows he should be a little confident because that’ll help you feel a little more comfortable. 

His actions do the expected, your tense shoulders relax a bit and you nod to let him continue. Rafe brings his hands back to the hook and lets out a deep breath. Okay, lets just look at this carefully. He takes a moment to inspect exactly how the hook is stuck, and then, carefully, he lets his fingers work through the stuck hook. 

It takes a long moment, both him and you standing in the quiet space of the bathroom with bated breaths, but finally, Rafe pops open the hook. That is the moment when your body gets fully relaxed, and he understands how relieving it must be for you to not have a tight constraint around your chest anymore. 

He can’t convince himself to bring his hands back down to his sides, his palms now fully resting on your back above your shoulder blades. You stand there, keeping a hand over the bra to keep yourself covered. 

“Are you feeling better?” He asks softly, feeling a little more bold as his fingertips begin to trail over your back, tracing over the length of your spine till your tailbone and coming back up right at the nape of your neck with a touch so slow and gentle. 

“Yeah…” you murmur, “thank you so much, Rafe,” 

Rafe can’t help the small smile that pulls his lips at your words. He leans down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder, letting his lips linger against your skin for a moment. “You’re welcome,” he mumbles softly into your skin, before pulling back. 

He clears his throat and reluctantly gets his hands off you, taking a step back towards the door. “I’ll uh, I’ll let you change yeah?” He says softly and watches you nod, but this time you don’t turn to look at him. He makes his way out of the washroom and steps out, closing the door behind him and resting his head back against the hardwood. 

He closes his eyes, letting out soft puffs of air through his exhales as his mind plays back the last few moments: his fingers on your skin, soaking up its velvety feel. 

He doesn’t know where he got the wave of confidence from which allowed him to touch you that beautifully, but somewhere, he’s glad he got it, because now, he absolutely can’t even think of anything else besides you, your supple skin, and how he might ultimately get to feel more than just your back under his hands. 

Well, this only makes him ecstatic about the impending sleepover. 

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a little request please: friend vs boyfriend vs fiancé vs husband Bruce drabble/hc’s? like how he would be in each role & progress in a relationship- tysm!!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥❀࿐TO LOVE SOMEBODY THE WAY I LOVE YOU (bruce wayne x reader) your love story♡

thank you for your request lovebug! i got carried away lol. reader’s gender is not specified but it was written partially with a fem!reader in mind. i took some creative liberty and did my best to make a mix of hc and drabble, i hope it’s okay :)

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BEFORE HE FELL; could it be love

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚BRUCE WAYNE was a man of pure mystery. an enigmatic combination of wealth, excellence, and eloquence personified. it came as a shock to everyone (including yourself) when you, the socialite known for being carefree and letting loose, found yourself in the frequently close company of bruce wayne.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚the way you guys met was something purely comical. it was in the midst of a social event you found yourself attending with a business partner of yours, a night full of networking and socializing that left you exhausted. you were reaching for your fourth champagne flute of the night when you bumped into a man whose chest felt as though it was seemingly made of bricks, sending the fizzy liquid all across the front of your dress. you two opened your mouths to apologize at the same time, talking over each other in a way that made you laugh wholeheartedly.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚it was after that night that bruce learned your name and “mysteriously” appeared at the management building of the company your father owned, inviting you to coffee with him during your lunch break.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚your friendship quickly blossomed from there. you two provided a safe and judgement free place for one another. bruce relished in the way you brought out a side of him that he felt he had to keep tucked away in order to pursue his double life; you accepted him for who he was and didn’t hold him to any obscene expectation. he was just bruce. similarly, you appreciated the way bruce took you and your thoughts seriously. he was always willing to listen to you and give feedback—no matter how silly the situation may be

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚your mutualistic dynamic that relied primarily on you guys’ ability to listen to each other, met many late night conversations either at hole-in-the-wall restaurants where you wouldn’t be spotted or through phone calls whenever bruce was free

