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Heya! Any chance you could write a very dominant Saiki Kusuo with a (optional- fatter) bratty reader? Love some physic orgasms, or powers in use for smexy time. If you aren't comfortable or don't want to do any of this absolutely no worries!!!!
kusuo saiki x reader
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good golly sorry this took so long to get to , i have been . going through it.
contains: oral (fem receiving) , mentions of breeding , mentions of chubbier reader (i myself am a little on the bigger side so <3) , husband/wife content bc i said so !!!!! , established relationship , use of his powers ;) , reader knows of saikis abilities btw , little bit of brat tamer saiki , lil bit of degrading , i love saiki
You tried so so so hard to keep your mind as silent as you could as you watched Kusuo carefully as he walked across the living room. Your eyes were shamelessly fixated on his ass while he walked. What gave him the right to have such a cute butt? Shit, your mind began to start turning the cogs in your brain. You tried desperately to fight it off; you couldn’t risk Kusuo hearing your thoughts. Kusuo stretched then sighed deeply. He plopped himself down next to you on the couch. You could feel sweat dripping down your forehead. Not only were you fighting not to grab your poor husband’s ass, you were desperate to have his mouth on your clit.
“I can hear you. Good grief.. You’re so loud..” Kusuo said aloud.
You swallow hard. “Whatever do you mean?” you ask in a sad attempt to play dumb. He looks at you, deadpan. You pout, cheeks burning in embarrassment.
‘All these dirty thoughts, just for me?’ Kusuo was speaking telepathically to you now, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. ‘So dirty! You’re a dirty whore, aren’t you?’
Your mind is blank, Kusuo is aware of that. Now he’s got you where he wants you. Your mind was so focused on seeing him between your thighs, completely devouring your pussy. You bite your lip, looking over at him. You wondered how far you’d have to push him to make his walls come down.
“And? You wont do anything about it,” You smirk, glancing over at him. He’s still scrolling on his phone, but his eyebrow is raised.
‘Oh yeah? Is that what you think?’ His purple eyes flicker in your direction. ‘You think you can get a rise out of me, baby?’ Your face flushes at the pet name. ‘How about this.’ He gets to his feet and stands in front if you, looking down at you with a deadpan look on his face. He squats down and suddenly your thighs spread apart.
“H-Hey!”
Your plea is met on deaf ears, Kusuo looks into your eyes, licking his lips. His eyes flick in between your legs then back up to your eyes. “Are you okay with this?” He asks aloud, in a gentle tone. Your face turns red and you nod, giving him the go ahead.
Kusuo peppers your thigh with kisses. ‘Take them off,’ Kusuo’s voice was a low rumble in your mind now. You comply, slipping your shorts and underwear off. He looks up at you, grabbing the back of your knees and pulling you to the edge of the couch. He grabbed a handful of your thigh and squeezed, kissing the other. He kisses your pussy, squeezing and rubbing your thighs. ‘So good.. You taste so good..’ He looks up at you and gives your tummy a gently kiss. You always liked when he did that. You know he did it because he knows you’re insecure about it sometimes, especially during intimate moments like this. He kisses your clit then runs his tongue over your folds, letting it prod at your entrance. ‘Good.. You’re already so wet for me.. Your pussy is so delicious..’ He was constantly projecting his thoughts into your head while he ate you out; it was his favorite thing to do.
You whimpered and moaned quietly as he did this to you, hoping to be able to keep your composure. You run your hands through his pink hair, careful of his ‘antennae’. “Kusuo..” you plea was soft and gently, earning a verbal groan from Kusuo. You pet his head as he lapped and sucked at your clit, now gently sliding a finger into you. You threw your head back, mouth agape with a quiet moan.
‘Let me hear you,’ Kusuo growled in your mind. ‘Let everyone hear you baby.. or I’ll make them hear you..’ You knew he meant he’d project hour thoughts as far as he could. Just the idea of that made you wanna disappear with embarrassment. He continued curling his now two fingers in you while using his tongue to rub your clit.
You couldn’t stand it anymore - you moan out for him, impulsively squeezing your thighs around his head. “So good,” you cried, “you’re treating me so good..”
