#i couldn't wait to get off work to answer this...

[thedilfydoctorshow]

Guys My Age

A/N: So I orginally started writing this with dbf!Abbot but I just felt like Robby would do be more likely to cross that line (considering he knocked up his resident) so here we are. I also couldn't get this thought by @spookypeachpitt13 out of my head. I have been toying about a series? idk yall let me know

Summary: Dr. Robby is your dad's best friend. Under no circumstances should you pursue a relationship - romantic or otherwise - with him (figure skating!reader x dbf!robby)

Warnings: Injury (technically a stabbing, not graphic), Smut (dirty talk, light degregation, pusay sliding), Age gap (mid 20s - early 50s), Inappropriate relationship (dad's best friend), brief ideation of using alcohol as an unhealthy coping mechanisms

This is the most pain you’ve ever experienced in your life. You were doing a jump you’ve done a million times before, but you took off weird which threw off your rotations and made you land funny…directly onto the blade of your other foot. You hadn’t even realized at first, until you tried to move your feet back under you and skate off the fall, but you couldn't quite move your feet properly. 

The paramedics give you some morphine, and you’re able to answer their questions. Your eyes are focused on the goddamn blade in your foot. 

“5 minutes from PTMC.” 

“What time is it?” 

“7:15pm. Hope you don’t have anywhere important to be.” 

You groan, “No. I just hoped he didn’t already do shift change.” 

“Got an ex-boyfriend there?” 

“Worse,” you cover your face with your hands, “a father.”

“Oh you’re Abott’s daughter. He told us that you were a good figure skater.”

“Yeah I got an athletic scholarship, the accidental impalement is hopefully a fluke.”

You and your dad get along very well. He just has a habit of spiraling when you’re sick or injured. The first time you fell and broke your wrist at practice you sat for x rays practically every week so dad could make sure they healed properly. Or the time you got some weird stomach flu and was throwing up every hour and he rushed you to his ER and refused to allow anyone else treat you. 

~~~

When the ambulance doors open your father ‘s worried face is waiting for you on the other side. 

“What the hell happened?” 

“I missed you so much I decided to visit you at work,” he doesn’t seem amused so you roll your eyes, “tried to do an axel took off weird, spun weird, landed weird and now my skate blade is in my foot and I can’t move it so please, daddy, help me.”

Jack Abott may be a stoic war-hardened combat vet that strikes fear in the hearts of his med students, but he has always had a soft spot for his daughter. If he could hold your hand and work on getting the blade out of your foot he would, instead he wipes the tears from your eyes, kisses your forehead and all but pushes one of the nurses out of the way.  

“Please don’t tell me these are the new skates you just got,” your dad says as he gets whatever tool he finally dislodges the blade from your foot. 

You nod sullenly, “I specifically wore them to break them in today.” 

“Think warranty’s gonna cover this?” 

“You didn’t buy the warranty. You said it was a scam.” 

“Don’t sass me,” he sits down next to him and asks the nurse for a suture kit, “okay, honey I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to inject some lidocaine to numb the area. You’re gonna feel a pinprick and some burning.” 

You groan, “Do you have to?”

He looks at you, “How many piercings are in your ear?”

“That’s different-”

“Yeah, one of those gave you an infection that could have entered your bloodstream and brain. This is a medically necessary procedure.”

You feel the tears start to well up in your eyes again. Jack sighs before he gets up, shedding his gloves in the process. He stands at the door and calls out. Soon Dr. Mohan follows him through the doorway. 

“Oh hi,” she greets with a warm smile, “I heard there was a figure skating accident and was hoping it wasn’t you.” 

“What can I say, I’ve always been a klutz.” 

“Dr. Mohan is going to finish your sutures for me,” your dad says.

You start to panic a bit, sitting up in the bed, “Where are you going? Don’t leave me with the needles.” 

He puts his hand up as he walks over and Samira takes his place by your injured foot, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

He distracts you, asking about your day and letting you squeeze his hand as Samira starts her sutures, occasionally chiming in with questions or comments. 

“How’s Boo?” she asks. 

You can’t stop the smile that always appears on your face whenever your festively plump cat is brought up. 

“Fat,” your dad says before you can answer. 

You smack him on the shoulder, “Stop insulting your second born. Boo is good. He’s probably starving because I should be home to give him dinner.” 

“I gave him a snack before I left.” 

“You can’t keep overfeeding him and then fatshame him, that's just mean and sending mixed signals.” 

~~~

“Robby’s about to pull up in his truck,” your dad says when you’re ready to be discharged, “We’ll go pick up your car from the rink when he relieves me in the morning.” 

“I’m surprised he was already gone when I got here.”

“He left maybe 5 minutes before, but you’re staying with him tonight.” 

“Dad!” your head whips around to look at him, “I’m not 4.” 

He takes a deep breath, “I know you’re not and I know we did a concussion test but it would really make me feel better knowing you weren’t alone tonight to make sure everything is fine.” 

“But Boo-” 

“Will be fine. Go pick up some clothes from home and check on him and then stay over at Robby’s.” 

You decide not to fight him. This is actually the best case scenario but you have to protest so he doesn’t get suspicious. 

“He better have brought his truck no way I'm letting you ride his donorcycle.”

If only he knew.

~~~

You pull Robby down on top of you once your bed hits the mattress. You wrap your legs around him, revelling in the feeling of his weight on top of you. He grinds into you, causing your head to fall back as you writhe against him. 

“Robbyyyy,” you moan as he trails kisses down your neck. His beard scratches against your throat deliciously. 

He keeps going, helping you out of your shirt and sports bra. He keeps going between your breasts, teeth scratching lightly against your skin before he sucks one nipple into his mouth while his hand comes up to pinch and roll the other one between his fingers. 

“Stop squirming,” he repremands. Robby grabs your hand from where you were trying to pull his shirt over his head, “and stop trying to distract me.” 

“Don’t tease me,” you whine, “I’m injured.” 

“Oh you think that means you get to tell me what to do?”

“Means you could be nicer to me.” 

He laughs, “Nice girls don’t end up in the beds of men twice their age.”  

You moan. You fucking love when Robby’s an asshole. 

“Maybe I should go find some other old guy that’ll actually fuck me.” 

Next thing you know you’re being flipped over, your joggers are pulled down and a sharp smack lands on your ass. 

You both know this is wrong. Not only is Robby multiple decades older than you - older than your father even, but your dad is his closest friend. You loved your father but sometimes you butted heads. This whole thing had started because of an argument one day which culminated in you storming out of the house and somehow winding up at Robby’s, the very same day he found out Collin’s had accepted a fellowship position back in Portland. It had been so easy to find solace in each other’s company but Robby still had yet to actually fuck you with his cock. 

Whether it was honour or shame you don’t know, but it was really fucking annoying considering you’ve watched Robby shampoo your pussy juices out of his beard after he made you cum so hard you felt lightheaded. 

Another smack. 

“I should turn your ass black and blue for that.” 

“Doesn’t mean anything if you’re not gonna fuck the pain away.” 

Another smack. 

“You’ll let some old dirty pervert put his cock in you” His fingers circle your clit. 

“Can’t be worse than the old dirty pervert whose got his fingers in me now.” 

Another smack. 

Then you’re being flipped over again when you hear the noise of Robby undoing the Zipper on his cargos. 

“You’re so funny,” you feel the tip of his cock sliding through your slick folds. He’s never done this before. Your head is spinning. 

“Please Robby.” 

He changes his angle so his cock is nestled between your folds, sliding along before he stops, cock pressed vertically along your body. He grabs your hands in his and holds them above your head so he’s caged your body against his. 

“Put your legs around me, kid.” 

You follow his instructions, wrapping your legs deftly around his waist. 

“You’re so easy for me,” he leans down close to your ear, voice low and heavy with arousal, “you talk big but as soon you see my dick you’re opening your legs for me.”

He starts to rock his hips, sliding his cock back and forth. You still feel empty, aching for him but the friction is driving you crazy. Your lock your legs around him, thrusting against him. 

“Been 2 seconds and you’re already humping me like a bitch in heat.” 

“Robbyyy” the tip of his cock catches on the rim of your hole. You buck desperately trying to get him to slide into you, “so empty. Need you to fill me.”

He digs his fingers into your hips, his other hand still holding your hands together. 

“Sweet girl, I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” he starts slide all the way forward until his dick is resting on your stomach, “look how big my cock is.” 

It damn near reaches your bellybutton. You’ve given him blowjobs before, knew that he was biggest you’ve ever had but, fuck you need him inside you. 

“Robby please,” you dig your heels into his back trying to bring him closer, “need you so fucking bad. I’ll never call you old again.”

He snorts, “Don’t make promises you have no intentions of keeping, babygirl. Have you ever taken one this big.” 

You shake your head. 

“Well if I did fuck you tonight then you wouldn’t be able to sit or walk properly when your dad picks you up tomorrow and then he’ll find out.”

“Just the tip, Robby, I can take that.” 

“You’re so pretty when you beg,” tears roll down your face, Robby kisses them away and realigns himself to where he was before. 

“Get yourself off.” 

You whine. 

“Sorry, kid, these hold man hips don’t work so good anymore,” 

“M-sorry, Robby, “ your pussy is throbbing. You can’t think straight anymore, “make me cum.”

“Either you get yourself off or you don’t cum at all.” 

You throw your head back in frustration. Robby still has your hands caged in his so all you can do is start thrusting your hips along the length of his cock. Your legs start to burn quickly as your clit is stimulated from the friction. You grunt with the effort, it doesn’t feel as good as when as Robby did it.

“I-i can’t do it,” you hiccup, “I tried Robby, but I can’t. It doesn't feel good like when you do it. I’m sorry. ”

“It’s okay, sweet girl. I knew you couldn’t keep up.” 

Before you can even say anything back he snaps his hips. You couldn’t hold back your moans if you tried. You’re so turned you can feel everything. Robby’s breath down your neck, the scratch of his chest hairs along your breasts, even the goddamn squeak of the bed with each thrust. 

“Come on, kid, I know you’re close.” 

Robby’s grunts in your ear. You’re so close, meeting your hips with his. He takes a second to adjust his movements and the new position gives you  enough pressure to cum with a shout. Your pussy clenches around nothing, still empty, still yearning for Robby to fill you up. 

~~~

Robby is not proud of what this thing he has with you. He loves Jack like a brother, should see you like a daughter but he doesn’t. He knows if Jack ever found out he would punch Robby square in the face and he wouldn’t be able to fight back. He also knows that he should call this off while Jack is still in the dark, sweep it under the rug, pretend it never happened. But everytime he looks into your eyes he falls himself incapable of saying no to you.

The first time it happened was months ago. He just found out Collins was moving away and any chance he’d have to fix things with her would soon be gone forever. He was just about to drink himself into a stupor when you knocked on his door. You told him that you and your dad had just gotten into a huge fight and you needed a place to stay for a few hours.