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚as friends, bruce kept the bridge between you and his secret life far and strong. not because he didn’t trust you or care about you, but because he wanted to keep both of you safe and he didn’t want your perception of him to change

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚this meant accepting that for large portions of the day you wouldn’t hear from him and learning to not ask questions when he disappears for days at a time and tiredly responds with “just a business trip” when you ask where he’s been

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚being friends with him also means becoming acquainted with alfred. after your first few visits to the manor you quickly assume the role of being alfred’s taste tester for any desserts he makes. it isn’t long before bruce begins bringing you a new tray of scones or brownies whenever he sees you, each container labeled with a sticky note from alfred (though he’d never admit it, bruce began asking alfred for the recipes of your favorites and learning to make them himself)

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚in all, bruce thoroughly enjoys having you around and although he tries his best to keep you at arms length, there’s no avoiding how naturally you fit into his life

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚it’s shy of a year into your friendship that he decides there’s no avoiding the fact that he has feelings for you. and he can tell that you’re realizing something similar

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚it’s in the way he catches himself staring at you in a new light as you ramble on about some gossip you heard from your secretary. all of a sudden he’s noticing the way your smile lines crinkle when you speak, the way you use your hands to emphasize your words when you’re passionate about something, the subtle redness the dresses your cheeks whenever he makes a teasing comment, or the way you smile with all of your teeth when he recalls something you’d mentioned days prior——he’s a goner!

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚the back and forth with his emotions leaves him feeling like a lovesick teenager

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚it takes a month and a half before he finally confesses. it isn’t in a ceremonial manner like he feels you deserved, but instead it happens organically

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚you’re laying flush against him on the couch in front of his grand fireplace when he finds himself lost in the beauty of your face glowing in the partially lit room. the words fall out of his mouth instantly—in a speech worded so beautifully that you don’t even let him finish before you kiss to shut him up.

FALLING DEEPER; in love

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚BRUCE WAYNE is everything you’ve ever dreamed of in a boyfriend

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚he was attentive, caring and did his best to make time for you two despite his busy schedule

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚100% the boyfriend who plans every date and insures you never have to worry about a single thing in preparation. he spares no expense in buying you an outfit for the occasion, picking you up in his nicest vehicle, and of course handling the hefty bill for whatever excursion you find yourself on

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚he tries his best to keep your relationship out of the spotlight, but definitely doesn’t attempt to hide you. however, it doesn’t require a flashy introduction as a couple for it to become known. people talk and every member of your high society inner circle had been waiting for you two to finally figure out the obvious feelings you shared

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚he’s definitely the kind of boyfriend that sends you frequent texts asking “have you ate today?” or “have you drank water today? i told you living off of coffee and energy drinks isn’t sustainable.” of course your response each time he asks is unsatisfactory so you become used to receiving deliveries of your favorite takeout to your office on busy days, a new stanley tumbler in your favorite color to encourage a higher water intake, and a fridge full of meal prep courtesy of alfred

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚i see bruce getting along perfectly in a yapper x listener bf dynamic. you love to fill him in on the whirlwind of drama that unfolds in your office and he loves nothing more than listening to your sweet voice while he works. you can’t count the amount of times you’ve been sat in his lap, going on and on about something your coworker told you, while bruce finished up paperwork at his desk. drumming his finger against your hip as he did so. you’d get bashful all of sudden, stopping to ask him if he was still listening (you never wanted to annoy him), to which he’d respond with a soft hum or “of course darling”

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚being bruce’s partner meant breaking down more of that tough exterior and seeing the side of him he felt was better kept hidden. you had already broken through as his close friend, but it becomes more apparent in your relationship. trust is something that bruce values highly in his romantic relationships. and with everything you do, even in the mundane things, bruce realizes that you’re beyond deserving of his trust and willing to be his confidant

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚because of this, it’s during this early chapter of your romance that bruce reveals his double life to you. much to his appreciation, you don’t make a fuss about it and instead confess how much it means to you that he felt comfortable sharing something of that nature with him. this of course results in a long makeout session