‘Good girl,’ Kusuo purred in your mind. ‘You look so beautiful like this.’ You looked down at him and he was staring right at you. The two of you locked eyes as he ate you out, unashamed. You moaned as you could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. ‘If you be a good girl and cum for me I’ll knock you up,’ Kusuo began to project his babbling into your mind, ‘You’d look so pretty all swollen with my baby. You wanna make a baby? You want me to fill you up?’ He kept licking and sucking and even nipping at your clit, pumping his fingers in and out of you curling them slightly.
You can’t help but moan and the dirty things he’s saying in your mind. “K-Kusuo- Oh god Kusuo,” you squeeze you thighs around his head and pull his hair to you, holding him in place and keeping his mouth on your pussy. You moaned out his name and started grinding your hips against his face while riding out your orgasm.
“Good,” Kusuo licked up any mess you made and licked his fingers cleaned. ‘You want me to run you a bath?’ He stood up and asked as if nothing had happened.
You panted, confused. He just rocked your world and is acting like it didn’t happen. “Would.. would you be joining me?” you panted, still catching your breath from your orgasm.
He looked at you and smiled. ‘Sure.’ He smiled sweetly and walked off to our bathroom to start a bath for us.
#saiki kusuo#smut#fanfic#xreader#female reader#saiki k#the disaster of psi kusuo saiki#the disasterous life of saiki k#saiki x reader#husband x wife dynamic#husband x wife#husband/wife#established relationship
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Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward
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At first she did nothing, waiting for her husband to wake, which he did not, because that wasn’t a thing he ever did.
Nightbitch, Rachel Yoder
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"we know how to move our bodies, but i didn't know how to manage my heart, so you need help for this"
hi we need to talk more about judo gold medallist christa deguchi.
#maybe i need her#that video about her battling mental health woes in 2021... ;___; i love her#she's all over the japanese forums the past few days#and the wlw community is going feral shfgshjfk#some of them call her “the one who got away”#and “my wife who was too hot for japan judo to handle but is now thriving under canada”#and today i just saw a post that just says:#i just learnt about deguchi-sama and then i rolled over in bed and looked at my husband#and thought to myself: maybe he's not the love of my life#in love with her actually#incredible things happening ;___;#also she has the three cutest cats........... please let me raise them with you....#long post#christa deguchi#team canada#olympics#paris 2024#cats#cats of tumblr#wlw#wlw post
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Girl dad 🌸
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#chilchuck#chilchuck tims#mayjack#fullertom#packpatty#chilchuck wife#dadchuck#chilchuck fanart#dungeon meshi fanart#my sketch#im so weak for an idea of chilchuck as girl dad#its canon#he’s a good dad but a bad husband
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oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.
you want to go shopping? here's his card.
you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!
you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.
he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.
he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping backs in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.
he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.
he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.
he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."
NANAMIN, BAKUGO, KIRISHIMA, FATGUM, IZUKU, aizawa, yuuta, armin, iida, iwazumi, sugawara + whoever else you want!
