#even if he thinks/claims he's right about something he secretly wants you to try and prove him wrong

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

EDDIE MUNSON HCs P.1- sfw

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just some headcannons i have for our boy <3 (I'll make a nsfw version tmr)

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Eddie hates being alone, he was always left alone at home as a kid, His mum working her second job in late afternoons and his dad leaving to get drunk at the local dive bar. it just makes him feel neglected and brings him back to his childhood self's feelings.

I think we all know this guy has a massive snoring problem, but he also kicks you off the bed, hogs the blanket and talks yells in his sleep, sometimes even slaps you in the face when he turns around.

^ he also has terrible nightmares sometimes, waking up in sweat after his dad beat him up in his dream, almost brought to tears as he struggles to breath, during this he'll look around his room frantically and pat the bed, trying to grab or see anything comforting to him, just trying to calm down.

he bites his nails when nervous or anxious of something

he secretly sleeps with a Russ Berrie Bear named Ozzy

^ his mother had saved up money to get it for his 5th birthday, and even though its been 15 years, Eddie still holds onto it.

he'll help out the old lady that lives in the trailer behind him and wayne, usually with hanging close or look for her cat, and always turn down the money she tries to give him, but always accepts a slice of pie she has sitting on the sill

he loves caramel, he'll always have a caramel candy in his pocket or a chew in his locker

he's seen Grease over 10 times, he just won't admit it. he'll even mimic the lines.

loves bad and shit made movies, they make him laugh, specifically Attack of the killer tomatoes

at 16 years old, he claimed he wanted to be 'one with nature' and went 'camping' out in the woods by the trailer park, he came back and wayne had to hear all about how his body itches and he swears that he had fought off a racoon. never did it again

when he first started living with wayne, he believed that the mirrors were portals (cause he didn't have mirrors) and tried to run though the mirror in his new room, obviously it broke and he has a scar on his arm.

loves peanut butter- if he feels like a snack, he'll grab a spoon and just go to town.

if you were to ask Eddie what his favourite non metal song is, he'd laugh and say 'yeah right, as if', but if you were to ask him on a deeper level, he would say 'purple rain' by prince or 'Born Under A Bad Sign' by Albert King

^his mum loved blues music and one of the only memories he has of her is her dancing to Born under a bad sign in their livingroom and Eddie watched.

^ at the age of 16, Wayne had given Eddie a mixtape of his mothers, he plays all of the music when he misses her.

Hates pickles

Last time he wet the bed was at 8 years old. His dad made him watch the exorcist and the poor boy cried himself to sleep and woke up covered in pee, his nightmares have always been bad

he's good with a gun and shooting because his dad used to force him into hunting with him, which only ended up traumatising him.

hates coffee, he thinks this is too bitter

^he likes tea though, not his favourite drink but it's better than coffee.

[umemiyan]

i feel like satoru's the type to require regular intellectual stimulation from you or else he's gonna get bored. he needs enrichment in his enclosure (his brain) or else he's gonna start knocking stuff over on purpose

[dior-luxury]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐲 𝐓𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦

( ✧ ) ────── 𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 . 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 - 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 .

- [𝐜𝐡.] TOP6 . rin itoshi . karasu tabito . otoya eita . yukimiya kenyu . nagi seishiro . shidou ryusei - [𝐩:𝐬] takes place when they're still in highschool . subtle jealousy as always~

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: More TOP6 content because I love them!! I'm always working on requests so if you want to drop any requests feel free!! They should be out this week if not next week. <3

Rin Itoshi

Let's you do all the talking. Rin would stand back and let you do all the talking. Standing there in silence as he makes never-breaking eye contact with you. His strategy is less compared to the others, but works in his favor. The goal is to get you to come up to him and start conversations voluntarily.

He uses this as an advantage to be mysterious, leaving you to want more out of him. Like coming up to him to praise him about matches, volunteering to go with him to watch horror movies, and even playing soccer with him (he lets you win sometimes).

Rin is also the type of person who smiles after you two talk, which is unnerving for his teammates. Who has never seen Rin so happy, ever? Compared to his attitude towards other people it's almost like he flips his mood around you. And whenever you guys are in groups, he's the one always looking at you, it doesn't matter if you're talking or not.

He also does small things like voluntarily holding your bags or jacket, giving you a towel when you're sweaty, and always asking how you're doing.

"I'm just being nice to you. You should grateful."

Shidou Ryusei

Once he has a person he likes, he's not afraid to go up to them. Doesn't matter the setting, he'd somehow find a way and how to talk to you. Shidou would always find something to talk to you about, often leading in long conversations with you.

He would plan to get you to fall for him first. To make that happen, he would often flex to you about his achievements in soccer, and also stories of his matches. Which focuses him on being the best and having the most goals compared to his teammates.

Shidou would also try to find as much stuff you like as possible, using it to his advantage to learn about those subjects. Whether it's a movie you like or an anime- he would watch it so he could bond with you more.

If you also play soccer he would ask you if it's possible for the two of you to play together sometime. Wanting to see if you could have a chemical reaction with him.

Shidou would also pull you with him to go out on the weekends with him. He claims them as just 'hanging out'. Taking you to different clothing stores and getting boba together.

"Y/N-chan~ You promised to hang out more with me, right? We go so well together, and not just about football~"

Karasu Tabito

Plays the "soulmate" game. As soon as he notices he has a crush on you he'll try to think of a scenario as quickly as possible. Like you accidentally bumping into him, or him catching you when you fall. However this is a very hard plan, and actions like these don't come naturally. But he doesn't mind that since he likes a challenge.

Speaking of challenges, Karasu will find a way to make the scenario happen. Even if he has to be the one to cause you to fall in his arms. On the outside he often acts like it's nothing, meanwhile on the inside he is smirking at his plan coming into action.

This gentleman, can and will 'woo' you with his charms. He'd do stuff like holding the door open for you, pulling out a chair for you before you sit down, and guarding your belongings 24/7.

During PE Karasu would explain to you personally how any sport works and help you get better so you can find joy in playing. Secretly using this time to get closer to you and help form a bond.

Though he may like you, that doesn't stop from him making jokes and teasing you about anything embarrassing.

"Keep blabbin' and a ball is going to hit you in the head, stupid. Not like I wouldn't stop it from doing that though."

Otoya Eita

He'd try and effort towards you. Otoya already does not have a good reputation when it comes to dating. Often only likes women for the chase and never really enjoys a relationship once he gets with someone. It's reasonable if you're very skeptical about him and his motives.

Otoya doesn't realize how much of a bad commitment he has until you point it out to him. But even when you tell him, he'll shrug and tell you that you're being dramatic. But once he notices how sweaty his hands get, and how nervous he is- he then realizes that it's time to take things seriously.

He plans to show you how much determination he has for an actual relationship and prove to you that he can be loyal. Which doesn't work that well for him.

Otoya would come up to you after class in the halls to talk to you, as he walks with you to your next class. He would also use this time to carry anything you're holding- trying to come across as a gentleman.

If all doesn't work Otoya would have no choice but to confess to you in person.

"I swear I'm being genuine. You can fact-check me all you want."

Yukimiya Kenyu

Yukimiya's plan would be very slow and almost romantic. On the day that he notices he likes you, whether you guys are friends or not- he would start a small conversation with you. Specifically asking you questions about stuff you like.

He'd also talk to you about hanging out on the weekends or studying for a test with him at a library. Giving you a genuine smile the entire time you two are together.

During the classes you two have together he would secretly ask the teacher if he could sit by you. Saying to the teacher that he noticed that you needed more help with assignments, and wanted to help.

Yukimiya will show you through actions how much he cares about you. Make sure you know that he has only the best interest for you. Like getting a present for you on your birthday, also keeping an eye on you during p.e so you don't get hit with a ball.

Similar to Karasu he'd also be very gentlemen-like. Also holding an umbrella over you when it rains, making sure not to walk too fast when you're in heels or platforms, and always catching you if you trip or fall.

"I promise to always help you when you're in need... sounds cliche doesn't it?"

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi would somehow get Reo involved with his plan, whether that'd be Reo helping Nagi to talk to you or having Reo find out what stuff you like for him. But in general, Nagi would take the "laid back" approach to this.

He'd find it hard at first to go up and talk to you. Claiming that he's nervous and it's a hassle for him. But with Reo's encouragement, he'd successfully have small talk with you. Asking how your classes are going.

You'd have to be the one to talk to him eventually because Nagi is too lazy to get up and be the one to talk to you. After school, Nagi would ask if you could join Reo and him to walk home. Using this time to learn more about you and to grow closer.

Nagi would also invite you over to his house to play video games with him on the weekends. And would also be down to watch soccer and talk about it with you.

Eventually, at the end of the year, Nagi would come clean about his feelings. He'd have Reo tell you that he wants to talk to you alone in the hall. The exact spot where you guys first met.

"I may have used Reo for all the talking... But I like you, not Reo. Sorry If I may have disappointed you."

[ddaddunugu]

smau ✨ how seventeen members react when you stole their hoodies.

🌷 includes: established relationship, hoshi's tiger ob$e$$ion,

🌷 note: headcanons under the panels. ✨ Missing jeonghan a little bit more today. So, there are extra jeonghan panels after the headcanons.

scoups would probably act nonchalant about it but is actually giddy inside. He likes the thought of you wearing his stuff. He'll probably be excited to see the other member's reaction when they see you wearing his hoodie so he'll go big and wear something to match with you. this big bear. 😌

Jeonghan teases you relentlessly about it, pretending to be upset. “You must really miss me to take my hoodie. Should I start charging rent for it?” But when he hears you say it makes you feel closer to him, he secretly melts and lets you keep it without hesitation.

Joshua will be super chill about it and even tells you to keep it. But when he realizes it’s his favorite hoodie, he jokingly pouts: “You couldn’t take the other one? That’s my lucky one!” Still, he doesn’t mind at all and tells you he’ll wear yours if he starts to miss you too.

If it’s his tiger-themed hoodie, hoshi puts his foot down. “Not my tiger hoodie! Anything but that!” But if it’s just a plain one, he gives in immediately, claiming, “At least my hoodie gets to go on adventures with you.” He’ll probably ask for a selfie of you wearing it just to tease you.

Jun pretends to chase you down to get his hoodie back but stops when he sees how cozy you look in it. “Fine, you can keep it." He'll pout and tell you to take him too, just to tease you. He secretly thinks you look better in it anyway and purposely leaves more hoodies lying around.

woozi will probably give you a pointed look and say, “Don’t stretch it out, okay?” But deep down, he’s flattered that you chose his hoodie. He acts like it’s a big deal but secretly feels proud that you think of him when you want comfort.

dk is dramatically shocked when he sees you wearing it: “That’s my favorite hoodie! You’re lucky I like you.” But he’ll insist on taking a picture of you wearing it because he thinks you look adorable. He’ll end up smiling every time he sees the picture later.

wonwoo notices right away but doesn’t say much, except for a small smirk and a quiet, “I was wondering where that went.” He loves how natural you look in it and secretly hopes you never give it back. He even considers leaving another one for you to “steal.”

