Posessive!rafe Leaving Bimbo!reader Alone All Day Because He Had Errands To Run So She Hangs Out With

posessive!rafe leaving bimbo!reader alone all day because he had errands to run so she hangs out with topper and later tells rafe all of the fun things they did together not knowing that after, he's decided she's never being left alone ever again and she'll come with him everywhere.

her hands clap together with excitement now, and she spins in her seat on the couch, glee twinkling in her eyes. "oh! and then we went swimming! his mom had a few extra bathing suits that she let me borrow, and there was one - oh rafe it was so cute!" she gasps. "she said it was when from she was younger, but it was this tiny little thing, and it was pink!"

he's hiding his scowl behind the guise of his palm, nodding along. "yeah, yeah, you love pink."

she nods, squirming with exaltation in her spot. "yeah! and.. and it was a little small, but that's okay, because we weren't swimming for long.. because then he took me on a ride with his jet.. jet.. what's it called?"

"jet ski?" he nearly grumbles, sitting back further in his seat beside you. "thought i told you those things were dangerous, baby. don't want you just getting on with anyone."

she nods. "i held on tight, don't worry. just like you showed me."

rafe nearly coughs, then, sitting up straighter. "yeah.. baby, how do you feel about going on my errands with me from now on? you'll get to wear all those pretty dresses i bought you, huh? i think that's a good idea."

gIvE mE yOuR bAbY !!!!!!! (previous part, dark?reader x ghost, 18+ !!!!!)

you throw the pregnancy test angrily into the trash. you're staring at the mirror now, practically snarling at your reflection. you've been fucking your lieutenant for weeks now, and nothing.

nothing, nothing, nothing.

the fucking brute doesn't even want a baby--he's appeasing you, giving into you, but you know it won't be long until your lieutenant becomes just a little coherent and realizes he might not want this, might not need this, not as much as you.

but you're focused. it's him, god dammit, and it will be him. no matter what.

it's late, but you make your way across base anyways. there's no one around, not even the crickets, or maybe the rushing in your ears is too loud for you to hear anything but your beating heart. you fit your key into the lock, shoving his door open, and you see the sorry bastard sleeping in his cot.

he's fully clothed, the paranoid little shit. his belt is nowhere to be found, and he had the good idea to leave his tact vest on the floor by the door, but he's still wearing his cargo pants and a standard issue shirt, his mask hanging off his fingertips. he snores loudly, his nose broken too many times to offer him a night of quiet sleep, and it angers you to see him so peaceful.

you shut the door and lock it, taking the band off of your wrist and tying your hair up before shoving your pants off and tossing your shirt into the corner of the room. you reach over him, undoing the button of his pants and shoving them low. he blinks away the sleep from his eyes just as you straddle him, trying to get his pants just that much lower on his hips.

"the fuck are y'doin'?!" simon growls, his hands gripping your hips on instinct.

"i'm not pregnant," you snap. "now shut up and do what you do best. take these--" you yank on his pants again, but he's more than two hundred pounds of solid fat and muscle, and your tugs don't even budge, not even a little. "--take your fucking pants off!"

he grunts as he finally lifts his hips enough to pull them just low enough. you whine with relief, slipping a hand over him, spitting on his cock before spreading it over his thick length. he hisses, leaning his head back, chubbing up immediately.

"christ," he groans, licking his lips. "never gets old."

"yeah, daddy?" you coo, leaning down and kissing him wet. "'s too bad it hasn't taken yet..." you pout a little. "it's not working, why isn't it working?"

"'cause y'pout too much," simon scoffs. "y'r such a brat."

you whimper, pulling your panties to the side, scooting up as you sink down on his cock easily. you're positively sopping, and he breaches your cunt without much resistance. you fall over him, your hands on either side of his head, and you rock your hips gently as he gets even harder now that he's inside of you.

"simon--" you cry, leaning your head back. "i just want it so bad..." you start to bounce, your eyes rolling back as you hear the smack of your ass against his thighs. "want your baby, simon..."

