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nomad steve is a big fat fuckin MUNCH. idc idc idc. nobody can change my mind. that man eats pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. he is STARVED.
you wake up? his head is in between your thighs. your working? he wants you to sit on his face while you do it. your doing the dishes? best believe that man is on his knees tongue deep inside your pussy desperate to have you cream all over his face. making comments like
“you just looked so good baby i couldn’t help it, had to get a taste of you”
“you like it when daddy sucks on your clit while you finish your chores? yeah? fuckin dirty girl”
“fuck honey, cum in daddy’s mouth, come on give it to me”
“pussy tastes like fuckin heaven”
one thing he does not stand for is hovering. when he tells you to sit on his face, he means sit on it. he’ll be grabbing your hips, pulling you down onto his face, his rough beard rubbing against your thighs while his tongue explores your dripping heat and you know damn well he eats it in the morning so he can smell your pussy on his facial hair during the day, his tongue darting out to lick over his moustache, savouring the taste of your juices.
your spread missionary as he suckles and nibbles on your clit, his fingers fucking into you at a desperate pace, missing the taste of your cream even though he’s already had you twice today, his mouth opening wide as you writhe and squirt on his tongue, watching him as he moans and grunts, his hips rocking into the mattress beneath him as he fills his boxers with hot n sticky ropes of cum
“jesus christ” he breathes, “got me cumming in my pants like a damn teenager sweet girl, thats how fuckin good your pussy tastes.”
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➼ wc: 1k+
➼ pairing: Sakusa x reader
➼ warnings: none
➼ genre: fluff-ish?
pt2
Your eyes lazily glaze over the window covered in continuously moving raindrops, a hand supporting your chin as you let out a small sigh. The weather wasn’t going to let up any time soon, just your luck. Stretching your legs, your eyes moved over the nearly empty classroom previously filled with lively toddlers.
There was a timid girl left, who would always keep to herself during breaks, you often wondered if she never felt the need to play with the other kids. And lastly, a boy with raven black hair with downcast eyes as he’s glancing down at his picture book, hands eagerly gripping the pages as the story carried him further and further into a fantasy world. The sight causes a smile to tug at the corner of your lips, prompting you to move a bit closer. “What’s that Eiji?” you bent through your knees, arms resting in front.
The boy turns to you, his dark eyes look up at you with a sparkle as his lips curl up into a giant smile. You tilt your head as his words are all over the place, excitedly babbling on about the characters. You nodded intently as he happily showed you his favourite characters; pointing at a dark haired hero in the picture book.
“This one reminds me of my daddy!” his tiny finger taps the characters- presumably a knight’s- head. The words don’t fail to make you melt a little inside, Eiji was one of your favourite students; he was so attentive and kind towards others, a genuine pleasure to see in class every day.
Your train of thought comes to an abrupt end when you hear shoes tapping on the floor of your classroom. You lift yourself up, dusting your pants off as you turn to face the visitor.
“Oh,” you stop in your tracks, that was unmistakably Eiji’s father, “good afternoon sir” you manage to squeeze the words out of your throat. You had to admit, he was handsome, a tall frame, piercing eyes and the exact same hair as his son, just longer; dressed in dress pants, a button-up and a long coat.
You feel mildly uncomfortable as his eyes linger on you for a little longer than what was considered normal; “You’re here to pick up Eiji right?” as the words leave your mouth you feel the urge to sew it shut, obviously he was here to pick up his son? what kind of question was that!
He nods, Eiji has picked up the fact that his father has come to pick him up and takes off in a hurry to the entrance of the classroom, arms spread out. It comes as a surprise to you when his father quickly reprimands him, pointing at the sink, “Eiji, what do we do before we hug after you come back from school?” the boy stops in his tracks and makes a u-turn for the sink. It coaxes a small giggle from your lips as Eiji is eagerly washing his hands on the stool in front of the sink. Your attention is pulled to the man in the doorframe once more as he speaks up, “were you the one that made the class cookies last week?” his voice is deep, like a low rumble.
You pause, wondering if he’d reprimand you for letting little kids share cookies, maybe he was concerned about the hygienic aspect of it all?
“Ah, yes i did, i just -” his voice interrupts you,
“Eiji really enjoyed them, so much so that he wouldn’t stop asking me to make them for him during the vacation” your brows furrowed in confusion,
“Do you want the recipe then?”
“Well, i’m not really the type that’s good at baking,” the corner of his lip tugged up in a half-smile, “I was going to ask if you could actually come to my house and help out?”.
Your heart skips a beat, it’s minor but you feel that familiar rush, eyes widening in surprise.
“Me?” your finger incredulously taps against your chest, a genuine confused expression staring back at him, “I don’t even know your name.” You were silently thanking whichever part of your brain had managed to spit out some words because you knew deep down you were stunted to the point of having no reply available, this man had asked you to come to his house to help him bake cookies for his son? You’d have to pinch yourself when you were alone because you weren’t believing this.
“Can’t your wife bake?” it was a genuine question, you’d’ve thought he would have turned to his wife for help instead of his son’s teacher. You noticed he was pawing the material of his coat, eyes cast at his son who was eventually running back to him, holding his tiny hands up.
