⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁alt!bf!geto headcanons (nsfw, mdni 18+)⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁
alt!bf!geto hates PDA, yet without fail, he’ll show up at your door clutching a bouquet so obnoxiously colorful it clashes comically with his all-black fit (plus your favorite coffee order, sugar enough to make his teeth ache).
alt!bf!geto has got immaculate style, gathered through years of thrifting and vintage shopping, but he guards his expensive sweaters like a kid hoards candy. Except when you’re shivering. Then, and only then, will he “reluctantly” drape one over your shoulders (you’ve got 5 of his sweaters by now and he’s not asked for any of them back).
alt!bf!geto is a masochist through and through – loves when you catch his labret piercing between your teeth, or twist your tongue around his piercing until he winces, feeling pain and pleasure as he whimpers.
alt!bf!geto plays in a pop-rock band, and his members are slowly losing their patience with him pitching songs that are all about you. Every riff is a love letter of your times together and every lyric is committed to how beautiful you are.
alt!bf!geto has also been secretly burning through your Olaplex conditioners, because his hair has never felt this soft. Meanwhile, you’re oblivious, wondering why he suddenly looks like he stepped out of a shampoo commercial.
alt!bf!geto is a tattoo apprentice, and he loves his side-gig, but mostly because you volunteered your skin as his portfolio. Now every piece he inks is a claim over you as he designs pieces related to him on your body, as if he were branding you as his.
alt!bf!geto is a gentleman. He’ll drop to his knees without a word to tie your laces, or slip off your heels just to press a kiss on your arch, no matter how much you protest. Sometimes you genuinely question if he has a thing for feet.
alt!bf!geto's insomnia works in his favor while you’re asleep, as he sketches your face from every angle, doodling pages with your proportions like a devoted stalker.
alt!bf!geto is into knifeplay, too – tracing the blade along your throat just to lap at the beads of crimson trickling, swearing they taste sweeter than any dessert.
alt!bf!geto adores when you pull his hair while he eats you out, while he cries out in pain. He insists he’s growing it out *specifically* for that, so you can shove his face deeper and fist his strands harder.
alt!bf!geto only posts you on social media. He’s subtle, posting pictures of your hand with his bracelet, your eyes tattooed over his toned chest, two coffee cups side by side with your name plastered on one. No girl dares to DM him after seeing how obsessed he is with you.
alt!bf!geto's weakest hours are the mornings. He clings to you like a pathetic animal, buried in your warmth, letting out sleepy moans and pathetic little cries as his glazed purple eyes flutter, making your chest tighten with how badly he needs you.