Mingyu will jokingly complain about it. “First, you steal my food. Now my hoodie? What’s next, my bed?” But when you tell him how comfy it is, he grins and lets it slide. “Just don’t get crumbs on it, okay?” He’ll still act dramatic about it but secretly loves it.

the8 will probably pretend to be annoyed, saying, “You could’ve just asked, you know.” But when he sees how happy you look, he smirks and says, “Fine, keep it. But now you owe me a coffee date to make up for it.” He’ll probably use this as an excuse to spend more time with you.

seungkwan acts dramatically betrayed. “Not my hoodie! How could you?” But he’s only joking and ends up letting you keep it. He’ll tease you about it for weeks, but every time he sees you wearing it, he smiles because he knows it makes you think of him. Will probably ask for snacks as "payment" just to see how much you wanted his hoodie.

vernon is chill about it but makes a sarcastic comment like, “Couldn’t find your own clothes, huh?” When you try to give it back, he refuses and says, “Nah, you can keep it. Just don’t lose it, or I’ll have to take one of yours.” He’s secretly touched that you wanted his hoodie.

dino will probably act like you’ve committed the ultimate crime. “You stole my hoodie! Do you know how long it took me to pick that one out?” But he quickly gives in when he sees you smiling and says, “Fine, you’re my favorite thief anyway.” He secretly hopes you wear it often. He'll also probably tell you not to steal his positive mindset like the other members do.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・

imy yoon jeonghan. 🥺🌷

[starryeyedjanai]

Steve and Eddie meet through their local buy-nothing-sell-nothing group when Steve’s getting ready to move in with Robin and he realizes he can't keep everything he owns while trying to merge households with her.

The first time they meet, Steve hadn't even been meaning to actually meet the person picking up the free toaster oven he’s giving away.

He’s setting his toaster oven outside his house on the porch when Eddie hops out of his van to pick it up and it would be rude to duck back inside without saying anything since he obviously sees him coming up, so they make small talk for a minute and Steve has to keep his eyeballs in check because they keep wanting to rake all the way down this guy’s body.

He’s covered in tattoos and so extremely Steve's type, but he knows better than to hit on someone who lives in his neighborhood and is not here for that reason.

He laments to Robin about it the next day, about the hot guy who’s probably using Steve's toaster oven as they speak, who he’ll probably never see again.

Robin rolls her eyes fondly at him and tells him that maybe if he puts more stuff up for grabs on the facebook group, he might see him again, but Steve suspects she just wants him to get rid of more of his stuff so it doesn't overcrowd their new apartment.

The set of items he puts up in the group next is an old blender and a butcher block that has three of the knives missing—seriously where did those knives go? He has yet to find them.

He tries to pretend he isn't secretly hoping Eddie will comment under his post that he wants the items, but he isn't fooling himself when his heart literally skips a beat when the first comment is from Eddie. He messages him and tells him to stop by later that day.

When Eddie shows up, they talk for longer than last time, Eddie asking why Steve needs to get rid of so much stuff and Steve asking why Eddie needs all this stuff—especially considering Steve snooped through the group and saw that Eddie joined over a year ago and hadn't once commented before now (he doesn't mention that thought, but he is thinking it real hard).

Eddie laughs and says he was in the market for a toaster oven when Steve posted one and wouldn't you know it? He also needs a blender—the knife set is just a bonus, he says.

Steve tries not to read too much into it, but his brain is spinning the interaction around in his head for the next week.

He puts up a space heater in the group and within minutes, Eddie has claimed it.

“I should just get your number and text you directly when I find something I want to get rid of next time,” Steve says flippantly when Eddie comes by to grab it that night. “Instead of clogging up the facebook group.”

Eddie smirks at him and steps a little closer. He says, “Maybe you should.”

His neighbor’s car alarm decides to go off right at that moment, ruining the flirty atmosphere with its incessant shrill. They can barely hear each other over the drone of it, so Eddie leaves without giving Steve his number and Steve is left feeling like he keeps having these missed connection moments with Eddie.

In a fit of desperation to see Eddie again, Steve puts up a bunch of random stuff in the group the next day—a shoe rack that’s missing a piece, a step stool, a cheap side table he got from Ikea—and Eddie is still the first person to comment like he’s been refreshing the page, just waiting for Steve to post.

“I left without giving you my number last time and I didn't want to be creepy and message you unprompted,” Eddie says as they load the side table into his van. “I think I was overthinking things and then got kind of spooked.”

“It doesn't look like anything could spook you,” Steve says.

When they get the side table inside the back of the van, Eddie turns to him and admits, “A very pretty boy could.”

Steve can feel his face getting hot. “You think I’m pretty?” he asks.

Eddie nods. “Why do you think I keep coming here? There's no way a person who’s lived here for as long as I have would need all this stuff.”

“Did you need any of it?” Steve asks in a teasing voice. “Or were you just so blown away by how cute my profile picture is that you just had to meet me?”

“Oh, I needed the toaster oven, but everything after that was just to see you again,” Eddie says before biting his lip.

There’s an entire swarm of butterflies in his stomach when Eddie's hand brushes his, when Steve takes Eddie's hand in his and leads him inside his box-filled house.

Later, when they’re making out on Steve's couch—when Steve really should still be packing since he has to move in less than a week—he pulls back to ask, “Wait, so are you gonna put the rest of the stuff you don't need back up for grabs in the group? I feel like that would start so much neighborhood gossip.”

Eddie grins wide and Steve wants to kiss him again, wants to feel his smile against his mouth.

“Oh, we’ll be the talk of the town, baby,” Eddie says, pulling him back in.

[hs-is-loml]

Ever Letting Go. (cl16)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Summary: while the f1 couples are slowly breaking up, fans are stressed and try to protect the last ferrari wag standing.

Type: Social Media AU! face claim is Angela Giakas

Warnings: like 4 grammar mistakes in the twitter threads

a/n: this was extremely fun to make

all translations of french come from google! english translations are in parentheses!!

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yourusername here's two pics from my little vacation 🥰

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welovey/n are you guys seeing all the tweets about charles and y/n?!

→ thatonebakucorner people are so funny 😭

→ pleasemarrymey/n the lightning mcqueen ones took me out

selenagomez always a beauty! 🤍

danielricciardo did you get me the wine i asked for?

→ landonorris not fair you were allowed to ask for something?!

→ yourusername yes, i got it, danny. and lando, quit whining you know i got you something too

childofdivorce is charles not with her??

→ ihavetrustissues he better be.

→ y/nismother istg those rumors better not be true

→ protectthewags if he's not, he's crying in a corner somewhere

whatacrossover not harry liking y/n's post knowing she's got a bf

→ y/nisaneed he's ready for when that crybaby messes up

→ gayforf1wags no, i think it was my turn next...

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charles_leclerc guys, who do you think took the damn pictures of y/n anyways? besides that as if i would ever let y/n go. mon amour, c'est toi et moi pour toujours. (my love, it's you and me forever)

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landonorris did you see the lechair tweet?😭

→ charles_leclerc oh, fuck off

→ carlossainz55 the lightning mcqueen ones were even better

→ charles_leclerc not you too, mate...

welovey/n charles fr said "my woman" when saw the tweets about harry stealing his girl

→ oneaddiction we know harry could if he wanted to tho...

→ charlesandy/nforever as if y/n isn't as down bad for charles as he is for her

yourusername i'll love you always, mon chéri❤️ (my darling)

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scuderiaferrari our favourite couple!

pierregasly don't let charles fool you, he was starting to sweat when the harry styles liked y/n's post...

→ charles_leclerc i know where you are right now, and i'll come after you.

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yourusername thank you to everyone who was so worried about us on twitter and our insta comments. you guys are so incredibly funny, and you bet i showed that lechair guy all memes about him (he secretly loved it). charles and i are doing absolutely amazing! also here's some more pictures from our vacation together, he truly makes me the happiest, and i will forever be grateful for him❤️

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yourusername p.s i got him the new watch from my story just for vacation lol... richard mille please do not come after my bf

landonorris ew couples🤢

danielriccarido you should've let them freak out more tbh

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y/n'ssecretlover the fact you guys were completely okay while the hashtag "savey/nandcharles" was trending on twitter 😭

carlossainz55 charles is still staring at your pictures, so give him a second to comment...

→ f1wags not carlos exposing charles, give the man a break

→ charlesstolenwatch fr stressing him out more than xavi during a race

charles_leclerc mon amour, thank you for always sticking with me ❤️

→ yourusername 💋💋

zendaya girl, i know how twitter gets, and they're insane

→ yourusername they make up the craziest things!

gayfory/n my praying worked.

[judesprincess]

NSFW ALPHABET – Jude Bellingham

note: hii babes, how are you? look, this is my first time posting something like this and English is not my first language so i ask you to be kind and ignore any mistake pls

ps: let me know if you like this, kisses 💋

a = aftercare (how they are after sex)

he would definitely be extremely careful and gentle after sex. constantly asking if he hurt you and checking your body; he knows how rough he can be (especially when he is frustrated), so he is quick to take care of you right after you are done having sex. he cleans you up while kissing you tenderly and repeating how good you felt; he always asks if you have cramps from penetration and if you do, he makes a nice warm compress to put on you. he holds you protectively and cuddles you until you fall asleep.

b = body part (his and his partner's favorite part)

he loves every part of your body, but besides that, I feel like he's the kind of man who likes curves, so I feel like he's obsessed with your ass, like he can't stop slapping and squeezing it... he also loves kissing and biting it and the sight of it all red from his slaps drives him crazy... I bet he would love your hips, he just loves holding them while he pounds you from behind

you see, when we talk about his favorite part of him i think that this man is definitely very proud of what he carries between his legs (those celebrations and demonstrations don't tell me otherwise), he just loves how impressed you are every time you see him naked (no matter how many times you've seen him like that) and how much you fight to take him every time... i bet he also loves his biceps, especially when he catches you staring at them shamelessly

c = cum (anything to do with cum)

he definitely loves cumming inside you. for him, there is nothing better than finishing inside you and seeing his cum dripping out;  he'd never admit it out loud, but you both knew it was primal, he just loved the idea of ​​claiming you like that and he loved even more the way you trusted him to let him do something so intimate

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he secretly wants to try anal sex with you, but he'll never ask you out loud because he doesn't want to pressure you into doing something just to please him

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

let's be honest, that man is a hoe, he's definitely experienced (especially for his age), but i think he had to hold back in the beginning of the relationship to keep up with you, since you weren't experienced (let's ignore the fact that i'm basing this on my lack of experience) and he didn't want to scare you or overwhelm you with the dirty things he wanted to do to you

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

to me there are two sides to him, one dirty and naughty and the other gentle and caring; so I think there will be nights when he will put you on all fours and fuck you until you beg for mercy and other nights when he will go in the classic mommy and daddy style and make love to you softly and lovingly while whispering in your ear how beautiful and special you are to him.

g = goofy (are they more serious now? are they funny? etc.)

i think he could be the kind of guy who always wants to make you comfortable and easy, so I think he would make a joke or give you a reassuring smile when he sees you are nervous or tense.

however, of course, there are days when he is not in a good mood and maybe he will be more serious and focused.

h = hair (how well-groomed is it? does the carpet match the curtains?)

honestly, he is very clean and hygienic, but I don't think he shaves;  at most, I think he trims it a little (but he's definitely well taken care of)

i = intimacy (how are they at the moment? the romantic aspect)

like I said, for me he has two sides, so it will depend a lot on the occasion and his mood. there will be days when he'll be more naughty and maybe even verbally degrade you, but there will also be days when he'll be soft and nothing but compliments and sweet words will come out of his mouth

i think he likes to set the mood beforehand, even if it's something simple and, even if you say it's old-fashioned, you secretly love how thoughtful he is about it

j =  jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he definitely does this, always thinking about you and your body;  You are far from each other and have no time for FaceTime and Jude can't stop thinking about the nights of sex he had with you and before he can even think, his hand goes up and down his cock firmly, even though he knows that his hand doesn't even compare to anything you were capable of doing to him. Of course, when you are together, he doesn't even consider touching himself, always wanting you instead.

k = kink (one or more of your kinks)