“Look papa! Clean hands” his hands made grabby motions waiting for a reaction from his father who gave him a quick thumbs up, taking the smaller hand in his own.
“Well, you see, his mother and I aren’t together anymore” the comment is short as he’s checking to see if Eiji has taken everything with him to go back home.
“Oh,” you pause for a moment, “In that case, i’d love to come help out”, you gave the man a small nod as he shoots you a thankful look.
“Thank you so much,” he stops to think, “your name?”
“Y/N, I still haven’t caught yours either.”
“It’s Sakusa”.
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Amnesia - Hearts ~ Aug 4.
Malignant emptiness had secured reign over your heart. Slowly it spread throughout your system, beginning its quest to contaminate the liquid coursing through your veins. Not a single atom would be spared – each memory attached to your skin would be vanquished. The simplest touches to the warmth of your best friend, nothing would remain. Any efforts to combat the virus plaguing you was futile; you were no match for the craftsmanship of an ethereal being. As your final memory was seized by the excruciating cleanse, the person you once were ceased to exist. Born anew, y/n, welcome to your game.
The sound of foreign voices engaged in casual conversation had jolted awake your dormant senses. Due to your malfunctioning hippocampus, your face had naturally scrunched up as fragments of still-shots flickered inside of your head, resembling a filmstrip with numerous punctures. The only image that persisted long after the others incinerated was of a bed-headed male crouched on a staircase, with his face buried in his hands. It was the same male that regarded you with such concern the second your eyelids had fluttered open.
“She’s awake.” Within seconds, the droopy eyed stranger was at your side, his irises searched yours for any sign of injury, while yours struggled to retain any recognition. “Hey, y/n. How are you feeling?”
That was a valid question, one you were not prepared to answer, not because you did not want to. But because you did not know the answer yourself.
Groggily you pressed your hands on either side of the single mattress, as your elbows threatened to cave in, Kuroo slid an arm around you, stabilizing your movements. Behind him Makoto released a sigh, locating a hand to her forehead as she mumbled a comment about her blood-pressure.
Your heart skipped an involuntary beat the second his fingers connected with the fabric draped over your skin. The sensation, however, was prompted by fear, rather than fondness. Kuroo, who had felt your muscles tense, had removed his arm after confirming you were steady.
“Y/n, honey. Can you say something?” Makoto proceeded a cautious step closer, with a reassuring smile on her lips. “Are you in pain?”
Your y/e/c irises focused on the black-haired girl’s ensemble, searching for any indication of where you were or who you were with. A nametag had revealed her identity along with their location – Jack Rose. A small ache developed in your temples as you repeated the café’s name, striving to instigate any recollection. Using two fingers, you applied pressure to the throbbing location, with your gaze settling on your own uniform. Y/n – employee of Jack Rose was sewn into the right corner.
The reality of the situation was beginning to dawn on you. From what you could gather, something had occurred during your shift and now you were experiencing a form of amnesia. Miraculously, the realization had not thrown you into a state of distress. The memories would come back, they would have to... You just needed a trigger.
“I’m okay. Um…Where’s my phone?” The sound of your own voice had startled you – a fact that had chipped away at the little hope you were clinging to. How could you forget yourself? What had happened to you…?
If there was anything that would kick-start your mental processes, it would be past photos or videos. For now, it was vital to discover your relationship to the three people gawking at you.
“She’s asking for her phone, how typical. She’s fine.” Makoto clicked her tongue in distaste, while fetching the device from her apron pocket. “You dropped it when you fainted, silly bird.” She then lobbed the phone towards your lap.
“I don’t know…I still think we shoul’ take her to the hospital.” From the very moment he arrived, Atsumu’s attention had remained secured on you. The older male was tracking your every movement to form mental notes that he could relay if need be to a physician. “What do ya think, ‘surou?”
“If she won’t answer our questions, then we have no choice.” Kuroo’s response did not register as your attention was solely on the smart device held within your palm. The quest to discover your identity began with Twitter – your profile to be exact.
It was strange to say the least to read over your inner thoughts with no recollection. Twitter was in some forms the new generations version of a dairy. What had you meant about acting on your feelings? Feelings for what? Or feelings for who? The guessing game was brought to a pause as an incoming message demanded your attention.
It’s not safe…? The three simple words had punctured your lungs, the air within the confines of the lunchroom could no longer be accepted. Dread etched across your chest, yet the small voice in your head directed you to present yourself as collected.
“Y/n?” Suddenly the blonde male had a palm over your forehead to assess whether you had a fever. During your little exploration, Makoto had exited the room and only the two boys remained.
“I’m fine, guys. But I am a bit tired, do you think I could go home?” A weary smile was forced onto your lips to verify the truth of your words –but it failed to convince either of them.
“You already worked a shift today; I can help in the kitchen. It’s alrigh’. Take her home. But if she doesn’t feel any better, take her to the hospital.” Atsumu lifted his shoulders into a short shrug, the response was evidently directed at the black-haired male who agreed with a nod.
“Okay, let’s go.”