#[moon's mind]#x reader#reader insert#husband imagines#house wife reader#jjk x reader#mha x reader#afab reader#haikyuu x reader#aot x reader#bakugo x reader#husband bakugo#mha bakugo#kirishima x reader#izuku x reader#aizawa x reader#armin x reader#nanamin x reader#husband nanami#jjk nanami#mha fatgum#husband fatgum#fat gum x reader#husband kirishima#jjk yuuta#iwazumi x reader#mha imagines#aot imagines#domestic bliss#trad wife type shit lmao
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Husband!Simon Riley that lurks behind you constantly. in your home, at the grocery store, at a bar - he’s just looming behind you. sometimes he just stands and stares at the back of your head, absolutely smitten that you’re his and he’s yours. he’s not the best with words, but he’s great at following behind you
Husband!Simon Riley that’s silently delighted when you lean against him. he’s sturdy, a wall of a man - he’s cracking a small smile under his mask when you lean into him. he’s wrapping his arm around your waist, supporting your weight as you glance around. he tried leaning against you once, he didn’t tell you and caught you off guard, almost sending you tumbling to the floor
Husband!Simon Riley that likes when you give him mundane tasks. he’s always been good about following through on orders, yours just happen to be less life-or-death than his job. he’ll do exactly what you tell him to do, no comments or complaints. you want him to fold laundry? he’s doing it how you showed him, folding shirts and pants the way you like. you want him to change a lightbulb? he’s already walking to the closet. you want him to give you a kiss? say less, he’s stalking towards you
Husband!Simon Riley that spritzes his clothes with your perfume/cologne. just a little, he likes that he can walk around alone but it still feels like you’re with him. it doesn’t matter what scent it is - floral, fruity, smokey, musky, he’d happily drown in the scent. sometimes he sprays his balaclava with it before he leaves on a deployment, the 141 silently side eyeing each other because they can smell Ghost coming before they can see him
#it’s your world Simon’s just living in it#wife guy Simon Riley#husband!simon riley#husband!ghost#ghost#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost headcanons#ghost x you#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#cod#cod thoughts#call of duty#hit post
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Love ships where its like some guy with autism and his special interest is his wife
#ships#ship dynamics#ship tropes#tropes#fanfic#hannigram#pride and prejudice#ofmd#gentlebeard#good omens#ineffible husbands#wwdits#nandermo#the sandman#dreamling#toh#the owl house#autism#wife guy#lokius#doctor who#laszlo cravensworth#lazlo cravensworth#gomez addams
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HER HO!NY HUSBAND : GOJO SATORU
tw. suggestive, gojo flashes his goodies
Husband!Gojo coming out of the shower with a wet muscular body and a piece of towel hanging along his waist—only to see his wife laying on the bed right in front of him.
Pregnant Wife!Yn who had been insecure of her growing belly and weight since a couple months due to her pregnancy, watches Gojo check her from head to toe, an unexplainable look on his handsome pale face.
Sitting upright, she fixes her loose garments. Maybe he’s finally come to the realisation of not being such a big fan of my mom body.
Husband!Gojo sensing her dejected mood, snaps out of his internal thoughts as he decides to reach out and sit next to her instead.
“Baby? Something’s bothering?” he asks softly, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear.
Pregnant Wife!Yn ever a self-conscious overthinker, mumbles while looking up at her husband, “I saw you gazing at me few a many times now...” she fixes her garment again, in embarrassment “like... weirdly. You start looking stiff all of a sudden, as if you want to confess something. About my bad shape maybe.”
At her confession, Satoru pauses, lips parted open slightly and not sure which part to explain first. He brings a wet but comforting hand on her swollen belly.
“Silly girl. Are you worrying about your plump little adorable tummy again? I told you I like it.”
Pregnant Wife!Yn frowns, not really sure of his words. “Really? Then how would you explain everytime you stopped to stare at me? Your face doesn't seem as if you love it—or even like it, Toru.”
Husband!Gojo who shakes his head, body turning more towards her distressed wife. “I don't like it? I love you and every part of you babe, you know me.”
Yn sighs softly, looking down with an upset face. “I do... but maybe i shouldn't have asked for a baby. I just... I feel like you'd have appreciated my old body more, Toru.”
Satoru snaps his head towards her, eyebrows raised in disbelief. This was his last straw. She has to know what his pregnant, innocent wife does to him.
As he stands up slowly from the edge of the bed, he makes sure she's all eyes and ears. “Oh really now. Then I must give you a real reason to never regret your baby with me...”
Undoing the towel hooked on his dripping wet waist, the white haired man reveals his lower half of the riches. As her eyes set down, there comes in view an almost fully hard wet length of Gojo Satoru.
Pregnant Wife!Yn being taken aback, is unable to react for a good few first seconds, mouth agape. Light hue of red crawls up the neck to settle on her cheeks, when her husband hums in question.
“Mm? You see this? This is what you do to me, silly girl.”
Everything seemed suddenly more reasonable—Gojo stealing those frequent long gazes, his odd body language while he checks his pregnant wife out. Gojo gets aroused.
Pregnant Wife!Yn tears her gaze away from his manhood, cold sweat making her feel more or less like her currently out of shower dripping wet husband. Oh the thoughts that might be running in his perverted brain, all the ways he could take you in and you wouldn't be moving away with all the weight you bear of his baby, but comply, and relish, and whine.