He knew about the crush you had on him - how could he not when you stare at him with those big doe eyes of yours when you think he’s not looking. He’s not exactly surprised that you tried to kiss him, he is surprised when he let you - even more surprised when he kissed you back. The guilt and the shame hit him right away, but not enough to stop. He laid you down on the couch and ate you out until you were overstimulated and begging him to stop. Your noises were music to his ears, the way your thighs clenched around his head - strong from years on the ice, creating a comforting pressure that he lost himself in. 

Jack picked you up the next morning, thanking him for keeping his little girl safe and Robby looked him in the eyes and lied to him. As soon as he left Robby turned the shower as hot as it would go and tried to scrub the guilt off his skin. He told himself it was a fluke, it would never happen again. But a few bad midterms later you showed up at his door again, crying. And against his better judgement he let you in again.

He keeps telling himself that he won’t cross that line. If he doesn’t actually put his dick inside of your pussy - no matter how badly he wants to - then there’s hope for him yet. 

[storiesoferoda]

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 જ⁀➴ 

Summary: date night with Clark

Warnings: Alcohol, overthinking

Word count: 1,584

Author's note: Hiiii sorry for disappearing!! I've been so tired, and this one is short, but I promise I am back with a lot more ideas!!

Two weeks had passed, and in those two weeks, your phone was always on and always next to you. It would come alive with a text from Clark, and god was he a horrible texter, his emojis were random, and he sent stupid gifs, but every time he sent you something, a smile would form. You guys also had homemade dinners, and Clark proved to be the better cook. He had made delicious food for you almost every time, and all you could do was whip up a pretty mean burger. 

Currently, it was a Friday morning, and you two had planned to go to a bar you had liked if it all worked out. Your desks had shifted, so now you were across from him. You two stole glances at each other, and everyone knew something was up when Clark arrived on time with you. 

The office was busy with work because it was Friday and deadlines were due today; everyone was on high alert, trying to get everything done. Your article had been done for about 20 minutes, and you could see the top of Clark's head as he read the rest of it. You handed it over to him just so you could have a second opinion, but he was taking forever, and your anxiety started telling you that you would have to write it all over again. 

You watched as he leaned over the chair, peeking at you. He gave you a pointed look. “What?” you said, anxiety present. 

“It’s uh-it's great,” He smiled, and you sighed before picking up a paperclip, throwing it at him, hitting it square. “Asshole,” he just laughed, not saying anything. This caught the eye of Jimmy, who then caught the eye of Lois, and you would be lying if you didnt say Cat had been watching the whole time. They never really said anything to you, just stared and whispered. You couldn't help but wonder what they were saying, but you had some idea.

You stole a glance at them, trying to make sure they didnt catch you, but they probably did. “Do you think they know?” you asked your voice barely above a loud whisper. 

Clark followed your gaze to the three of them deep in chatter. “Probably, they always know everything,” he laughed. And it was true in the almost month you’d been working, they had dechipered everyone else's drama just so they knew. It was their job, discover the story. They were journalists after all. 

But that didnt ease the feeling, did they think it was wrong to fraternize with others here? Always thinking of others. That voice in your head had said again. Maybe it was a good thing, maybe it was best if you thought of them. You love it when others think of you. 

“What happened?” Clark asked, his voice snapped you out of your own head again. “What?” you asked, confused. Did you miss something? 

“You get that look when you think about something too much.” 

“Oh, uh,” you trailed off. He wouldn't agree with your logic, so you found a noncommittal way to answer. “I was thinking about my outfit for tonight.” Yeah, sounds right. 

“Mhm, sure,” he didnt sound convinced. 

── .✦     

Honestly, you didnt lie when you answered about thinking about what to wear, because a tornado ran through your room as you tried at least six different outfits, trying to find something good to wear. You had lost track of time, and you were reminded of that fact when you heard the very timely knock of Clark outside your door.

You peeked into the peephole to double-check it was him before opening the door. “Hi, um, I'm running late. I'm sorry,” you sighed before stepping away to let him in, locking the door behind him. Per tradition, he had flowers in his hands, but this time he walked to the kitchen and filled the vase, tending to the flowers. “That's okay, I can wait,” he said, smiling. God, he was too kind. You nodded before running back to your room, quietly shutting the door and trying outfit number 4 again. 

You came to the conclusion that the clothes just didnt work, everything you tried, you hated. You let out a groan louder than you had meant to, slapping a hand over your mouth. You went to pick up the jeans you had thrown off from the last outfit. 

“Y/n,” you heard a knock followed by a twist of the doorknob, seeing Clark peek in just a tiny bit before opening the door. “Sorry, I just didnt know if you hurt yourself or something.” he sounded shy, which was cute.

“No, I just, ugh, I can't find anything to wear,” you said, tossing the clothes in your hands back down to the floor, accepting the fate of your littered room. 

He bent down, picking up a shirt and folding it for you before returning your gaze, “Want some input?” 

── .✦     

You had run through your outfit choices. Currently, this was number three. “This one is more…simple, less going out, more a casual bar trip,” you said, pointing to the outfit that consisted of a knit sweater, black jeans, and some Doc Martens, a staple in your wardrobe. He nodded along, listening very intently as you twirled around, showing him every detail. 

“This is it,” he said. 

“Really?” 

He nodded “Yup, you look good, it makes you look yourself and I like that.” genuine input from a guy? Unheard of. You smiled, nodding before reaching your bed, trying to grab your purse. He snatched it before you took it. He took pride in carrying things for you, even if that meant a 20-minute walk with your bag on his shoulder the whole time. 

You sighed, knowing how useless arguing with him about this was. As you jumped over the scattered clothes, closing your bedroom door before heading out into the hallway, you headed to the elevator with Clark. 

He arrived before you, pressing every button for you and even holding the elevator door open for you, putting out an arm to prevent the sensors from triggering. No matter how many times it happened, it made you smile. 

Every time you uttered “thank you much” to him, to which he replied honestly “you're welcome much” it was your bit, just the two of you. It was nice to have something with him. As the elevator door closed, you pushed up on your tiptoes to kiss him on his cheek. You felt his mouth move into a smile. 

── .✦     

The bar was crowded, but the more people, the more intimate it felt when you two would sneak off into a corner and chat and laugh. Usually, your dates consisted of dinners and cafes, most of them didn't include dancing, so today you learned Clark was terrible at it. He genuinely could not figure it out; you laughed so hard you almost fell. So for now, he sat and watched as you hung out with a couple of girls you had met here and clicked with. You snuck back every once in a while to check on him, but he always pushed you away, wanting to see you have fun, so you would always give him a quick kiss before heading back to dance again.

Clark's gaze never left you, even when your back was turned; he watched you dance as he cared for both the drinks and your purse, holding them with his life. But when your eyes met him again, his gaze was turned away, looking at another girl. 

He was deep in conversation, and you left the dance floor feeling the buzz of the drinks in your system as you stalked towards him. You picked your drink from his hand, and his gaze shot back to you. “Oh, here she is, this is Y/n, my girlfriend.” he smiled at the mysterious woman; it felt fake, you knew it was, it didn't reach his eyes. This smile was full of something else. 

The woman looked you up and down before giving you an eye roll and walking away. “She was nice,” you sighed, finishing your drink, looking towards the bartender for another one. He laughed, “She tried to hit on me, but I said im seeing someone, and she didnt believe it.” You shot him a look. 

“She believed you, she didnt care. How many have you had?” you pointed to Clark's beer. “Three?” he said. 

“You don't even feel anything?” he shrugged. “What did that girl say? Did you think she was pretty? It's okay if you did, I'd understand.” You sounded sad, but now the alcohol was doing the talking again. 

“She was pretty,” you pouted a bit, “but she wasn't you.” `Your face twisted. “What does that mean?” you shot back, confused about what he meant. Was that a comfort? “It means she's not you. No one compares; you cloud my thoughts, my judgment. Every time I close my eyes, I see your smile. I think of when I wake up and I think of you when I go to sleep, and it's not right because it's only been a month with us, and I can't help it.” You leaned in to kiss him, lips crashing in a crazed fashion. You severely overestimated your lean, though, because your hand slipped and your body almost fell, but you felt hands grab you before you went too far. 

“Home?” he asked, smiling.

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[svt-ivy]

INKIGAYO CHARM

SYNOPSIS: After coming back from a bathroom break, Ivy comes back with a handful of the famous Inkigayo sandwich, unaware of an additional ingredient placed inside it. GENRE: Pure fluff and chaos WORD COUNT: 1k A/N: Hope you guy's enjoy this drabble! While writing, I couldn't help but imagine the face of each member just in awe of the amount of sandwiches that was placed in front of them. Still working on updating the whole blog and writing updates that will soon be uploaded. Also some unfortunate news (mostly for me), back in college and will probably be busy some time but am near in finishing some writings.

The SEVENTEEN waiting room buzzed with energy as usual— half from pre-show jitters, half from the excitement to perform their new song in a new broadcast station. Each member is busy in their worlds, busy with their phones, talking to staff members, and conversing with one another. That was until they realized the absence of a certain member's presence.

"Where's Ivy?" Jeonghan asked while holding a fluffy My Melody pouch that belonged to Ivy.

Looking around the room full of staff and their managers, they couldn't catch a glimpse of Ivy. It wasn't until,

"I come bearing treasures!" Ivy announced, entering the room with her hands full of… sandwiches?

She moved to the center of the room where a foldable table was placed, proudly setting the sandwiches down like its golden bars that she had found on her little adventure.

"What…?" Woozi let out in disbelief.

"How many sandwiches?" Vernon spoke up from beside him, eyes wide and his mouth open in awe.

"About ten?" Ivy said proudly, her hands settling on her hips as she looked at her members, who were still looking at the pile of sandwiches in shock.

"Did you buy all of that?" One of their manager asked from behind her.

"Nope!" she answered while carefully lining up the sandwiches neatly.

"Then where?" The8 asked from beside her, looking around to see the reactions of the others.

"Well, it's a long story." She replied, standing up straight once again and crossing her arms in deep thought. "While I was walking back from the bathroom, some people stopped me and gave me a sandwich each."

"Multiple people?"

"Yeah!" she answered before looking up at the ceiling for a second. "Thought I was getting pranked for a moment."

"Do you know some of the people who gave you these sandwiches?" Seungkwan asked curiously.

By this time, their staff members have gone back to their worlds. Their managers are busy with their phones, talking amongst themselves, and leaving the members to solve the mystery themselves.

"Yeah," She said as she tried to remember. "Taeyong and Yuta from NCT, Rowoon from SF9, Sungjae from BtoB, Seongwoo from Wanna One, Hwasa from Mamamoo, and there are others, but I can't remember them."

"What?" Hoshi and DK said in unison, both in disbelief.

"NCT? BTOB? SF9?" Mingyu listed out the groups she mentioned in awe.

"You mean," Scoups finally spoke up as he made his way to stand on her other side, "all of this is from other idols, other artists?"

"Yeah," she said, still oblivious of the situation, but took notice of the change in his tone. "Why? Is there something wrong with the sandwiches here?"

"No, no," Scoups said quickly, placing a hand on the small of her back. "There's nothing wrong with them."

