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cinnamon rolls

thinking about househusband!sukuna who can't get a job due to his criminal history and his aggressive and violent nature, who stays home and does house chores and everything else in between for his beautiful wife, the bread winner.

he one day goes out with his friends–which he rather die than consider them his friends, and they jokingly tell him he should do something sweet for his wife.

"you should make her cinnamon rolls."

"hah?"

"cinnamon rolls! but instead of the frosting you should use your cum! but don't tell her, see if she'll notice, maybe she'll like them better than normal ones." gojo snickers.

"you think i'll do some stupid shit like that?"

"why not? too old to have enough in the tank for some cinnamon rolls?"

who would he be if he didn't prove gojo satoru wrong?

"why does it smell so sweet?" you had just come home from work, the first thing you noticed was the smell of cinnamon and sugar wafting in the air.

"sukuna?"

kicking off your heels, you walked into the kitchen to see househusband!sukuna shirtless, with sweat trickling down his neck and a few trails down his muscular back.

"woman," he turns his neck, facing you before turning his entire body, revealing a glass bakeware with freshly baked cinnamon rolls and frosting. "try this."

you walked over to him, staring at the cinnamon rolls in his hands with an eyebrow raised.

"you don't bake."

"do you want them or not?" he huffed, "these are special, ya'know? so appreciate 'em."

"of course i appreciate them." you rolled your eyes.

swiping your finger through the frosting, picking up some of the sugar and cinnamon mixture with it, househusband!sukuna felt his cock twitch against his sweatpants at the sight of you putting your finger into your mouth as you looked up at him, sucking the frosting off of your finger.

"mmh! yummy!" you beamed innocently, taking more onto your finger and sucking on it, keeping eye contact with the tattooed man. "i can't wait to have a piece after dinner, love."

househusband!sukuna could feel his cock getting harder at the sight, but as he was about to tell you the frosting was his cum, you pressed your lips onto his cheek and turned around, walking into your shared room.

"you should make me more of that, 'kuna! the frosting is so good, it's not too sweet, it's a little salty, but the cinnamon and the sugar compliments it."

i guess there's nothing wrong with not telling you that househusband!sukuna spent an hour and a half fucking his hand to the homemade videos the two of you have made to have enough to cover all nine cinnamon rolls. if you're gonna want more, he's gonna need more videos... a win is a win.

notes: a lot of people i see are being accused of copying other bloggers and stuff, so before any of that happens– i remember reading something similar to this a while ago, like A WHILE ago, and it was so long ago, but i cannot for the life of me remember, so if you guys know who wrote this concept first, pls LET ME KNOW!!!!

⋆cvntybrat 2025. DO NOT repost, copy, translate or steal any of my works.

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"i fucked up."

"......why does it feel like blood is pouring down my face."

"because blood is pouring down your face."

now when you told your boyfriend that you had experience doing piercings, you were not lying,

but you never claimed to be good.

"holy fucking shit." sukuna gapes at the sight of himself in your mirror. there's dark ribbons of blood streaming down his face and a needle pierced through his- you've got to be joking.

"wrong fucking eyebrow, dickface." your mouth falls open as you realize his left was your right, and you did indeed stick a needle through the wrong side.

"let's just do both." he's sassier than usual as he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he falls back against the chair you sat him in.

"yeah, as if. just put the damn shit in." his leg bounces wildly between yours, hands crossed over his chest, clenching and unclenching as he resists the urge to squeeze your ass even when being pissed with you.

you're not much better, intentionally shoving your tits in his face, hidden by nothing but a band tee. you can literally feel him staring despite you playing with metal in his face and the quick breaths of pain and pleasure against your nipples aren't doing good for either of you.

having finally got the ball screwed on, you take a step back to clean his face, not prepared for how unbelievably sexy he looks with another metal bar in his face and pools of blood flowing down his skin.

"holy mother of-"

"clean this shit up."

sukuna's glad you're too busy pouting while wiping his soft skin clean to notice how his lips curled at you shamelessly gawking and how hard it made his dick.

you're an idiot and he's an even bigger one for letting you do his piercings and loving you. he's never been one for romance but your relationship was like nothing he's ever experienced. he didn't know how fun it would be to be in love with your best friend and get to fuck them too.

there's a throbbing feeling that isn't just in his eyebrow now and he knows he's fucked.

"i hope that's your wallet pressing into my thigh."

"shut the fuck up and take your pants off already."

omg excuse me. i love pierced up sukuna and i miss my boyfriend and im bored at work. have this weird shit inspired by real life events.....

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get freaky on camera // satoru gojo

𓂃୨ৎ you’re an onlyfans creator frustrated with bad partners, so you jokingly ask your best friend to help film content... and he’s game.

𓂃୨ৎ pairing. afab!reader x best friend!satoru gojo

𓂃୨ৎ content. mdni. friends-with-benefits, domestic fluff, filming, oral (f and m receiving), praise kink, creampie, shower sex, aftercare

best friend!satoru’s been your closest friend forever, with that messy white hair and blue eyes that make everyone stare. one day at his place, you complain about not finding enough good partners for your onlyfans and you joke, “maybe you should help me film some content.” you laugh, but he grins, leaning forward, “let’s do it.”

best friend!satoru’s game immediately and sets the ground rules over pizza, “we fuck for your fans, keep it professional, no strings.” you’re hesitant, “just for content, right?” he nods, “just for content.” but you both know that’s not true.

best friend!satoru who you shoot your first video with him that night, pushing your pizza away and abandoning the movie that was playing as you straddle his lap, his kisses hot down your neck. “fuck, you’re so hot—let’s give ‘em a show,” he says, filming as you ride him and fuck, he’s good, hitting every spot and you moan louder than you ever have with any other partner.

best friend!satoru who checks the video after, smirking at the views pouring in. “told you we’d kill it,” he says, replaying the part when you’d cum on his cock over and over and you’re flushed, “it’s just the angle.” he laughs, “don’t get shy now, babe. we’re hot and the fans love it.” you shove him, but he’s right—the chemistry’s insane, and the fans really love it.

best friend!satoru who suggests a blowjob video next because “fans love that shit.” he guides you down, “lick slow—fuck, yeah, like that.” and he’s so vocal, “shit, baby, you’re so good—look up at me.” and then films you taking him deep, moaning, “fuck yeah, babe.” and then cums down your throat so hard, the phone’s nearly slipping from his grasp as his orgasm ripples through him.