“Oh-oh...” she mumbles shyly, the revelation lessening her insecurity effectively more than all sweet words combined could have ever had.
an. husband gojo >>> also this is my 1k readers special! ty for giving my writings your time, love y'all. likes & rbs are appreciated <33
tags: @anubisisthebomb @dianagracesworld @stellagrangerreads12 @momochina-sama @xxkay15xx @ruins-posts
#husband gojo#he's so husband#gojo headcanons#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo x female reader#gojo x y/n#gojo x pregnant yn#gojo pregnancy fic#gojo x pregnant wife#pregancy#pregnancy fic#jjk headcanons#pregnancy headcanons#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#gojo satoru#gojou satoru x reader#gojo fluff#gojo smut#satoru gojo#jjk gojo#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#gojo fanfic#suggestive#gojo#husband gojo hc#gojo hc
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protective ex-husband!simon, implied violence/break-in
“i know! and that’s when i told her-“ you paused, your hand halfway to the keys at the bottom of your purse. your apartment door was open, a menacing sliver of darkness awaiting you. “hey, i’m going to have to call you back.” you ended the call with your friend, slowly backing away from your door. shit. you knew you locked the door when you left for work, and no one else had a copy of your key. a creeping sensation came over you, like someone was watching from within. slowly, you retreated, taking the elevator down to your apartment’s lobby as the anxiety crawled through your body. you wracked your brain, wondering if you should call the police. wondering if they would even believe you. there was only one call to make.
“come on, pick up.” you tapped your foot impatiently as your ex husband took forever to answer the phone. it was all you could do to not think about your home being violated, about a potential stalker or date gone wrong.
“‘ello?”
“si- simon, it’s me.”
“i know, lovie. that’s why i picked up.” you let out a quiet sob of relief at his voice, the bottle on your emotions starting to leak.
“what’s wrong?” his voice changed, immediately hearing your silent tears. he could always read you too well. “i don’t want to bother you but” you hiccupped. shit. “but my apartment door was open and i’m pretty sure i closed it, i usually do. i don’t know if im being silly but now im in the lobby and im just scared, simon.” there was a fumbling sound, the echoes of simon zipping up his jacket and pulling on his shoes.
“go to that cafe across the street, dove. go get yourself one of those overpriced hot chocolates. i’ll be there in 15.”
9 minutes later, your shaking hands were tapping random patterns on the cafe table, unable to raise your drink to your mouth without spilling it. your eyes were locked onto the wood grain, counting lines to distract yourself.
suddenly, a gloved hand covered yours. you looked up and there he was, your ghost in all his glory. you forgot everything for a second, forgot the past arguments and the strained silences, and flung yourself into his arms. you breathed in his comforting scent of pinewood that masked his cigarettes, a cologne you got him four years ago for christmas. your face was wet, and as he pulled you back to check you for injuries, his thumb brushed a stray tear away from your face. you didn’t even realize you were crying.
“‘s okay, baby. i’m here now. give me your keys.” you fumbled for your keys, purse strap sliding off your shoulder as your hands shook too much to keep it balanced. simon caught it gracefully, finding your keys in the same pocket you always kept them. “stay here. i’ll be back.” you nodded instinctively. only when you saw his figure retreat to your apartment building, clothed in all black like a figure of death, you realized you hadn’t told him your new apartment number.
twenty minutes passed. simon’s presence had worked like medicine as your heart rate has now dropped back down to normal, your hands stable enough to finish your drink. any other person would be worried for simon’s safety, but you knew the only person you should be concerned for was your intruder.
“you’re stayin’ with me tonight.” he was back, looking exactly the same. he wasn’t even winded. “thank you simon, but don’t be ridiculous. i can get a hotel. you live so far from my work anyways.” he approached you, crowding into your space as he leaned over you, even with a cafe table in between. “consider it payment then.” he tilted your chin up with his left hand as he hid his other one, covered with blood, in his pocket. “one way or another, you’re in my bed tonight, dove.” you gulped at that. “and i’ve got riley in the car. you wouldn’t abandon him, would you?” of course he had gotten your cat when he checked out your apartment. riley hated men, but never simon. cheeky bastard.