"ackk..." he hisses. "i know. i know y'want it, luv. ahhh--cunt's beggin' fer it."

you nod, your eyes fluttering shut, and you keep up the pace, the squeak of his cot rattling as you throw your hips back harder.

"fuckin' hell, swee'eart..." he grits his teeth. "really workin' for it..." he chuckles breathlessly, reaching back and gripping your ass with both hands, easily supporting you to bounce a little harder with just the flex of his arms. "fucked ya just this mornin', and y'r already cryin' for me..."

you reach down and grip his jaw, licking over his bottom lip.

"need it all the time," you whisper against his lips. "n-need to be full...a-always..."

simon hums, nodding, "yeah? tha' wot it is? not fillin' y'r cunt often enough, tha' wot y'r sayin', baby?"

you kiss him hot and heavy, your hips bouncing a little more frantically as you lick into his mouth. all teeth and tongue, all wet and slobbery, positively drunk on the way his cock punches into you. you're needy and angry and so, so desperate for it, and you need all the time, need him to just, please, please, please, keep me this full all the time, please--!

"y'r such a needy little girl," he growls. "always so wet..."

"shut the fuck up, simon, and just cum--!" you gasp, cut off by the smack to your ass that he chides you with.

"y'listen t'me--" he grips where your hair is tied up, yanking on it, forcing your neck back and baring the soft skin to him. he sits up, shaking you practically, manhandling you until you're underneath him now, scratching at his biceps as you try to gain control again. it's pointless, really--he can pin you down with one burly leg, and he's got the weight of his entire body holding your hips down as he forces his cock so deep, you feel him right in your stomach. "listen t'me, little brat, you'll get wot i give ya, and you'll like it, yeah? you'll take it, and you'll say thank you, lieutenant, olright?"

you whine, pushing your hips back, feeling the heat of him, and you don't stop crying until he cums. it isn't even about getting off yourself; you just need to be full of him, all the time, always, whenever he's near.

you lose none of your enthusiasm. simon wakes up with your mouth wrapped around his thick cock, and he falls asleep with you pushing back against him as he fucks you from behind. you grab him by the vest as he passes by where you're hidden in a supply closet, and you fuck him fast and hard before sending him off to training again. you slip into his office and take him on his desk, crowd him in the corner of the room that you both are sitting in when you're out in the field. you give him no room to breathe, you just force his trousers as low as holsters will let you and fuck him until he gives you what you need.

"insatiable little girl," he always says into your ear, but you can't help it. your lieutenant is not just your certified baby daddy, he's everything you've been looking for in a man. disgusting, all brute strength, a taker, selfish, obsessed. he isn't normal, and you adore that--you fucking hate normal. you don't want someone passive and sweet, you want someone possessive and a little fucked up, and it's just a bonus that his cock matches his size and that he knows exactly how to use it to make you boneless and feral.

he's just so hot. rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, you drool at the sight of his tattoo sleeve. as he gets dressed in the morning, you catch a glimpse of his bare ass, and you have to fuck yourself on your fingers to refrain from making him any later. seeing him smirk under the mask, it drives you insane, especially when he gives you those eyes--the eyes that say fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. you especially love him making his way back after an op, his body hot under his gear and smelling like sweat and sand and smoke. you lick the ash off his fingers and make him fuck you with his mask stuffed into your mouth because you want to taste the essence of him at his most authentic--adrenaline hungry and bloodthirsty.

"gonna milk me fuckin' dry," he murmurs one evening, running a thick hand over his length. you lay beside him and mewl, your knees still open from when he was just on top of you. your back arches as you feel his spend dribbling out onto the bed, and you reach down and use your fingers to stuff it back inside. as he massages himself, he grunts, the squelch of your slick making it easy for him. "twice olready, 'n y'wanna go again, tha' it?"

you give him big eyes, squirming under his gaze. you slip your fingers out, putting them into your mouth and sucking soft. when you let them go, you smile at him lazily.