• size kink: jude definitely has a size kink, he loves how different you are physically (in every way), how short and small you are compared to him; countless times you've caught him comparing the size of your hands and smirking at how small your hand is compared to his. let me tell you, that man definitely loves how different you are down there too, he absolutely loves how tight the fit is whenever he enters you

• praisy kink: that man loves to compliment and be complimented; he just loves saying nice things to you and letting you know how great you're doing. he also loves when you compliment him, when you let him know how good he makes you feel or how big he feels or even how gorgeous he is, it drives him crazy

• innocence kink: i might be crazy, but i think he would love the fact that you have no experience or little;  he would simply love the fact that he was your first and had to teach you everything, the idea of ​​molding you to his will would make him dizzy

l = location (favorite places to do the activity)

I think he is a reserved guy and, although he may allow himself to tease you in public sometimes, he always wants to keep his intimate moments away from anyone; the bedroom or any place in his house or yours (as long as they are alone) is perfect for him

m = motivation (what turns them on, keeps them going)

slightly anything; but something about feeling that you need him moves him in an unmatched way and makes him crazy with desire

n = no (something they wouldn't do, turns them off)

definitely nothing that would hurt you; also, i think he would definitely say a big no to sharing you with someone (no matter who it is)

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

that man seems like a spectacular pussy eater and he would definitely make you fall apart with those gorgeous lips

but he definitely loves a good blowjob, he just can't get over the image of your lips wrapped around his cock, he definitely loves to fuck your mouth

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

it all depends on his mood.  if it’s been a bad day or he’s really horny, he’ll definitely fuck you hard and rough (but always making sure the penetration isn’t hurting you), but on those days when things have gone well, he’ll go in slowly and gently, setting a pace

but I feel like no matter what the pace, he’ll always want to go deep, deep inside you so you can feel him completely

q = quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

while he loves taking all the time in the world with you, he also loves quickies—anything to feel you around him—and will take you anywhere in the house

r = risk (are they willing to experiment? are they risk-takers? etc.)

he absolutely hates the idea of ​​someone catching you in such an intimate moment;  it would be the death of him to know that someone saw you as vulnerable and exposed as that must be for his eyes only

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

let's be real, have you ever seen the way that man runs for 90 minutes on the field?? you consider yourself a warrior for trying to keep up with his stamina; no matter how intense it was, there he is, dying to have more of you

t = toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on a partner or on themselves?)

i don't think he'd be too interested in that, although he wouldn't bug you for having some (although he would secretly be a little jealous); however, if you begged him, i think he might allow himself to use something like a cock ring

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

that man is a tease for sure, he would definitely tease you by blushing around him or being extremely wet and needy for him or even while you were struggling to get him

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he's definitely not the kind of guy who's going to be like a dead man while fucking; he'll definitely moan and grunt while mumbling dirty things to you

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

jude definitely has a "hero syndrome". he loves being your hero, no matter how silly it is; if you can't open a can or something, he's there to fix it quickly. it can be the most trivial thing, he'll want to fix it for you. he just loves the fact that you depend on him in some way – even though he knows it's lame, he can't help but feel that way – he always wants to be the guy who puts a smile on your face and who makes you feel safe and protected

x = x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

i think we have more than enough content to say that he's huge (and he's definitely thick too);  you are absolutely struggling to take it all in

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he is literally never satisfied. he always wants more and more of you and you just love how desired he makes you feel

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he will only fall asleep after you, only after he is sure you are completely comfortable and satisfied.

well, i really hope you enjoyed it and feel free to interact with me anonymously (or not), kisses 💋

[deprivedreality]

𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝘿𝙔𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏?!

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Content contains: pro-hero bakugo being a career man. mentions of katsuki having an s/o! I hope these ideas capture his fiery, no-nonsense personality while also showing how much he’s grown into a reliable and inspiring hero.

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who when every time someone mispronounces his hero name, he snaps and shouts “It’s DY-NA-MIGHT, not ‘Dynamo’ or whatever crap you just said! Learn how to read, damn it!”

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who has a rigorous training schedule. Yes, cooking breakfast and cuddle time with his s/o is part of that schedule nevertheless. Even as a pro, Bakugo starts his day with a 5:00 a.m. workout. His mornings include explosive quirk drills, which terrify his neighbors, but he refuses to apologize because, “Heroes don’t take days off, morons.” He does try to keep it down a notch when he heard through his neighbors' kid that they were thinking about moving houses.

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who insists on being on the frontlines for every mission, no matter the scale. He’s the first to charge in during a disaster and won’t leave until every civilian is accounted for. “If I’m not giving 100%, why the hell am I here?” And you better know that everyone appreciated him for his selfless actions.

Prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who is efficient to a fault. His rescue operations are insanely effective but intimidating. He’ll shout at panicked civilians to “Move your asses, idiot!” but then carry them out of danger with precision and speed. Later, when they thank him, he awkwardly mutters, “Yeah, whatever. That's what I'm here for anyway. Just don’t get stuck again.”

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who has a signature explosion mark. After saving the day, he always leaves behind a controlled, smoky explosion shaped like his logo—an orange starburst with jagged edges. Kids love it and call it his “hero stamp.” He just did it one time because y/n liked the idea of him having something like a bat-signal, it became like a routine for him.

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who's surprisingly good with kids. He didn’t expect it either, but kids adore him. When they swarm him for autographs, he grumbles, “You better not smudge this!” but secretly loves the attention. He even kneels down to their level so they can high-five him. It did took him time to warm up to them after some thought, he wanted to be like how All Might was when he was a kid.

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who is strict with his sidekicks. Bakugo’s sidekicks are the most well-trained in the industry because he pushes them relentlessly. He shouts, “If you can’t handle this, you’re wasting my damn time!” but always ensures they’re prepared for real missions.

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who still has an unspoken rivalry with Deku, and everyone in general, but now it’s about who saves more people. Bakugo keeps a tally and texts deku, “Took down 8 villains today. What’s your number, nerd?”

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who personally oversees every modification to his hero costume, from grenade gauntlets to lightweight boots. If the support team messes up, he’ll fix it himself, muttering, “If you can't do it right, I'll do it myself.” This causes his support team to work twice harder next time.

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who has workaholic tendencies. He rarely takes time off, claiming, “Villains don’t go on vacation, so why should I?” His s/o and his entire agency forces him to relax. Needless to say, his s/o alone can convince him. Even then, he’s still scanning news reports for emergencies.

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who is an emergency quirk strategist. Bakugo has a knack for coming up with split-second strategies in the middle of chaos. He’ll bark orders to other heroes, and while they’re annoyed at his tone, they follow him because he’s always right. Other heroes learned it the hard way one time when they didn't follow his 'suggestion' and ended up making the situation worse.

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who gets tons of fan letters and gets flustered reading them. One of his fellow heroes suggested for him to buy a shredder, but you know damn well he flipped them off. He gets tons of fan mail, but he has no idea how to respond. He also did not know what to do with them until his s/o opted to help him with this problem. Sometimes he’ll scribble a quick “Thanks” with a little explosion doodle and hope it’s enough, his s/o would be the one to arrange and mail them.

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who is devoted to his parents. Bakugo visits his parents regularly, bringing them little gifts like flowers for his mom (which she teases him about) and bunch of snacks and clothing pieces for his dad. He even helps fix things around their house during his rare free time. He makes sure his sidekicks and secretary knows when to remind him to call them during breaks.

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who has is looked up to by other pros for his emergency evacuation drills. When Bakugo’s agency holds safety drills, his team wins every time. He calls it “real hero training” and will go all-out to make sure everyone’s prepared.

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who was invited one time to attend a charity by ochako and it became something he does everytime. While he’s not a fan of public speaking, Bakugo attends charity events because he believes in helping beyond hero work. He’ll reluctantly auction off items like “Bakugo’s autographed gauntlet,” secretly donating extra money because “those kids need it more.”

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who is an incredible loyal team leader. Bakugo might be tough on his team, but he’s fiercely protective of them. He is especially protective of his interns, some of them referring to him as the older brother they never had. If a villain hurts one of his sidekicks, you better know he’ll go all-out to take them down while yelling, “You don’t touch my people!”

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who built his own agency to be one of the best heor agency headquarter there is. His agency is a sleek, well-organized base equipped with cutting-edge tech and a training ground. The office is always clean because he enforces “No slacking off!” rules, even for janitorial staff. In his hq, he made sure that there is one room dedicated for his s/o.

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who became an unintentional role model. Despite his rough personality, students and new heroes look up to Bakugo because of his dedication and success. He doesn’t know how to handle compliments and usually responds with, “Stop wasting time and go do your damn job!”

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who mastered using small, precise explosions for rescues—blasting through rubble without causing harm or creating paths for civilians. It’s become his trademark move, and no one does it better.

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who's explosive personality makes him a media favorite, but he hates interviews. When forced to participate, he answers in blunt one-liners like, “Villains suck, so don’t do crime.” Although he did receive criticism at the start of hero career because of his brash attitude, but that's all.

prohero!Katsuki Bakugo who knows how to separate his personal life from his career so well that some fans were surprised when he revealed in an interview that he was already married. He proudly showed off his wedding band, telling his interviewer that he was a happy married man.

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[flowerwiththemachinegun]

I love to love all over these guys and I can’t get it out my head. they deserve to be babied and coddled. S/o sitting on their laps headcanons for AGSZC. Yes, I’m sneaking Hojo in here again.

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Cloud

That man was shaking like a chihuahua the first time you plopped on his lap, anxiety went straight through the roof. Questions what you’re doing on him while turning a deep scarlet. He’s a sweating, stuttering mess, immediately overwhelmed

Gonna have to show him where to put his hands (physically) the first 20 times before he instinctively wraps his arms around you whenever you claim him as your seat. Over time he’ll start grabbing you by the waist, gently tugging you down to sit on his lap. Never quite vocalizing what he wants but by now there’s an unspoken language

Loves when you sit across his lap, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Cloud’s eyes fluttering shut as he buries his face into your neck, taking a deep breath, relaxing against you. He’ll hold you there for an indefinite amount of time, not quite ready for your warmth to leave him.

Will definitely fall asleep holding you, acts like he didn’t and childishly denies falling asleep once you notice. “Cloud, you were snoring.” Yea okay that doesn’t mean call the man out on it, he’s embarrassed about everything alright. Don’t tease him too much, he may go into hiding.

His favorite thing, which once again he’s not admitting to, is when you sit on his lap and pepper his face in kisses. Pretends to fight it, giving a displeased groan and half assed attempts to pull his face away from you. Secretly tries to get your lips to connect by coincidently turning his head the same time your lips should’ve met his cheek.

Zack

Prepared to be tickled and squeezed to death. Immediately reacts with glee and pulls you impossibly closer, “Well hello there babe~” you’re the one flustered and you came over here to tease him, why does he always pull the old uno reverse.

If he has to get up to do something he’s carrying you with him, placing you right back in his lap and continuing his assault of cuddles. He’s even attempted carrying you to the bathroom with him since he’s been “Holding it for so long cause he doesn’t wanna let you go”

Will scoop you up and put you in his lap at any given moment but loves it more when you seek out his attention. It just makes him feel so special when you come home from a long day and the first thing you do is drop yourself in his lap. Starts covering you in smooches proceeding to ask how your day has been.

Prefers when you straddle his lap more so he can bury his face directly in your chest, melts into the kisses you lay on the top of his head. Turns into an actual puddle when you tangle your hands in his hair, massaging and occasionally scratching his scalp. (He’s a puppy he loves his scratches)

Will fall asleep like this, definitely will be drooling on you. He’s lucky he’s Zack and everything he does is cute. If you fall asleep in his lap he’ll carry you to bed, tucking you in and crawling beside you, pulling you into more cuddles.