“you win.”
fast forward a couple of hours and you were getting ready for bed at simon’s, belly full from the meal he had made you. riley made himself at home on the living room couch, of course. “he’s in my spot.” you gestured to your cat on the couch. “wha’ d’ya mean?” your husband simon was now in sweats and sweats only, clean from the shower he had after you both got home back to his place. you pretended not to see him methodically wash blood out of his fingernails, reasoning quite easily with yourself that it was for a good cause.
“my couch for tonight.” simon moved toward you and you avoided his eyes, trying not to stare at how beautiful he still was. muscular but thick, torso adorned with scars you used to trace on sunday mornings when you both stayed in bed until the afternoon. he gripped your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. “told’ya you were in my bed tonight, dovie.” you swallowed and he watched your throat move, memories of you swallowing something else countless times rising to the surface.
“don’t be silly, simon. that would cross a line.”
“what line?” his arms were crossed now, drawing your attention to an unfamiliar tattoo right above his heart. a small dove.
“we’re not together anymore, simon.”
“you’re still my wife.”
silence. he was always like this, pushing you until you broke. he was unwilling to compromise, even on the smallest of issues. usually you’d fight him, spit fire until you lost your voice. tonight though, you were reminded of how he was the only person you were able to call, the only one committing dark sins without asking, all for your safety. instead, you threw your hands up and walked into his bedroom, mechanically stripping as you put on one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. you felt his eyes on you, burning a hole through the fabric. you were tired, so tired of this push and pull.
“what.” you whipped around, all venom. his eyes were impossibly soft, holding yours with a peaceful caress. “you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you.” your fire went out at that. “you’re just trying to get me naked.” you mumbled, looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. you watched as his body came into view, pressing your forehead against his bare skin.
“could see you in a thousand layers and you’d still be the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, dove.” ever so slowly, your hands crept up his body to grab his shoulders and neck. he picked you up with ease, turning the lights off and tucking you both in bed. “when did you get the tattoo?” you asked in the dark.
“3 months and 12 days ago.” what would have been your 3rd year of marriage, your anniversary. you lowered your head and gave him a kiss right where the tattoo was. ���can we talk about it in the morning?” you snuggled into him, that familiar scent calming you once again. “always, dove.” he kissed your forehead, smiling in the dark.
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idk why im obsessed with the break-in and simon to the rescue trope but its fueling me lately
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley smut#simon riley wife#ghost call of duty#tornadothoughts#ex husband ghost#fluff
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Richard Burton & Elizabeth Taylor
#Richard Burton#Elizabeth Taylor#Husband/Wife#Old Hollywood#Classic Hollywood#Old Hollywood Glamour#Classic Hollywood Glamour
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The moment I get these cuffs off my legs I'm running for the door...
#humiliated sissy#faggot sissy#beta sissy#sissi femboi#sissifyme#humiliation sissy#sissy tasks#sissy caged#submisive sissy#feminine sissy#humiliation captions#feminization captions#loser captions#crossdressing captions#sissi caption#captain america#humiliation kink#feeling slutty#slutty wife#bd/sm daddy#sissy for daddy#daddy's good girl#daddy’s babygirl#daddy k!nk#feminized sissy#alpha female#female led relationship#feminization kink#feminized husband#permanent feminization
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Thinking of Him, Thinking of Her 💭
Lydia Petrovna & my cleric PC from Curse of Strahd
#illustration#artists on tumblr#curse of strahd#curse of strahd art#dnd art#dnd pc#lydia petrovna#been a while since these silly doodles (i think)#enjoy#they have that sweet husband at war/wife at home energy#kosta#konstantin petrovich
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hi can you write rafe x wife. Happily married and have 3 teen kids. Sons friends comes over and talks about mom as milf( idk maybe something else up to u) and Rafe and his wife hear it! Then Rafe f*cks her
of course I can!!
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ఌ𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧ఌ
Pairing: husband!rafe x wife!reader
Warnings: SMUT, language, p in v, fingering, no mentions of protection (be safe, wrap it before u tap it!), breeding kink, dirty talk, possessive/jealous Rafe.
