#thoughts on college

[blabberoo]

headcanoning Ford is a much bigger menace than Stan during highschool days but he gets away with it..

[tazmiilly]

[academic-vampire]

“I was looked at, but I wasn’t seen.”

-Albert Camus, “The Misunderstanding.”

[wanologic]

and they were roommates

[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[stemmmm]

if you havent read my wife's gf fanfic WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!

(no sound)

[qquokkari]

i spent my summer break playing persona games and i’m making it everyone else’s problem

[taichea]

☕️postcanon designs w/ headcanons (part one : shuake )

spoilers for persona 5 royal i think. yeah be careful

they get coffee for each other.

[andi-o-geyser]

so this episode is off to a smashing start

[infinite-orangepeel]

i don’t want a ‘career’ ! i want to write sexy fanfiction for my internet friends <3

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

“𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞” - 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

𝙷𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚢!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝟸𝙺 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝕽𝖊𝖖���𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞: @kisses4angels

warnings: pet names, jealous!rafe, possessive!rafe, ownership kink, swearing, mentions of violence, public sex, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking.

💌 𝓐𝓼𝓴: omg bb congrats on 2k!!! i’m so so so proud of you <333 was just thinking about hockey!rafe. so what about him with ditzy!reader who was dressed in his jersey, all there to support her man when one of his teammates comes up and suddenly starts saying how it should be his number on her cheek instead of rafe, and his jersey. meanwhile rafe overhears and gets all jealous, kind of staking a claim on her in the locker room with the door wide open??

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Reader’s POV:

“You waitin’ for me, doll?” Your eyes widen on your friend’s, the two of you knowing what would surely come as you hear the big brunette shuffle out of the locker room. You feel his hand rest on your lower back as he shifts closer, looking down at you with a smile before pulling you in for a “friendly” hug. “You’re killin’ me in this jersey, sweetheart,” Bauer croons. You match his chocolatey brown irises—his lips curling into a devilish smirk.

“Hi, Bauer,” you greet him sweetly. I mean, he’s Rafe’s teammate, after all.

“Two. Huh? Got Cameron’s got you in his jersey now? Did I miss somethin’?” He asks. “You two-”

”Dating,” you hear a different voice cut him short, the one that never ceases to give you butterflies: Rafe, lifting you off your feet into a big hug. His forehead tips against yours, his freshly washed fringe pressing against you, his nose nuzzling as he smiles along your lips. “My girl. Hmm?” He mumbles loud enough for everyone around you to hear, including Bauer. Rafe’s soft lips greet yours, giving you a few pecks.

“Yours,” you whisper with a smile. “Good game, baby.”

“Thank you, princess. Stayed out of the penalty box all night. Think I'm goin’ soft.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes as you scratch your nails into his hair at the nape of his neck. “Hat-trick?”

“Mhmm…” He hums proudly. “Just showin’ off for you.”

Rafe sets you down on your feet, drawing back enough to take you in in his away jersey. His arms wrap around you; big hands falling lower than Bauer’s had sat just moments before, resting on the fullness of your ass to let the other boy take in the sight of his hands on you and his name embroidered across your shoulders. You rest your hands on his broad chest, running them down the luxe material of his gameday suit.

“You look so good-”

“You two goin’ out tonight?” Bauer cuts in, fighting for the little attention he lost.

“If we make it out,” Rafe answers fast and smug, his eyes never wavering from yours. He wets his bottom lip, looking down at your lips hungrily.

“Well, I think we’re goin’ to View House,” Bauer invites. You go to look over your shoulder, but Rafe has other plans, hooking his finger under your chin, guiding your gaze where it belongs.

“I don’t care where there goin’. Do you?” He mutters with a condescending bite, letting out a raspy chuckle on the back end that has chills running down your spine. ”I know you’re really interested in what I’m doin’, Bauer. I’ll text you boys later… Or not,” he taunts as a few of the other guys trickle out of the locker room. Rafe looks over your shoulder, watching as the locker room lights flicker off. A couple of his teammates gather around, talking to the other girlfriends and amongst themselves, making plans for the night. “Forgot some shit in there, princess,” he nods towards the closed door before giving you a wink. You bite your lip and smile, nodding in agreement, knowing Rafe well enough to know what he’s pulling you into.

The two of you walk toward the locker room, leaving the crowd behind. You look up at Rafe, watching his features harden before his head snaps back. “The fuck was that, Cooper?” Rafe asks Bauer in disbelief, your mind so muddled with Rafe that you missed what got him upset in the first place.

“Just fuckin’ with you, Rafey,” Bauer smiles as he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his dress pants, staring you down before lifting his gaze to Rafe. “Just said ‘she’d look good in number four,’ is all.” The burly defender pokes his tongue in cheek; a few of Rafe’s teammates watch on, just waiting to break up the inevitable.

Rafe scoffs out an annoyed laugh, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. “View House. Yeah?” Your boyfriend asks, shocking the group with a question versus a brawl. “Ya’ll headin’ there now?” He asks, getting a nod ‘yes’ from a few of his teammates. “Great. That’s great. Think we got some shit we need to clear up, Coop,” Rafe drawls. Bauer shifts his stance, chest puffed as his hands work out of his pockets, crossing tightly across his broad chest, knowing that exchange would be met with fists, not words. “Got so shit I need to work out first.” Rafe grabs the locker room door, pulling it open with a smile, letting you pass through. He gives that same cheeky wink to Bauer before stepping through the threshold himself, lazily tugging at the door handle, making no attempt to shut it.