Clingiest one out of the bunch, will get pouty if you deny rights to the throne his lap. You can’t leave him without affection for too long he might stop breathing. Thinks something is wrong when you come home and you don’t plop into his lap as a greeting. If there’s nothing going on with you he puts on his best puppy face “is there something wrong with me then?” Give him what he wants, he doesn’t want much.

Hojo

I know, I know. Why would anyone, right? Stockholm syndrome of course, he’s all you really know and the only person that interacts with you. So when you climbed in his lap for the first time for comfort it felt so right, until he moved from under you less than a minute later.

“I don’t have any use for whatever affections you’re trying to offer me.” Mean old man, playing hard to get and that’s fine. “I only let you out to get a bit of freedom, it would be wrong to leave you in there all of the time.” Finally, a crack in his facade. In turn you respond with a question “Why is it wrong to leave me in my pod all of the time? I don’t ever see you let the others out.” Ignores you for weeks following such a call out but can’t help letting you out eventually.

At some point you notice your attempts to sit in his lap are no longer met with an immediate reaction. He always acknowledges you, at least sparing a glance towards you. It takes baby steps but at least you can sit in his lap for up to 30 minutes now.

Never going to be outwardly affectionate but eventually he stops moving you while you sit on his lap and delves into whatever research you have no interest in no understanding of. “As long as I’m stationary I suppose you could stay for a bit.” Puts his hand on the small of your back if he feels like your balance is off.

Oh he’s wrapping his arms around you now? Not really, at least that’s what Hojo claims. He’s just trying to get a more comfortable position while he’s fiddling with his computer. Apparently it’s also easier to write if he puts one of his arms around your waist. Victory achieved, he lets you use him as a seat.

Angeal (best boy for real)

This suave guy here, definitely pulled you into his lap first during a movie night you two were having. “I just thought you were too far away.” He says, as though the two of you weren’t sitting directly next to each other. muscles arms wrapping around you snuggly.

Angeal’s respectfully touchy, hands roaming over your thighs, rubbing circles soothingly on your back, fingers trailing along your arm. Hands still only touching modest areas of your body. “Look at me.” Likes to make eye contact before kissing you, giving you a warm smile when the two of you part

Sometimes can’t help himself, whispering loving words into your ear as he holds you, opening up emotionally and telling you how much he loves and appreciates you. Other times he just talks to you about any and everything as he holds you.

His favorite form of comfort when he’s feeling troubled. Will just sit quietly with you in his arms even after venting to you about what’s on his mind. Doesn’t always talk about what’s bothering him, opting to stay silent and bury his face into your neck instead.

Lets out a sigh of relief upon making physical contact with you, also melts like butter when you play with his hair. Leaning into your touch when you massage his scalp, he’s practically purring. Especially loves it when you lightly rake your nails across his facial hair occasionally giving his chin little scratches. Makes him smile and he doesn’t even realize it til you point it out.

Sephiroth

This is the one that gets all of the babying. Wasn’t sure what to say nor do the first time you sat in his lap but after a little direction he quickly got comfortable. Very nonverbal about wanting to be coddled but he stares at you until you understand what he wants.

You kind of got him addicted to the amount of affection you show him, climbing on his lap, making him lock eyes with you and telling him just how special you think he is. All of which causes him to blush deeply, it doesn’t matter how many times you do this, he’s a tomato by the time you're done talking to him.

Of course he loves you playing in his hair while you sit on his lap, fingers running through silky strands, hand resting on the back of his neck once you’re done but still unwilling to move. Likes burying his face in your hair, enjoying your scent and holding you tightly.

Holds you against him like you might slip through his hands some days, especially after Genesis goes missing. He constantly seeks out your touch, this is when he starts pulling you into his lap himself, burying his face into your neck. Once Sephiroth called it “his favorite hiding place” he may not let you go for hours.

Is also going to tote you around your home because he isn’t ready to let you go, will read with you in his lap or take care of any work (that he’s allowed to) with you there, his hand rubbing your thigh for extra comfort. Loves when you rub his ear as he reads, found it to be a bit odd at first but you say his ears are cute so he’s inclined to let you do as you please.

When things go south with Angeal there isn’t a moment he isn’t underneath you. Sephiroth’s lap is about the only place he’ll let you sit in private, only parting with you to use the bathroom, shower or of course go to work. Definitely starts falling asleep with you on his lap. If he’s going to sleep so are you though, carrying you to bed and snuggling up to you

Genesis (yes yes, The Rizzler pt 2)

Pulled you into his lap first while teasing you, didn’t let you go for a while because “I wasn’t expecting such a simple act to feel so perfect.” Tells you how beautiful you are as he wraps his arms around you. His words can be too much sometimes, all you can do is tuck yourself into his neck and smile. Which is fine with him, he’s going to keep talking because he knows you love it.

Dunno about yall, but I think this man can sing. One hand firmly set on your thigh, making sure he holds you in place, his other hand on your chin to make sure that you’re looking at him. Sings you love songs and makes sure to make eye contact with you on the lyrics he feels you two connect to the most. It’s contagious and you can’t help but sing along with him at times.

Of course he reads Loveless to you while you sit in his lap. It makes him smile when he realizes you actually pay attention every time he reads it instead of drowning him out like others tend to. Sometimes uses it as an excuse to hold you in place a bit longer. “Let me finish the next act and I’ll let you up.” Genesis ends up reading Loveless in its entirety; it doesn't fail.

Loves you straddling his lap, hands immediately finding purchase on your waist. “Give me a kiss sweetheart.” You were the one supposed to be making him melt. true owner of the uno reverse card. Sitting on his lap like this may result in you ending up in your back.

Loves words of praise, tell him exactly how you feel as he holds you. His arms wrapping around you tighter with each word that reaches his heart. Sometimes the two of you are so love sick and just get wrapped up saying the sweetest things to each other.

“Mmm my Genny-poo~” you coo at him from time to time. One of the only ways to make him blush, maybe it’s how sickeningly sweet it is that causes a light tint to spread across his cheeks. Called him that in front of Angeal and Sephiroth once, Sephiroth now frequently calls him Genny-poo to torment him.

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Genesis especially has been rotting my brain lately, which I have no complaints about. This man is getting a whole fic from me.

[naddiesflower]

Calling him by his name and not by a term of endearment

another one in the drafts that needed to see the light of day

Characters: Todoroki Shoto and Bakugo Katsuki

Shoto

You truly didn't mean to do it

You honestly just straight up forgot one day

You would always greet each other outside of class before school started

Like clockwork, you would give each other a small hug and you would always say “hi baby” or something similar, but you would always call him baby…..except for today

“Morning Shoto,” you pull away from the hug, and he has a frown on his face that looks different from the one he usually has

“You okay?”  

He’s quick to shake it off, “Yeah, come on, we’re going to be late for class.”

You guys were actually early, but you just brush it off as him wanting to be punctual

Shoto really wants to question you

But he doesn’t

Not outwardly at least

He’s thinking, “are they mad at me?”, “Did I do something to make them mad at me??”

He would do everything possible EXCEPT ask you what was wrong

The both of you walk inside the class and Shoto goes to your seat before you do and pulls out your chair for you

You’re surprised, it’s not like he’s never nice to you (though he doesn’t look it, he’s really nice) but you are perfectly capable of doing menial tasks for yourself

So you never expected him to do that, but you appreciated it nevertheless

“Oh, thanks Sho!”

His eyebrows crease

He hums in affirmation and gives a kiss to the top of your head before walking over to his seat

That’s when you know something is wrong

He wasn’t too keen on PDA 

So for him to nonchalantly kiss you on the head in class….was kinda fishy

Shoto can’t concentrate all that well in class now

Poor dude is wracking through his brain as to why you just called him Sho

WHY SHO AND WHY NOT BABY???

And now he’s pouting for the entirety of the class

Every time you look over at him he’s like >:/

ngl it’s really cute

You don’t ask Shoto what’s wrong until lunchtime rolls around

Well

You try to

When the lunch bell rings Shoto is like a man on a mission

He beelines toward you

If you hadn’t known what his quirk you would have thought it was super speed

Iida who?

Some of your classmates look at him weird 

This is just the image I get in my head lolol

Shoto: 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️   

Classmates:🤨

But he gets to you in like .5 seconds and he holds his hand out to you

He doesn’t even say anything to you, so you assume he wants to hold your hand

You place your hand in his but he surprises you when he pulls you into a hug

Thankfully everyone had already filed out of the class or else you would have been a burning bundle of embarrassment 

“Call me baby please.”

His mouth was right next to your ear and you could feel his lips move against it 

Your knees would have surely given out had you not come to a conclusion

You hadn’t called him baby the entire day and he was now clearly perturbed about it

There was one thing you really loved about Shoto, it was pretty easy to fluster him

And you see a perfect opportunity open itself up

Grabbing his face between your hands you pull him away from your ear and smush his cheeks together

“Oh my poor baby, I'm so sorry my baaaaby.”

A blush was quickly creeping its way up his neck

Which only encourages you more

Maybe he shouldn’t have reminded you

“Ok that’s enough….”

“But I haven’t called you baby enough times.”

“I’m going to eat by myself.”

“Wait!”

Bakugo

You did call Bakugo terms of endearment like babe, sweetheart, and the one you use the most, honey 

Bakugo claimed to dislike your nicknames, but he secretly really liked them

One day you and Bakugo get into a petty argument

I totally feel like you and he would fight over the smallest shit lmao 

And you’re not hanging around his desk before class like you normally do

You’re at Ashido’s desk obviously ignoring him

Which irks him, but that’s fine, he can ignore you too

But he can’t help but eavesdrop on yalls conversation

because Ashido’s desk is very close and totally not because he wants to hear your voice because he already misses it

“Why aren't you at his desk by the way?”

“Hmm, Bakugo’s?”

Oh this catches his immediate attention

He doesn’t even bother hiding his blatant staring at you from across the room

Since the both of you started dating not once have you called him Bakugo

It’s always been your cute gushy nicknames or variations of his first name

Mina already knows what’s up and wants all the details now 

She’s huddling closer to you, almost practically on top of your desk

But you never get to spill tea because the bell is ringing

But i assure you that Bakugou is giving you a hard side eye

Cuz he still needs to focus in class (he’s still a good student!!)

Lunchtime rolls around and he very discreetly walks next to you

“Hey”

You turn to look at him and just smile at him with your stupid cute face

He’s happy you’re not outright ignoring him

But he was at least expecting a, “c’mon Tsuki, i wanna get a good table!”

He brushes his pinkie against yours hoping you’d get the hint and hold his hand but nope

You pick up your pace and he sees you wrap your hands around Ashido’s arm, the both of you now animatedly talking

He would have found it cute if you weren’t hanging off of Ashido

That should be me by justin bieber starts playing

Bakugo is now internally raging inside at the lunch table

You would normally sit next to him but you're sitting across from him in between Sero and Kirishima

Man’s is literally stabbing into his food

everyone is now staring at his dramatic ass 

buy you're the only one who ends up making a comment about it 

"the food is already dead, i don't think you need to do that Bakugo."

he stops murdering his food 

he's had enough

He stands up forms his seat, goes over to a very confused you

Very gently, takes a hold of your wrist and starts dragging you up to the school’s rooftop

You’re questioning him the entire time

When you finally get to the rooftop Bakugo lets go of your wrist and just kind of stares at you

He’s silent for a couple of minutes looking like he’s going through a mental battle

Until he finally says something

Something that you can barely make out because he’s turned his head away from you and is grumbling

You: https://youtu.be/Y_3vk411ALE

“Bakugo what?”