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The journey home was laced with silence, outside of the occasional inquiries from the younger male on your health. He was insistent, you mentally noted, but also endearing. Before leaving Jack Rose, you skimmed through your contacts and following to ascertain the names of those closest to you. The one from earlier was Atsumu – the person you had tweeted about. The girl was Makoto, your co-worker and perhaps one of your best friends. The person who was currently staring at you questionably was Tetsurou. At one point a spark of longing had flashed in his irises, only increasing the guilt hovering over you for forgetting his existence.
Well, if it made him feel any better, you also forgot your own –
“Oi. Where are you going?” Kuroo’s fingers tangled with the fabric of your collar, tugging you a few steps back as you accidentally missed the entrance of your building. “Did you forget where you lived?” The latter part of the sentence was spoken through a slightly higher pitch, demonstrating his growing concern.
“Oh, sorry. I was lost in thought.” Artificial laughter bubbled in your throat, irritating your tonsils in the process.
“If something was wrong, you would tell me, right?” His hands found refuge in his jacket pockets, yet his gaze did not waver from yours. Your attempts to reassure him were once again dismissed instantly. Withholding the truth from him was beginning to become more difficult, and you were unsure whether you could – he was incredibly perceptive.
“Yes… I promise. After some sleep, I’ll be brand-new.” Or so you hoped.
“Okay. I’m going to hold you to that.” Truthfully, there was nothing you could say to ease his concerns. But a promise would suffice for now. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Fifteen minutes. Fifteen whole minutes until you were able to determine what apartment number was yours. The task would have been much simpler if you checked your ubereats account rather than scrolling through your messages. A small sliver of hope had ignited within your heart when you twisted the key in the lock, perhaps seeing your apartment would trigger a memory or two. Anything would be helpful at this point; you were sincerely grasping at straws.
Instantly any hope that lingered deflated, only to be replaced with frustration. Answers – you needed answers. Retrieving your phone from your bag, you tapped on messages and alerted the one person who knew about your predicament that you were home.
No, this could not be happening. An elaborate joke, maybe, but not the truth. How could you digest this information – how could anyone? A sob clogged the back of your throat as fear washed over your system. Desperate to confirm you were simply stuck in a warped nightmare, you forced yourself to search the apartment for anything that would make sense. If you had to accept this reality, how could you arm yourself without your memories? Who was friend or foe?
It was only when you crumpled onto the ground in defeat when your eyes landed on a charm glimmering under your bedframe. Attached to the dazzling piece was… a dairy. Instinctively, your fingers brushed along the cover before tugging on the string to where the latest entry was written.
Aug 3rd.
One day will it be different…? Will he wake up and see me differently? Or am I destined to feel this way forever? Ah, unrequited love, the subject of many Shakespearian stories and the source of my latest dilemma. Could he come to love me? See me beyond a sister-figure? The question remains unanswered… and I doubt I shall ever know it. And so, I welcome this bittersweet misery.
Ew, this sounds like a cheesy poem, not a diary entry. I feel sorry for my future self, having to read this garbage. But my problem remains. To be or to not be? Just kidding, this isn’t Hamlet. To tell one of my childhood best friends that I love him or to not? I guess not.
Amnesia - Hearts ~ Aug 4.
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rafe with a piss kink?!?
i just seen your bucky one😻😻
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god you need to send me asks more often! i love all of the ones you send me🫶🏻 rafe would be soooo mean about it…
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your sat on rafe’s lap watching a movie together like you usually did on friday nights (since he didn’t approve of you going out without him and you didn’t want to spoil girls night by taking him with you) your back pressed against his bare chest and your legs intertwined as you sat on the couch, him only wearing a pair of boxers and you in your skimpy “pajamas” that he had chosen out for you.
you began to squirm around on his lap, your plump ass pressing into his cock as you clenched your thighs, desperately needing to go pee but not wanting to disturb rafe or miss a good part of the movie.
“quit squirming.” he mumbled, his hands moving to grip your hips, stilling your movement. you knew you shouldn’t have drank all that water earlier, rafe had warned you, you’d be up and down to the bathroom all night but you were so thirsty from your yoga class. so you downed around 3 glasses of water at once.
you whimpered quietly, the pressure on your bladder becoming too heavy for you to withstand. you attempted to get up, thinking if you didn’t mention it he wouldn’t question you. silently you shifted, moving away from his lap in an attempt to stand.
rafe was quick to tighten his grip on your hips, pulling your ass back down against his cock. a thick hand wrapped around, gripping your throat in a strong hold making you moan quietly.
“where do you think you’re going, hm?”
“r-rafe, let me go, i gotta’ go pee.”
“huh…” he sighed in false thought, a wicked smirk appearing on his clean shaven face. “nah i think you can hold it a little longer baby, just be quiet and watch the movie.” he thrusted his hips up gently against your pussy, his cock clearly hard, rubbing up and down your clothed cunt, his tip catching against your clit.
you whimpered yet again, clenching your thighs together quickly as you felt a dribble of liquid drip through your panties, soaking your shorts and leaking onto rafes cock. sighing at the slight relief you felt, praying he hadn’t noticed, your cheeks flustered due to your embarrassment. however you weren’t as lucky as you had hoped, nothing got past rafe. you should’ve known.