best friend!satoru who eats you out so good you almost forget you are filming for your only fans. his tongue’s between your legs and you’re gettin’ wetter by the second, thighs tremblin’, but he’s taking his sweet time until you pull at his hair and urge him, “fuck, satoru! make me cum already!” and he’s loving every second of it.

best friend!satoru’s softer after the shoot, surprising you with how gentle he can be. he grabs a warm towel, “you okay, superstar?” he makes you tea and tucks a blanket around you. “you’re acting like my boyfriend now,” you tease, but he smirks, “nah, just the best co-star you’ll ever have—nobody’s taking care of you like me.”

best friend!satoru who you do a content marathon with one lazy weekend. fucks you in every position—missionary, doggy, you on top, him on top, you name it. “fuck, baby—taking me so well.” he’s relentless, cumming three times but still hard, “gonna ruin you for everyone else.” you’re exhausted but don’t stop, he’s fucks you so good it’s addicting.

best friend!satoru’s basically living at your place—filming, fucking, chilling. picks your lingerie, “this’ll make ‘em drool—you’re so hot in it.” off-camera, he’s cooking you dinner, “can’t let my star go hungry.” you laugh, “you’re way too into this.” he shrugs, “damn right—you’re the hottest thing on the internet, and i’m the lucky guy making it happen.” his hands linger, and you don’t pull away.

best friend!satoru who fucks you in the shower against the tiles for a new video, water streaming, phone catching every drip, “fuck, you’re so tight,” he says, fucking you hard and cums so deep inside, kissing your cervix with every thrust. “that’s the money shot.” and films how his cum is dripping between your legs. after, he’s kissing your wet skin, “you’re too fucking good, babe.”

best friend!satoru who texts you at 3 a.m., “thinking of my favorite girl—wanna film?” shows up with your favorite sugary drink, “only the best for you, babe.” you catch him staring when you’re just chilling afterwards, eyes warm. “satoru, this is just content, right?” you ask, voice small. “sure,” he says but it doesn’t sound true, and you’re starting to crave his presence, not just his dick.

best friend!satoru’s been your only onlyfans partner for months, ever since you realized nobody else could fuck like him or make you cum so much. you used to film with others, but now it’s just satoru, and the way he looks at you—like you’re more than content—makes your heart skip.

best friend!satoru who got you pinned on his bed, clothes already off, when you realize—shit, you forgot to hit record. “satoru, the camera,” you gasp, but he’s kissing you hard, “fuck the camera—need you now.” you don’t stop him; he’s too good, cock sliding in deep, hitting spots that make you see stars. “moan for me, just me,” he says, and it’s raw, intense—better than any filmed scene.

best friend!satoru’s different after that night. he’s over at your place, not for a shoot, just to hang—ordering takeout and binging a shitty rom-com. “you’re fucking gorgeous even in sweats,” he says, tugging you onto his lap. you tease, “no camera today?” he shrugs, “don’t need it.” he kisses you soft, no rush, and you’re starting to wonder why this feels so normal.

best friend!satoru’s acting like your boyfriend now, and you’re not fighting it. he’s over all the time, not just for shoots—cooking you pancakes, you stealing his hoodie, him calling you “babe” in that low voice that makes you melt. you’re holding hands, sharing lazy kisses, and it’s couple shit—brushing teeth together, him carrying you to bed. “you’re my favorite everything,” he says, and it’s too real.

best friend!satoru who’s quieter one night, sitting on your balcony with you, city lights below. he’s holding your hand, unusual for his cocky self. “babe, i gotta say something,” he starts, eyes serious. “i don’t want you filming with anyone else—fuck, i don’t want anyone else near you. be mine, exclusive—my girlfriend.” and you’ve never been more happy in your life.

best friend!satoru’s your boyfriend now, and it shows—he’s louder, prouder. you film a new video, “my girlfriend’s the fucking hottest,” he says on camera, fucking you deep and hard. “nobody takes me like you,” he groans, loving how you feel around his cock, the way you moan and scream his name. “love you,” and he’s thrusting harder.

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★ asking roommate!sukuna if you can sleep with him because you’re scared

“no.”

the door slams in your face, grazing your nose ever so slightly. you don’t know what you were expecting when you knocked at 2am — maybe you weren’t thinking at all. the booming thunder outside was dizzying and your feet raced you out of your room and down the hall in record speed before you could even process the rattling of your bones. 

you knock again. the door swings open. he is not happy. 

sukuna’s sporting a scowl, piercings glinting from the hallway light, as he glares down at you. he’s shirtless and wearing boxers that hang low on his hips, revealing sharp angles and thick lines of ink. on any other occasion, you would have swooned to yourself but now’s not the time. 

“please, s’kuna. i can’t sleep on my own like this.”

his brow quirks up. “and that’s my problem because?”

fuck. 

he’s not listening. you can’t even blame him — it’s late and he’s already warned you he’s not the sweet type, that you shouldn’t treat him like a boyfriend, and he doesn’t cuddle so unless you’re up for spreading your legs, you should keep your distance. but you thought since you guys have been having dinner together, going out for errands, and even building inside jokes that he might feel inclined to do you a little favour. 

“y-yeah, you’re right. sorry.” you jolt when the next rumble sends the apartment swaying. “oh! fuck. just…sorry. night.”

scrambling back, you clutch yourself tight, resenting the shudders running through you, like the storm has wormed its way in and is eating you from the inside. 

“ah!”

two huge arms wrap around you, lifting you up, back, and tossing you onto a bed. you bounce once. twice. sukuna makes an exasperated noise and runs his hand through his hair. “you’re an annoying little shit. you better not snore or i’m kicking you out.”

then, he’s climbing in behind you, lying on his stomach, faced buried in his pillow and paying you no mind. you’re in his bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like you’ve been here before and will be again. it did occur to you that things might get awkward, but the way he’s not even the slightest bit tense and letting you hike up the covers over both of you even though he runs hot tells a different story. 

minutes pass by, you still can’t sleep. the storm is suffocating. just as your eyes flutter shut, a flash of lightning breaches the blanket of his curtains and a fierce roaring follows shortly after, shaking the bed frame. shit.

“quit shivering. can’t fucking sleep when you’re on vibration mode.”

“sorry.”

he opens one eye to judge you. “you scared of a little thunder? embarrassing.”