There you go calling him by his last name again

“I said I’m sorry, don’t make me repeat myself!”

“Sorry for what??”

You can’t be serious

“For our argument this morning, the reason you’re calling me by my last name.”

“Oh.”

Oh?

JUST OH??

“I thought you were still mad at me so i wanted to give you space, i forgot about our argument way before school started.”

……

ATTENTION: TWO IDIOTS IN LOVE❗❗❗

Bakugo just sighs

He’s too tired to even get frustrated and just wants your attention

So he pulls you into a hug and buries his face into your neck

“Don’t ever do that again.”

You can practically hear the pout in his voice

“I'm sorry honey, i just wanted to give you space.”

“I don’t care about space.”

[redr0sewrites]

omg lowkey having a shitass day and i’m too tired to write for my comfort character and your my fav so 😭😭 literally just any fluffy vox headcanons. literally any! could be only one paragraph IDC i just think it’s so cute how you write him 🙏🙏

OFCCCC!!!!! heres some hcs ab vox comforting u after a long day ♥️

🥀 Cw: none, just fluff!

vox is no stranger to long, tiring days. he's had his fair share of shitty work days and when he comes home to see you exhausted, he immediately notices what's wrong.

vox is very goofy, he's good at reading people and can immediately know if someone's upset, but it's how he reacts that throws him off. like he'll notice something is wrong but won't know how to respond.

he's so used to manipulating people (such as valentino) or just shoving down his own emotions to put on a persona that he isn't great at verbally comforting someone, but his actions make up for it.

he pulls you onto his lap and will run his hand up and down your back to soothe you. while his claws are sharp, he would never hurt you with them, and its much more of a ticklish sensation then anything

speaking of, vox loves it when you laugh. if you're pissed at someone in particular, he will definitely make fun of them to help cheer you up. don't be surprised if they "disappear".... he is an overlord after all. he'd only do this if you want him too tho

vox claims he isn't insecure, but in reality he knows exactly how it feels to feel shitty about everything around you. he's surprisingly empathetic, if you're in a relationship with him he definitely cares about you a lot and i genuinely see him being upset in the situation that you're upset

if you cry, vox may be a little awkward but will go to get you a glass of water. he'll also dim the light of his screen to make sure he doesn't give you a headache and, if you're really upset or tired, he may even take the day off of work to comfort you

vox is the type to turn on soft music when you're sad and pull you into a slow dance right in the middle of your apartment. he doesn't care that you're bleary eyed and that you keep stepping on his feet, he doesn't care that its sappy or that it makes him seem vulnerable to care about you so much. as long as he gets to see you smile and giggle as you both clumsily swirl around eachother, he's content in staying in this moment forever.

if you're ever angry/frustrated and take it out on him, he may be a little pissy but he can take it, especially if you feel really bad afterwards. he doesn't take it to heart if you have a bad day and snap at him, hell, he does it all the time. he may be a little pouty if you don't apologize but don't worry he'll get over it in a few minutes once he sees how tired you are

while vox is a little chaotic, he's a genuinely good person to vent too because he will literally always agree with you no matter what. you murder someone? its their fault for walking into your knife. he absolutely supports your rights (and wrongs) no matter what

he's also a pretty good listener in general because he just. listens. he doesn't give unnecessary input, he doesn't try to play devils advocate, he just listens and shows interest in what you have to say and comforts you when necessary. he doesn't see why thats such a big deal, but he genuinely is a pretty decent listener.

vox is also a yapper though, if you need to get your mind off of your day just tell him and he'll start explaining the most random things to you. oh, you had something really embarrassing happen today and you want to forget about it? well now you're going to listen to 500 shark facts while also hearing the entire princess bride lore. sorry not sorry.

vox would find the shittiest movie with the worst cgi imaginable for you both to watch after a long day, he loves curling up with you on the couch and making fun of horribly animated graphics together

i also think he's (secretly) a fan of corny romance films and/or romcoms, and would want to recreate cute scenes with you (but would literally never tell you that) so you both may end up watching cutesy romance movies too

(this is the song i had in mind bc its soo vox, so u can listen to this for the "full experience")

"aw c'mon bub, don't tell me your too mopey to dance?" vox extended his hand to you, yet his smile was a little more forced than usual. his eyes were wide on his screen, almost concerned about the teats staining your cheeks.

"m' fine voxy.." you mutter, turning away. "it was just a bad day." vox pouts, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

"trust me, this will make you feel better," he assured, pulling you to your feet. vox snapped his fingers and a bright, upbeat tune began to play in the background. pulling you in close, vox twirled you around before stepping back, switching to a simple slow dance.

you can't help a soft smile from creeping onto your face as vox continues to exaggeratedly spin and pull you around. hell, if anyone could see you both now, they'd be shocked.

"who knew that the overlord of technology was such a sap?" you giggle, pulling vox down by his tie to give him a kiss, and he chuckles in response. vox pouts, yet his eyes crinkle a bit as a genuine smile graces his features. "only for you!!".

i saw this and immediately opened my drafts 🫡 it is a CRIME that i haven't written any vox fluff when he's literally one of my fav pookies. i have literally only written smut for him 😭 anyways, i hope this made ur day at least a bit better!!!! sending lots of love ur way ♥️♥️♥️♥️

also i am SO honored to be called ur favorite bc hello??? ur my favorite too?????

[dramaticals]

you're too good for him - chapter one.

pairing: theodore nott x reader

summary: you're theo's best friend and he's secretly pining over you... but you have a boyfriend. modern au. based on what can i do by reneé rapp.

✧ read: part two ✧

Theodore doesn't get it.

Your relationship with your boyfriend has always perplexed him. Your boyfriend was best described as moderate—moderate in humor, intelligence, and looks. You could do so much better.

Especially now, as you bite back the tears and bury your face in the crook of Theo's neck when you can't hold it back any more, he wonders why you still put up with the guy.

Theo pulls you closer, and he feels a quiet breath of relief against his neck as you sink into him.

It's becoming a regular occurrence now—not that Theo minded. He'd prefer having you to himself under better circumstances, but this seemed like the only way you two could hang out as of late. And as much pain you were in, Theo selfishly relished in these moments when you'd forget about lover boy and remember him. Remember that it used to be you and him. Even if your remembering only lasted a night.

You and Theo were an unlikely pair, shoved together by the fates—first grade school bus seating. The spot next to Theo was the only seat left on the bus, and after he reluctantly slid his backpack over to make room for you, the two of you became inseparable.

While Theo was reserved, you were the burst of energy that compelled everyone in the room. While Theo had a temper, you had the patience of a gentle stream. You balanced each other out. Maybe even made each other better. For the next thirteen years, it had only ever been you and Theo—until lover boy came along. And then Theo made himself sparse, pushing you away until you were arms length instead of right by his side because it had killed him to see you so happy with someone that wasn't him.

And it was unlike Theo to get in the way of your happiness. If you claimed you were happy with lover boy, then Theo just had to deal with it. You made that clear to Theo the first time he tried to intervene.

"Why are you acting like this?" You had asked when Theo first pointed out lover boy's flaws. By this point, the rose-coloured lenses were etched onto you like stone.

"Like what?" Theo spat. This was the first time his anger had been directed at you. You didn't let it faze you.

"Like... you're jealous, or something." You said, voice thick with animosity.

Theo's eyes darkened. He was jealous. Jealous that you refused to notice how Theo looked at you. Jealous that it took one stupid note from lover boy for you to forget all about him.

But he was also concerned. He was trying to look out for you.

"I just don't understand why you can't be happy for me." You continued, unaware of the hurt expression on Theo's face. "You're supposed to be my friend."

"I am your friend," Theo said softly.

Ever since that night, Theo sat pathetically and idly on the sidelines, watching you fall more in love with someone who didn't deserve you. Theo picked up the pieces lover boy shattered every time. Because he was your friend.

But if Theo was anything else, he was also relentless. While Theo stopped trying to tell you what to do, he didn't hide his disdain for your boyfriend. Especially on nights like these.

"You want me to hurt him? I'll gladly hurt him." Theo says, and this prompts you to shake your head. Theo asks this every time you come crawling over with tears staining your cheeks. And every time, you refuse. You know Theo well enough to know he'd do it in a heartbeat. He was just that type of friend to you.

"He's not worth it." You say, pulling back a little so you could face him. You sniffled.

Even in the dim lighting of Theo's bedroom, he can see the red in your eyes, the flush in your cheeks, and the inexplicable expression of heartbreak on your face.

God, he really wanted to hurt the guy.

"I don't know, I think I'd have fun." Theo says, his hand mindlessly rubbing against the small of your back. His lips curl into a small smile at the mere thought of his fists in lover boy's face.

After everything he'd done to you, it was only a matter of time before Theo intervened again.

"No," You say again. You give him a weak smile. "I'd rather you stay here with me."

And so that's what Theo does. He stays, pulls you into the familiar comfort of his bed, and turns on your favourite movie. Theo doesn't care for it, having been forced to watch the movie a million times before. But he makes an effort, letting out his own share of chuckles and commentary you've discussed a hundred times over.

When the credits roll, you're nuzzled against him comfortably. Your hand rests lazily against his chest as you shift closer to him. He rests his cheek against the top of your head.

"You're a really great friend, Theo." You say with a yawn. "I don't know where I'd be without you."

Friend.

His breath hitches and he curses himself for the visceral reaction. Of course that's what he was—what he'll always be to you. Why couldn't he just get it through his head?

Theo swallows hard. He's thankful the screen goes black now, shielding the grimace on his face.

"Lost, probably."

[gay-dorito-dust]

yandere jax x reader 🙏😼‼

Warning: Jax being Jax, manipulative, bullying, just over all unhealthy yandere shit that you get from these types of fics.

This fucker has keys to your room…if that’s not already concerning to begin with, it should be considering he uses them to his advantage in invading your room, seeing if there was anything he could take without you noticing for no other reason than the fact that he just could and nobody would stop him.

You will not be given a second alone to breath, nor have quality time for yourself either his bunny is looming over you and acting like his usual asshole self, while also claiming in the same breath that he only wanted to toughen you up in the case one do the adventures you went on…goes south really fast and certain decisions would have to be made on the fly.

It’s a surprise that you haven’t abstracted from Jax’s constant pestering and brutal criticism of your character on a regular basis. He thought it would be funny to see how fast you’d break or snap back at him, give him another side of you to be equally as obsessed with them he already was.

As long as Jax was about there was no such thing as personal space, his arm was always seen linked with yours, making it impossible for you to pull away from him as he’ll always have you dragged back to his side; even on adventures Jax made sure that no one else but him can be partnered up with you because he felt as though the likes of Pomni or Ragatha would try to make you see Jax the way they see him, or keep you away from him so that he couldn’t manipulate you into staying by his side or so they believed what he was doing. (Which was true but Jax didn’t want you to realise this so soon)

So even if they managed to get to you before him, Jax would be internally fuming but would compose himself by following you and remaining silent as a mouse as he watched pomni/Ragatha for signs that they’ll try to make you go against him. So if you think you’re being watched with such intent then you’d be right but Jax can easily slink off into the shadows and hide himself from being caught.

He’s got soft footfalls, meaning that you can’t hear him coming most of the time which works in his favour in getting close to you, leaning towards your ear and going ‘boo’ making you jolt and cling onto him by impulse. However Jax will see this as you accepting him as your source of safety and allows you to cling to him however you wish, it only fuels his obsession with you to somehow and even more unhealthier extent.

