Season 2 Rafe On Top!!!

~Neteyam~

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how I look at the fics that appeared after I refreshed the tag for the 476th time

idk about you guys but I think he has a wife

“my wife” ft. nanami kento

in which the married man nanami kento cannot stop using every single excuse to call you his wife. he just can’t help it, it sounds really nice.

at the bakery, instead of looking for it he went to the counter to ask, “excuse me, do you have whole wheat bread? my wife prefers that over the plain one.” was there a reason for him to mention you? nope. is he going to to it again? absolutely.

he now brings home cooked lunch to work. the man who usually dreads the small talk from his coworkers now becomes quite eager when they notice the bento and asked him about it. “my lunch looks great? thank you. my wife cooked this for me.”

or when it’s after hours and there’s random talk amongst the workers such as places to visit on vacation. “these are really good recommendations, i’ll have to visit them with my wife if i have the chance.”

when he’s on grocery shop duty after work when you asked him to buy something from the market. kento tasted the one of the sample food and perked up, for two reasons. reason one is that he finds something you’d like, second reason, “where can i find more of this? my wife would love this.”

when a random stranger flirts with him and he didn’t miss a beat to say, “ah, you find me charming? thank you, my wife would agree.”

his phone would ring while he’s occupied in a work discussion and he had the slightest smile on his face as he stood up, “excuse me, my wife is calling.”

the way he always tried to insert you in every conversation even if the topic barely correlates to you. “i seriously almost drowned that day, the beach can be really dangerous,” one of his coworker said, finishing a story. and who would be able to know why kento felt the need to say, “my wife quite likes the beach.”

even in front of mutual friends such as gojo, as he knew the both of you back from high school days. “let me ask my wife first if she wants to come.” oh now it’s gojo’s turn to roll his eyes after so many years he has tormented the blond man with his antics. “you know that i know ‘your wife’ right? that she’s my friend too?” nanami looked at him, “what’s your point?” he deadpanned.

on the most random time of the day, he would say randomly during the day, his mind wandered to you as always. “i miss my wife.”

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guys i think he has a wife

what do we think???

I AM UNWELL XKENCJEBCWHBD

i’m actually losing my goddamn mind. i need to suck his dick and let him hit from the back. raw, rough, til my legs give out.

god created men and sent lando norris as an apology.

jake sully and his slutty little waist.

the waist that has your legs wrapped around at night as he ruts into you. the waist that you grab at and caress when he’s hitting the specific spot in you that makes you whine and squirm. the waist that always has scratches going from the sides to the back due to your wandering hands and indescribable pleasure.

jake sully and his slutty little thighs.

the thighs you catch yourself ogling at when he’s squatted down, sharpening his knife. the thighs you rock your hips up and down on when you get needy and he’s feeling too mean to give you what you really want. the thighs that flex constantly, making your eyes trained on them when your supposed to be doing other things.

jake sully and his slutty little chest.

the chest you would lay yours against when riding him. the chest you would subconsciously rest your head on when sleeping. the chest you would be faced with when training, him deciding to tease you some days by putting you face to face with his toned chest that he knows you adore and makes you crumble.

jake sully and his slutty little arms.

the arms that would be planted on either side of your head during missionary. the arms that would squeeze your waist tight during hugs. the arms that would flex every time he raised his bow, which you loved because the definition made you more horny than it should.

jake sully and his slutty little fingers.

the fingers that would be knuckle deep in your pussy at night. the fingers that would wrap tightly around your throat when he needed you to be quieter. the fingers that would tease you day and night in front of the clan by raking up your thighs, going just below where you needed them to be, then back down again.

jake sully the slut.

luke alvez & matt simmons are better than any man

𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭- 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖.𝐂: 𝟐𝐤

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟), 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨! 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 <𝟑 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐭𝐰!

You giggled as Loki twirled you around the centre of the ballroom as everyone watched you both in awe. Friga was standing by a wall along with Thor, the pair wore a contemptuous smile. They both knew Loki never made it easy to let someone in and allow him to be vulnerable. He’s had many princesses and other women across the realms throw themselves at him and offer nothing but the luxuries their homes had to offer.

But none of them actually lasted, they would all be shut out and get placed to the side. That was until you. Neither of you were presented as a possible suitor but instead you came to Asgard seeking temporary refuge after being attacked and forced to flee home. Frigga knew the moment her eyes met yours that you were the one for her son.