You gasp and squeal as Rafe steps forward with a purpose, taking you into his arms and backing you up against the cool metal lockers. He presses his big body into yours as you kiss, hands palming your curves, leaving you putty in his arms. “This okay, baby?” He rasps against your lips as you reach for the bottom of his crisp white button-down, tugging at it needily.

“Mhmm,” you hum, focused more on getting your hands and lips back on him.

Rafe chuckles darkly, lips dusting over the top of yours as his big, rough hands trace under his jersey, looping under the band of your leggings, toying with your lace thong. “With all these boys out there, princess?” He asks with a sleazy laugh, in love with the answer he already knows he’ll get.

“I don’t care, Rafe,” you smile as you finger his belt and buttons, splaying the zipper as you suck on his tongue. Rafe tears off his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor as his slacks do the same, gathering in a mess at his ankles.

Rafe pulls your leggings and panties off your body between messy kisses. You whimper as his fingers press against your aching pearl, your pussy ridiculously wet already. You wrap your hand around his long, thick cock, stroking him a few times, rubbing your thumb across his head, smudging his sticky precum across his swollen tip, making him groan.

"Fuck, Rafe," you whine as he stuffs himself deep, pressing you against the wall to give you every inch of him. You wrap your legs around his trim waist, manicured nails clawing into his broad shoulders and dress shirt as he fucks you into the locker, hardware rattling with each rough thrust. Rafe pants and smiles as your head falls back, resting on the locker, hand clasped over your lips as you muffle moan after moan with the palm of your hand as he starts to pound into you.

Rafe tucks his head in the crook of your neck—his warm breath fanning across your soft skin as he grunts with each push of his dick. “Feels so good, baby,” you mewl as his fat cock hits your sweet spot with precision, his tight body griding perfectly against your clit. ”M’gonna cum.”

”Fuckin’ do it, pretty. Come for your boy. Huh?” He mumbles as his lips find yours again. Your body comes undone in his strong arms, pussy creaming all over his thick length as your praise echoes through the empty locker room. “Atta baby… Fuck. That’s my girl,” he praises. “Bend over for me.” Rafe sets you down and turns you around quick, gathering his jersey around your hips as you press your hands against the wall, arching your back. “Mpfhh—Just like that,” he groans. You look over your shoulder, watching Rafe lick his lips, looking at your glossy cunt, his number and name printed on your back, fueling his possessiveness even further. Rafe thrusts himself into you, toned hips snapping against your plush ass.

"Shit, Rafe," you cry in pleasure as he starts to stroke again, his hands drifting under the jersey, pushing your bra up to take two fistfuls of tits. You match his thrusts, throwing your ass back into him.

"Ugh, y/n. Keep doing that... Just like that, baby.”

"M’close," you whine as you move your hand down to your clit, fingers spiraling as Rafe fucks into you from the back.

"Mmm... Me too, baby,” he huffs. You gasp as his hand wraps around your neck, pulling you back to his chest, his large bicep squeezing around your throat as he thrusts mercilessly into your fluttering cunt. “Cum for me, princess. Let all these boys know who owns this sweet pussy. Say my fuckin’ name, baby.”

“Rafe,” you cry as you cum just like he asked, pulsing around him as his cock throbs inside you, filling you with his cum. Rafe breathes unevenly with you, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

His arm loosens around your neck slightly as the other works lower, landing on your clit, running lazy circles as your body trembles for him. “Think he knows now, princess?” He asks smugly. “Let him try that shit again. I’ll make sure he understands you’re mine.”

tags (tag list is on my pinned post. If your name is crossed out your tag isn’t working 💕): @loserboysandlithium @rafesthroatbaby @kisses4angels @watchmerora @buckybarnessweetheart @anamiad00msday @namelesslosers @cades-outsider @romaescapes @starkeysprincess @oxpogues4lifexo @unrealmirrorball @sleepiibunniiii @gri959 @rafesgiirl @daryldixon83 @akobx @hyperfixationgirl

[heph]

Did Ford know how distracting he was in booty shorts 😐

[wanologic]

yo danny fenton he was just 19

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

you know that guy on tiktok who cooks gourmet meals in bed with a little instant pot? That's Fukunaga in college (ft. his roomie kenma)

[bonebrokebuddy]

I did a molding and metal melting lab today and when returning home after class, my twin took the little metal smiley face that I so lovingly made and filed down and immediately asked me “is this made out of lead?”

Then, without waiting for a response immediately put it into her mouth, spit it out, went “Well, it’s mainly lead acetate that’s sweet so I don’t really know if it’s lead or not”

AND THEN PUT IT IN HER MOUTH A SECOND TIME TO CHECK

i mean, it’s not lead but I didn’t even get the time to say that before she popped it into her mouth D:

[chickenchirps27]

hello denizens of tumblr i come with humble offerings

they wish to romance you