But if Jax got to you first when it came to partnering up for adventures, let’s just say death or hell would’ve been more appealing then being stuck with Jax for who knows how long. He would practically be using you as shield of sorts from whatever comes your way because he could, or shoving you in front of him to make sure the way ahead wasn’t secretly boobytrapped, laughing at you when you come back to him unamused and with blow darts within your body.

‘Oh you poor thing.’ He’d mockingly say as he pats your head before walking past you, now aware of what laid ahead thanks to your forced sacrifice by his hand.He’s just not the best to be struck with during adventures, you your are in safer hands with pomni and or Ragatha, hell even Kinger in all honesty but chances of you getting paired with them are slim to none.

Jax gets jealous when you spend time with others, he hates it because you were meant to be by his side, it’s cold without you to be near him and near him you’ll stay no matter what, and it was a fact that he does get across to everyone else eventually that they just leave you with Jax; much to your dismay. If they tried to get close to you or call you over to look at something, Jax would then have his hand on your bicep, keeping you close to him as he tells whoever is asking for you attention that your sick or busy.

Any and every excuse Jax could come up with just to keep you safe and away from anyone who wasn’t him. He may act controlling and an total dickhead towards you but he claims it was for your own good and that he only did what he did because he cared about you, those words that felt odd and weird coming out of his mouth.

Jax was your shadow in every sense of the word and you can’t escape, you can never escape from Jax because he’ll eventually find you regardless and you’ll be trapped within his arms, his grip seemingly tighten every time you tried to get out of his grip and his smile somehow grew wider at your attempts.

You can run but you can’t hide from Jax, so you’re better off just staying compliant to him and wherever he required if you wanted everyone else to remain unharmed.

[mossplot]

Mouth washing character headcannons: :D

TW:MENTIONS OF ASSAULT AND NSFW

CURLY:

-has a CRIPPLING fear of letting people down.

-runs left and right and up and down, all over trying to please everyone.

-due to this, he gets burnt out fast.

-gives amazing advice to others, but (stereotypically) cannot follow the advice himself.

~”He said WHAT to you? You absolutely do not deserve that!”

~”Okay, yes. Jimmy did say that to me, but that’s different!”

-we all know Aussie Curly.😏

-i believe his accent would only be think and noticeable when showing a lot of emotion in his voice.

-he seems to be the pinnacle of health with all his weightlifting and snow sport hobbies!

-with that being said, I believe this man 100% lectures the other crew members about their health, eating habits, exercise regimens, ect…(yes, even Anya🙄)

-he does this out care! He’s not trying to be a stickler.

-100% smells of sweat and cheep yet fairly good smelling cologne. Working at Pony Express can’t afford you brand name things.



ANYA:

-Anya 100% enjoyes mint ice cream.

-also oddly specific, but I get the vibe that she’d enjoy peanuts but dislike peanut butter, claiming “it tastes totally different!”

-we already know she’s a try hard at board games, but don’t even get her started at team games like charades or Pictionary.

~”Daisuke HOW DID YOU GET HELICOPTER FROM THAT?! I WAS LITERALLY PRETENDING TO SWIM!!!”

-I also feel like she’s an Ambivert, it all just depends on the situation and who she’s around.

-also isn’t a huge fan of physical touch unless she’s close with the person. If she is, she’s constantly touching them in some way 24/7.

-a gentle hand on their shoulder, feet touching as they lay at opposite ends of the couch, holding hands.

-she just really loves her friends.

-a huge girls girl.

-bi, with a huge leaning towards women, to be precise.

-gets overwhelmed very easily.

-has a very distinct laugh, a laugh that when you hear it-it is funnier than the joke that was told.

-originally wanted to be an astronomer and stayed up late looking out her bedroom windows connecting the stars in new constellations.

-closest to Daisuke.

-smells good, like lavender and rosemary-very earthy but it’s faint and not pungent.

SWANSEA:

-finds lint in his bellybutton 24/7.

-would lay in his recliner at home and not like what was playing in tv, but would also be too lazy to get the remote and change it, subsequently falling asleep instead.

-It’s obvious that he’s not great at expressing his love, this is shown by his interactions with Daisuke. This extends to his family too.

-was never able to offer more than a loose arm around the shoulder of his daughters or wife and a “Cheer up, it could always be worse.”

-despite this, the gifts (very personal and thought out I may add) he comes home with for them prove his love to them.

-used to be incredibly fit.

-secretly thinks Curly is a pushover and dislikes him for how he lets Jimmy treat him.

~”Now a REAL man woulda socked him something good!”

~”Please, Swansea. I can’t go assaulting my own crew!” (Ironic)

-his daughters and/or wife would periodically wake up to him stomping through the house, coughing, burping, farting, pissing loudly…basically all the things dads do.

-would always only walk around in underwear and shirt. (Not in a weird way)

-daughters would be MORTIFIED when they had friends over and they see Swansea waking up from his midday nap walking past scratching his ass in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear.

-is one of those old fashioned dads who threatens his daughters boyfriends.

-absolutely LOVES asparagus.

-one time “accidentally” hit Jimmy in the nuts pretending to swat a bug away.

-also doesn’t smell bad: a little like tabaco (I believe he smokes) and alcohol, but also a lot like motor oil and old spice.

DAISUKE:

-also a huge girls girl!

-100% has nipple piercings and you CANNOT convince me otherwise.

-had an Emo phase in middle school.

-is incredibly lucky at only board games. Anything else? Absolutely the worst luck ever.

-was generally liked throughout his schools due to his easy going and goofy nature.

-his guilty pleasure is Southpark and huddles away on the ship to watch it on his game boy (somehow).

-has jailbroken all his phones only to need to buy new ones to AGAIN jail break those ones.

-has a speed run channel on YouTube where he is actually really good and holds several records.

-did gymnastics as a kid and is incredibly flexible.

-loves playing board games with Anya just to see her get pissed off.

-will sit in medbay yapping to her for hours on end, switching from topic to topic with really no direction.

-draws little characters of all the crew members and hides them on the ship. Anya and Curly thought it was endearing, Swansea would never admit it but he did too, and Jimmy did NOT like Yimpy.

-loves watching asmr, especially scalp and hair play and jumps at the opportunities where Anya offers to play with and/or do his hair.

-despite being goofy and easygoing, he’s not stupid. He had decent grades in high school and continues to in college and can be serious when need be.

-I head cannon him as a big brother, who absolutely adores his little sister.

-oh! She wants this? He’ll buy it! She wants to go here? He’ll come with! Someone’s picking on her? He’s already taking care of it. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

-this man smells of sweetener. He must’ve rolled in a pile of of it because he reeks of it.

JIMMY:

-100% has and still does jerk off to photos of Curly WHO SAID THAT?!

-had an okay childhood to a single father.

-has a tramp stamp curly convinced him to get when he (Jimmy) was drunk back in college.

-also weight lifts with Curly.

-has UNNECESSARILY hairy feet. Like, all over him is hairy, but his feet are just big bushes.

-actually fairly agile.

-is obviously a Brony (duh). Curly needed to borrow his laptop one time in high school and…never again.

-his best class in high school was art! Can do fairly decent sketches and enjoys it a lot.

-really, really likes newports.

-snores loudly. To the point it will wake up people on the ship and they’ll come complaining to him. He obviously doesn’t give a shit.

-ran a Reddit account back in high school posting r/im14andthisisdeep.

-regularly tried to steal or drive away Curly’s girlfriends in high school and college, claiming he knew what was best for Curly and they were taking advantage of him.

-takes a little less care of himself than the other members, so he smells a little worse. As an aroma of musk and sweat, along with Curly’s cologne because he can’t be bothered to buy his own. (sharing is caring, right?)

BIPPIE!! I MADE MY FIRST POST ON HERE! :D

[loveless-in-nowheresville]

I’ve been thinking about Bruno Bucciarati so much lately, and a friend has inspired me to share this little Bruno thing I wrote here, which I’m hoping to turn into a full fic eventually since I like the idea

Notes/content: Excerpt from my A03 stuff, Bruno Bucciarati x reader, honestly kinda angsty, a bit suggestive at moments, reader is not part of Passione, Bruno acknowledged as the parental figure of his team

Bruno Bucciarati in:

“JUST GO FOR IT ALREADY!!”

Bruno and you had always seemed close. Something that was a bit too intimate to be considered just good friends, and honestly the first time anyone in his team watched him interact with you they genuinely believed you were their boss’s flame…but he would casually wave off such a silly theory, claiming that the two of you were just close friends and nothing more.

Some “close friendship” you two had though…with the way you practically sat in his lap when him and his team visited your place, and seemed to have all sorts of inside jokes and secrets with each other…you had a sort of understanding of him no one else even came close to having.

Not to mention how he almost visibly dropped his guard around you. He smiled more, laughed more, relaxed more…simply because you were near enough to calm his heart.

And of course the incident where you both hadn’t noticed a few pairs of eyes on you, and you may have shared a very passionate goodbye kiss that was MEANT to be completely private. Safe to say, very awkward for Bruno’s handful of traumatized team members…kinda felt like they were watching their parents kiss.

It just really seemed like you were the one. His true love, soulmate, sweetheart…in the rare occasions where you spent a few nights with them in their moments of respite, you would even share a bed with him, just the two of you alone, your bodies intertwined in the ever elusive peace and quiet, the rare moment when he didn’t have to be a strong and fearless and confident leader and could instead just try and lay his soul bare to you. He usually struggled to share his burdens with you, as they weren’t yours to carry and he would never want to needlessly burden you, but you always welcomed him to share his anxieties. You carrying even just the knowledge of that weight made his immense stress seem more bearable. Of course he wishes he could spend his days with you, and all you need to do is call and he will come, but even with how blatantly romantic the two of you are with each other he continually holds off making the relationship truly official.

Because, frankly, you’re not part of the mafia, and it is a life he never wants to subject you to. He’ll use his power and authority within the mafia to protect you, of course, but getting you seriously involved with him…it’s like painting a target right on your back. If he made a powerful enemy in Passione’s boss, and he ever learned about you…he can’t even imagine what awful things might happen to you in an attempt to send him a message to those who defy the boss.

He’s practically a husband to you already; devoted to you no matter how long you’re apart, always willing to take care of your needs…he has many responsibilities, and he is loyal to those under his care, but if you need him he will do most anything to help you.

At this point you’ve probably resigned yourself to the fact that Bruno would never build a real life with you. He was never going to marry you. He would never even officially start dating you…that was just how it had to be.

He will always have a place in your home and heart. You could be satisfied only seeing him once every few months. Could handle keeping your love for him secret, the darkness of your bedroom being the only witness to the true intensity of your love and passion for each other.

But you want his wedding ring on your finger. You know he’s your one and only, but you secretly longed for the physical evidence of his commitment to you. You wish you could share a home with him, share your life with him, and build a real future with him by your side.

You never had to hide how you felt from him. He didn’t ever raise his voice or get frustrated at you, because you weren’t like his brats who needed a firm hand and tough love. You knew better than to act or speak without thinking.

-

Your head was in his lap, the two of you curled up on your bed, and he’s gently tracing his fingers along your arms and back while you simply enjoy each other’s presence after months apart.

“I wish you could stay…” you muttered, reaching up your hand and touching his cheek. You can’t see the details of his face through the darkness, but you can feel how his expression softens at your quiet plea.

Soon you feel the pads of his fingers lovingly pressed against your cheek. He traces your cheek so gently. He’s telling you he wishes he could stay too. “I will do whatever I can for you,” is how he says it, kissing the palm of your hand on his cheek. This is how Bruno showed his love. Through his protection, his unwavering devotion…anything he could give you, he would, but please…don’t beg for him. He simply cannot risk putting you even remotely in harm’s way. It is not a gamble he is willing to take.