Frigga had Loki show you not only around the castle but as much of Asgard as he could without getting frustrated and feeling like it was a burden. When he was first around you, he was cold, saying the bare minimum. He even snapped at you to which he immediately regretted.

You allowed him to open up at his own pace, never once forcing him to say or do anything he didn’t want to do. You were so gentle with him, treating him as if he was a glass doll that could shatter at any given moment. The minute he allowed himself to envelop in your aura he instantly knew you were it.

“Wait Loki! I’m going to fall!” You shrieked as he spun you impossibly faster. He pulled you into his chest abruptly as your feet tangled with one another. The room kept spinning even as you stood still.

Loki watched you clutched to his chest, your chest raised up and down rapidly from the constant twirls. “One more dance?”

You shook your head no instantly, “Oh no, no, no. I feel like I’m drunk and I have yet to actually drink!”

“You’re denying your husband a dance? On his wedding night?” He asked.

“Your wife is denying you a dance,” You emphasized as you gently swayed with him. “We’ll dance plenty more my love.”

Loki wrapped his arms around your middle, trapping you in. “No.”

“No?”

“No.” He repeated.

You laid your head on top of his chest, your eyes fluttering shut. You listened to his heart beat against his chest, it raced each time you nuzzled further into him. “What if we start out honeymoon a bit early?” You mumbled against him.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea,” He started, “but only after a dance.”

“You always have to have it your way don’t you?”

“Of course I do darling,” He nodded.

To your luck the song was at a much slower tempo than the previous one. It allowed you to be able to actually enjoy the dance without having the need to throw up. His hands inched lower, borderline scandalous only for them to be dragged back up.

You decided to have it your way with your hands placed at the nape of his neck, your nails scratching against the particular spot that made him keen. Instead of tilting your head up to look up at him your eyes darted upwards filled with lust and desire.

You leaned forward and captured his lips in yours. His hands gripped your hips with urgency when your hands gripped his hair and pulled on it. You pulled away before it got too heated, your teeth pulled on his bottom lips and it bounced back in place. His lips chased yours but you kept leaning backwards with a devilish smirk.

“You love to deny me don't you?” He grumbled as his forehead leaned on yours.

“Perhaps,” You chirped. “It’s all part of the fun, especially-” You pressed your front to his, your hand sneaked in between your bodies and you plamed him through his pants. “When you get riled up.”

His head was thrown back and a relieved sigh escaped his lips. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips, “Darling.”

“I already danced with you,” You reminded him of your deal. “Now it’s my turn.” You pulled him through the crowd, stealing glances while you bit your lip in anticipation.

“Brother!” Thor yelled and grabbed Loki’s shoulders. “Where are you going? The ceremony has just begun.”

Loki tightly closed his eyes and fought the urge to give him a sarcastic remark. “I’m leaving, brother.”

“I can see that but why?”

“Because…” you sang as you placed a hand on Thor’s chest lovingly. “We would like to be alone.”

It took Thor a minute for your words to have fully registered into his brain. “Oh, oh. Sorry to keep you, I should just-” Thor walked away with tomato colored cheeks.

The both of you laughed at his embarrassed state having forgotten as to why you were leaving. But when you remembered you dragged him to the carriage. Loki helped you get inside and once the door shut his hands went all over you.

“Loki,” You warned him. You took his hands off of you but kept them interlocked with yours. “You need to wait until we get to-”

“But I can’t wait,” He groaned. His head dipped to the curve of your neck and placed harsh kisses.

Your hand escaped his and went for his cheeks. Using your one hand you cupped it and bright it away from your neck. “Darling I said to wait.”

A carriage ride had never felt like an eternity for Loki. His body burned with desire and to have you underneath him as you claimed each other’s body, mind and soul. When the carriage came to a stop Loki practically leapt out of the carriage. Your feet didn’t even get to touch the ground when Loki carried you bridal style.

He carried you like that all the way into the house he got you for the honeymoon. You didn’t get to appreciate the oasis around you and were too focused on unbuttoning his shirt. You only got the first 3 unbuttoned when he threw you on the bed. You landed with a yelp, you pushed yourself back up on your elbows and watched Loki fully take off his shirt.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” He murmured.