"yes, daddy," you whisper, nodding. "p-please...please give me more..."

he chuckles, breathless, and he nods.

"woteva y'want, baby. turn over. give it t'me."

fuck, it makes you so wet all over again to hear him say it. to hear him tell you that you can have it all, have all that you want, that he'll give you whatever you need. it makes your head spin, it makes you dizzy and giggly. you've only ever heard him bark orders outside of this room, but when you're alone, he caters to you and only to you--he's wrapped around your finger, and he doesn't know it, and it makes you positively hungry and satiated all at the same time. hungry for more of it, satisfied knowing it's yours and only yours.

it's days later, when he has you cock-drunk (again) and utterly exhausted that he speaks to you again, really speaks. he smooths a hand over your stomach, pulling back your hips until you're nestled under his arm and pressed back to chest against him. he nuzzles his nose against your jaw, kissing under your ear.

"y'not pregnant yet?" he murmurs. "y'sure of tha'?"

you close your eyes, humming as you nestle into the warmth that he gives off. you shrug, trying to blow it off, trying to seem nonchalant and unbothered. you don't know what he'll do once he finds out. you don't know if he'll push you away, knowing he's given you what you asked for. you want to stay like this, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss of simon's incredible fucking, and you want to think of nothing else but gathering enough energy to do it all over again.

you can tell him about the positive pregnancy test later. right?

"guess not," you whisper, and you moan unexpectedly when you feel him chub up against your ass. fuck, he can go for hours--his stamina knows no bounds.

he doesn't tell you that he found that little test, in a plastic baggie stuck behind the extra toilet paper in the bathroom. instead he grins wide, knowing you've lied, and he hikes up your knee as he pushes into you.

"hmmm..." he growls in your ear. "then we won't stop. won't fuckin' stop until y'ave it. until y'r tits are fat, and 'm fuckin' sure y've got m'baby there--" he cups your pussy as he bottoms out, swirling two fingers around your puffy, abused clit. you nod, slipping his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them desperately.

you won't stop. you'll never stop. you'll never let him go.

I’ve been think about baby daddy chad meeks him and reader asf and are low key toxic😭 always fighting and getting jealous of each other Chad with Tara and reader with one of her male friends but they have the most sweet and precious baby boy😕 he’s about 1-2 and it’s his birthday party and Chad has reader in the bathroom eating her out they have a lot of pent up tension and he’s like “I’m sick of your fucking attitude shut yo and take it.” Omggg

"we getting in the habit of leaving our son outside with other people to watch him?" your ankles dangle against his back as he buries himself further between your thighs, lapping angrily at the puffy lips that quiver under his mouth.

chad groans there, and the reverberations have your thighs clamping down around the male's head keeping him anchored as you grind harder against his tongue. "don't you ever just shut the fuck up?" he gripes before suckling your clit between his lips, dragging his teeth over the overstimulated bud before releasing it with a pop. "sick of your fucking attitude already."

your fingers grip at his curls, head falling back against the wall-to-wall mirror of the bathroom you both spent way too much money on, breath catching in the back of your throat. "make me cum and i'll think about it, asshole." your words carry spite but they're twinged with a grateful lilt that catches on his ears.

he beams up from between your legs, tongue teasing at your gummy walls. "i love you.." you sigh contentedly.

"you just saying that now that my tongue is all the way in your pussy?" his thumb pulls back the hood of your clit so he can give the muscle his attention once more. "is that the answer, then, hm? give this sweet pussy some attention and you'll quit the attitude?"

you groan, thighs quivering with the threat of an fast-coming orgassm. "just say it back, asshole. i know you feel it."

he grumbles something, licking rapidly over the bundle of nerves. "i love you too.. even if you are a bit of a priss."