“fuck baby, you pissin’ on me now? filthy fuckin’ slut. do i need to do everything around here? including taking you to the damn bathroom?” he growled from behind you, his chest rumbling, acting as if he was mad. when in reality his cock had never been harder, so ready to burst out of his boxers and fuck you til’ you can’t breathe.
“i’m so sorry daddy, i didn’t mean to. i swear it was an accident.” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks out of pure humiliation. you couldn’t hold back any longer, a steady stream of piss gushing out of your pussy, turning his boxers dark as you soaked his lap. crying and moaning at the sensation of finally being able to let go.
rafe groaned at the feeling of your hot piss soaking his cock, dry humping you roughly through your release.
“shh, it’s okay sweetheart, i know baby. your such a nasty little whore, pissing all over me, but its okay. daddy loves filthy girls like you, gettin’ me so hard. fuck.”
rafe pushed you off his lap and onto the floor, your knees hitting the hard surface making you whimper. he watched you with a dark grin as you looked up at him with a confused expression in your puppy dog eyes. “w-what are you doing?” you questioned. closing your eyes as he reached out, stroking the tears away from your cheeks with his thumb, shushing you gently.
suddenly your eyes burst open in shock as you felt a warm liquid begin to hit your chest, looking up to see rafe pointing his cock at your tits and face, his hot piss soaking your body in the most violating way possible. you sobbed as he marked you, confused as to why he was doing this.
“fuck that’s it, take my piss you filthy slut, is that what you are, yeah? you my dirty piss slut? soaking my cock then letting me mark you up. bet you fuckin’ love it. dirty girl, look at you, just writhing in my hot puddle of piss. who knew you were such a whore, baby.”
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okay but rafe somno is everything <3
ooooh!! this prompt had my tummy going 😵💫😵💫😵💫 thinking about S1 drug dealer rafe??
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your fast asleep when rafe gets home from his casual illegal activities, the ones he keeps secret from you since he thinks “your stupid little brain can’t handle daddy’s job, baby…it’s best you don’t know.”
as he enters your shared bedroom groaning quietly as he spots you spread out on your front, the small light on your bedside illuminating your figure. your pink nightgown that he payed for having ridden up your thighs, your clean shaven pussy (as per his demand) on show practically calling his name.
he silently removes his shorts and boxers, palming his already hard cock as he climbs into the silky sheets, laying his weight gently on top of you, moaning as he pushes his fat cock into your pussy, your walls clenching instinctively around him.
You awaken with a cry at his intrusion “oh, fuck daddy, wh-what are you doing?!”
he shushes you “shhh, let daddy have his fun… not as if you didn’t know what you were doing wearing that slutty little outfit.” he begins thrusting into your sopping pussy, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust as he pounds his hips into your ass listening to you whimper, your clit throbbing, begging for his attention.
his hand wraps around your waist, reaching down to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves “bet you wanted this to happen, huh? you wanted daddy to come home and stick his cock in your cunt while you were sleeping, didn’t you?” he mocks, pulling your head up and down by your hair, forcibly making you nod.
“damn right you did.. f-fuck, taking this dick so good f’ me, gonna’ cum inside you baby, teach you a lesson f’ teasing me this late at night.” he growls condescendingly as he gaslights you into apologising around his length considering the fact he bought the nightgown….
knowing you would wear it and knowing he could conjure an excuse to punish you for it.
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hiii okay this is my first time asking something and is terrifying and you don’t have to do this of course
rafe cameron takes the shy girl out for a date at the beach and at the end he fucks her senseless
also can i be 💋 anon?? 
ofc you can bby!! and dont be scared omg i would love to hear each and every one of your thoughts! also if you have sent me a request in my asks i will get to it after i publish my concepts!
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“your wine taste good sweetie?” he asked, his lips wrapping around the bottle in his hand, taking a swig of beer.
rafe surprised you, taking you to a private spot on his family owned beach; he had even hired a waiter to serve you underneath a beautiful open fale facing the jewel like ocean. contrary to popular belief, your boyfriend had never treated you poorly, never raising his voice, always buying you gifts and treating you like a princess. he practically worshiped the ground you walk on.
“mhm.” you nodded happily, sending him one of your famously shy smiles. his large hand reached across the table intertwining his fingers with your own much smaller ones.rafe had always been soft on you, you just seemed to have a way of comforting him with a sense of calming. he was so used to hearing crashing waves that he had forgotten what a calm ocean sounded like until he met you.
pushing his chair back he stands gently, keeping a hold of your hand. pulling you softly to stand. he leads you to the edge of the deck, standing behind you with his hands holding your hips as you lean over the wooden ledge, admiring the motionless sea and the crimson pink sky, watching as the sun begins to set.
“beautiful, huh?” he whispers, pressing kisses to your forehead. running his lips down til he reaches your neck, sucking and biting your soft skin gently.
you moan weakly at the sensation, clenching your thighs together to relieve some tension and throwing your head back in ecstasy. you push your hips further into his, listening to him grunt you begin to grind in circular motions, his grip tightening as he guides you, feeling his hard length in between your ass cheeks. His hands move from your hips to lift your dress over your ass.