“yeah.”

grunting, he mutters something, as if scolding himself and throws an arm around you. sukuna rolls you two over so he’s on his back and you’re on his chest. he’s warm and hardened with muscles, yet you melt into him as if he’s a teddy bear. he smells nice too. 

you’re rendered confused, unable to reconcile his actions with the relevance to anything that had transpired in the last ten minutes. but…you hear it. or rather, you don’t. his body is shielding you from the sounds outside, distracting your senses with the feel of him, bare, against you. the thunders are washed away by the beating of something inside his chest.

quietly, you quip, feeling the need to cover up the heat rising to your cheeks, “i didn’t know you had a heart.”

sukuna scoffs. “yeah, neither. now shut up, don’t want to deal with your grumpy ass in the morning.”

maybe you are closer than you thought. though you won’t bring that up to him, knowing how defensive he gets. unspoken and subtle, you’re content with the way he shows his loyalty. it’s sincere and consistent and that’s all that matters.

so, you find yourself falling asleep dreaming of a fire engulfing you, drowning all else away, and laying a gentle kiss on your head. 

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all the other women in your gardening club were so incredibly jealous of you.

it had started off when you were showing them a photo of some fresh strawberries that you grew. the photo was of around 16 perfect looking, freshly washed strawberries placed on top of a cloth inside a basket... and the basket was being held by your husband, satoru.

it was a simple photo, satoru had a cute face, not looking at the camera but instead, was looking down at the fresh fruit, impatiently waiting to eat them.

your fellow club members gawked and smiled widely at your photo.

"wowh! what a beauty!"

"how perfect!"

you smiled in pride as your club members complimented the photo of your stawberries, unaware that they were staring only at satoru and his annoyingly handsome face.

the next instance was when you had shown them photos of your perfect, weedless garden.

"wowh! what weed killer do you use?" one of the older women exclaimed in shock.

"ohh ahah!" you smiled "i don't use any weed killers, we have a dog in the house and i'm afraid he might sniff the toxins, so i pick out the small ones by myself, and i ask my husband to get the bigger ones for me"

"ah... you're so lucky, [name].. my husband is far too chubby to easily pick out the large weeds..."

"your husband listens to you, just like that? i wish my husband would do that.. if i ever asked, he'd complain and whine like a baby"

the last was when your car broke down and had to stay in maintenance for a few days. satoru dropped you off to your gardening club that saturday.

when you walked in, all the ladies' heads snapped over to see satoru.

".. he's even more handsome in person.."

"he's sooo dreamy.."

"look at his biceps..."

you turned around, going on your tiptoes to kiss him goodbye. satoru placed his hand on your waist, leaning in to pull you into his hungry mouth. you pulled away, much to his dismay, satoru tried to pepper more kisses on your face, but you quietly told him to stop, causing him to pout.

"... and he's so inlove with her too..."

"what a loving man.."

"... i hope [name] knows how lucky she is."

those other ladies whispered among themselves before you gave satoru another kiss farewell before turning around and greeting your club members. satoru lingered around the doorway for another minute, watching you with a gentle smile before forcing himself to turn around and leave.

that alone made the ladies expel any thoughts of seducing him to cheat on you... it was too late. He was too deeply in love, and much to their dismay, they understood clearly why he was so obsessed with you.

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fratboy!rafe && gumdrop!reader bantering over clothes…

“the fuck are you wearing, princess?” rafe drawled as he spun you around to face him, confusion tugging at his features as he assesses the ‘betty boop’ t shirt that fits snugly over your torso.

you scowl, stepping back from him with your hands on your hips, not bothering to hide the shirt that most would see as a childish abomination. “a shirt.” you deadpan, attitude in every little aspect of your voice. “and don’t call me princess, that’s weird.”

“you’re weird, that’s a shirt, but d’you steal it from a little kid or what?” his fingers close around your arm again, tugging you closer to him and away from the drunk and dancing bodies.

“betty boop isn’t for kids!” you declare, watching as he rolls his eyes and drags you off to some secluded corner of the party.

“like hell it isn’t, she looks like a fuckin’ cherry! it’s a cartoon princess, ‘s for kids!” he argues over the noise, sitting on the couch on the backyard porch, tugging you down next to him. you tuck your legs under your thighs, body angled towards him as a cuts clean lines of white snow on the glass table.

“trust me rafe, betty boop was not a normal child cartoon, that crap got banned,” you mumble, refusing his offer of taking one of the lines he’s prepared in front of himself, instead opting for a lollipop in your short’s pocket.

“banned? what for? wait- wait, don’t tell me it got banned for three year olds because she was wearing i dunno makeup, but it got approved for five year olds?” he chuckles, voice slow as the powder hits him, pointing his finger in your direction.

you swat his hand away after you unwrap your lollipop, sticking it in your mouth and shaking your head. “nope, banned for having inappropriate stuff.”

“no shit? my kind of cartoon,” he mutters, glancing at your shirt again. “in that case, get a better shirt next time, that one’s hardly inappropriate.” the grin on his face is insufferably contagious as you fight the smile tugging on your face.

“shut up. idiot.” you mumble as he leans back, hooking his arm around your neck and dragging you closer to him.

“such a fuckin’ weirdo, princess,” he murmurs into your hair.

“hm i know you are, wearing your cap like a dumbass,” you quip back, hand plucking his cap off his head, and settling it on your own. he shakes his head at the combination, the navy blue a stark contrast to the soft pink of your denim shorts and shirt, which looks like you made a few questionable turns in a target. “and stop calling me princess,” you reiterate.

“i’m not wearin’ my cap like a dumbass, your whole outfit is dumb,” he defends, snatching his cap back and putting it on backwards as he does. “an’ i’m gonna keep callin’ you princess.”

“nope, it is dumb,” you say decidedly, turning his cap to face the front. rafe sighs, running a hand over his face and giving up on fighting you. buzzing from the coke or not, you could beat him in any of these back and forth races anyday. you were far too bored, weird and uninterested to lose. emphasis on weird.

nonetheless, weird or not, you were his.