But rest at ease knowing he will always love you, you are the one he dreams of when you’re apart, and yours is the name engraved on his very soul, and it makes him the happiest man in the world.

He knows it’s unconventional, but he will always appreciate your endless patience with him.

It might drive his team a little crazy though, knowing the man they all look up to is holding himself back from someone who makes him the happiest they’ve ever seen him.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off

Summary: The farm boy next door can't help but admire you even when it becomes too much.

Warnings: PwP, Nipple play, Eating out reader, Blowjob, Unprotected sex, Overstim, Swallowing cum.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Word count: 5.3k

Criston Cole was a hardworking ranch hand, waking up every morning before sunrise to tend to the horses, cattle, and other farm animals. His tan muscular body was always covered in dirt and sweat as he carried out his chores. You just happened to be the new neighbor who moved in next door, and Cole couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were. He often found himself watching you from afar as you worked in your own garden, dressed in a flowing sundress

You were unaware of the glances from Criston and continued with your gardening for the day, humming a cheerful tune to yourself. A light breeze tousled your hair, causing a few strands to fall into your face. As you bent down to weed your garden, your sundress clung to your curves, emphasizing your figure. Criston's breath caught in his throat at the sight of your curves accentuated by the clinging dress. He quickly looked away, trying to compose himself. It wasn't right to ogle his new neighbor like that. "Hey there, mind if I lend a hand?" Criston called out, approaching you with a friendly smile. "I've got some experience with gardens. Maybe I could help you get those weeds under control." He hoped his offer would give him an excuse to be closer to you, even if just for a little while. Criston had always been a straightforward guy, but around you, he found himself getting tongue-tied and flustered. You looked up from your gardening, a smile spreading across your face. "Oh, hello there," you said, straightening up. The sun glinted off your hair. "I could definitely use some help," you replied, your eyes dancing with gratitude. "These weeds are relentless. But, really, you don't have to bother. I don't want to take up your time." Criston's heart pounded in his chest, not just from the physical exertion of working in the garden but also from the proximity to you. Your scent - a mix of soil and something sweetly feminine - filled his nostrils, making it difficult to think clearly. "No, no," he stammered, shaking his head. "It's my pleasure. Besides, it gives me a good excuse to spend more time with you." He leaned over, pulling out a stubborn weed with ease, his muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt. "So, what else do you grow here? Just vegetables or… maybe flowers too?" You chuckled, your eyes sparkling with amusement at his eagerness to help. "Thanks," you said, feeling a flutter of butterflies in your stomach at his words. "And yes, I grow flowers too," you replied, gesturing to a patch of vibrant blooms nearby. "But I'm particularly proud of my collection of sunflowers. They've just about finished flowering, but they'll make beautiful cut flowers for the house."

Criston followed your gaze to the sunflowers, admiring their bright yellow petals against the green stems. "They're beautiful," he murmured, feeling a sudden urge to pluck one and present it to you. Instead, he focused on the task at hand, his hands moving deftly through the soil. "Sunflowers are my favorite," he admitted, glancing at you from beneath his lashes. "They remind me of sunshine and happiness." He paused, then added softly, "Kind of like you." Criston blushed at his own boldness, realizing he'd probably said too much. But the words were out now, and he couldn't take them back. Your eyes widened in surprise as he spoke, your heart skipping a beat at his compliment. You had always been reserved and introverted, rarely the target of such ardent attention from the opposite sex. However, you couldn't deny that you secretly relished his compliments. You looked down, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Thank you," you said softly, feeling a sudden warmth spread through your chest. "That's very sweet of you to say." Criston felt a surge of relief when you smiled at his compliment. He hadn't meant to make you uncomfortable, he simply couldn't help his feelings. You were unlike any woman he'd ever met - kind, gentle, and beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to make you happy. "I mean it," he said earnestly, meeting your gaze once again. "You're special, darlin'. And I hope…" He trailed off, swallowing nervously. This was uncharted territory for him. Normally, he was the confident one, not the stuttering fool. But you brought out a side of him he didn't know existed. "I hope we can be friends," he finally managed to say.

You could sense his nervousness, and it only served to increase your own. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't hide the fact that he had an effect on you, too. The word 'friends' stuck in your throat, but you nodded, pushing past the unexpected disappointment. "Yeah," you said, plastering a smile on your face. "Friends." Even as the word left your lips, you wondered how long you could keep up the pretense of friendship when your heart was begging for more.

As days turned into weeks, you found yourself spending more and more time together. The boundaries of friendship slowly blurred as Cole's compliments turned into lingering touches, his eyes never wavering from yours. Even though you knew it was wrong to encourage his advances, it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist the growing attraction between you. Criston had been hard at work for hours on the ranch, his muscles straining under the weight of the bales of hay he was carrying. Sweat dripped down his face and his back as he moved from one chore to the next. His mind kept drifting to you, your laughter lingering in his ears, your face constantly on his mind. He needed to see you, to talk to you. But he was nervous. He didn't want to come on too strong and ruin the newfound friendship.

Following your interactions with Criston were spent thinking of him more often than you'd ever thought possible. You found yourself looking out of your window frequently to catch a glimpse of him, but not too obviously. One evening, you were sitting on your porch, enjoying the cool breeze, when you heard the sound of approaching footsteps. You looked up to see Criston walking toward you, his hat shading his eyes from the sunset. Criston's heart hammered in his chest as he approached your house. He'd been thinking about you nonstop since that day in the garden, dreaming up scenarios where he could spend more time with you. As he drew near, he noticed you sitting on your porch, and his steps quickened. "Evening," he said, tipping his hat. "Mind if I join you?" He sat down beside you, leaving enough space between you both so as not to crowd you. But close enough that he could smell your soft perfume and hear your breathing. You felt a thrilling race down your spine as he sat down next to you. He was so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from his body. "No, not at all," you managed to say, your voice coming out a little more breathless than you'd like. You fidgeted with the hem of your dress, trying to keep your thoughts from straying into forbidden territory.

Criston felt your nervous energy and it made him chuckle. He reached over, placing his large, calloused hand over yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. "Relax, darlin'," he said reassuringly. "I ain't gonna bite." He let go of your hand and leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head as he gazed up at the stars beginning to appear in the darkening sky. "Beautiful night," he remarked, hoping to break the tension. Your breath hitched as he took your hand, his touch sending sparks through your skin. You tried to relax, but it was difficult with him so close. You looked up at the night sky, trying to focus on something other than the man next to you. "Yeah," you agreed, your voice a whisper. "It really is." You were acutely aware of the space between you, like an electric current waiting to be bridged. Criston turned his head to look at you, taking in your profile bathed in the moonlight. He'd never seen anything so beautiful. Slowly, carefully, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your face, letting his fingers linger on your cheek. "Sweetheart," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I… I need to tell you something." He swallowed hard, gathering his courage. "Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. You've gotten under my skin, darlin'. And I don't want you to leave."

Your heart stopped as he touched your face, your breath catching in your throat. You could see the intensity in his gaze, and the raw emotion behind his words. It took everything in you not to melt right then and there. You'd had your suspicions about his feelings, but hearing him say it out loud was something else entirely. "Criston," you whispered back, your voice filled with hope and uncertainty. "What are you trying to say?" Criston exhaled slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it. There was no turning back now. "I'm saying that I care about you," he confessed, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions within him. "More than I should after knowing you for such a short time. But I can't fight it anymore. I want you to be mine." His confession hung heavy in the air between them, a declaration of love and desire that left him vulnerable and exposed. Your eyes widened at his confession, your heart racing in response. His words stirred up a maelstrom of emotions within you. Part of you wanted to jump into his arms and say yes, but the rational part of your brain held you back. "Criston, I… I don't know what to say," you murmured, a mix of confusion and admiration in your voice. "I care about you too, but we barely know each other. Isn't this a little…fast?"

Criston nodded, understanding your hesitation. But he wasn't about to give up without a fight. "Maybe it is fast," he conceded, reaching out to gently cup your chin. "But I've never been one to play it safe. Life's too damn short for that." He leaned closer, his lips hovering just inches away from yours. "Tell me," he whispered, his breath mingling with yours. "Would it be so wrong if I kissed you?" Your heart hammered in your chest as he inched closer, his words and proximity making it hard to think clearly. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, making you shiver and close your eyes. For a moment, rationality left your brain, replaced by a wave of yearning and desire. "No," you breathed, finally giving in. "It wouldn't be wrong." Slowly, you tilted your face toward his in a silent invitation. Criston watched as you closed your eyes, tilting your face towards him. It was all the encouragement he needed. With a low growl of desire, he moved closer, his lips crashing onto yours in a passionate kiss. His hands moved to cradle your face, holding you firmly as he deepened the kiss. His tongue darted out, exploring the depths of your mouth, tasting every inch of you. His body pressed against yours, the heat between you growing stronger with each passing second.

You melted into his touch, returning his kiss with equal fervor. Your hands grasped at his shoulders, pulling him closer as your lips moved in tandem with his. A soft gasp escaped your lips as his tongue invaded your mouth, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. The feel of his hard body against yours was electrifying, making you cling to him even more. All rationality and hesitation faded away, replaced by a burning need for more of him. Criston groaned softly as he felt your hands grasp at his shoulders, pulling him closer. He loved the way you responded to his kisses, the way you melted into his embrace. His hands slid down to your waist, tugging you flush against him as he deepened the kiss further. He could feel the heat building between you, the desire coursing through his veins. He wanted you, needed you, with a desperation he'd never known before. Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged. "God," he panted, his voice thick with lust. "You have no idea what you do to me." Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your breathing just as ragged as his. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the desire in his voice sending shivers down your spine. You looked up at him, your eyes mirroring the same intense need you felt. "I think I have some idea," you murmured, your own voice breathless. "You have the same effect on me, Criston." You ran your fingers through his dark hair, pulling him down for another hungry kiss.

Criston moaned into the kiss, his hands sliding up to grip your hips tightly. He could taste the desire on your lips, feeding his own hunger. He broke off the kiss once again, panting heavily as he stared down at you. "Then let's not waste any more time talking," he growled, his hands moving to lift you effortlessly onto his lap. His arousal was evident, pressing insistently against your thigh. "Let's show each other exactly how much we want each other." A gasp escaped your lips as he lifted you onto his lap, your knees bracketing his hips. You could feel his hard length against your thigh, making your body throb with need. You gripped his shoulders, steadying yourself as you looked down at him. "What did you have in mind?" you whispered, your voice sultry. Criston's eyes burned with desire as he looked up at you, his hands roaming over your curves. "I have a few ideas," he replied, his voice low and husky. "But I want to hear from you, Blake. What turns you on? What makes you lose control?" His hands found the hem of your dress, slipping underneath to caress the soft skin of your thighs. A shiver ran down your spine as his hands glided over your thighs, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. You leaned into him, your lips skimming along his jaw. "You," you whispered, your breath hot against his skin. "You make me lose control." Your hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, deftly undoing them one by one. "Just the sight of you, the sound of your voice… It drives me crazy."