At his newfound discovery he lets out a low whistle “no panties? naughty girl.” he drawls.
“t-touch me.. please rafe.” you whine, feeling hot underneath his gaze. His fingers run through your slit, gathering your sweet juices as you whine in pleasure, turning your head and watching as he lifts his fingers to his lips, sucking gently, panting at the taste of your sopping pussy.
“you know i love you, right honey?…” he whispered, pulling down his slacks, his hand wrapping around his fat cock, he begins rubbing his tip up and down against your hole, pushing his hips into you slightly, just deep enough that your walls began to swallow his thick mushroom tip as you cry out. you nodded shakily, tears streaming down your cheeks in anticipation.
“good. cause’ i’m gonna’ fuck you like i don’t.”
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#💋 anon#rafe cameron#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron smut#chxrrys prompts#chxrry answers
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hi baby! wasn’t sure if you did headcannons, but i have one if you do!
clubbing with rafe? sfw and nsfw!
thank u sweetie! — 💞
hi sweetheart! i have no idea how to write headcanons so this is my first attempt🫶🏻 ive also never written sfw or fluff so here we go!
sfw: in my head rafe is the type to never leave your side no matter what, oh you need to pee? he’s there watching you do it so no creeps follow you into the bathroom. you need to throw up? hes outside holding your hair while you puke into a bush.
he never NEVER. lets you pay for your own drinks, your his baby and he takes care of you and buys you everything you want bc thats what daddys like him do😌 and his hand is always covering the top of your drink (hes obviously holding it while you dance, duh)
if you don’t feel like bringing a purse/bag that night he definitely fills his pockets with all your shit, your lip gloss, keys, phone. anything you want, he’s got it.
if you start getting a little too drunk he’s there at your side, holding you upright as you stumble giggling at how uncoordinated you are. “cmon pretty girl, time to go.” or “i think you’ve had enough to drink now, sweetheart.”
when you get home he takes you into the bathroom, brushing your teeth for you as you sit on the toilet seat with your eyes closed. he changes your clothes and takes off your pretty dress, pulling you into a pair of his shorts and one of his shirts, he makes sure to tuck you in and wipe your makeup off with a cloth before applying your skincare and he fetches a glass of water upstairs for you alongside some paracetamol (or aspirin) to make sure you don’t wake up with a killer headache
nsfw: rafe wouldn’t dream of letting you dance alone, even if it means hes standing there like a brick wall, barely even moving his hips while you grind your ass up against him, rubbing on his bulge.
hes soooo protective so he definitely makes sure to stare down every guy in the club with his hand wrapped around your waist, just so they know your his. alongside marking up your neck with love bites before you leave the house, blotches of purple/red marks layered on your skin.
when your teasing grinding gets too much for him hes so quick to pull you into the bathroom, fucking you in one of the stalls. your hands pressed up against the wall, one thick hand around your waist and the other gripping your hair, his hips slamming into your ass from behind.
“dirty fuckin’ girl, letting daddy fuck you right here in public, such a naughty slut.”
“your just so needy and desperate for daddys cock you couldn’t even wait until we got home, huh?”
knowing FINE WELL he was the one who couldn’t wait, your pretty little body driving him crazy. he def gets off on the stares you both get as you leave the bathroom, your hair messy and your makeup running down your cheeks from crying so hard on his cock. a smirk plastered across his face with one hand on your shoulder. the glares from envious men (and women) not slowing his speed one bit as he struts across the crowded club.
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rafe 69???!??
💋anon
also i LOVED the way you wrote my ask x
I’m so happy you liked it🥺🫶🏻 i love ur asks!!!
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your hands grab at rafes calves as your sat on his face, his tongue exploring your insides, from sucking your throbbing clit to licking and shoving his tongue inside your tight pussy to practically making out with your asshole.
you suckle his tip, tasting him as his salty precum leaks onto your tongue. you lift your head with a loud whine as he pushes his thumb into your asshole, slipping into your usually tight hole with ease. “f-fuck rafe…” you sob at the intrusion.
he shushes you, his large hand quick to push your head back down onto his cock, forcing you to deep throat his thick length, gagging as your nose meets his full balls.
“fuck thats it… take this fat cock in your filthy mouth, you fuckin’ dirty girl” he groans, bucking his hips up to fuck your throat while he pushes his tongue into your cunt.
your creamy juices covering his face as you cum with a loud cry, bucking your hips further into his mouth, riding his face. “god… how do you taste so fuckin’ good” he growls, burrying his face in between your cheeks.
tears stream down your cheeks as his hips jerk “f-fuck, gonna’ cum so far down your throat you’ll be tasting me for weeks, baby.”
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pairing: steve rogers x reader
Warnings: 18+, slight daddy kink, lots of pda, choking, face slapping, thigh riding, hair pulling, degradation.
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He watches you across the room barely paying attention to Bucky and Sam’s conversation as you prance around in your pink mini skirt, only allowing you to have worn it since he was with you.