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𓆝 𓆟 aquamarine 𓇼 gf!reader x bf!rafe

“you’ve been watching me for ten minutes, rafe. either get in or go back to sulk on your balcony.”

his silhouette doesn’t flinch. just stands there, three stories up, leaning on the railing like he’s trying to decide whether to jump—or fuck. moonlight drips down his skin like oil, catching on the angular sharpness of his jaw and the mess of sun-bleached curls that never quite stay tamed. his drink dangles from two fingers, melting ice clinking as he finally sets it down and walks inside.

you wait, floating—letting the warmth of the pool cradle your bare skin as you trail your fingers through the water like lazy ribbons. his pool is heated year-round, unnecessarily decadent, and right now it feels like you're swimming in liquid silk. your hair is wet, stuck to the curve of your neck and shoulder, your breasts breaking the surface with each slow glide. you know what you’re doing.

you hear the patio doors slide open as he steps out barefoot, still in his linen shorts and the expensive, sleeveless button-down he never buttons all the way. his eyes are molten now, locked on your body, watching the way the light reflects off your thighs.“you’re not gonna get out until i taste salt on my tongue, baby.”

you purr, “so poetic…are you drunk already, cameron?”

he doesn’t answer you, instead just watches as you backstroke across the pool, laughing softly to yourself as you feel the burn of his gaze trailing down your spine.

he moves, quickly strips; one muscle at a time, peeling that shirt off his broad chest and letting it flutter to the stone. then the shorts, dropped with no shame, cock bobbing against the dark line of hair trailing down his stomach.

your throat tightens along with your cunt.

he steps in, not breaking eye contact. the water laps at his thighs, then his hips, until he’s under too, moving toward you like some sea-beast that’s caught the scent of blood.

his arms come around you under the surface, rough palms finding your waist as his mouth brushes your ear. “wanna drown in you, pretty.”

you inhale sharply, heartbeat stuttering. “that’s dramatic, even for you.”

“and you’re still naked in my pool... that's a little filthy, even for you.”

“you like me wet..don’t act brand new.”

he laughs, rough and hot, and presses his forehead to yours. “actually i like you ruined.”

“you trying to ruin me, rafe?”

“baby, i already did.”

your breath catches. your arms slide around his neck, your fingers threading into the wet curls at the nape of his neck. you tilt your head, lips brushing his, teasing. “you think a few good fucks mean you own me?”

“hm no,” he murmurs, hands sliding down to squeeze your ass under the water. “but this thing between us? it’s not just fucking. you know that, right?”

“then what is it?”

his cock presses hot and hard against your stomach, his mouth drags along your jaw. he doesn’t answer with words. just a sweet kiss against your lips.

your laugh is soft, tilting your hips forward, feel his cock twitch when it slides against your belly. “maybe i missed you.”

he just stares at you like he’s trying to figure out if you’re serious—or not. you decide for him. wrap your legs around his waist and pull his mouth back to yours. it’s messy while water splashing as he backs you into the side of the pool. your bodies grind together, your cunt slick and aching against the length of his cock.

he breaks the kiss just long enough to bite at your shoulder. “say it again.”

“what?”

“say my name..say it like you did when i had you bent over the kitchen island last week.”

“rafe—”

he groans, deep and sharp, one hand fisting your hair as his hips grind against you with more force. “say it like you mean it.”

“rafe. fuck—rafe, please.”

“that’s my girl.”

he lifts you higher, water streaming off your skin, mouth latching onto your nipple while he drags the thick head of his cock along your pussy. he doesn’t even push in and yet your body’s already begging for him, clenching around nothing.

“you’re gonna let me fuck you right here, huh?” he mutters against your chest. “in the same pool where you said you weren’t ready to move in yet?”

you gasp, nails digging into his back. “fuck you—”

“that’s the idea.”

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─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or him seeing you with someone else.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ i might be posting another chapter in a few days hehe,,, i've been thinking about making a post about the kind of outfits this reader wears, lmk if you'd be interested!!

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

YOU: you there? sent at 10am YOU: i miss talking to you. sent at 1pm YOU: i'm booooreeeed :( sent at 4pm YOU: sorry if i'm bothering you :) sent at 6pm YOU: sry i'll stop now!!! sent at 8pm YOU: i miss you... sent two minutes ago YOU: sorryyy, im a bit tips. sent now

you frowned as you looked down at your phone. everything felt like shit. emilia was off to talk with rafe, and you could see vivian making out with topper, the boy's back pressed against the tree, everyone else having someone to talk to, or even be in the presence of. everyone except for you, and the pitiful plastic cup that consisted of 75% vodka, 10% of some random punch and 15% of diet coke in your hand.

"am i pathetic?" you asked the fire blazing in front of you, taking a long chug from your mug. you already knew the answer. the guy you possibly liked was ignoring you, meanwhile everyone else was shoving their tongues down each other's throats. it felt like you were the only person in the universe.

"probably." a voice appeared next to you, nearly making you choke on your drink. you looked to your left side as you coughed, trying to get rid of the itch in your throat, seeing that someone had pulled up a chair right next to yours, making your eyes widen.

"who-" you coughed, "are you?" you held your breath, hoping that it'd help, only for the boy to bend you forward slightly, slapping your back a few times, "breathe in." he commanded, and you did so, "breathe out."

after a few more times of doing that, you started to feel slightly better, able to finally speak without having to cough. "thanks..." you said softly, "uh, who are you?"

"i'm dodge." the dark-haired boy flashed you a smile, "can i ask you, what's your name, and why do you think you're pathetic?"

you told him your name, taking a moment to think of an answer to his second question, "well... all of my friends have someone they're with right now. one of my friends is with a guy she swears she hates but ends up getting with all the time, and another is with a guy who i'm pretty sure has a crush on her."

"then just go and mingle." the dark-haired boy shrugged, like talking to people was the easiest thing in the world. for a lot of people, it was. not you. "drunk people love socializing. someone would probably be willing to listen their ear off about… the history of cars, or something."

"i'm terrible at it. i swear, i'd accidentally end up offending them in some way." you shook your head, "i have pretty bad anxiety. i see a large group of people and it's like... i stop functioning." "you're in a large group of people right now. look around." you did as dodge said, chuckling as you looked around the clearing. you were surrounded by people. couples making out, people hanging out in groups, people by the fire... yet you didn't feel as anxious as you always do.

"i take beta blockers, and since alcohol is a depressant, it relieves my anxiety and lowers my inhibitions, meaning-" "-that you'll feel good after a few drinks but if you keep drinking more, you'll start to go down and eventually feel like crap." the boy finishes your sentence for you, and you cock your head to the side with a slight smile, "you're a lot smarter than most frat boys."