Feel free to send more reqs! Thinking of doing dad!Rafe so send me things you’d like to see! Or more husband!rafe idm! Anything!
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Just getting home from work, you got out of your Range Rover. Collecting your handbag, laptop and some papers from the back seat.
You headed into yours and Rafe’s estate. Walking through the front door. You already knew your three sons had friends over. Your eldest, Cody had asked you over text. You slip your heels off by the door and walk through the large foyer and over to the spacious living room. You smiled as you saw your boys Cody (17), Morgan (16) and Ollie (14 1/2). You spoke “hey boys, you all having fun?” They all said their “heys” and “yeah, thanks”.
You subtly noticed the way their friends eyed you up. Teenage boys never really cared if you saw them checking woman out. Well, these lot didn’t. You looked over to the attached large kitchen, smiling as you see Rafe.
You walked over, putting your things onto the counter. Rafe was leaning forward. His elbows on the counter as he watched the tv from the kitchen as your sons and their friends had soccer on. You walked over to Rafe. Smiling as you put your hand on his back. “Hey, love, you ok?” He turns his head to look at you. His famous grin plastered on his face. “Yeah, all good, how’s work?” He pulls you by the waist. Giving you a soft but firm kiss, showing you how much he missed you since you left this morning. You pull away to answer “good, made some great photos today, all I have to do is change the lighting and tone..” he smiled and pecked your lips “good, can I watch it while you do it?”
Rafe loved what you did. You were a photographer for models, perfume/jewellery commercials or fashion designers. You took the photos and edited them to put on magazines or advertisements. He loved how much you enjoyed your job to.
You nodded “of course, Rafey” he smiled “good girl..” you pecked his cheek.
You sat at the island counter, going through the photos on your laptop. As Rafe leaned against the counter, arms crossed, taking the occasional sip from his drink.
You both overheard Cody and his friend talk. His friend, Jack, asked “dude, is that your older sister or something?” Cody asked “who?” Jack replied “the one that’s in the kitchen with your dad.” Cody shook his head “nah man, that’s my mom.” Jack replied “no fucking way?? She’s so hot, dude, your mom is such a milf, no joke.”
Rafe practically chocked on his drink, as your eyes widen and press your hand to your forehead. A quiet gasp escaped your lips. What did Jack just say? You couldn’t be going mad, Rafe heard the same thing.
Cody spoke “shut up! Don’t say that!” Jack shrugged nonchalantly “dude, I’m just saying, I’d tap that if I could.”
Your eyes widen, Rafe’s jaw clenched. Rafe didn’t need to be and wasn’t jealous… not exactly… he just didn’t like the fact that a seventeen year old friend of your sons had just said that about you… his wife, the mother of his children, his childhood friend, his lover…
Through the rest of the day, Rafe stuck to your side. You’d changed into some sweats and a crop top. Once you were done you both sat on the couch; Rafe next to you. He had his arm around you the whole time. Occasionally kissing your cheek or temple. Showing the boys, your his. He’s the one that put that beautiful diamond ring on your finger. He’s the one that put three beautiful and handsome boys in you. He helped you create life. He’s the one that gives you happiness.
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Soon after, the sun started to set. Your three sons had asked both Rafe and yourself if they could stay the night at one of the boys house. Rafe agreed and told them to be safe and have fun.
As soon as he had shut that front door. You were in for a real treat tonight. Rafe walked back over to the couch. He put his one knee on the seat and he placed a hand on the side of your neck. His cold metal of his rings and watch press gently into your warm neck. He crashes his lips into yours like a starved man. His tongue quick to be shoved into your mouth. You knew what he was up to. You could tell it from the exact moment Cody’s friend said what he said about you.
You knew Rafe since day one, knew him better than he knew himself. So you knew what he was doing. And you were definitely not complaining.
Rafe placed one hand one your thigh and guided you so you laid back on the couch. While he stayed on top of you. He groaned against your lips. He mumbled “‘m gonna make you feel so good, baby” you gasped softly when you feel Rafe’s hips press against yours. He puts his free hand from your thigh, moving it to the waistband of your sweats.