Criston groaned as you undid his buttons, revealing his chiseled chest. He couldn't resist the urge to capture your lips again, kissing you deeply as his hands continued their exploration of your body. He palmed your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples through the fabric of your dress. "I want to see you, Sweetheart," he murmured against your mouth. "All of you." With a swift motion, he stood, lifting you with him and carrying you towards the barn. "Let's get you out of these clothes." You gasped as he stood up, lifting you into his arms effortlessly. Your heart thudded in your chest, anticipation building with every step he took towards the barn. "Criston…" you murmured, your hands clutching at his shoulders. The idea of being exposed to him, completely vulnerable and at his mercy, both thrilled and terrified you. But there was no denying that you wanted this, that you wanted him. "Yes," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. "Please." Criston carried you into the barn, setting you down gently on a stack of hay bales. He stepped back, his eyes devouring the sight of you standing there, your dress clinging to every curve of your body. He reached out, tracing a finger down the valley between your breasts, watching intently as your nipples hardened under his touch. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, his voice laced with awe and desire. "I want to worship every inch of you."

The air was cool and the hay bales were slightly scratchy against your skin, but you barely noticed. Your body was too focused on the way Criston looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. His touch sent fire through your veins, making you arch into his hand. "Please," you whimpered, your breathing uneven. "Touch me. I need you." Criston didn't need to be told twice. His hands went to work, peeling the dress from your body until it pooled at your feet. He stepped forward, his gaze locked on your bare flesh. His hands roamed over your breasts, squeezing gently as he lowered his head to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. His other hand slid down to your panties, hooking his fingers into the elastic and pulling them down. Your head fell back, a loud moan escaping your lips as he lavished attention on your breasts. The sensation of his warm mouth on your skin was overwhelming, making your legs tremble. As he pulled your panties down, you stepped out of them, kicking them aside. You were now completely naked, exposed to the cool air and to Criston's hungry gaze. "More," you pleaded, your hands finding their way to his hair, urging him closer. Criston's hands explored your naked body, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. He kissed his way down your stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into your navel before continuing lower. He knelt before you, his face mere inches from your most intimate area. He inhaled deeply, savoring your scent. "You smell divine," he murmured, his breath ghosting over your folds. Without warning, he leaned in, his tongue delving between your slick folds. He lapped at you hungrily, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you steady. Your knees buckled as his tongue made contact with your sensitive flesh, a cry of pleasure tearing from your throat. Your hands fisted in his hair, holding him close as he ate you out like a man starved. The sensations were almost too much to bear, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your core. "Oh god, Criston!" you gasped, your hips rocking against his face. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Criston reveled in the taste of you, the sweet essence of your arousal coating his tongue. He worked his tongue deeper, flicking it inside you as he sucked on your clit. He could hear the pleasure in your voice, the desperate plea for more, and it only fueled his desire to bring you to the brink. His hands tightened on your thighs, holding you open for him as he devoured you.

The intensity of his oral assault was driving you wild, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your orgasm building, a wave about to crash over you. "I'm gonna—oh fuck, Criston!" you cried out, your entire body tensing as you came undone beneath his skilled mouth. Waves of pleasure washed over you, your inner walls clenching and unclenching around nothing as your climax ripped through you. Criston felt your body go rigid and heard your cry of release echo through the barn. He redoubled his efforts, sucking harder on your clit as he thrust his tongue deep inside you, prolonging your ecstasy. Only when your trembling subsided did he slow his ministrations, licking and kissing your sensitive flesh to ease you down from the high. Finally, he pulled back, looking up at you with lust-glazed eyes. "You're breathtaking when you come apart," he said, his voice rough with desire. Panting, you gazed down at Criston, taking in the sight of him kneeling before you, his face glistening with your juices. Your body hummed with satisfaction, but the sight of him, the raw desire in his eyes, reignited the fire within you. "Come here," you demanded, tugging on his hair. "I want to taste you too." He rose to his feet, allowing you to pull him into a searing kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, and it only heightened your arousal. Your hands fumbled with his belt, desperate to free his straining erection.

Criston broke the kiss, panting heavily as he watched you strip away his belt and unzip his jeans. He kicked off his boots and shoved his pants down, freeing his throbbing member. He was hard and ready, his cock standing proudly at attention. He grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand to wrap around his length. "Feel how much you affect me," he growled, his eyes burning with carnal intent. Your fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. You pumped him slowly, marveling at the silky hardness in your grip. "God, Criston," you breathed, "you're so big." You licked your lips, eyeing his impressive size. Dropping to your knees, you leaned in, dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock from base to tip. You swirled your tongue around the swollen head, tasting the salty drops of pre-cum that leaked from the slit. A guttural groan escaped Criston's lips as you lavished attention on his cock. The warmth of your mouth, the wetness of your tongue—it was intoxicating. He threaded his fingers through your hair, guiding you as you took him deeper. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take all of me." With a muffled moan, you relaxed your throat, allowing him to slide further in. The stretch was intense, but you reveled in the power it gave you—to make him lose control. You bobbed your head, taking him in and out, savoring the taste of him. Your free hand cupped his balls, gently rolling them as you worked his length. The musky flavor of his arousal filled your senses, spurring you on. You wanted to bring him to the brink, to watch him unravel. Criston's breaths became ragged, his hips instinctively thrusting forward to meet each motion of your head. The sensation of your mouth enveloping him was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. "Fuck, yes," he hissed, his grip tightening in your hair. He could tell you were enjoying yourself, reveling in the power you held over him. It only added fuel to the fire of his desire. The sound of his approval spurred you on, your movements becoming more urgent. You took him deeper, your throat constricting around him as you swallowed. You could taste the saltiness of his precum, the slight tang of his arousal. It was addictive, and you found yourself craving more. You doubled your efforts, sucking harder, pumping faster.

Criston's control slipped, his hips snapping forward as he chased his release. The sight of you on your knees, worshipping his cock, was almost too much to bear. He could feel the tension coiling in his gut, the familiar pressure building at the base of his spine. "I'm going to come," he warned, his voice tight with impending release. "If you don't want it in your mouth, pull away now." Your eyes locked onto his, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you relished the power it gave you. You continued to suck him, increasing the suction as you felt his cock throb in your mouth. You wanted every last drop of his release, and you weren't about to let him pull away now. With a final, deep swallow, you took him as far as you could, milking his cock with your throat muscles as he erupted into your mouth. Criston's world narrowed to the sensation of your warm, wet mouth engulfing him. The pressure built to a crescendo, and then he was coming, his release flooding your throat in powerful spurts. He gripped your hair, holding you in place as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. "Fuck...." he panted, his voice hoarse with exertion. Finally, he stilled, his cock softening slightly in your mouth. He looked down at you, his expression a mix of awe and gratitude. "That was incredible," he said, carefully pulling out of your mouth. "You're amazing."

With a satisfied smirk, you stood up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You stepped closer, pressing your naked body against Criston's, feeling the lingering hardness of his cock against your belly. "And I haven't even gotten started yet," you teased, reaching down to stroke his softened member once more. Criston chuckled, a low, husky sound. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. "Oh, I think we've both got plenty left in us," he murmured, nuzzling your neck. His other hand slid down to cup your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "What do you say we take this to the bed?" He pressed a trail of kisses along your jawline, his breath hot against your skin. "I want to explore every inch of you." A shiver ran down your spine at his words, your body already responding to his touch. "What's wrong with right here?" you whispered, tilting your head to give him better access to your neck. As he guided you towards the hayloft stairs, you couldn't help but wonder what other pleasures awaited you in his arms. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and you found yourself practically vibrating with excitement by the time you reached the loft. Criston laid you down on the soft pile of hay and blankets, his eyes dark with desire as he loomed over you. Criston stared down at you, his gaze devouring every curve of your body. He bent down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue demanding entry. He explored your mouth with abandon, tasting himself on your tongue. Breaking the kiss, he trailed kisses down your chest, pausing to circle a hardened nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. He sucked gently, teasing the sensitive bud until you arched beneath him, whimpering with need.

The sensations coursing through your body were overwhelming, each kiss, each lick sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You threaded your fingers through Criston's hair, urging him on, wanting more. "Please…" you moaned, your hips bucking up toward his, seeking friction. "Don't tease me," you pleaded, your voice laced with desperation. Criston lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours with a smoldering intensity. "Patience," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. He kissed his way down your stomach, pausing to swirl his tongue around your naval before continuing lower. He spread your thighs wide, exposing your slick, glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. He dipped his finger into your folds, coating it with your arousal before sliding it inside you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he penetrated you, stretching your walls deliciously. You bit your lip to stifle another moan, not wanting to alert anyone below to your illicit activities. But the pleasure was too intense to hold back completely. "Criston," you breathed, clutching at the hay beneath you for purchase. "More," you begged, rocking your hips up to meet his finger. He added another finger, scissoring them inside you, stretching you wider. The sounds of your pleasure were music to his ears, driving him to push you higher. Criston watched intently as he fucked you with his fingers, admiring how your body responded to his touch. "You're so fucking tight," he growled, his thumb circling your clit in rhythm with his fingers.

The dual stimulation was almost too much, your body trembling under the onslaught of pleasure. You clamped down on his fingers, your inner walls clenching around him. "Yes, just like that," you cried out, no longer caring if anyone heard you. You needed more and craved the release that was tantalizingly close. With a few more expert strokes, Criston felt you tensing, the signs of your impending orgasm clear. He positioned himself between your legs, aligning his throbbing cock with your dripping entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you, filling you completely. The sensation of being stretched and filled by him was overwhelming, pushing you over the edge. The feeling of him entering you sent you spiraling into bliss. Your orgasm hit hard, your pussy clamping down on his cock as waves of pleasure crashed over you. "Criston!" you screamed, your body convulsing in ecstasy. The feeling of your tight heat enveloping him was indescribable. He groaned as your walls pulsed around him, gripping him like a vice. He held still, savoring the sensation of your release, letting you ride out the aftershocks. Once your tremors subsided, he began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed as he lost himself in the rhythm of your bodies joining together. As Criston picked up the pace, you met him thrust for thrust, your hips rising to meet his downward strokes. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerves, reigniting the flames of desire within you. You tangled your hands in his hair, pulling him down for a searing kiss as you rocked against him.

The kiss was deep and passionate, fueling the fire burning between you. Criston broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your neck, marking you with his mouth. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of your head as he pounded into you relentlessly. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the loft, punctuating the erotic symphony of your coupling. Your bodies moved together in a dance of passion, your movements synchronized perfectly. Every thrust drove him deeper inside you, hitting all the right spots and sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You could feel your second orgasm building, spurred on by the relentless pace of his thrusts. Criston could feel your body tightening around him again, signaling your impending third climax. He reached between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it firmly with his thumb. "Come for me, Sweetheart," he demanded, his voice strained with effort. "I want to feel you milk my cock." With one final, deep thrust, he pushed you over the edge, his own release following closely behind as he spilled himself inside you. The combination of Criston's relentless thrusts and the pressure on your clit sent you tumbling into another earth-shattering orgasm. Your pussy clenched around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. You cried out his name, your voice hoarse from screaming. The pleasure was so intense, you thought you might pass out from the sheer force of it.

Criston collapsed onto you, panting heavily as he tried to regain his breath. He rolled off you, lying beside you as he caught his breath. He pulled you close, tucking you into his side as he stroked your hair soothingly. "That was… incredible," he murmured, kissing the top of your head. "You're amazing, Darlin'." As your breathing slowed, you snuggled closer to him, basking in the afterglow of your explosive lovemaking session. "You're not so bad yourself," you replied, a satisfied smile on your face. You traced lazy patterns on his chest, enjoying the warmth of his skin against yours. "We should do this more often," you suggested, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye. Criston chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. "I'd like that," he said, leaning down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. "But we should probably get cleaned up before someone comes looking for us." He sat up, offering you a hand to help you stand. As you made your way towards the bathroom, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close against him. "And don't worry Sweetheart," he whispered in your ear, "we'll find plenty of opportunities to continue our… extracurricular activities."