Your tight cropped shirt showing off your toned stomach which was now a nice shade of tan, caused by the amount of sunbathing you and Steve had done on the two week holiday break that iron man himself had graciously gifted you.
Your golden jewellery shining underneath the disco lights Tony insisted on getting when you all moved out of Stark tower and into the compound. Steve’s eyes leave you for a split second, engaging in Sam’s rambling.
Pool stick in your hand, you lean over the table ready to shoot your shot, too tipsy to notice your skirt riding up against your thighs exposing the light blue panties he picked out for you for everybody to see, wiggling your hips you lined your eyes up with the ball, every male (and female) gaze in the room suddenly fluttering to your ass.
Bucky notices this instantly, following their eye lines he lets out a low whistle “Think you’d best go and get your girl rogers.”
Steve’s focus is already out of the window, not even picking up on Sam’s hushed “god damn.”
Within a split second steve is on his feet making his way towards you, his thick thighs pounding across the room and at the sight of his biceps straining against his dark blue polo connecting to tensed fists.
Tony’s guests watchful eyes abruptly return to whatever they were doing before the sight of your pretty behind distracted them, the guys you were playing poker with making excuses as to why they had to leave, feeling the scene, not wanting to be the main attention of the super soldiers anger, confused as ever you begin to stand.
Swiftly you feel his familiar hands pushing you back down against the table, hips meeting your behind, you practically moan at the feel of his cock straining against his pants, pressed in between your asscheeks.
“Pretty girl…” oozed out of his lips, a smile grazing against your teeth knowing exactly who’s behind you “Stevie baby!” you say excitedly, making your second attempt to stand straight
“Ah ah ah” he whispers softly yet so harsh at the same time “You like acting like a slut baby? is my attention just not enough for you anymore, hmm?.”
“What are you talking about stevie” you giggle lightly, not understanding what he’s upset about, suddenly his large hand wraps around your ponytail, pulling your hair back roughly causing you to yelp, in both pain and pleasure.
“You know exactly what i’m talking about, you stupid little brat, you like shaking your ass for everyone to see?” he growls, his grip on your hair tightening.
You begin to try and defend yourself yet your lips don’t even have the chance to part before he’s dragging you away from the public eye and into a supply closet down the hall.
The second the door to the small room closes, steve’s on you in a flash, pushing you up against the wall, his knee sliding in between your legs pressing against your pussy, already soaked for him due to his man handling tactics, his veiny hand running up your chest and to your throat, gripping tightly against your throat as you choke for breath.
“God your such a stupid fucking whore sometimes” he shakes his head, you don’t dare try to speak knowing your already in enough trouble, “Grind against my thigh baby, i know you want to, you dumb, stupid little girl” he lets out in a condescending tone.
“Daddy please” You whimper as you began to grind your hips into his thick muscle, your clit throbbing against his jeans, as you rutted against him he started to feel your slick dampening his thigh.
“You can do better than that, speed it up dirty girl, before you make this even worse for yourself.” he threatened, your speed picked up instantly not wanting to anger him further, steve already knew you were getting close as your moans got louder, your mouth blabbering incoherent sentences.
Just as you began to feel your insides tighten, the familiar flood of pleasure was snuffed out within an instant as he gripped your hips, removing his thigh from between your legs.
“You didn’t really think i was going to let you cum after the show you just put on out there, did you?” he teased, you cried out desperate for that soothing release you had previously been so close to, whimpering and begging him to let you cum.
His hand lifted from your throat, hitting you across the face, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to get his point across, your cheek instantly turned a light shade of pink as your eyes welled up with tears.
“Cut that shit out right fucking now” he warned, “the next time i hear a noise come out of those pretty lips you’ll have wished you didn’t wear that damn skirt tonight” he growled as he stroked the cheek he had previously hit.
“Oh and you’d better hope those perverts are praying for you because you’re in for a very, very long night little girl.”
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ohmygod!! i know this isn’t even for a prompt but it got me thinking… clubowner!ari😵💫😵💫😵💫
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imagine your at a club with your friends, one of the biggest in the city, your waiting at the bar to pay for a round of drinks, you go to hand your card over to the bartender.
“it’s on the house.” he says while he wipes down the bar with a rag, you look at him puzzled “is it a night special or something? i didn’t see anything about free drinks on the poster outside…” you begin yet he’s already scuttling off to take a couples orders.
you reach for the tray of shots when you feel a large hand on your shoulder, you spin around in shock ready to fight off any unwanted men. you pause having to look up to catch the mans face.
his 6’5 form towers over your much smaller figure, dressed in a dark purple suit and tie, his pearly blues shining in the colourful lights looking down at you, his dark beard covering most of his face and his long curtains framing his godly sculpted face.
you shortly snap out of it as his leather gloved hand squeezes your arm “c-can i help you, sir?” you stammered.
he laughs “not even a thankyou, sweetheart? i thought you’d have better manners than that.” he teases, his rough voice sending shivers down your spine. you stutter as you try to find your words, seeming as their lodged in the back of your throat.
“i’m kidding, name’s ari…you gonna’ give me the curtesy of knowing yours or you just gonna’ keep starin’ at me with those pretty eyes?”