Ivy watched as he grabbed a sandwich, inspecting it before nodding to himself. The other members quickly noticed the sudden tension that now filled the room. It was silent as some of them couldn't take their eyes off the sandwiches and the small papers that were starting to peek out from the wrappers, while some were just waiting for their leader's reaction.

"Do you want to eat bibimbap for lunch?"

"What?" Ivy asked, slightly taken aback.

"I know a good bibimbap place nearby," he said as he placed the sandwich back down in his hand. "And they have good Dakgangjeong."

"Really?" she said enthusiastically, completely forgetting what they were previously talking about.

"Yeah," he said, looking down at the sandwiches laid on the table. "Let's let the members eat these."

"I'll get two!" Hoshi suddenly announced, already grabbing ahold of two sandwiches.

"Hey! Don't take them all," Seungkwan whined as he stood up, facing Hoshi, who only looked at him teasingly.

With that, the rest of the members tried to grab ahold of a sandwich. Some of them immediately unwrapping the wrapper and uncovering the piece of papers that hid inside of the sandwiches. While some of them (Wonwoo, Mingyu, and Woozi) just crumpled the paper and chewed away on the sandwich.

"Hyung?" Scoups called out to one of their managers, leading Ivy with him as she thought to herself excitedly.

"Yeah?" he answered, looking up from his phone.

"We still have time before the awarding right?"

"Yeah, but you need to be back by 1:30 PM. You guys have to take some photos and shoot some content," their manager replied as he went back to look at their schedule that flashed on his phone.

"Okay," he nodded before looking back at Jeonghan and then Joshua. "You guys take care of the kids."

"Remember to take out some Dakgangjeong for us as well!" DK called out, watching as Ivy glanced back and put up a thumbs-up.

As the doors closed behind the two, the tension took some time to fade away. It was silent as the staff members continued to busy themselves with their work while the members themselves were too stunned to speak about what had happened.

"Half of the numbers are from female idols," Hoshi said, breaking the silence.

"I'm gonna need to talk to Jaehyun later," Mingyu said while chewing on a sandwich, while also clutching another in his free hand.

"I'm kinda shocked that they don't know that those two are dating," Joshua said with a small laugh.

"Even carats know how obvious they are," Jeonghan added, plopping down beside Dino on the couch and resting his head on the youngest's shoulder.

"Noona might just really be the most oblivious and innocent person that I know," Seungkwan said, still holding onto Hoshi's wrists.

"She might be the one to get scammed in 5 years," DK said, which resulted in the members bursting out in laughter.

In the end, everyone enjoyed their sandwiches and forgetting about the piece of papers that were once snuck inside each. Scoups and Ivy returned later on with a content smile and a sparkling strawberry drink on Ivy's hand. Her little adventure faded away as she enjoyed the moment.

[foxygrll]

Okay. Steve Harrington x Reader, smut, Older steve like mid 30’s (NOT YOUNGER READER), and Steve and reader are divorced and have a kid and what not and they kinda hate each other but they still be getting freaky 💕💕 :p

OH EM GEE I actually adore this concept >o< getting straight to work

(MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN IF U LIKED THIS!!)

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˗ˏˋ I've Missed This. ˎˊ˗

・┈ ✦﹕ pairing : steve harrington x fem!reader

・┈ ✦﹕ cw : !!SMUT!! ,, clueless!steve x angry!reader lol ,, angst if u squint ,, p in v ,, oral (fem receiving) ,, porn with plot ,, porn with passion ,, steve harrington has a big dick

・┈ ✦﹕ summary: steve promises to go to his daughters game and his ex wife invites him to dinner

You have got to be kidding. That's what you thought to yourself as you rummaged through your daughters bag to find her soccer cleats. He couldn't have forgotten to put them in there, you were sure you reminded him every time you had the displeasure of speaking to him.

"Tay, honey, where did daddy put your shoes?" you yell to your daughter sitting in the living room. You quickly come to the realization that she is too invested in the show she was watching to pay any mind to whatever you had to say. You huff as you pull everything out of the bag to no avail, because the cleats were nowhere to be found.

You pick up the phone, dialing angrily. It rings a few times before he answers. "Steve, where the fuck are my daughters cleats? I told you to put them in her bag!" you whisper-yell, as to avoid your daughter from tuning into your conversation. The call falls silent for a few moments, before you hear Steve take in a deep breath. "...What?". You actually have to hold yourself back from slamming the phone down. "Are you.. kidding? I literally reminded you every time we spoke while she was with you." You say, honestly more stunned than you are angry. "I don't- I don't remember." Steve says, and it becomes apparent to you that he's just woken up. "It is 3 p.m. on a Thursday and you just woke up? You're a grown fucking man Steven." You say, rubbing your face in disbelief. "Meet me at her game- that you promised her you'd come to- with her shoes. On time. Please."

It's been half an hour, and here you are, 15 minutes before your daughters game waiting for her father to bring her the cleats he forgot to pack. "I don't know Tay, maybe he's not coming.. We'll tell your coaches what happened then head ho-" You're cut off by the obnoxious hum of your ex-husband's car. "Taylor!! I have your shoes, let me pull around and park, okay baby?" He yells over the terribly loud sound his car emits. You roll your eyes as he parks and steps out of his car, shoes in hand. But fuck, he looks really good.

You stand behind as he picks her up and carries her to the field, all because of a simple "my feet hurt.". Sweet. Real fucking sweet. The two of you are forced to sit far too close together because of the amount of people on the bleachers. You watch him- maybe more than you watch your daughter- you watch as he cheers for her, yells her name, waves at her, tells her how good shes doing, you observe. It makes you wonder what your family could be. He's a fantastic dad.. Were you depriving your child of that? No, no no. You know why you split, it outweighed everything else. Getting back together is fully off the table. But man, those jeans are hugging everything in just the right way.

After the game another parent approaches you and Steve, she explains that she is taking the team out for ice cream, if Taylor is allowed. You look at Steve for approval, and he nods his head yes. You tell her it's fine, and you and Steve walk out to the parking lot. "Listen.. If you're- uh.. I don't know if you have anything going on but you could come home and I'll make dinner.." You say, looking at the ground. Steve falls silent. "Sorry, dumb idea." You laugh. "No, I- I'm just.. I'm just confused, I guess. Sure, I'll have dinner with you." He says.

The two of you are home now, and after an awkward dinner, Steve is getting ready to leave. You follow him to the door and stop him right before he exits. "Thank you. For being a good dad, and showing up when she needs it. It means a lot to both of us." You say, looking into the honey brown eyes you are so thankful your daughter inherited. No more words are needed, Steve cups the side of your face and pulls you into him, a nights-worth of wanting dissolving into this kiss. It's familiar, it's comfortable, but most of all, it is desperate.

The two of you stumble your way to your bedroom, flopping onto your bed as soon as you get the chance. You hungrily slide Steve's jacket off his body, tossing it onto the ground. "I've missed this." Steve says into your mouth. "Shut up.." you giggle. Steve's lips trail down your chin, across your jawline, and down your neck. He knows you, and he knows just where to kiss to get you going. You let your body succumb to his touch, you've missed this too.

His hands roam your body as he kisses your neck, and his fingers find the hem of your shirt. He pulls it up slightly, wordlessly asking you if he can take it off. You nod your head- maybe quicker than you ever have before. His attention fades from your neck to the newly exposed skin. He kisses down your chest, paying special attention to your collarbones on the way there. He kisses the curve of your breasts, with one hand supporting him and the other gripping your hip. He sits up for a moment, lifting you up just enough to unclip your bra and slide it off your body. He looks like a deer in headlights.

Before you know it, Steve is cupping one of your breasts with his free hand, focusing on the other with his mouth. Your breath hitches when he takes your nipple into his mouth. He loosens his grip and unlatches his mouth from you, kissing down your torso. He stops when he gets to your navel, looking up at you for approval while he fumbles with the zipper on your pants. You nod yes, and Steve wastes no time sliding your pants and your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side absentmindedly.

There's one thing going through your mind as Steve runs his tongue through your folds; How could I ever have given this up? That is, until he begins working on your clit. Every thought you'd ever had, gone. You can't help but grind against his mouth when he gives your clit a harsh suck. And when you do, he lets out the loudest, nastiest moan you think you may have ever heard. You look down at him, and oh- is it a sight to see. There he is, your ex-husband, grinding into the bed as he eats your pussy like a man starved, looking up at you while your arousal runs down his face. There's that thought again.

He continues, and you feel your orgasm winding in your stomach. He can tell, by the way you begin slurring your words and repeating his name over and over, and how your back arches off the bed. He wants to push you over that edge, so he slips his middle and ring finger into your wanting hole. He curls his fingers inside you just right, and your orgasm comes crashing down, and he guides you through it. He continues lapping at your pussy until you're literally pushing him off.

He sits up and begins taking his clothes off, seemingly showing off. "You putting on a show?" You say with a giggle. "Mhm" He hums. He slides his shirt off, and now it's your turn to be the deer in headlights. He unbuckles his belt, then unbuttons his pants then slides his pants and his boxers down his legs. Oh Lord, this might take some re-getting used to. He approaches you, settling himself between your legs. He runs his tip through your folds, the contact making you both shudder. And finally, after 8 months of separation, Steve pushes himself into you. It's painful, and you haven't felt the stretch of him being inside you for far too long.

He collapses, his head falling into the crook of your neck, he's breathing heavily into your ear. "Tell me when you're ready for me to move, okay?" Steve says, voice breaking into whimper near the end. "I'm ready." You whisper. Steve begins pulling himself out of you, taking a painfully long time. Only his tip is inside of you, and he pushes back in. The two of you moan in unison. He continues, picking up his pace. "Oh god.. I- I've missed you so bad.." He says, leaning down to kiss you. Your lips meet his, and you realize that you never want this to end. You're moaning into each other's mouths while his cock slams into you at an unforgiving pace. It's lewd, filthy, and overwhelmingly loving.

His hips begin to stutter, and you feel a familiar coil winding up in your stomach. Suddenly, Steve stops. "What are yo-" He cuts you off by flipping over and placing you on his cock while he lays down. His hands find your ass, and he begins assisting you in riding him. He watches you, your tits bouncing as you ride him relentlessly, and it sends him over the edge. You notice, and seeing his face scrunch up in the same way it used to, that sent you over the edge as well. He noticed, and he tried his best to hold off until you came so you could get your pleasure as well. The coil snapped, and your orgasm came like a flood rushing through a broken dam. Steve quickly pulled you off of him, and you wrapped your hand around his thick shaft and pumped him a few times until he reached his orgasm too.

You flop down, and to your surprise, you are quickly greeted with Steve's embrace. You lay there for a while, tracing shapes on his chest as he rubs your back. "Will you stay the night?" You ask him. "You know I can't." He says with a sigh. "I know." You don't argue.

╰╮ ✦﹕ wowwww this was so fun I hope u enjoyed my first fanfic on here :p

[haoreo]

✿ umbrella for two | park sunghoon

♡ content: sunghoon x fem!reader, college!au, meet cute (kinda) // word count: +1k

♡ synopsis: it was raining, and sunghoon needed to summon all of his courage if he wanted to get home somewhat dry.