"and you're a lot smarter than most pathetic people." "i take it back," you nudge dodge to his side, "you're awful." "i think you like it." he grinned. "only because my inhibitions are lowered by alcohol." you rolled your eyes, "but tomorrow i'm gonna have the worst case of hangxiety and avoid you like the plague." "you're a cruel woman."

you laughed, shaking your head and looking to the fire, taking an absentminded sip of your drink, "y'know, people tell me that i'm smart, but for some reason, i've never really been able to figure out why i feel different than others." "well, how are you different?" "to the people around me… it seems to come so easily to just talk to people. to connect with someone. but i feel like i can't connect to people at all."

"i mean, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses." the boy shrugged, "you're bad at socializing but i bet you're good at other things." "well, there's one thing i can tell you're not good at, dodge." "oh yeah? what's that?" the boy raised his brows in amusement, "pep talks."

MEANWHILE...

emilia sat down onto the chair next to rafe's, handing him a beer while taking a sip of her own. she leaned back on her chair, tsk'ing, "so, uh, why'd you wanna talk to me?" "oh." rafe chuckled under his breath, turning to her, "you just seem like a cool girl. a cool person."

"oh. thanks." emilia said with a tight smile, taking a long swig of her beer, "so, what are you into?" "mostly football and partying." he chuckled, "i do read sometimes, but don't go around telling that to people 'cause i'm probably gonna get shit on."

"i wont." emilia chuckled softly, "but one of my friends recommended this one bookstore to me. i can send you the address if you give me your number or your snapchat or kildareuchats user."

rafe tsked, "i would, but... i pretty much fucked up my phone this morning." "what? how? you drop it into the toilet or something?" emilia chuckled. "no, no." rafe shook his head humorously, "i fell into the water and didn't even realize it was in my pocket... it was a whole thing. now my phone is sitting in a bowl of rice."

"let's hope for the best." emilia chuckled, stretching her arms over her head, and that was when rafe noticed the logo on emilia's shirt, narrowing his eyes as he thought back to the list of music AnnabelLee had recommended.

fleetwood mac - rhiannon

"fleetwood mac." rafe said quietly, "what?" emilia asked, "fleetwood mac. on your shirt." the boy gestured to the cut-up shirt she was wearing, making emilia laugh, "oh, yeah. i borrowed it from my friend who's a big fan of them. i like them too, but she's obsessed with them. especially stevie nicks."

"who's your friend...?"

"oh, she's here with us." emilia says, looking around, until she finally spots you. and then rafe spots you, talking to another guy, a smile on your face and your body practically pressed against his side. you threw your head back in laughter, before focusing back on the boy you were with, leaning close to him. rafe tries to focus on emilia; AnnabelLee, the girl he's somehow fallen for without seeing her face or talking to her in person... but for some reason, he feels his his gut twisting whenever he thinks about the girl he'd talked to twice, a girl who pretty much got him thrown into a lake talking to another guy. flirting with another guy.

"can i... can i ask you a question?" rafe cleared his throat, "it might be a weird." "yeah, go ahead." emilia smiled, "does your friend have a cat?"

rafe's question made emilia chuckle, "that is a weird question." she stated, "but yeah, she does." emilia smiled at rafe, "her name is angel. she's white, but she has heterochromia. one of her eyes is blue and the other is green."

rafe's face went pale. white cat with one blue eye and one green eye... his mind went back to the one night when he'd gotten drunk and he'd asked you what the cat you'd told him lives with you in your dorm looked like.

she's white, fluffy and has one blue eye and one green eye. she's also a pain in the ass, but i still love her. when the puzzle pieces finally fell into position, rafe's head turned to where you'd been in record time.

only to find that you were no longer there.

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and then if you love me maybe a secret relationship office worker type deal with keigo <3333 (you do NAWT have to indulge me with this i just had two separate ideas for my two mains <3)

well duh ofc i do have to indulge u bc i love you <3

office worker!keigo // job fair

event m.list

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Toji Fushiguro

Summary: Toji is the baby's favorite... Right?

Warnings: Fluff

Discord +18 - Twitter - Ko-Fi - Bluesky

“Baba.” His sweet little girl calls out to him, and Toji fights back the biggest smile. He surely got lucky this time around. Megumi might adore his mommy more than anything, but his little girl? Oh, Toji is her favorite.

“I’m here, princess. Eat your fruit.” Toji tries to get the baby to eat her watermelon, but it seems that she’s had enough. She points her sticky fingers in the air, pointing to nothing. “What do you need, princess?”

“Baba!” She yells again, and Toji shakes his head as a laugh leaves his lips. Babies are so dumb. Just pointing at nothing and yelling as if they’ve seen a ghost.

“I’m here, baby. There’s nothing there.” He reassures his little girl, but she’s uneasy. It’s almost as if she’s searching for something… But she keeps yelling for Toji, and he’s right there in front of her. 

“Baba!” She continues, and Toji gives up. He grabs a piece of watermelon and brings it up to her lips. Luckily she takes a bite and continues to eat. Babies are weird. She’ll surely stop yelling for Toji once she’s finished eating.

She swallows her food, and before Toji can wipe her sticky chin, she yells, “Baba!”

“What is wrong with you?” He chuckles. From the corner of his eye he sees Megumi, finally coming out of his room.

“Daddy, I’m bored. Can I watch TV?” Megumi asks, making Toji look around. You’re nowhere near therefore rules don’t apply. As long as the kids are off his back, all is well.

“Baba! Baba!” The baby exclaims and Toji furrows his brows. She’s pointing at Megumi and calling out to him.

“Princess?” Toji asks, looking back and forth between the baby and Megumi. No… No! Toji is baba, not Megumi. All those times she calls to baba, she calls for Toji not her brother. “That’s brother, I’m baba. I’m baba. I’m dada, your daddy.”

“Baba!” Her screams become more desperate, clearly wanting her older brother to pick her up. Toji scoffs. As if. Megumi can’t pick up the chubby baby.

Toji sighs. The baby isn’t dumb at all. She just wasn’t calling out to him like he thought.

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HIT THE DUST

being the valedictorian of your class doesn’t change your boyfriend snobby attitude but he still loves you

ft. touya todoroki/dabi

contains: gn!reader, established relationship, lots of swearing

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“How many do you think is too many?” Is a too dangerous question to ask a greedy man like Satoru Gojo.

He’d keep you knocked up for as long as you’d allow it, and if you do allow it— for years to come, one after another. I just know he wants a huuuuge family, so many babies, as many as you’ll give him.

Gets to a point where your second daughter who’s no older than two gets confused when you’re not pregnant for once.