“a-ari as in… levinson?” you question in awe, ari’s name was known around your streets, the most notorious club owner to exist, 70% of clubs in the city all belonging to him, more money under his belt than the government itself.
he shakes his head gently with a smirk “why don’t you come with me.” almost as if your in a trance, you begin to trail behind him without hesitation.
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Warnings: 18+, choking, face slapping, degredation, slight daddy kink
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The sound of locks being turned woke you, your head snapping to your left as you quickly sat upright on the cold floor, your mind whirring at a million miles per hour, trying to rake through memories of how you could have possibly ended up in this mess.
“Rise and shine pumpkin” a male voice called out sinisterly, the door to the dark cellar opening letting the outside light shine in, you blinked rapidly as you waited for your eyes to adjust to the bright light. “Wh-where am i? Who are you?” you ask, voice trembling.
The man slowly came into view, he was actually pretty attractive all things considered. His expensive loafers sqeaky clean, his muscles bulging in his tight black polo and at just the sight of his 90s porn stache, you felt your heat becoming wet. Shame running through your veins as you looked up at him, eyes watering with innocence.
“The names Lloyd, I’m sure your wondering how you ended up here. I can say your not the sharpest knife in the drawer sweets, but thats just how i like them” he said accentuating his last few words, his cold blue eyes piercing into you as stood, leaning his body weight towards you.
A strike of panic surged through you, without thinking of the possible consequences you bolted towards the door. Running as fast as your legs could take you, your heart beating out of your chest. Needless to say, you didn't get very far before Lloyds muscular bicep wrapped around your neck, dragging you backwards. You yelp as you attempt to wiggle out of his grasp, to no avail. "You really shouldn't have done that sunshine."
He spins you around, holding you tightly against his chest as his hand roughly wraps around your neck, forcing you to look up into his eyes as his masssive body towers over your much smaller frame. Suddenly his hand strikes out against your check, your head whips sideways, your skin instantly turning red. Your eyes fill up with tears, squealing as you stare at him in shock.
He slowly backs you against the wall “I'm sorry sweetheart was daddy too harsh on you?" he chuckled.
"Dumb little girls like you just bring out that side of me."
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quick ransom drabble to satisfy my once a week need to be dominant🥴
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thinking about coming home from a long day at work, you step into your home placing your keys on the rack beside the door, your heels click gently against the floor incase Ransom is asleep, not wanting to wake up your sweet boy, you head towards the stairs, making sure they don’t creak as you reach your shared bedroom
“m-mommy please don’t st-stop, oh god”
his pained voice whines, you creep towards the door pushing it open slightly, low and behold, ransom is sitting up against your headboard
one hand massaging his balls, desperately wishing they were in your mouth, imagining your tongue rolling over him as you suck his sensitive skin, his other hand travelling upwards to grip his heavy cock, slowly stroking as pre cum leaks from his swollen tip, his face scrunched up, tears streaming down his cheeks
“fuck fuck fuck, suck my balls so good mommy, want you to swallow my cum, drink it all for me” he babbles to himself
as you open the door further it creaks, his eyes shoot open and the sight of you in your work attire alone has his shaft twitching, warning him his release is near
your top buttons on your blouse undone, showing just the right amount of cleavage, your heels clicking against your tiled bedroom floor as you move to shut the door behind you, all while maintaining eye contact and god your tight skirt showing of your soft thighs that he he cant wait to be in between, lapping up your pussy juices while you tug on his brown locks, grinding your hips into-
he can’t hold back any longer, his body begins to twitch, he fights against his heavy eyelids as he looks into your eyes, his mouth dropping open with a loud whimper
“yesyesyes mommy, oh god, fuck fuck”
“mhh so sensitive”
“so much cum all for you mommy”
he babbles, his load shooting out endlessly in thick white spurts, covering his abs in his juices
“m sorry mommy, m so sorry” he cries as he lets go of his dick as it slaps against his abs, his swollen pink tip pulsing against his stomach, cum still dribbling out of his pretty cock
you climb onto the bed, his thick arms reach out wrapping around your smaller frame, his cheeks and mouth soaked with tears and drool, hiding his face in your neck while he breathes in your soothing scent
“couldn’t wait until mommy got home, huh? so needy” you coo gently at him as your hands wipe away the drool leaking down his chin “what were you thinking about to get yourself so worked up baby boy?”
“you always you” he cries as you sooth him with gentle kisses along his broad shoulders, you lightly push him away from you as you move his hair out of his face, cupping his cheeks as you press your lips against his
he moans gently, his body still shaking from his previous orgasm, your tongues intertwine with one another, his cock growing hard again already
you push him down, his back once again resting against your headboard, you shift onto your knees as you lean down, your lips parting to suckle on his tip making him cry out
“M-MOMMY” he pants, hands flying out to paw at your bedsheets, ransoms cock turning red, proving his overstimulation
you shush him as you continue licking and drinking up his cum, your mouth overjoyed as you taste his sweetness with a slightly salty tinge
“i know your sorry my sweet boy but you broke one of our number one rules, remember baby? no touching without mommy’s permission”
he knew that. he definitely knew that. but you were working and he was just oh so desperate and horny for your tight cunt he couldn’t help but touch himself
“so your gonna sit there and look pretty while mommy laps up that sweet cum of yours and then maybe mommy will put your cock inside her warm pussy, sound good? good boy”
ran nods his head gently “yes mommy” his pretty blues staring down at you, knowing he’s in for a very, very long night tonight.