♡ disclaimer: just soft and fluffy heh. i mean no harm to any of the members, this is purely a work of fiction.

for you, midterms season always meant late-night study sessions at the university library.

you told yourself that it was because the environment made you more productive. but if you were to tell the truth, it was because the library felt like the perfect place to people watch. during your study breaks, you would always find your eyes scanning through the room. they would land on the library regulars at their self-declared assigned desks, or the new-comers who would just pop in and out after they found the material they came for.

you'd even like to play little games. guessing whether the two people sat together were either dating or just friends. or which one likes the other but is too afraid to say it. growing up, this habit would get you in trouble when you would get caught staring, but you've mastered this thing you deemed a skill over time.

you let out a yawn, stretching a bit in your seat. this was your cue to starting packing up your things and head home. while placing your things in your bag, you already started dreading the walk home. it had been raining on and off the entire week, and tonight was one of the nights where the rain was especially relentless. but it also meant you could curl up in bed with hot chocolate when you get home.

exiting the library, you looked at the route home. puddles scattered the sidewalk, illuminated by the warmth of the street lights. you took out your umbrella out of your bag, but before you could step out into the rain, you heard a boy's voice saying,

"hey! wait up!"

you looked towards where the voice came from, trying to see if it was coming from a familiar face. but before you could put the pieces together, he quickly added, "i mean this in the least creepy way possible, but i know we live in the same building complex," he gulped before continuing "can you share your umbrella with me? please?"

that's when the puzzle pieces clicked in your mind. he was the boy that you'd run into sometimes at the lobby of your building. you've seen him in his college shirt, pajamas, and varsity uniform. but you never caught his name, nor seen him outside of your building complex, until now.

"u-um, sure! but, i can't really promise to be completely dry. i don't really think this umbrella is for two people?" you replied, looking back and forth from your umbrella to the boy in front of you. now that he was up close, you noticed that he was a lot taller, and his shoulders were a lot wider, than you had first thought.

"i don't mind! i'll even hold the umbrella for you," he paused, "i-i'm sorry, you don't have to say yes if you don't want to," he insisted. but you saw the desperate look on his face. if you said yes, you knew that you'd get a bit of rain on you. but it was late, and the rain didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. so you smiled at him and answered, "no worries, i could use the company."

the boy looked like he was about to cry out of sheer joy, "thank you! i promise to pay you back somehow," he said as he took the umbrella from your hands. you both started to walk down the path home, when you realized, "you never told me your name," you asked, hoping he could hear you over the rain.

"o-oh, it's sunghoon," he said "i'm from the engineering department. how about you?" he asked you in return. you replied with your name and major, "and it's probably why we never see each other outside of our lobby," you said, hoping to lighten up the mood. sunghoon could only agree, as he laughed at your remark. your eyes couldn't help but take in his expression. how his eyes turned into half moons, or how his oddly sharp canines peeked out when he'd smile.

silence fell on the both of you when the rain suddenly poured harder. you naturally brought yourself closer to the middle of the umbrella, your arm bumping into sunghoon's. "sorry," he blurted, "here, um, you could hold onto my arm," he continued as he offered his arm to you. you timidly reached out for it, saying a small 'thank you' in return.

you were usually very aware of your surroundings, but your mind could only focus at the warmth of his skin beneath your hand. what made it worse was when you realized you could feel his bicep muscles, immediately making your face heat up. mentally shaking away these thoughts, you placed your focus on both of your steps, noticing how large sunghoon's steps were in comparison to yours.

being so lost in your thoughts, your mind couldn't even process quick enough when a car rushed by, splashing puddle water on the two of you. well, it would have been the two of you, if sunghoon didn't take most of the damage, facing his back towards the road in a split second to shield you from the splash.

despite the clear discomfort on sunghoon's face, he still did a once over at your body. "are you okay?" he asked out of worry. you nodded, feeling sorry for him, but you also couldn't stop yourself from laughing, "that came straight out of a movie scene."

sunghoon's worry melted away, replacing it with a smile while shaking his head at your comment. he pulled you closer before starting to walk again, "come on, let's get ourselves home."

the two of you finally reached your building lobby, wasting no time in going into the elevator. while waiting for it to arrive at your floor, you looked at sunghoon, before asking, "um, i was planning on making hot chocolate, do you want some? after drying off, of course."

you didn't know where this boldness came from, but hey, he's the reason why you were mostly safe and dry from the rain. and he was cute, which was a huge plus.

sunghoon could only nod and smile eagerly, starting to look more like a puppy as each moment passes.

the elevator dinged as it arrived at your floor. you waved at sunghoon as you stepped out, "see you later!" sunghoon could only raise his hand in response, eyes never leaving your figure even as the elevator doors shut close.

he may have been shivering from the cold, but his cheeks were warm at the thought of getting to see you again.

heh just thought that this would be cute. what do you guys think the other members' meet cutes would be?

[sabo-torao]

what made you start shipping sabolaw in the first place?

that’s a fun question!!

okay so, first of all bc context is key: i’ve always liked making ships up! i'm a big fan of rarepairs!

ships (but also platonic ships in general) are another way for me to analyze characters and their role in the story better, that’s why all of my favorite rarepairs are very deeply thought out- i spend a bunch of time trying to figure out what works with that particular character and what doesn't! i won’t like a rarepair that much if i don't spend at least 30 minutes detailing their possible dynamic in my head lol.

that’s also why i tend to like popular ships too! if an already canon dynamic speaks to me i probably won’t feel the need to make something else up- or i will anyway because i’m a multishipper and fun is fun and analyzing characters is my favorite thing to do in the whole world- and so i end up having quite the mixed bag. in the end, tastes are tastes and if a ship doesn’t spark joy in me i won’t like it full stop, no matter how much sense it makes.

having said all that, i started liking sabolaw the same way i started liking a bunch of other ships: randomly. i saw them kiiinda near to each other in a color spread and went, “hey, they could work, actually”.

it started off as a fun moment between me and my friends, joking about how we finally found someone to pair law with and it was also kind of perfect because i had just met sabo that day (i read the entirety of one piece in 28 days so i was devouring almost all of dressrosa in one sitting) and completely fell in love with him (still not in the off the rails way i love him today obviously) so me and my partner would have had yet another “their favorite character x my favorite character” ship on the list. but after the excitement and laughter died down, i truly started thinking about their possible dynamic, and. well. into the rabbit hole i fell!

the more i thought about them and their personalities, their backstories, the way they align but also the way they differ from each other, the casual nudges in the story (ivankov showing the ope ope no mi to sabo, the use of “checkered fate” to describe both of their lives) and in other official one piece material (stampede and the gakuen au mainly, the “luffy’s friend!”/“i’m not his friend!” moment in both of those, the way gakuen sabo took notes about gakuen law in order to thank him for his help, etc.)... the more i realized just how much they really, truly work well together and how a canon interaction between them would have been very possible if not expected. it wasn’t something i made up just bc all the other law ships were painfully mid to me anymore- they were a solid ship that made a whole lot of sense!

that’s how it started, and how they became one of my favorite ships ever, very shortly put. thank you for letting me ramble about it!

[talentforlying]

@ohsunshine: i know people don't like me. / from jon tma — HOW TO BE EATEN STARTERS

' how d'you figure? the antisocial personality bit, or the gettin' people to gab about their life histories with yer fear powers bit? 'ard to say, meself. '

it's weird to think of the magnus institute as a place, sometimes, and not just as the beacon of claustrophobic magical reckoning that it radiates; as an office, with assorted people and politics, and not a massive fucking spotlight with a dozen extra bulbs attached. already the big bloody hub of weird shite incorporated, beholding unlimited, then tack on all the nasty little power games involved with bosses and contracts and coworkers seeing into your soul ... can't imagine it makes anyone any FRIENDLIER to each other. there's a reason constantine stays far, far away from that cesspit.

still, sometimes the solution's a lot simpler than it first appears. he tilts his head thoughtfully, taking a drag off his silk cut and holding it out invitingly to jon, before blowing out the smoke in a cloud of sage advice.

' ... y'ever consider not bein' a prick? i mean, no offense mate, but you don't strike me as a bloke with extraordinary people skills to start with. now, ordinarily i'd say fuck 'em, don't need to be liked, but ... in your position? could certainly fuckin' help. '

[mieczyhale]

it's just me and my cake vodka & pepsi against the world

[shewki]

a/n ; Inspired by @/trintheweirdo 's MHA skits where katsuki mostly crashes out bc of mitsuki 😭

cw ; suggestive, but overall focused on some funny stuff!

Normally, Mitsuki Bakugou wouldn't mind having you over their home. Like you always have since you and Katsuki were little kids.

But when you two started dating around senior year? She had already expected it.. Yet her eyes were on you two like a damn crow. I mean, don't get her wrong, she loves you! why wouldn't she? you were such a polite girl, always keeping her Katsuki grounded.

She seems to have like a 6th sense every time you and Katsuki are together. Like She knows damn well that teenagers who are left alone are at risk of letting those hormonal urges take over.

You two were in his room, straddling his lap as he slowly kissed and nipped at your jaw. Sensual, slow, loving.. it felt like it was all you needed in life at the moment.

"KATSUKI" his mother called from downstairs. He pulled away from your neck with a groan before answering begrudgingly.

"WHAT? YOU'RE STILL HERE?!"

"TAKE THE TRASH OUT, IT'S MAKING THE KITCHEN STINK. I AIN'T GONNA GO WORK MY ASS OFF AND PAY FOR THIS HOUSE IF YOU'RE GONNA KEEP IT DIRTY IN HERE."

He gently moved you off his lap while grumbling about how 'she could've done it herself'. You couldn't help but pout to yourself either, but you chuckled softly 'cause you knew once Mitsuki asks him to do something, he WILL do it despite his reluctance.

When he came back, he immediately wanted to make up for lost time (5 minutes.. 💀) , sliding a hand up your waist and whispered a deep 'where were we?' as he kissed your jaw once again. You giggle and push his hand away, telling him to wait a few more minutes to make sure Mitsuki got out for work.

"KATSUKI"

"WHAAAATTT?!" he yelled back, almost as if he's crashing out.

"CLEAN THE SINK"

"IT'S ONE SPOON AND A MUG"

"DROP THE ATTITUDE AND GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!"

You pat his shoulder comfortingly while holding back a laugh. It was always fun to see Katsuki on the verge of crashing out over something that isn't that deep. The poor boy was probably pent up by now. And when he came back, he didn't even bother anymore. He sat beside me with crossed arms and a frown like you were the one who caused him his misery.. you snort at his attitude and fix myself, seems like he's not in the mood anymore.

"'s not funny."

"it kinda is.." you kiss his cheek.

"Katsuki" Mitsuki called out once more, outside his bedroom door this time as she knocked before entering.

"[Name]'s mom called, said she needed the sweet thing to help with something. Why don't 'ya drop her home, yeah? I'm off to work. Don't do anything stupid! Bye [Name]!" She waved to you before slamming the door.

you simply waved back and smiled, hardly containing your laugh when his cheeks were about to blow. How adorable.