He took 4 steps forward and pulled your ankle down the bed. Loki got up on the bed and hovered his body over yours. Your lips chased his, moaning in satisfaction when they met. Your hands frantically raked down his back and went all the way to his bottom and pushed his lower half into yours.

Loki pulled back and crawled backwards back to the edge. He bunched your skirt upwards all the way to your hips and roughly kissed your thighs while his body rutted on the mattress. His teeth grazed over your skin and soothed it with the swirl of his tongue.

“No panties?” He mischievously asked when he was faced with your bare cunt.

His large hands gripped the middle of your thighs and parted them as far as they allowed him to. You were absolutely dripping, your cunt was begging to be stuffed. As much as Loki wanted to, he first wanted to savour you and drown himself in your sweetness. He blew cool air onto you, mesmerized by the way you clenched around nothing.

“Loki please,” You whined and brought your cunt close to his face.

He decided to take mercy on you and licked a broad stripe from your hole all the way to your swollen pearl. Your back arched as you gripped the sheet in ecstasy. Your moans echo in his head and spur him on as he repeated his actions a couple more times. His tongue dragged back to your clit, kitten licking it slowly to bring you over the edge.

“Oh my-shit.”

Your body started to move on its own accord to chase it’s first release of the night. It craved the euphoric feeling to rush down your body. Loki knew you were close when your thighs locked around his head and with all his might he pulled away.

“As much as I love feeling you cum on my tongue,” He said, crawling back up to you. “I’d much rather have you do it on my cock. Over and over again.”

He pulled his trousers off and threw them across the room. Then his hands went to your back to look for the zipper. When he couldn’t find it he brought his hands to the front of the dress and used his Jotun strength to rip it in half.

“Hey! My dress!” You yelled when you saw the fabric ripped in a straight line and created two perfect halves. “Now I won’t have it to pass down.”

“We’ll make them remake it. Simple.” His jaw then dropped in awe when he fully saw your body.

“I’ve never seen anything so perfect,” He began to kiss your chest lovingly all the way down to your stomach. He made sure he didn’t miss one spot. “Every curve,” He leaned down and kissed your hip bone, “just for me to see.” He then kissed your other hip bone while he massaged your upper thigh, “And only for me to touch.”

“It’s all yours,” You moaned when fingers grazed against your swollen cunt.

He aligned himself with your entrance, entering with one swift motion. The stretch deliciously burned across your body which caused you to gasp out. Loki moaned out and stilled when he came to the hilt.

“Oh fuck,” He gasped out at the way your walls gripped him.

Loki drew his hips back and slammed them back in against your pelvis. Moans tumbled from both of your lips with each thrust. Your hands flew to his jet black locks, tugging harshly when his cock brushed against that spongy spot.

“R-Right there, please don’t stop.”

Loki took this as a cue to grab your leg and hoisted it on his shoulders. The thrust that followed allowed him to go deeper than before. You sobbed out in bliss when the tip of his cock kissed your cervix.

“You’re so tight,” He growled out, his hips picking up with speed causing your tits to bounce with each harsh thrust. “You’re gripping me like a damn vice.”

“Harder,” you managed to squeak out.

‘Your wish is my command,” Loki thrusted with more force into you. The strength of his thrust made you scream out his name. You gripped his biceps, red half moon crescent markings embedded his skin. Loki’s orgasm was rapidly approaching, his thrust losing it’s previous pace, now driving into you with a frantic pace. But he needed to hold out for you.

“Darling I need you to cum,” He breathed out with his eyes tightly shut. “Please, I won’t last any longer,” His thumb went to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. “Please cum for me,” He whined out, his arms felt like jelly and were threatening to give out.

Jolts of electricity ran through you and his whines almost pushed you over the edge. You rolled your hips to meet his thrusts and tears collected at the corner of your eyes. With a couple rolls of your hips, you came with a silent scream as your body trembled.

“Good girl, you’ve always been good to me,” Loki babbled as he let his body chase the release it’s been desperately needing.

“Oh god-I’m cumming,” Loki’s hips stuttered as his cock twitched inside you. You felt the warmth of his ropes of cum fill your body. Once his breathing returned to normal he sat back and admired the way his seed dripped out of you. This was his way of marking you, telling your body that it belonged to him and no one else.