Marvel VS DC

Pairing: Husband!Henry Cavill x MCU Actress!Reader

summary: Fans retell the best moments of what they see from Y/n and Henry’s relationship

Warnings: implications of smut?nothing but fluff really

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@/legend47fr: Did anyone see Henry and Y/n's instagram stories😭😭 They had a superhero themed gender reveal, all the DC men represented boys and the Marvel women represented girls. Too cute.

@/7littlebunnies: I heard from a secret source that Henry purposely visited Y/n at set nearly everyday just to see her in her suit☠️ mans had the hots for her even in costume

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@/letmeliveplease: I don’t care what anyone says, I want Henry and Y/n to adopt me. Henry literally spends his days doting on her while she sits and bakes him treats🥹 I need to be there

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@/marvelsuperstar: Just saw Henry Cavill taking Y/n stationary shopping, anyone know why?

↳ @/lozardeggs: In an interview Y/n said she wanted to go back to school to get her PHD in History, THIS MAN IS JUST SO FREAKIN SUPPORTIVE OF HER

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@/nowyouseeme3: I love how at every one of Henry's premieres, Y/n has made it her duty to cosplay as a DC character despite her contract with marvel. She slays it everytime. ↳ @/blowuphorse: don’t forget that Henry said it leads to him having a “cardio” workout every time😭

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@/Y/nhasmyheart: Never letting anyone forget about the time Henry and Y/n were on the beach and the paps got a pic of Henry touching up on Y/n's body. ↳ @/rainbowsandflowers: Okay but can we blame him? the girl’s a goddess on Earth

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@/iamnotgroot: Henry and Y/n's son is so cute🥰 According to Y/n he copies Henry alla time, such as when asking for a kiss, but because he has a lisp it comes out adorably

↳ @/leonotaquarius: forget that. Imagine the Henry Cavill asking you for kisses even though you’re married

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@/girlwiththeredhairr: ALERT JUST SAW HENRY SPOON FEEDING Y/N FROZEM YOGHURT AT THE MALL! MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS, HE WIPED THE CORNER OF HER LIPS WITH NAPKINS AND EVERYTHING! I hate it here

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@/Evanstan: in the background of Chris Evans' party vid, why is my focus on the Cavill couple making out in the background

↳ @/buckszer: Y/n said so herself that Henry has the drive of an 18 year old hornball, IF THAT GIVES YOU ANY ANSWERS

↳@/Evanstan: yeah no wonder they have like 4 kids already and they’ve been together like 6 years 😭

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@/Hartystsyles: Let’s just remember that 10 years ago in an interview, Y/n said her major celeb crush was Henry, WHAT MANIFESTING METHODS DOES MISS GIRL USE?!

↳ @/lemonsmoothie: No clue honey, but I jus remember her havin no hope because they have an 8 year age gap AND SHE WAS 22 AT THE TIME, she works her magic for real

↳ @/theojameslove: Just know that on their first date, Henry said he knew he was gonna marry her and went to go buy a ring

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@/33overloax: My brother works at a bar, and apparently he saw Henry there for a bachelor party. This man’s wearing a tshirt with Y/n's face on it and it said “IM HAPPILY MARRIED THANK YOU”

↳ @/officialY/nCavill: You best believe I did that, have you seen my man😭 I ain’t taking any chances

↳ @/happychrismas: OMG SHE ACTUALLY REPLIED TO YOU, THE QUEEN HERSELF

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@/francaiswho: During filming Henry can’t wear his wedding ring during scenes, so he got it tattooed onto his ring finger just to prove his devotion 🥲

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@/fleabagmonkeyface: Saw The Cavill couple and their baby at the zoo, the baby had a Marvel tshirt but a DC hat☠️ I overheard a few of their convos with their baby and I near started sobbing because of how cute it was. They call him bambi 😭

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@/onyourleft: Kill me. A friend of mine saw Y/n modelling clothes for Henry once she got our of the changing rooms, and he would whistle and cheer for her every time she twirled

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@/brownbobstyle: Remember when Y/n was mobbed by crazy fans and Henry near started a fist fight for her, THEN WENT ON ALL HIS SOCIALS TO CALL OUT BY NAME ALL THE PAPARAZZI THAT DID NOTHING TO HELP. Love that man