She clambers up the couch onto your lap, her tiny hands pawing at your stomach. And then she lifts the hem of your shirt, ducking her small head under, and then out, and then under again. A childlike concern furrows her wispy brows as she looks to you. “Mama, your tummy gone!”

Her innocent fretting warrants a surprised huff of laughter from you, but from across the living room, it cues a scheming, wickedly thrilled look from your husband.

He himself trudges over, lifting his legs high with every step as two of your other children clung to each of his calves like koalas to a tree trunk, squealing joyfully as he hauled them along.

There’s a genuinely bright grin as he lifts your daughter from your lap, the little girl beaming and giggling when he blew raspberries into her cheek.

“D’aww don’t look so frowny, cupcake,” He cooed as he lifted her overhead, sitting the now smiley girl atop his shoulders. All three of your littles were now tugging at some part of him with cheery expressions, whether it be his pants, shirt, or hair as he affirmed, “Mama’s tummy’ll come back.”

Satoru’s eyes shift to you now with a devious and knowing glint, loaded with implications that only you and him are privy to as he slyly adds, “won’t it, Mama?”

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“no one’s teaching you to kiss but me,” satoru declares, leaning close as you freeze on his couch, heart tripping over itself. he’s your best friend, always cocky, always protective, and right now, he’s dead serious, sprawled next to you, one arm slung over the cushions. you’d mentioned never kissing anyone properly.

“satoru, you’re joking,” you mumble, cheeks hot, but he shakes his head, white hair falling in his eyes. “nope. you think i’m letting some random fuck it up? c’mere.” he pats his lap, teasing, but there’s an edge to his voice, possessive. you hesitate, and he sighs, softer, scooting closer ‘til his thigh brushes yours. “trust me, yeah? i’ll make it good.”

you nod, nervous, and he cups your jaw, gentle but firm, tilting your face up. “relax,” he murmurs, breath warm, and then his lips are on yours, slow, soft, testing. you gasp, clumsy, and he chuckles against your mouth, pulling back just enough to whisper, “follow me, baby.” he kisses again, deeper, guiding you, tongue brushing your lips ‘til you open, letting him in, and you’re melting, hands grabbing his shirt.

“good girl,” he teases, and you whimper, chasing his lips when he pauses. he’s teaching, sure, but it’s more—his hand slides to your neck, thumb stroking, and he kisses you senseless, like he’s claiming you. “see? easy,” he pants, pulling back, eyes dark, a smug grin on his face. you’re flushed, breathless, wanting more, and he knows it, leaning in to nip your bottom lip.

“satoru,” you whisper, and he laughs, soft, kissing your forehead. “no one else gets to do this,” he says. “practice with me anytime.”

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CONNECTED!

desc ;; how can two best friends be connected forever?

tws & tags ;; best friend ! atsumu, nsfw, food sharing, vaginal, degredation, praise, impact play, slight daddy kink, breeding kink & begging

it started with an innocent question..

you're sprawled out upon his bed, laying on your stomach and scrolling on your phone, while best friend! atsumu does the same, except he is sat with his back against the headboard, and one of his arms stretched out behind his head, drawing attention to his flexing bicep in his black MSBY t-shirt.

you've spent the majority of the day hanging out, which you rarely get to do because he's so busy with practise and his contract with the jackals. but today was like a blast from the past, as you went on a run through the neighbourhood, talked shit and played videos games for hours like you used to. now you were both tired out and waiting for your delivery from onigiri miya to arrive.

but you were feeling peckish so you had a small bag of chips with you on the bed. plucking another one from the bag, you idly took a bite, and you were about to pop the rest into your mouth until atsumu leaned forward and snatched it right out of your hand and gobbled it up himself.

you gasp in horror, " 'tsumu! gross, you realise i already bit that one?"

atsumu quirked an eyebrow, but didn't avert his gaze from his phone screen. "so?" he grumbled through a mouthful of chip.

you saw his point. the two of you have been friends for so long, since before you could even properly remember. and he's been stealing and eating your food since the very beginning — and vice versa. without a care in the world as to whether the other's saliva was on it or not. usually you're quite weary about other people's germs, but with atsumu it was different since you're so familiar with each other and you know that neither of you have any oral illnesses. so what's the big deal if you eat something that's his mouth has already been on? you've already done so hundreds of times before.

but considering the sheer length of time you've known each other, the situation sparked a query in your mind. "we must share a lot of dna, huh?" you thought aloud.

atsumu halted chewing, and hesitantly looked up at you. "... what?"

"not in a genetic way! i just mean that we've been sharing food for so long. surely some of my dna must have incorporated itself into your system by now. maybe that's why you're so good at volleyball.." you suggested.

atsumu just stared back at you, dumbfounded. while you prattle on.

"i probably don't have as much of your dna in me, since i'm not a greedy food-stealer like you are." you tried to make a comment about his thieving habits, but atsumu seemed to be focussed on the wrong parts.

"that's not fair, is it?" he purrs with a smirk.

"what's not fair?"

"that you've not got any of me in you. like you said. even when we aren't together—"

"like when you are on the other side of the country competing in volleyball tournaments!" you add.

"yeah," he replies softly, "we're not really apart; i've still got a lot of you inside me. 'cos of that chip i just ate." you nod hesitantly in agreement, since he's got a good point but you can tell by the sinister glint in his eye that he's plotting something strange.

"but," he continues, "you've not got any of me in you. so how can we be connected?"

you blink. slowly, you take a chip from the bag and hand it to him. he takes a bite then gives it back to you and allows you to finish it with a smile. as you gulp, you declare profoundly, "there! now you're a part of me too."

atsumu tilts his head in amusement, and leans forward until his lips are mere inches from yours. "i think you can do better then that."

before you can even respond, his lips come crashing down against yours, and he captures you in a heated kiss. you're stiff at first due to this unexpected behaviour from who you thought was your friend, but there's something so addicting about the way his skin feels against yours. you let him guide you and soon you're melting into his touch, allowing your lips to weave together rhythmically, a small moan even slips past your defenses and rumbles against his mouth.

your basically sucking at each other's faces like deprived animals until he yanks himself away and rasps, "want something else inside you? something you can keep, angel?"

the moments after the faintest mewl of 'yes' escapes your mouth was a blur of atsumu lunging off the bed, readying himself at the other end and flipping your skirt up to rip your panties clean off in a matter of seconds. conveniently you were already in the perfect position, laid on your stomach with your ass hanging off the bed. all he really needed to do was spread those pretty legs and fix himself between them.