Putting his hand down your sweats he could feel the material of your panties and your soft, wet skin. He groaned “you wearing the black lace ones?” You nodded. He grinned “all f’me…mine” you mumbled “yes, Rafey…”
His fingers slowly move up and down against your heat. You moaned softly. You gasp when you felt his middle finger slip in. He tilted his head and started to kiss along your neck. He groaned, his finger slowly pulling in and out. As he inhaled the sent of your vanilla perfume, he groaned once again. He mumbled against your soft skin “feel so good on my finger, want another, babe?” You nodded. He replied “words. y/n.” You whispered “another, please, Rafe” he slipped his ring finger in. Causing you to gasp softly.
After a few more seconds he pulled his fingers out. You whimpered, he grinned “oh we aren’t done, just wanna take you upstairs… prefer the bed.” Your mouth practically waters as you watch him move his fingers to his mouth. Cleaning you off his digits.
He picks you up, over his shoulder. Taking you upstairs and not wasting anymore time.
Placing you down on the bed, he was quick to take your clothes off. All piece of clothing on the floor. While he starts to take his off, you watched in awe. Your reaction to him will always be the same. It’s like looking at him for the first time, over and over. You never got tired of him. Never have and never will.
You watched as he was swift to remove his boxers. His huge length springing free. He moved onto the bed. His lips go to yours as his hand moves to his length. Pumping it a few times, then lining up with your entrance. You gasp as he started to push in. Once he was all the way in he leaned over you. His chain dangles by your chin. His hands either side of your shoulders. His biceps flex as he looks down at you.
“You’re so pretty under me, sweetheart.” You moaned softly as he slowly started to move in and out. He chuckled lowly “you know, what the boys said… was right..” he groaned. “You are a milf… my milf… such a hot momma, baby… I know you want another… want me to give you one?” You moaned as he picked up the pace a little more. “Words, sweetheart.” You nodded “yes, fuck! Want another…”
He moaned hearing your words, “fuck Y/n, I’ll give you another… I’ll fill you up, make your baby bump come back. Love you baby bumps… every one of them…” you moaned. His one hand moves to your lower stomach, pushing on the bulge on your lower abdomen. Causing you to moan, as he goes deeper.
He picks up his pace, he moaned “fuck, gonna make you pregnant again. Wanna see you with my baby in you again.” He goes harder. “Fuck can feel you round me, that make you excited, baby? Thinking of me getting you pregnant again?”
You nodded, grabbing onto his bicep. Nails digging into his tan skin. He groans at the feeling. He spoke “gonna give ya a girl this time, I wanna girl, so I can spoil you both, yeah? Let you two have the world.” You moan “oh Rafey!” He grinned. “Yeah? Like that?” You nodded. He leaned back. Grabbing your hips, guiding you against him as he thrusts into you.
He can feel your close, “gonna come f’me? Let me have it, sweetheart. You do that f’me and I’ll do it for ya..” you placed your hand on his chest. Then holding his chain. Wanting him closer, he knew you well. He knew that meant you were about to finish. He leaned down. You moaned “fuck, gonna-” “do it, finish over my cock f’me, love…” those words hit you like a brick wall. Every. God. Damn. Time.
And he knew it too.
You moaned one last time, then finishing. Causing you to tighten around him. He chased his realise and finished inside you.
He moaned as he slowed his pace. Still thrusting, just slowing down. Chasing both of your climaxes. Once he came to a spot. You had you usual ‘thank you’. He kissed both cheeks, then your forehead, temples, chin, nose and then your lips. He mumbled against your lips “you ok? Feel good, baby? You did so good..” You nodded “so good.”
He gently pulled out, causing you both to inhale sharply. He gently picked you up. Going ahead and doing your aftercare. For all the time you both knew each other. And past Rafe, with his many hook ups. Not once did he do aftercare. But for you? His childhood friend to girlfriend to fiancée to wife to mother of his children?
He’d give you the world, he’d kill for you. Protect you. Die for you, live for you. He’d do anything for you. Even if it’s as simple as aftercare. He loves you. You love him.
🝮🝮🝮
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what if… what if you drew malon x link…
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Hell yeah!! I love 🔥💥Malink!!!! 🔥🔥💥
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