"Hm.. so we walking or we using your car?" you asked teasingly.

likes and reblogs are appreciated hihi 💗

[selvepnea]

Depending on how big the closet is, keeping BiBi in a enclosed space might be a good idea while you wait for the vet appointment so that you know where he is and can get to him easily. Some cats like to hide when sick or injured, or just plain upset/scared.

Since it sounds like diarrhea, make sure he has water and/or wet food so he doesn't get dehydrated. And if you can fit his litter box in there cats like things that smell like themselves.

I hope any of this helps!

I ended up doing something similar! I was a little worried if he would be more adverse to eating sine I was moving his food so far, but he seems to be eating ok still.

Funny thing, when I checked on him in the morning he was pretty clean, but the closet was a mess when I got home ^^"

Turns out he got some sort of parasite? I think? (I was too tired to ask too many questions :( ) so I've got about a week's worth of medicine before his stools start firming up again u_u

[ssahotchnerr]

how do you think Aaron and reader who are married, react to both being called ‘Agent Hotchner’ and they both answer? That’s so cute, I could just imagine Derek smirking and Rossi having a proud dad moment

the hotchners

AHHH I LOVE THAT cw; bau!reader, established relationship, typical cm case talk, playful banter/fluff 🥰

"The unsub is devolving, they’re getting more reckless," Derek thought aloud, clicking his pen in hand. "He dumped the last victim in a public place, rather than the usual, secluded spot."

"They're losing control." You inputted in agreement, your eyes darting across the conference room table to him.

Aaron leaned down on the table, still standing, but with his palms pressed against the surface. He was next to you, and this stance allowed him to be ever so slightly closer. Your heart warmed by his proximity, as any displays of affection were at a minimum when in the field. You were happy he was just close by. "The next victim will probably be someone they can’t control-"

"Agent Hotchner?" A voice came from behind, hindering the conversation.

"Yes?" Both of you answered swiftly, out of habit, though it was a new habit for you. Your tickled eyes met Aaron's, your nose scrunched up slightly in amusement.

Derek grinned, swiveling back and forth in his chair in observance. Rossi raised his hand to his mouth casually, concealing a chuckle.

The voice in question, one of the local police department's officers, even hesitated himself, as if he didn't know which Hotchner he were to rely the information to.

As soon as you and Aaron got engaged, the discussion of whether or not you'd take his last name was on the table. To avoid confusing situations like these, or to prevent any reputable prejudices. It was rare, but every so often you received grimaces from bystanders, both in the field and in the office back home. Marrying your boss? Either tremendously romantic or something to be frowned upon.

But in the end it was unanimous; you wanted his last name, and as did Aaron. It was even more important to him. A symbol of a bond he couldn’t wait to share with you; an acknowledgment of the life you were about to build together. You and him. The Hotchners.

"Uh- sorry to interrupt. The victim's fiancé is here for their interview. They're waiting in interrogation." He stammered, his gaze switching between the two of you.

"Thank you. We'll send someone in shortly." Aaron replied, politely dismissing the officer. He kept his trained demeanor, but you could hear the laughter underneath his voice.

As his footsteps trailed away, you nudged Aaron, humorously bumping your shoulder into his upper arm.

He kept his gaze on the files laid on the table, his lips spread in a soft smile as he slowly shook his head.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, Dave." He didn't even need to look up.

"Hey!" Dave commented, his tone light as he spoke. He held up his hands in surrender, but that didn't diminish from the proud gleam in his eyes; it also happened to be the same one he had adorned on your wedding day. "I didn't say a thing."

"Oh, but it's written all over your face." You quipped also, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

"Just when I thought the two of you couldn't be any more married." Derek rolled his eyes, playfully as his lips pulled back into a grin. "What's next? Have you mastered the art of the ‘yes honey’ yet, or is that still a work in progress?"

"Please, that was perfected before we got married." Aaron remarked as he relaxed his posture, straightening up. He flashed a smile in your direction, speaking over Morgan's cackle. "Isn't that right, honey?"

[fakebwitch]

rafe finds your panties in his car [smut, jerking off, perv!rafe]

part two

you had an appointment to get your nails done, rafe was at an important business meeting and couldn't take you, since a friend of his was picking him up his car was in the garage, you asked him if you could use his car, and he said yes.

as you get back you parked the car in the garage, turned off the car while picked up the things you had left scattered around the car, putting them back in the bag, and that's where you had an idea.

you thought, rafe had let you use his car by paying for your new set of nails, you had to somehow thank him. a grin grew on your face as you rose slightly from the seat, your hands went under your skirt finding the elastic band of your panties, you grabbed it pushing it down and once you got to your ankles you pulled them completely off. your grin grew even more as you put the lace panties on the gearshift.

after completing your little work of art, you grabbed your purse and keys, opened the door and got out of the car, locking it. you made your way inside the house, the sound of your heels walking on the floor caught his attention.

"hey baby" he greeted you with a smile, getting up from the couch, "rafeyy" you said immediately running into his arms, he pulled you toward him grabbing you by the hips, 4 hours without seeing him was too much for your liking. "how did it go?" he asked with a smile at your clinginess as his hand gently stroked your back, "all good" you replied pulling away from him slightly with a smile, showing him your nails.

"they're perfect baby" he said as he looked at them carefully, he knew you didn’t play about your nails, "i know, aren't they?" you said with a smile turning your hand toward you, looking back at the design for the twentieth time.

you slipped your hand into your jacket pocket pulling out his car keys, "here they are" you said shaking them in front of his face, he grabbed them as you said "thank you so much baby, i love you" you said giving him a kiss, he smiled into the kiss as he whispered "i love you too".

as he deepened the kiss in your head you couldn't help but think of the little surprise you had left for him in the car, just waiting for him to find out. you knew very well that he loved your lingerie, one way or another he was always trying to steal some panties from you so he could keep them when, as he said, “he needed them," and you also knew what for.

the next morning rafe woke up early, he had to attend another business meeting. it was a stressful week, he was full of commitments regarding work finding himself having little time to spend with you. he grabbed the keys of his car as he yawned while heading to the garage, the phone rang in his pocket causing him to sigh as he rolled his eyes, he took it in his hands reading the name of the contact who was calling him, he sighed again deciding to answer it, it was one of the men he was in business with.

"hey, what's up?" said rafe trying to sound as unbothered as possible, the last thing he wanted to do right now was to have a call regarding the various problems that kept coming up. as the man took up the conversation, explaining that business would slow down for reasons he would list for him later, rafe opened the garage door, letting out occasionals little "mhm."

he pulled out his car keys, pressed the button and without looking inside the car opened the door and sat down. "yes, i was aware of that, i just talked to hollis about it yesterday and we both agreed that..." he froze when out of the corner of his eye he saw something white that caught his attention, he shifted his eyes to the mysterious object.

he took a deep breath realizing it was your underwear.

“rafe? are you still there?" the man's voice rang on the other side of the phone, rafe took a few more seconds to look at the piece of underwear and then answered, "y-yeah i'm here sorry, actually i'm kinda busy right now, i'm gonna call you when i'm free" he quickly came up with, wanting to end the call as soon as possible.

"oka-"

before the man could’ve finished rafe immediately hang up. his hands reached out to grab the garment, his fingers rubbed the lace. he looked at the inner part, that was in contact with your pussy, noticing a small wet spot, he didn't think about it for a second and brought the panty closer to his face, his nose made contact with the fabric, inhaling strongly as your smell flooded his nostrils. you just knew how to drive him crazy.

he couldn't help but think about being between your legs as he continued to breathe in your scent, making you feel good as your hands pushed him closer to your pussy, his cock twitching at the thought of having his lips on your wet folds.

as he kept the panties close to his face, with his free hand he quickly untied his belt, unbuttoned his pants pushing them down just enough along with his underwear to get his now semi-hard cock out. his head thought of your sweet taste, your little whimpers when he overstimulated you too much as your smell intoxicated his brain.

with his right hand he began to lightly rub his length, little sounds escaped his lips, muffled by the fabric of your panties. he went further as with his thumb he stroked the tip, pink and swollen, screaming to be inside you, his hand tightened even more around his shaft quickly rubbing the part just below the tip, it drove him crazy.

he kept rubbing as he imagined his hand was yours, little drops of pre cum were coming out of his tip, mixing with his rapidly working hands, creating obscene wet sounds.

his wrist beginning to ache, from how fast he was moving, as he lingered for a few seconds with his thumb, rubbing the tip. he was a mess of moans, his legs twitching as his breathing grew deeper and deeper, his body temperature now crazy.

he moved your panties away from his face and wrapped them around his cock as he resumed rubbing his hard cock with his hand, continuous whimpers escaped his lips as the lace rubbed against the delicate veins of his cock.

"fuuuuck" he breathed, he didn't think he could hold back much longer. he pushed his hips upward as his hand worked up and down his length, his head turned back as continuous moans mixed with cursing escaped his lips.

"h-holy shiit..." he murmured through clenched teeth, the rough fabric of the lace touching the soft tip of his cock made him shudder, his cock throbbing in his hands, eager to cum as soon as possible.

he was in pure ectasy, totally overwhelmed by the pleasure he was experiencing, the only image in his head at that moment was you, and you were helping him finish himself off. "oh y/n please..." he said almost crying, his voice cracked with pleasure as his hand moved even faster down the length, he hadn't even realized he had begged you when you weren't even there.

as his hand tightened around the tip, images of you filled his head, thinking about the way your eyes looked at him every time he thrust into you mercilessly, the way your tits bounced as his body slammed into yours, as his hand grabbed your neck making your eyes roll as he pushed you to the edge, that image was enough to make his cock cum.

"oh fuck me...." he managed to say as his hand moved slower, riding his high, moans and whining came from his lips as he pressed the tip making sure not a drop of his liquid was wasted.

half of it was on his hands, but most of it had ended up on your panties. he let go his grip on his cock, feeling overstimulated as he tried to catch his breath. realization hit him soon after, realizing the 'obscenity of the act he had just performed.

did he regret it? no. had it been one of the best handjobs? yes.

[cherrysinner]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ answer the call

pairing: bsf!reader x rafe synopsis: rafe fucks his best friend while she's on the phone with her boyfriend. warnings: smut, piv, MDNI!! wc: 1k a/n; originally posted 11/14/2024

rafe had you on all fours on your canopy bed, holding onto one of the posts for dear life as he pounded into you, the bed swaying every time he thrust his cock into you, one of his hands gripping onto your hair while the other rested on your ass, occasionally giving it a sharp smack, causing you to let out a noise that was between a gasp and a yelp.

"aww, look at you." rafe cooed mockingly with a tug at your hair, the blonde panting behind you "so fucking desperate for me to fuck you. bet your little loser boyfriend can't fuck you like you need to be fucked, hm?"

you hated the words that were leaving his lips, but you couldn't deny that he was right; your boyfriend definitely couldn't satisfy you the way rafe always seemed to be able to do, he couldn't hit that spongy spot that caused you to curl your toes, or rub your clit in the way that caused your back to arch off the bed. not like rafe did.