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚on the topic of trust and kisses, i feel that you guys wouldn’t have sex until you’re a few months into your relationship. bruce views sex with you as the ultimate display of intimacy and affection. he doesn’t want to fuck you, he wants to make love to you. his touch isn’t fast or rough, but rather slow and intentional. he wants his love for you to show through everything that he does.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚bruce is also a protective boyfriend. not in a toxic or controlling way, but in a “i just want you to be safe” way. you guys share locations, you never forget to update him whenever you go out alone or when you make it home on late nights, and he also is sure to set up your home with the best security system the city offers. he isn’t smothering you, but he couldn’t imagine you getting hurt in his absence. you don’t mind it, you can tell it’s his way of showing how much he cares

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚In all, bruce wayne is a beautiful boyfriend towards you that’s wants nothing more than what’s best for you!

A PROMISE OF FOREVER; an undeniable love

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚BRUCE WAYNE had never been more nervous in his life. and that wasn’t an exaggeration or overstatement. in fact, it may very well be an understatement

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚the usual calm and relaxed expression that graced his face whenever he was in your presence was gone. instead, it was replaced with furrowed brows and a nervous heat that rose up the back of his neck and dusted his face with a light blush. he swears he even felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚he followed close behind you, his pinky finger interlinked with yours as though he was making a promise, as you led him across a beach in santorini. it was a sight to behold. your hair was blown about by the evening breeze, the hem of your dress dragging across the white sand, and your voice echoing slightly due to the emptiness of the beach (thanks to bruce pulling a few strings). you were blissfully unaware of what was about to unfold

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚suddenly, bruce stopped in his tracks. you followed suit and turned to face him with a playfully quizzical look. “what are you up to, hun?” you asked. without a word, bruce dropped to his left knee and took your hand in his.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ “For the past few years, I’ve had the honor of experiencing something I never thought life had in store for me. I’ve learned what it feels like to be truly loved, cared for, and appreciated—even during the hardest moments, when I didn’t feel worthy of it,” he pauses to take in your awestruck smile, “You’ve been my safe place, my rock, for as long as I’ve been blessed to know you. I honestly can’t imagine a world where you’re not by my side, keeping me grounded, strong, and hopeful. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you, and being loved by you.” he finishes his speech with a hopeful laugh as he reaches into his pocket to pull out your ring. “so, will you marry me?”

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚you shouted yes so loud that you’re sure the entire ocean could hear you.

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH; forever in love

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚BRUCE WAYNE as your husband exceeds any and all expectations

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚shortly after your engagement you moved into his lavish manor and he wasted no time making it as welcoming as possible. ordering the skin care/hygiene items he knew you loved in bulk so that your shared bathroom was always stocked, giving you your own walk-in closet to accommodate your spending habits, and allowing you to decorate as you pleased

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚you two fell into the domestic life fairly smoothly

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚it felt as though it was second nature for you two to have your lives so closely intertwined.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚he’s definitely the type of husband that shows his loves through acts of service. you don’t even have to say anything before you notice the once empty bottle of your favorite perfume is replaced, or when you realize that the bookshelf in your shared bedroom is suddenly filled with the rest of a series you’d been meaning to finish. you bring it up to him and he’ll downplay it, shrugging and simply telling you that all that matters to him is that you’re happy.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚it became routine for you to wake up to light kisses across your jawline before he left the warmth of your bed in the early hours of the morning, hug & kiss him goodbye before you leave to run errands around lunchtime, and share a late night dinner by candlelight when he was finally relieved from his duties

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚it may not be perfect for everyone, but it worked for you two and bruce loved how perfectly things flowed with you

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚i imagine bruce to be a D1 pillow talker, especially in you guys’ honeymoon stage

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚he’s looking at you with the softest expression ever as he admires your features in the moonlight shifting through the windows. you reach your hand up to caress his cheek, rubbing your thumb back and forth against his stubble. he rests his hand on top of yours before whispering, “i’m so damn glad you spilled that drink”

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