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bestieeeeee. i’ve been thinkin about mean daddy lloyd and making you kiss and lick his boots after a long days hard work😵💫. he’d be so nasty about it, lounged in his chair, drink in hand while you’re dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and a pretty bow in your hair, tongue sliding over the leather of his boots while he stares down at you😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫. he doesn’t even need to say a word, the look on his face is enough to leave you with an ache between your thighs😵💫
god your so right😩yes to all of this!!!😵💫 your like a little devil on my shoulder... connecting ur dirty thoughts to mine!
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he would be soooooo so mean..
“stupid pup, licking my boots like the fuckin’ mutt you are.”
“this is all your good for… sittin’ between my legs wearing those cute panties daddy bought for you, starin’ at me with that dumb fuckin’ look on your pretty face.”
he totally makes you suck his balls too, claiming your not worthy enough to suck his cock.. that you haven’t earned it. holding your head against them as he groans
“fuckin’ sac slut.. that’s right, suck on daddy’s fat balls.. gotta’ earn my fuckin’ cock”
“cmon’ you filthy little whore… take em’ both in your slutty mouth, i’ll make em’ fit don’t worry puppy.”
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Cherry! What do you think would be the nicknames Steve calls his love? - 🌸
oooh this is a good one!🫶🏻
sfw- he’s definitely big on sweetheart, baby, babe, and he totally teases you with a cute/funny nickname that only you and him know the story behind. (i love the name ‘sweets’ but thats Bucky coded for sure)
nsfw- dirty girl is my favourite, he always uses whore and slut but he makes sure to put ‘my’ in front of them and adds words like “are you my filthy fuckin’ whore, huh?” and he looooves calling you a good girl just to see how flustered you get. sometimes he gets a little feral too and starts calling you his cumdump, breeding bitch, sac slut.. need i say more?
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send me asks guys🥺 send me a prompt and ill expand ! check my tag “chxrrys prompts” to find ones i have completed! or just talk to me about random stuff, i feel like i don’t interact with my followers as much as i would like too🫶🏻🫶🏻
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Hi! How r u? Can I make a request of Suga supporting his s/o who is a figure skater. I want to be a figure skater but my parents don’t support me :( and that makes me sad
bby I'll support you with ur ice skating :( I hope you get to fulfill your dream someday, ice skating is such a gorgeous sport!
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The first thing you notice as you step onto the rink is the biting cold sensation nipping at the areas of skin not covered by your tights and suit. It takes a while for you to get moving and warm up but once you get yourself moving, you remember why you love the sport so much.
It had been a while since you last set foot on the ice, you had always dreamt of pursuing what you’d been dreaming of since you were a little kid; chasing after your lifelong goal of becoming a professional figure skater. Although, people in your social environment weren’t always so supportive of your goals, you would often get condescending looks or backhanded compliments. Telling you to pursue something a bit more stable or to drop it all together, the words empowered you but at the same they planted little seeds of doubt in your mind.
Your hands push yourself off from the edge of the rink, hoping that bringing yourself back onto the rink would help clear your mind from the countless voices of doubt echoing in your mind. And so you let you, you feel the air moving around you as you glide across the ice. It works almost as if it were magic, the smoothness of your movements pulling your attention away from your thoughts.
You almost glaze over the silver-haired male stepping into the area surrounding the rink, his hands are hidden in his pockets, face masked behind a big scarf. You slow down, curiously skating over to the edge; your right hand holds onto the edge while your right hand is waving him down. His eyes light up as soon as he sees you, scurrying over with overwhelming enthusiasm.
“Y/N! Here you are!” Sugawara pulls down the scarf, his voice is more clear as he urges you to come sit next to him on the bench facing the empty rink. As you lower yourself onto the bench an arm wraps itself around your waist, he’s not saying much but you already know what he’s thinking. It brings a small smile to your lips as you let yourself lean into his chest.
“I’m so incredibly proud of you, do you know that?” you swallow, how did he know these were the exact kind of words you needed to hear right now? His hand reaches out to grasp yours, his fingers tracing shapes on the back of your hand. If this had been anyone else, you’d ignored the comment, but this was Sugawara; you knew deep down that his comments were always genuine, he was one of the only people who genuinely supported you in you dream. You look up, making eye-contact, as you notice the look in his eyes; it’s a gentle look you’ve come to find comfort in and you couldn’t be more grateful to have an amazing boyfriend who supports you through every hardship you experience.
“thank you,” it’s not much but he understands you appreciate him just as much, even if it’s not expressed in words. Your eyes are cast towards the empty rink, lights dimly lighting up the ice. Having someone like him by your side, supporting your every move and dream was refreshing, the fresh air you had so desperately needed.
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