"say it," rafe commanded, "say that he can't-"

rafe let out an annoyed growl when he was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing on the nightstand. his initial plan was to tell you to ignore it, but when he saw who it was, he got a whole new idea, a grin taking over your lips.

"answer it."

"w-what?" you looked back at rafe with furrowed brows, thinking that he must be joking, but as he continued to pound into you, there was no sign of hesitation on his face, only a wide, cruel grin.

you reached for your phone from the nightstand, rafe slowing his pace as you looked at the caller id with widened eyes, almost waiting for it to change into something else, but clear as day, there was your boyfriend's name, along with the contact photo you set for him, a picture of you two taken at a carnival.

"do it before i do it for you." rafe mumbled as he bent to press a small kiss to the back of your neck, grabbing your ass roughly. and hesitantly, you pressed the green button visible on the screen as rafe pulled out of you.

"h-hi, babe." you said, trying your best to steady your breathing as rafe teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, the hand that was in your hair just moments ago going down to rub your clit.

"hey, everything good?" the voice on the other line asked, and you had to hold back a moan by biting down on your lip as rafe's middle finger brought some of your arousal to your clit, starting to slowly rub the puffy bud.

"yeah, everything's good." you chuckled, "i was just working out."

when you said that, you felt rafe's tip slowly starting to enter you, stretching your walls as you tried not to let out any noise, your boyfriend going on a tirade about something that you honestly couldn't give two shits about at that moment.

rafe continued moving in and out of you, at first at a slow pace, slowly building it up; all the while your boyfriend was talking, and you occasionally let out noncommittal hums and 'mmhm's, but the harder rafe was fucking you, the harder it was to concentrate on anything other than him, and trying to keep quiet felt like rocket science at that point, and you were starting to taste blood in your mouth from how hard you were biting down on your lip.

"i-i gotta go." you said into the phone, nearly panting, "i'll see you later." you said, hanging up before he could even get a word in, feeling the band in your stomach getting closer and closer to snapping, letting out a moan you'd held in for too long the moment that you were off the call as rafe started pounding into you relentlessly.

"say it." rafe commanded behind you, your eyes squeezed shut, your mind hazy with pleasure, confused as to what he was talking about. "say that your boyfriend can't fuck you the way i fuck you."

you were a panting mess as he continued hitting the spot inside of you that only he seemed able to reach; a part of you didn't want to say it, didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but the moment the palm of his hand landed on your ass, you yelped, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

"h-he-"

"nuh-uh. your boyfriend."

you let out a small whine when he corrected you, trying to steady your erratic breathing as he continued thrusting in and out of you.

"m-my boyfriend... can't fuck me the way you do..."

"atta girl." rafe chuckled behind you, and the way his fingers continued circling your clit while he pounded into you from behind was getting almost overwhelming, and rafe could tell that you were getting closer by the way you were starting to clench around him, the blonde letting out a groan, "gonna come in this pretty pussy..." he mumbled, "she's practically begging me to... wants me to show her who she belongs to..."

a part of you wanted to protest, but you were so close that your mind was clouded by all the bliss he was making you feel, the world around you getting so hazy that you couldn't bring yourself to care as long as you got to come.

and as soon as you felt the band in your stomach snap, rafe's cock buried deep inside of you, he couldn't help the almost animalistic groan that left his lips, warm pumps of cum filling you up

[oreo-creampies]

𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧’ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲-𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: they are your ex hubby and baby daddy and they want you back, make up sex, monster fucking with true form!sukuna - why let something like logic stop me from being horny when we can have the king of curses for a baby daddy, jealous!possessive!Satoru, sukuna isn’t jealous but crashed your date with pride, daddy/mama/princess, praise/praising degradation/mocking/teasing/light humiliation/embarrassment, squirting, manhandling, choking, smacking, satoru uses a clone, jerking off, pain kink, pussy slapping, vibrator, forced quick orgasm, overstimulation, Toji is doing his best to sweet talk you

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Toji being your hot ex-husband who comes over Gumi every week and trying to fuck you as well

Oreo: in my quest to answer old asks here we are! Thank you for waiting anon if you did, if you didn’t I hope this reaches you one day! 🫶🏽

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

He turns on your small vibrator, climbing onto your bed. Staring down at you with stunning forest-green eyes. “This is what you got to replace me?” You hate how much you love the sight of his massive chest, cocky smirk and thick thighs.

Toji’s cock hangs and lightly sways as he comes closer. You want to him to stretch you out and fill you up. Make you his dumb cock drunk mess who only whines for more.

Ignoring your better judgment to kick your ex back out. You spread your legs, showing Toji how wet your soft cunt is for him. “It makes me cum without bein’ an cold hearted asshole.” You voice isn’t firm like you want. It’s trembling from four months of pent up frustration meeting your desperate anticipation.

The smirk in his face drops a little. “Deserved that.” His smirk softens to a charming smile. “Lemme make it up to ya mama.” He spits on your clit, stroking you with the pulsing toy. Nudging your soft wet cunt with two thick fingers slowly gliding them in.

“I been missing seeing your sweet cunt stretch for me. You feel so soft, wet n’ warm wanna feel ya cumming on my cock. Nothing else gets me off like seeing you soak my cock.” Stroking your sweet spot, focusing on you making you cum quickly.

Closing your eyes moaning, clenching his thick fingers, digging your heels into the bed. You’re lost in the immense relief, muffling your moans with your hand.

Toji pouts, “Look at me, beautiful lil mama.” Pumping his fingers faster, adding more pressure to your clit with the toy.

“Let’s make a bet, if I make you cum harder with your toy then you can I win.” The pleasure is intense with the toy pulsing on your soft clit, his fingers are working magic. He isn’t playing fair, using his knowledge of your body against you.

Whimpering, “Just tell me you need money.” He’s gaze is too intense, closing your eyes. Biting your lip trying to muffle your cries refusing to give Toji more satisfaction.

Keeping his pace steady, coaxing you towards cumming on his fingers. “I do want money but not from you. What I need is for ya to look at me. Wanna see the look in beautiful eyes when you cum.”

His cheeks flush pink, dripping his voice low whining. “Please.” It shoves you over the edge. Your soaking wet, sensitive cunt spasms, the vibrations on your sensitive clit becoming too much.

“Since I’m winning I wanna take ya out to dinner.” Biting your soft tight, the sweet pain adding at the intense pleasure. “I missed ya sweet tits, squishy thighs, soft stomach, and soaking wet cunt.” You already came you couldn't not again so quickly. Yet you’re quivering, eyes watering, your moans getting louder. Toji muffles your cry with his lips.

Rentlessly fucking your sensitive, sloppy wet cunt in a squirting mess, soaking the bed. He doesn't stop, fucking you through your high. It’s too much yet you want more. You want to feel Toji’s thick cock twitching, his veins pulse seconds before he cums in you. Tears trickle down the side of your face.

Toji breaks away, smirking, “You’re so breathtaking tremblin’ n’ nearly crying cause the pleasure is too much. I've barely done anything and your soaking the bed. Shows how badly she needs me.” He sits up, turning the toy off tossing it aside.

Grabbing himself slapping your cunt with his heavy cock. Jerking your hips back, reflexivly trying to close your legs to escape the overstimulating stinging slaps. He croons, “Is it too much for your poor little cunt?” Dragging himself himself between your lips, running away when he nudges your sensitive clit.

Whimpering, “Yes but I want more, please daddy fuck me with your fat cock.” He flips you over, putting your ass up in the air. Lining himself up, gliding just his fat tip admiring how you stretch to take him. “Or should I call it mine?” You can't wait any long, pushing your hips back taking his cock.

“Nnn fuck that’s it mama fuck yourself with my cock. How good does it feel? Does it make you feel like a whore to fuck yourself like this? Using my cock like a toy.” He groans, it's a deep sound you’ve been missing.

He grabs your hips, meeting your hips with a harsh thrust. Stroking your sweet spot making your eyes roll back. He leans over you, pinning you down with some of his weight.

You’re clawing at the sheets unable to run away. “Come on lil’ mama give me another chance.”

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

He’s in the shirtless. You want to fondle, squeeze, and bite his thick chest. Let your hands wonder down his beautifully sculpted body. You could dig your nails into his broad shoulders, spread your legs and take best cock you've had again.

You know how pleasurable it’s to be underneath and on top of him. Which makes not touching him for the past few months even worse. Finding someone that does it like Satoru is impossible.

“Got my shirt going in the washer with some of your clothes. Ya mind if I crash here for the night? It’s gonna be late by the time it’s dry.” Your brain freezes, and you’re thinking only with your cunt.

You’re caught, weakly snapping, “Fuck you for being hot.” You’re missing his warm, large hands groping your body, fingering your cunt. His soft warm lips peppering kisses like he’s worshiping you.

Satoru's pecs are fuller, and his arms are thicker, with two extra veins running down his forearms. When did he get this big?

He croons, “Careful sweetheart.” Grabbing the top of the doorway, filling it up, showing his size off, smirking. “If your date from last they knew how badly you want to fuck your hot baby daddy what would they think?” You’re stuck on his happy trail dipping into his jeans.

He hooks his thumb into his jeans. You rip your gaze away, cheeks burning, your cunt soaking your panties. "It was a second date so it’s none of their concern.” He steps closer, dipping his head down.

Leaning your head back, closing your eyes. “So it’s not serious, good.” Opening your eyes, your body is engulfed by heat. The cocky smirk on his lips is infuriating. "Did you sleep with him yet?"

"That's none of your business, we are not longer serious, if we ever were I dunno." He walks past you, standing in your bedroom door. “Why do you think you can help yourself to my room?” He turns around, his expression is cold, angry. It shouldn’t make you so horny.

Is he jealous?

He motions with two fingers, “Tonight it’s our room ya can fuck me for being irritatingly hot and I’ll show you who is better.” You follow him into your bedroom, closing and locking the door behind.

You suggest, “N’ if you fail to be better in bed?” Another Satoru grabs your hair from behind shoving you towards the original.

Nudging your lips with his thick fingers, gagging you when you part your lips. “Thank fucking god these walls are proofed imma make you moan my name like a prayer. I’m gonna have you cry out calling me god and worshipin’ my cock by the time we're done.” Squeezing your neck, grabbing your tongue pulling out out to spit on it.

Stuffing your tongue back in with his long fingers. He unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down with his underwear, getting out his long, veiny cock.

Gliding his fingers out of your mouth, Satoru smears his spit on his cock. You wrap your fingers around him, smear his pre-cum with your thumb. Swirling your fist sliding your hand down his cock.

The clones lifts you off the ground, lining his cock up with your soft lips. Rocking his hips, grinding his warm, hard cock along your soft lips, softly stroking your sensitive clit.

Satoru loosens his grasp around your neck. “Stupid beautiful slut you brought him back here fucked him in what was our bedroom.” The clone Satoru pulls you back by your hips to meet his thrust. “Like your cunt doesn’t belong to me.” He grabs your thighs spreading you in a mating press.