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@/fishiesfornemo: Bringing us back to that time of twitter when Y/n was pregnant and posted about how she made Henry sleep on the couch because he said she was overreacting. Next morning she woke up to a whole buffet for breakfast as an apology😭 Henry then posted that he never said that and it was just smthn that happened in one of Y/n'a dreams

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@/HenryCavill: Can someone tell me how do I get my sleeping wife with a grip like a gorilla, off me in the morning. it’s been three hours. i’m hungry

↳ @officialY/nCavill: Fine then, no cuddles for you. Ever.

↳ @/HenryCavill: Now hold on there honey, I never said that. You know I love your cuddles♥️

↳ @/Cavillfan1: LOOOL HENRY GOT TOLD 😭😭

let me start this off by mentioning stu's TOUNGE. yelling and screaming because he definitely gives the best head ever. what ab reader and him sneak away from a party and into the bathroom where he starts eating the reader out when billy walks in and just chuckles at the sight before him and just stays and watches occasionally commenting on something.

screams in horny-

save for the corny horror playing in the background, and the slupring between your thighs, the bathroom is quiet. you're gripping at the counter, thighs draped over the male's shoulders. he's digging bruises into your hips, tongue swirling figure eights against your gummy walls.

"jesus christ, stu," you preen, fingers tightening around the marble. he retracts for a moment, peeking out from under the hoot of your clit, and flashing that cheshire grin of his that has your heat squeezing behind your ribs.

there's a slipshod knock against the wood of the door and no wait for a response before it swings open to reveal billy, a dark curl bobbing over his dark eyes. "hey.. oh shit, man." he pauses for a moment, head tilting to the side in curiosity before he slumps against the doorframe, arms crossing over his chest. "this where you've been hiding?"

stu's lips are swollen and dripping with your slick as he peeks up from between your quivering legs. "i mean, yeah, man." he barks in laughter, smoothing a thumb over your puffy lips, eyebrows quirking up at the whine is draws from you. "ain't she pretty?"

billy nods, sucking at his teeth. "fuck yeah, man. you don't mind if i stay, do you?"

your lips part to say something - what, you're unaware - but stu cuts in. "pretty thing always likes to put on a show, doesn't she?" he hums, suckling your clit between his lips and licking the flat of his tongue over it. "c'mon, sugar. y'wanna show him how good of a girl you are? you can do it." he bites now, and your legs clamp down around his head with a breathy moan. "lemme just get you ready, and you can take his cock too."

hockey player!rafe cheering on his figure skater!girl during a competition and being seen by reporters and being asked questions about his NHL career and him being all like "shut up. i'm trying to watch my girl skate."

his breath fogs up against the glass that contains his girlfriend within he's standing so close, fingers resting on the barrier, rapping anxiously against it. he's got another game after her performance - one that will determine his chances of getting into the big leagues - and so he's dressed up to the neck in formal attire.

he watches as she spins around, uniform glittering under the arena's harsh lights, face spread into a faux smile to appease the judges, knees locked and toes pointed with every tight turn. "c'mon... c'mon.." he mutters, aware of the big spin she has coming up, an axel that she's been practicing for the past couple weeks.

there's a rap of fingers against his shoulder, one that he ignores the first time, until it repeats itself. "fuck off," he brushes them off, hands swatting at the appendages that pop his personal bubble. "i'm tryin' t'do something here, can't you see that?"

"rafe.. rafe cameron?" the reporter weasels in closer, trying to get a good view of his face, tape recorder in hand. "do you have anything to say about your upcoming game? anything to comment on?"

he scoffs, not even giving the petite woman a passing glance, jaw ticking with annoyance as y/n lands the turn, the surrounding crowd erupting in a flurry of cheers. "yes!" he whispers, clapping his hands. "can you fuck off a bit? trying to see my girl, and you're getting in my fuckin' way."