he rubbed at your folds with his fingers, and relished in your growing wetness. you could hear him groaning and thankfully for him, you couldn't see his obscene expression as his pupiled were stuck to your pussy. "fuck, such a pretty girl. where've you been hiding this?" he bit his lip, the mere sight of your delicious cunt alone was enough to get his cock throbbing his pants.

with no time to waste, he unzips his fly and smears his leaking tip across your hole, lubricating it further with his own precum. then, without warning, he thrusts himself inside your tight hole and gasps at the constricting sensation of your cunt suffocating his length. "damn, knew you'd be tight but— this is— fff.. fuck." he can barely get his words out. his thoughts were scrambled by your sweet walls clamping down on him like there were trying to keep him there.

his hands held onto your waist and his fingers dug into your soft skin. looks like he was giving you scars to keep too. due to his inability to move while your pussy was gripping onto him, your were allowed some time to adjust to his absurd length.

his girth shoved at your sensitive walls and it felt like he was pushing against your stomach too. he was just too much for your insides to handle, but it's not like there was anything he could do about it. plus, it didn't help that the stretch of your cunt to accomodate him was so euphoric and overwhleming, leaving you unable to form any more than a couple of slurred sentences, " 'tsumu, you're so big.. it's too much.."

"just need to take it, baby. i know you can." he reassured you in a low voice. you've never heard him quite so hoarse before; it was only feeding the growing pool of arousal between your thighs. his dick twitched eagerly within you and as soon as he bottomed out, he began to vigoursly thrust into you. piercing into your sopping hole at a rapid speed, despite how your walls desperately clung to him.

"atsumu!" you gasp, arching your back against the mattress as your fingers dug into the sheets beneath you, trying cope with the ecstasy coarsing through you from his thick girth. you weren't certain as to what was going on; a part of you still thought this was all one big overwhelming dream because of how surreal it felt.

you didn't understand what had overcome him. the two of you have been best friends since forever, and yeah, there was maybe a little bit of chemistry and flirtation before he left to join the black jackals, but any lingering feelings were shut down by the distance seperating you. never did you think he'd randomly get up and start frantically rearranging your guts on his bed. but fuck, it was a long time coming, you could feel the pent-up emotions behind each and every brutal thrust into your cunt. amplified by the lewd slapping of his balls against your sticky folds.

still, it confused you as to why he chose now to act on these feelings, and that manifesting through your feeble cries of, "why.. nghh— what're y'doing?" so weak and delicate, if it wasn't for your moans of delight and your hips instinctually rocking against his, atsumu might've thought you wanted him to stop (but that couldn't be any further from the truth.)

"sorry, (y/n).. couldn't— shit, hah, couldn't hold back anymore." he huffed out with his teeth grinding together, lips pulling into a wide smirk as he watches your tits bounce from the force of his cock. "gettin' too old for these games. and you're gettin' too hot for me to— mmph, to not do something 'bout it."

if it wasn't for the fact you were choking on your own moans from the way his length was splitting your poor pussy in half, you would've chuckled at his previous comment. you were both only in your twenties but he was claiming to be 'too old' for games.

but you kinda understood what he meant. being coy and play-flirting was cute in high school, but now it was time for you to come to terms with your feelings and act on them. you couldn't be more relieved that he took action; atsumu's dick working your needy insides was akin to receiving a long awaited massage, and finally undoing an strenuous knot that's been irrating you for ages. years, even.

"please keep going. i need you so fucking bad." you whined.

"drivin' me fucking crazy with this perfect pussy.." his jaw is clenched yet he spits onto his fingers and draws sloppy circles over your clit while he continues to ram into you. however, his pace grows sporadic and begins to faltered with each staggered breath he inhales. his eyes squeeze shut, "shit, angel, what've you done t'me? 'm close already.." his voice trails off, almost like he's losing steam until a final surge of lust-fuelled adrenaline shoots through him.

his eyes shoot open as his hips pick up the pace, piercing into your aching cunt even faster than they were previously, slamming all the way into your cervix repeatedly. "almost there. gonna fill up this little hole with all of me. that's what you want, huh?" deranged ramblings fall from his lips, while his brows are knitted together and his energy is focussed solely on ploughing into you, "you want me to leave a big mess in ya? so you keep apart of me forever. that what you want, slut? my cum dripping out of ya?"

your eyes screw shut at the intense sensation, and you bite down on the blankets in attempt to cope with it all. that is, until he delivers a harsh slap to your ass, which causes you gasp and squeal, "yes, 'tsumu! leave it inside me, please. all of it."

"you sound like such a whore." he chuckles, but only to conceal how badly that turns him on. he knows it's perverted, but there is just something so sexy about hearing his sweet friend beg for it like a desperate slut. it was humorously uncharacteristic. "ask again, baby. let me hear you, scream for daddy."

"i need you to— nghh, fuck! oh my god, i need you to cum in me. pleasee~." you pant, head spinning as he relentlessly pounds into your cunt, not faltering for even a split second. "i want you so bad.."

and that'll do it. your final breathless comment was enough to send him flying over the edge of his climax. one hand gripped your ass while the other held your thigh, and he heaved out a deep sigh as his thick load released from his tip and spurted into the safe confines of your pussy.

the warm sensation spread throughout your insides, like a sticky blanket coating your walls. it was beauitful, and there was no way he was going to let go just yet. not when your cunt was still gripping onto him; he wanted to savour it for as long as possible.

he leaned forward, and pressed gentle kisses across your spine and the nape of your neck, "you did so good.." you could feel him smile against your skin, as he whispered, "can you promise me something, doll?"

"mhm.."

"gonna keep that inside you?"

"of course." you hum, amused that he was still attached to what you were discussing earlier, "now we're connected."

"yeah." he nods, resting his head against your upper back and relaxing his frame against yours, "for a week, at least. then you'll have to visit me in osaka, and we can do this all again."

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how could they knoww..?

In which you give your boyfriend, reo mikage a handjob + blowjob while you’re at your parents place.

(mdni, smut, cursing enjoy!)

“are you sure you want to, pretty? what if your parents hear us?” were the first words that left you boyfriend reo’s mouth as you lean closer to him on the sofa while consistently and desperately caressing his stone hard dick through his pants.

“come onnn, they went upstairs like 30 minutes ago, and i think we can both admit that this movie is pretty boring” you say whining, trying to succeed in convincing him.