Satoru groans at the sight your soft wet cunt taking his clone’s cock. “You wore this dress for him too.” He rips the front, smirking. He slips his blindfold off, tossing it on the bed. His eyes are cold, hard with intense jealousy you’ve never seen before.

You can’t glare up at him for ripping your dress. Unable to get mad with his cock stirring your guts up with each merciless, quick, deep stroke. He’s fucking a confession out of you. “Got it with you in mind. Knew it was something you liked to see on me.”

“It’s something I love seeing on you. It looks so much better like this, ripped with it bunched around your hips for you to take my cock.” You can’t focus on stroking his cock anymore. You’re too lost in the sweet pleasure of your needy, wet cunt stretching to take his long cock.

Letting your thighs go when the clones grabs your thighs. He sits down, man spreading, spitting into his palm stroking himself. “Tell me lil baby mama whose fucking your sweet cunt in a sloppy wet mess?”

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

Glancing Sukuna’s lips, he grabs your neck pulling you in close. His lips are so soft despite the roughness in his passionate hungry kiss. Slipping his hand up your dress squeezing your thigh digging in his nails. He slips his tongue in when you whine.

Dragging his nails up your thigh, squeezing your ass, lifting you off your feet. You wrap your legs around his waist. Desperately trying to keep from moaning into Sukuna’s hungry passionate kiss.

He’s hands and lips feel better than you recall, better then when you touch yourself at night. You missed his cocks, his deep groans, all four of his large hands fondling, restraining and playing with your fragile body pushing you to the point of breaking.

Carrying you through the hallway, closing the door locking it behind himself. Pinning you to the wall, dragging his nails up your thighs, fondling your ass.

He breaks the kiss, yanking your head aside by your hair. Biting your neck, you moan from the sweet pain. Using the second you steady to croon, “Aw you jealous Sukuna? Chased my date off.”

Rolling his crimson eyes Sukuna scoffs, “He isn’t enough for ya lil mama. And by the way you were undressing me from across the room I didn’t think you would mind.” His lips stretch into a cocky smirk that makes your cunt throb.

“You’re dumb slut with a whore cunt that craves both my cocks.” You want to sit on his face and cum till you’re trembling.

You plead with Sukuna, “Can you please?” Trailing kisses along his jawline, dragging your nails along his scalp. You bite his neck, he tilts his head to the side biting into his bottom lip. He moans from you sucking on the soft spot on his neck.

Stepping away from the wall, tugging you off his body dropping you onto your bed. He demands, “Say you're a whore who thinks whose greedy lol cunt loves my monster cocks n’ I’ll fuck you stupid.”

Dragging his fingers along the inside of your thigh stopping shy of your cunt. Waiting for you to admit, “I’m your filthy whore who can’t stop thinking with her needy cock hungry cunt. Need ya to fuck me stupid please my King.” He bites his lip, his breath hitching.

“I need your cocks please no one else can compare to you. You make me cum so hard I can’t think straight or walk. Wanna be fucked into a stupid cum stuffed slut!” Lightly stroking your clit through your underwear. grinding your hips.

He croons, “That’s it! I missed hearing you beg. When I think my cock can’t get any harder, it’s almost hurtin.” Fondling himself through his pants, groaning.

“Please take my underwear off. Please my king!” Slipping his finger underneath your underwear. It shouldn't feel so good to have his finger brush your lips but your cunt is clenching.

He groans, “Fuck princess your so damn beautiful, makin’ you my baby mama only made you hotter. That makes you my Queen, my personal cumdump.” Transforming quickly. He’s twice your height and beautifully monstrous with four muscular arms, a mouth stretching across his hard abs. His dark pants outlining his hard cocks.

Unbutton his pants and freeing his cock with a loud sigh. Kicking his pants aside. Massaging his balls, admiring the sight of you laying down in bed with your dress pushed up and legs spread. Your soft cunt soaking wet for him.

Leaning over you, forcing you to look up, grabbing your hands pinning them above your head. Sukuna he slaps your cunt. “This is mine! It’s always been mine!” You reflexively jerk away from the intense sweet sting.

Sukuna yanks you back into place, pinning your legs open. Slapping your cunt again, licking your clit with his stomach’s tongue. Stroking your soft numb quickly, easing the stinging, gliding one thick finger one.

Curling it, remember how your sweet cunt likes it. Massaging your soft spot with the perfect speed and pressure reducing you to a moaning quivering mess, clenching his finger.

The sound proof bedroom containing your loud needy cries. “I miss how you double stuff me. Please, pleaseplease pleaseplease!” Your words are slurring together. His thick fingers are three of your combined, stretching your soft cunt out.

“I know lil’ mama no one can fuck ya like I can. It was a matter of time till ya missed me.” You’re creaming on his fingers too quickly. You shouldn’t be able to. Yet your cunt is clenching and creaming on his fingers.

Your cheeks burning. “Did you cuming so easily?” His smirk grows, “That's barely more than a minute, you haven’t been treating her right.” His tongue strokes your puffy clit faster.

[carebearbussy]

𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙮 & 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩

ᥫ᭡ 𝙨𝙮𝙥𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝… 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨.

ᥫ᭡ 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙧𝙖! 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

ᥫ᭡ 𝙘𝙬: 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 <3

ᥫ᭡ 𝙬𝙘: 1.3k

𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

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Your cravings have been going wild.

Ever since you had fallen pregnant by an absolute gargantuan of a man, you are forced to carry twice the amount of nutrients and food stored in your body. The local doctors had recommended that your usual meals be doubled in size, in order to support the extra weight it carried by having a child under Sukuna. And even Sukuna had chimed in, adding that maybe his diet would work for you. But you quickly declined the offer, taking into consideration the life growing inside of you. You did not want your child to grow up to be a cannibalistic monster, much like his father.

But your food choices have been much more bizarre as of lately. Things ranging from huge one course meals that could feed a family of 7, pickled everything, anything covered in cheese, and any regular foods you ate had to be made a specific way, or served in larger portions. Which is why you had decided to wake Sukuna up in the middle of the night, one of the cravings you had pondered on being at the top of your to do list.

Every now and then, your cravings would get really bad. To the point where it was now everybody else's problem. But you truly couldn't help it.

"Kuna, 'Kuna wake up!" You whispered, as you lay spooned beside him. You shook his body from behind you as you spoke, making sure he could hear you. You felt him stretch awake with a low groan, letting you free of his grasp. "Are you awake? Its important..." you ask, awaiting a response out of him. And to your avail, he is awake, but not with the attitude you were initially hoping for. He seemed annoyed that his rest had been interrupted, but those concerns were to be put to rest, as you stepped out of bed, sliding your slippers on by the edge of the bed. He looks at your standing form with half lidded eyes, clearly making the first of many signals of his annoyance with you at the moment.

"What is so important that you wake me from my rest, woman? Im giving you six seconds to speak." He says, as he props himself upwards, sitting at the edge of the bed. With you standing near him, he seizes your hips with his lower set of hands, forcing you into his proximity. "I'm not waiting all day." He ushers you on to speak, but as you think about his possible answer, you start to rethink telling him what you truly want. You look away, clearly starting to get nervous with the attention. But as you do, he grabs your chin, forcing you to look down at him, as he searches for answers. "Go on."

"Well... i've been having cravings lately, and I wanted to know if maybe the kitchen could make me something..." You say, fiddling with your thumbs, as you feel your stomach start to growl lowly. He looks down at your stomach, as you quietly protest his decision to be made. He closes his eyes for a couple seconds, before responding.

"If this is what you really need, then I will indulge this once, brat." He says with a low sigh, as he lets go of his hold on your waist, getting up from his spot on the bed. You look up at him eagerly, silently squealing to yourself as you jump up and down slightly. You wrap your arms around your husbands neck, as you reach up on your tiptoes to pepper kisses all over his defined face. He looks down at your cheerful form, looking unaffected by the attention you give him, but deep down is smiling on the inside. He knows that as long as you stay his sweet, happy wife, then he can get a good nights rest after this.

He picks you up by the back of your thighs, as you are lifted off the ground what seems suddenly. He hoists you on his left side, one hand holding your ass up, the other acting as a back rest. Letting yourself be carried, he opens the door with his right hand, walking into the large hallway to your favorite place since becoming pregnant, the kitchen.

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It seemed as if you had started a national crisis.

With the way you had Uraume, as well as a team of the estates chefs working like dogs in the kitchen. All that could be heard from the upper left wing of the estate was the clinking and clanging of pots and pans, as well as chefs scurrying to prepare the food you had requested. Because it was well known that any request of yours, was to be taken as seriously as if it were from Sukuna.

Uraume seemed to be the only calm one, with them being used to your shenanigans. They were the head of the kitchen, as they lead all of the preparations for the 'big feast', as they like to call it. That big feast being for your pregnant self, of course.

As the kitchen was torn shred by shred trying to prepare you the perfect dish, you stood by the entrance and watched, one hand on your stomach. Standing besides you was Sukuna, with lower arms crossed, as his upper arms conducted the kitchen staff with whats right and wrong. Your eyes lit up with excitement, as you watched all of these people cater to your needs.

"Kuna, how about... chocolate filled dumplings?" You asked, looking up at your focused husband. He was busy keeping an eye on everything, making sure not to mess up your multiple requests you had made in the past twenty minutes. He looks at you with upper set of eyes, his lower ones hyper focused on the kitchen staff.

"That sounds disgusting. But if that is what you wish, so be it." He tells you, scoffing at all of the ridiculous things you had said so far. He then watches as Uraume heads your way, a silver platter in hand, holding what seemed to be at least thirty pieces of bacon, covered in chocolate and sea salt. To any sane person, this would look downright vile. But to you? Sukuna watched as your mouth practically dropped. You squealed in excitement, looking at the dish in hand. "Please enjoy, my lady." Uraume says, still holding out the dish to you as you happily devour it.

But you pause as you look over at Sukuna, still looking down at you. And thats when a lightbulb flicks in your head. You grab a piece of bacon from the tray, as you step in front of Sukuna. He looks down at you, wondering what you're up to, when you reach up on your tippy toes to try and pry open his mouth. "Pleaseeee try it!" You say, pouting your lips, still trying to open his mouth with your fingers. He looks down at you as he furrows his eyebrows, curling his lip upwards. "No, that is repulsive."

Your pout lowers into a full frown, your eyes glossy with the want for him to try what you are offering him. He rolls his eyes, as he picks up the piece of bacon you are holding with two fingers. He looks at it, as he scoffs, swallowing it in one go. "See! Its good right?" You ask him, a smile crossing your face. He looks at you with a 'are you serious?' look, before ruffling your hair, amused with how happy you were that he divulged you.

"It was horrible. Never again are you going to make me do these kinds of things for you, brat."

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Toxic!Rafe when he gets jealous. . .

The night had been a blur of music and laughter, a house party filled with people she didn't really know. Y/N was just being polite, talking to the new guy in town- someone whose family her parents had mentioned working with- and she felt like she had to. Her parents had spoken about how nice the guy’s parents were, so Y/N did her part, listening to him babble about things that didn’t matter, keeping the conversation going.