“well, i feel guilty doing it here since it’s your parents place and all, but i’ll do it anyway if you really want me too..” reo says finally giving in to the temptation in your eyes. “but we can’t go too far, and we’ll have to be quick”

that was all you needed to hear to quickly get into action, you pull down reo’s pants and his boxers, his hard dick springs out, twitching from the slightly cold air coming from the ac.

you glide your thumb against the vein on his cock, and the sudden movement makes reo whimper and his cock twitches in anticipation even more. “don’t tease me, pretty, not here..” he says his head flung back.

you begin to stroke his dick slowly first, and then quickening the pace as reo tries his best to muffle his moans, not wanting to alert your parents upstairs.

“fuck this” you say which confuses reo, but before he has any time to process what you just said, you get onto your knees and plunge reo’s dick into your mouth, you bob your head up and down, swirling your tongue around his pink tip, reo’s moans get louder despite his attempts to silence them, your warm saliva feels so indescribably good on his dick. he feels himself melting under your mouth.

“desperate..nngh- are we?” reo says still trying to adapt to your slick tongue.

after a few more slurps, you can feel that reo’s about to cum, you massage his balls, hoping to make his release feel even more pleasurable. this was more than enough to help reo climax. he shoots his load into your still moving mouth, as his head is flung back against the couch, catching his breath from his release.

“fuck.. you’re so good to me, baby” reo says panting softly. “im so glad your parents didn’t wake up, i love you so much, thank you, pretty.”

“love you too, reo” you say getting up sitting back onto the sofa laying on reo’s shoulder.

suddenly you feel reo’s firm hands creeping up to your thigh, then he sneakily makes his way to your panties.

“reo.. what are you doing..?” you say slightly smirking, turning to reo, the random movie, still playing in the back.

“now it’s your turn princess, hm?” reo says smirking at you with desire, taking off your shorts.

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the sun peeks through the soft, cream curtains on a quiet saturday morning. rousing from your sleep, you find sheets tangled over your legs and the other side of the bed empty. the smell of pancake batter dances through the air, a smile creeping on your face.

you saunter over to your boyfriend looming above the stove, spatula in hand with a pan in the other. with his shirt missing (take a guess at who the culprit is), his toned upper body is on display and his apron doing little to hide it.

“morning, baby,” you rasped as you kissed his bare shoulder.

“mornin’ babe,” atsumu replies as he sets down what he was holding.

“special occasion?” you ask, hopping onto the island table just behind him.

“yeah, celebratin’ our first mornin’ t'gther. no more goin’ to my place or yers — jus’ one roof now.” he smirks as he turns around to face you. his arms find their way on either side of you, his body pressing against your knees as he cages you in. he leans down to press lazy kisses on your collarbone, his messy hair tickling your neck.

“‘tsumu, you better be watching the stove.”

“yeah yeah, ‘m watchin’ it,” he groans as his lips move up to your neck. his hands hold your waist steady as you lock your legs around his waist. god, this man and his lips. they find every nook and cranny that leaves you weak and helpless, your breath hitching with each press.

“how’d ya sleep, darlin’?” he whispers as he kisses the corner of your mouth teasingly. “good?”

“mmhm,” you hum, trying your absolute hardest to not make any lewd noises. but, atsumu knows all too well. you feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin.

“how’d ya like the bed, huh?” his head is up now, sly eyes staring down into yours. his thumbs caress the sides of your waist, making every possible thought scrambled.

“good.. what’re you getting at, ‘tsumu?” you questioned him, leaning a bit forward to accept his challenge.

“oh, nothin’. jus’ that it’s our bed now. not mine or yers, ours,” he says with a shrug, face getting dangerously close once more.

“yeah? what’s so special about our bed?” you ask as you hang your forearms on his shoulders.

“nothin’ much, jus’ that we can do lots of stuff on it.”

“that so? like what?”

“oh, y’know,” he smirks as he lowers his face into your neck again. he places open-mouthed kisses against it, wet and desperate for more. “lay in it…” kiss. “sleep in it…” kiss. his hands sneak their way into your shirt, grazing over your skin with a light touch that drives you insane. his lips hover close to your ear, his warm breath sending shivers all across your body. he grips your waist tightly, his voice low, hungry, almost predatory. “fuck in it—”

beep beep beep!!!

you both jump at the sudden alarm, eyes wide at the sight of a dark smoke engulfing the pan. after a good 15 minutes, the situation is (mostly) under control. the two of you sit on the couch in silence, waiting for your food delivery to arrive.

“this shit’s why ‘samu’s the cook.”

[kensqueent]

Things that makes Millitary rafe happy ?

things that make military!rafe happy:

1. you in his clothes.

bonus points if it’s his dog tags and a worn-out marine corps t-shirt with nothing else underneath. he’ll walk past you in the kitchen and smack your ass like it’s second nature.

2. when the baby babbles “dada” over the phone while he’s deployed.

he swears it’s a fluke the first time, but his whole face softens. he saves the voicemail and listens to it in the barracks when he’s missing home.

3. cooking for you.

he’ll never admit it out loud, but it calms him down. steaks on the grill, biscuits from scratch, cornbread in a cast iron skillet. he’s a southern man, baby. let him feed you.

4. when you run to him at the base gates after deployment.

it’s straight out of a movie—boots stomping, gear slung over his back, and you in a sundress with tears in your eyes. he lives for that moment.

5. when you fall asleep on his chest.

he’ll stay awake a little longer just to rub your back and listen to your breathing. even if he’s exhausted, even if it’s 3 a.m.—you curled up on him makes him feel whole.

6. when you wear the perfume he bought you.

he’ll notice it immediately. one of those subtle, expensive scents he picked up on base because “it smelled like you.” catches a whiff when you walk past and hums, real low. “mmm. that’s my girl.”

7. leaving little notes in his bag.

he acts like it’s cheesy, but he keeps them folded up in his gear. found one once on a mission and re-read it until the paper was soft at the edges.

8. watching you with his last name.

on the mailbox. on the baby’s birth certificate. on official papers. it grounds him, makes everything feel worth it.

9. you sitting in his lap during movie nights.

even with his big ass on the couch, he’d rather have you pressed against him. one hand on your thigh, the other holding a drink. he’s relaxed in a way only you bring out of him.

10. when you defend him.

someone makes a rude comment about his job or scars or temper, and you shut it down immediately. he gets so quiet afterward. not because he’s mad—but because you always remind him he’s not fighting alone anymore.