She wasn’t flirting, just being nice.

“So, have you lived here your whole life?” Logan asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah,” Y/N said with a small smile. “Not much changes around here, but I guess you’ll find that out soon enough.”

Logan chuckled, “Good to know. So, what do people even do for fun?”

Y/N opened her mouth to answer, but something in the air shifted- like the atmosphere had thickened, weighed down by a force she couldn’t ignore. She knew before even turning her head.

Rafe.

Her eyes flickered across the room, and there he was- leaning against the wall, arms crossed, staring at her. His expression was unreadable, but his jaw was tight, his fingers flexing at his sides.

He was pissed.

Her stomach twisted uncomfortably, and she quickly looked away, refocusing on Logan. “Uh, well, the beach is a big deal here,” she said, trying to push past the way her pulse had suddenly started to race.

“Boating, parties, stuff like that.”

But even as she spoke, she felt Rafe’s eyes burning into her. She glanced back and he was still staring, but now his expression had darkened- his jaw clenched so tight she could see the muscle twitch. She knew that look. Her breath hitched as he suddenly turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.

Shit.

She excused herself quickly, barely even hearing Logan’s response as she pushed through the crowd, her heart hammering. She knew better than to let him leave like that.

She called out to him, but he was already halfway to his car. Her heart started to pound, a cold knot of dread forming in her stomach.

“Rafe!”

She called, jogging after him. He didn’t look back. By the time she reached the car, he was slamming the door shut with a force that echoed through the quiet street. Without thinking, Y/N grabbed the handle and yanked the door open just as he was starting the engine. She could hear the engine rev, and the headlights cut into the darkness as his hands gripped the wheel. “Rafe, please wait,” she said, her voice shaky,

“I- I was just being polite.”

“Get in the fucking car.”

He didn’t even look at her, his voice flat and laced with venom. Her heart pounded harder, her hands trembling as she slid into the seat, buckling her seatbelt as quickly as she could. She could feel his anger radiating off of him, thick and suffocating. He wasn’t going to let this go easily. As he slammed his foot on the gas, the car jolted forward, tires screeching against the pavement. Y/N’s grip tightened on the handle of the door, the fear mounting inside her. The street passed in a blur as they drove down the road, and Y/n couldn't stop herself from gazing over at the speedometer,

“Rafe… slow down,”

She said, her voice shaky but firm. She could hear his heavy breathing beside her, his knuckles white as he gripped the wheel. “You think that shit was funny?” His voice was low, seething.

“You think you're funny, huh? Talking to him like that?”

Her stomach twisted as she realized what was happening- he was high. She could see the haze in his eyes, the way his pupils were dilated. The anger was consuming him, and she was at the center of it. “Rafe, please,” she said softly, trying to calm him down.

“I was just talking to him. I didn’t do anything wrong, you know I’d never-”

“-no,” he interrupted, his voice cold and sharp.

“You were being a cheating fucking whore.”

Y/N’s chest tightened, the sting of his words cutting deep, but she wasn’t surprised anymore. He’d said things like this before. He always did when he was angry or high. Still, hearing it from him again hurt like hell. Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them away.

“I wasn’t—”

“The way you smiled at him? The way you touched his arm?”

“I didn’t touch him, Rafe”

She responded, voice rising. She bit the inside of her lip, she’d never touched the boy, she knew she didn’t. She cautiously looked at him, he looked enraged, that almost psychotic look in his eye, she knew exactly why he was imagining her actions, exactly why his pupils were so blown.

“Bullshit,” he growled.

“I saw it.”

His laughter cut through the car like a blade, dark and humorless.

“I do everything for you, and this is what I get?”

His voice was shaking now, not with sadness, but rage. His knee bounced restlessly, fingers drumming against the wheel in a twitchy, coked-up rhythm. He was spiraling, completely lost in his own head.

“You’re so fucking ungrateful, Y/N. Do you even realize what I do for you? Huh? DO YOU!?”

Her throat was tight, hands trembling in her lap.

“I keep you safe, I give you everything I have.”

He let out another sharp laugh, shaking his head.

“And you just—what? Smile at some random guy like I don’t fucking exist?”

He sniffed sharply, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. His pupils were still blown wide, making his normally piercing blue eyes look dark and dangerous. He was wired, running too hot, unable to slow down.

“You like the attention, huh? That’s it, makes you feel good? You like making me look like a fucking idiot?”

Y/N opened her mouth, but he didn’t give her a chance to speak and he angrily spat out.

“Because that’s what you did, Y/N. You made me look fucking stupid.”

His voice was shaking now, but not from hurt. From rage. From pure, untamed fury.

The speedometer climbed and the road outside the window blurred. The car shot forward, and her heart slammed in her chest. She could see a deer in the distance, its eyes glowing in the headlights.

Her stomach dropped.

“Rafe, slow down, you're gonna hit it,” she pleaded, voice rising in panic.

“Yeah? So what?”

He didn’t slow down. She could feel the terror creeping into her chest as she began to beg.

“Stop, Rafe, please- what are you doing?”

But instead of slowing down, he pushed the pedal harder. The car sped towards the deer, and Y/N’s heart raced, her breath catching in her throat.

“Stop! Please—”

At the last second, she reached out and grabbed the wheel, swerving the car to avoid the deer. The tires screeched in protest, the car veering off course. She could feel the panic and adrenaline coursing through her veins as Rafe’s hand jerked the wheel back into control; the range rover came back onto the road, but the air was thick with fear. She was crying now, her hands trembling, and her voice was barely a whisper.

“Please, Rafe. . . you're scaring me.”

He didn’t answer at first, the tension in the car suffocating, until he suddenly slammed on the brakes. The car jerked to a sudden stop, throwing Y/N forward so hard that her seatbelt snapped tight across her chest, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her hands flew to the dashboard, bracing herself against the impact. Her ears were ringing. Her heart was racing. The silence that followed was suffocating. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she turned, terrified, to look at Rafe.

He sat completely still, hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles were bone white. His chest heaved, his nostrils flaring with every sharp inhale and his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might shatter. She could feel the rage rolling off him in waves. She whispered, voice barely there.

“You’re scaring me.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose.

And then- he moved the action so sudden it made her breath hitch. His hand shot out so fast she didn’t have time to react. Fingers wrapped around her jaw, hard. Y/N gasped, her head snapping toward him as he forced her to look at him. His grip was bruising, his fingers digging into her skin.

“Don’t ever- ever -fucking do that again, d’you understand me?”

He growled, his breath heavy and uneven. Her heart thudded in her chest, fear and adrenaline mixing with the sting of his touch. She couldn’t stop herself from trembling, the tears streaming down her face now. She nodded frantically, the words caught in her throat.

“I said” he repeated, his voice cold and booming in the silence of the car

“D’YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!?”

“Yes- yes! I hear you”

Y/N barely managed a nod, the words caught in her throat as she whimpered out. He let go of her face with a sharp shove, his anger still simmering beneath the surface, her head snapped back against the seat, leaving her gasping for air. Her hands trembled in her lap, fingers digging into the soft fabric of her dress as she tried to steady her breathing.

And then—

BANG

His fist slammed against the steering wheel.

Y/N flinched.The sound echoed through the car, raw and violent.

“You fucking embarrass me like that again, I swear to God—”

He cut himself off, breathing heavily, Y/N sat frozen, her heart hammering, her body still trembling. He exhaled harshly, running a hand through his hair before a small sound rang out in the thick air of the car.

The click of his seatbelt.

He leaned over towards her causing her to stiffen and soon the slow creak of the glove compartment opening was heard. A rush of nausea hit Y/N’s stomach, her body locking up as the air turned suffocatingly thick around her. Her pulse pounded in her ears. She didn’t want to look- she knew she shouldn’t look but she did and that was when she saw it.

The gleam of cold metal in the dim light.

Her breath hitched so sharply it felt like a blade to her lungs. A noise- small, fragile- escaped the back of her throat, but it barely filled the silence. The fear was instant.

Crippling.

Her fingers dug into the seat, her nails pressing so hard into the leather she thought they might tear through. She knew she should move, open the door of the car and just get out, but her throat had closed up, her body locked in place by something deeper than terror- helplessness.

Rafe didn’t even look at her at first.

He sat there, fingers running over the handle of the gun like it was something precious, something sacred. The weight of it in his palm seemed to calm him, his chest rising and falling in an almost steady rhythm. His expression was unreadable and then- he turned his head, eyes met hers with that cold, calculated look. The kind that made her stomach drop, the kind that told her he wasn’t just trying to scare her. The gun was heavy in his grip, the black steel gleaming under the glow of the dashboard lights. It looked too big, too real, like something that shouldn’t belong in a moment like this.

Then- he clicked the safety off.

The sound sent a jolt through her body and a small, broken sob tore from her throat, her entire frame shaking as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. But Rafe? He barely blinked, his movements were slow.

Deliberate.

She hoped that he was just trying to intimidate her, scare her so she would shut up, but when he raised the gun her prayers stopped. Her stomach plummeted and a desperate, breathless noise pushed from her lips, her body tensing so hard it hurt, but she still couldn’t move.

The barrel of the gun was cold when it pressed against her forehead.

Her breath stopped. The pressure was light, almost teasing, but it was enough to make her entire world stop spinning.

Rafe studied her.

Watched the way her body locked up, how her chest barely rose, how her lips parted just slightly- like she was afraid even breathing too hard would set him off, it was as though he enjoyed it. Some sick and twisted part of him liked having control over her, having her so powerless.

His thumb brushed lazily over the trigger.

“I do everything for you”

He murmured, voice low. Soft. Almost gentle. It was like he wasn’t holding a loaded gun against her forehead, like he wasn’t watching her fall apart right in front of him.

“And this is what I get?”

Her bottom lip trembled, but she didn’t dare move, didn’t dare blink, she was so terrified.Tears slipped down her cheeks, her vision blurring, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. She wanted to beg him, to scream in his face, to move and run.

But she couldn’t.

Rafe tilted his head, still watching her, eyes following the tears that slid steadily down her cheeks, some dripping off of her chin, others rolling down her neck. Studying her, he pressed the cold metal against her skin slightly harder.

“Tell me who owns you.”

Her stomach twisted violently as he opened his mouth. The words sent a deep, horrible kind of dread crawling down her spine, settling in her bones like lead. She tried to breathe past it, but her lungs weren’t working. Her hands clawed at the seat, desperate for something- anything- to ground her, but there was nothing. Rafe’s thumb brushed over the trigger again and her breath hitched sharply.

“Say it”

He ordered, yet his voice was ironically calm. Cold. Y/N’s lip quivered, but her mouth wouldn’t move. Her throat was so tight she could barely choke out the words.

“You do”

She finally whispered her voice shaking. Rafe’s lips twitched. A slow, satisfied smirk curled at the corners as her wide pleasing eyes looked at him.

“That’s right.”

And just like that—

The gun disappeared.

Like it was never there in the first place.

is it bad I lowkey have a thing for psycho season 2 Rafe...

part 2