#blurb prompts

[suugarbabe]

Angst with a fluffy smutty ending (;)), Theodore nott, prompt 41 and 4

Pleaaaaaase 😩

(4) "That noise....keep making it."

(41) "Look me in the eyes this time and say you don't feel anything for me."

18+ MDNI! THIS IS YOUR WARNING; be aware of the content you consume

You grunted as you were shoved into the closet after Theo, Mattheo giggling as he closed and locked the door behind you both. You huffed, leaning against the closest wall and crossing your arms. With a flick of his wrist Theo created a low glow in the closet. "I can't believe this," you sighed in annoyance. "What? You're saying this isn't a fantasy of yours?" You could hear the smirk as he spoke. Truth was, you did have a dream very similar to this last week, but you'd be damned if you admitted that to him. You picked at your cuticles, avoiding eye contact as you answered him, "Actually, my fantasies usually involve Mattheo." You stole a glance quick enough to see Theo's jaw tense and relax. "Tsk, tsk, Y/n. I know you're just trying to rile me up now." Theo got bold then, grabbing your face between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him in the eyes. He had eyes like sapphires: big beautiful gems that were scanning your face, waiting to respond to any movement or word you spoke. "Look me in the eyes this time and say you don't feel anything for me." You wracked your brain for a witty response, but the way he looked at you, pupils blown, your mind was basically mush. Theo's eyes flicked down to your lips as he licked his own. In a rare moment of bravery, you grabbed hold of his tie and yanked him toward you, his lips smashing against yours in a fever. He moved his lips to your jaw, down your neck, sucking the skin and nibbling with his teeth. He slotted a knee between your thighs, applying pressure to what you were sure were already soaked panties. The pressure of his thigh in combination with his lips working your neck had your head spinning. One of his hands traveled down to your hip, rocking you just slightly against his thigh. The smallest motion caused you to dig your fingers to tug on the hairs they were tangled in at the back of his neck, a gasping whine leaving your lips. Theo groaned against your skin, "That noise...keep making it." -"Then keep doing what your doing," you breathed out. You didn't have to tell him again, grabbing your hips to guide you, applying pressure with his thigh as you shifted your hips back and forth, grinding down on his leg. The thin material of your panties allowing you to feel the rough material of his trousers rubbing just right against your swollen clit. "Fuck, y/n, I think I can feel you through my pants, is this all f'me?" his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear as you nodded, another whimper the best response you could give him. "You gonna leave a big wet spot on m'thigh aren't ya, darling? Gonna let everyone know how well I got you off in just seven minutes?" He pushed your bucking hips down and his leg up, creating pressure on your cunt that had you fluttering around nothing. "I can feel you, darling. Such a little slut, squeezing around nothing," his words were nearly pushing you over the edge, that familiar feeling building in your lower abdomen, "Please, Theo...wanna come on your leg." Your hips messily fucking yourself on his thigh, your clit now pulsing against the soaked spot on his trousers. Theo's licking and sucking across your collarbones, and up your neck, he's everywhere all at once, "C'mon darling, let it all fucking go f'me, c'mon pretty girl." He pushed his thigh up against you, the pressure in your core finally peaking and now you're a whimpering mess, "Fuck, Theo, ohmygo-" riding out your high as he swallows the rest of your moans, allowing you to continue to slowly grind against him as you come down from your fucked out state. Just as he pulls away, the closet door swings open, Mattheo smirking at the entrance, "Have fun?" He looks you both over, jaw dropping at the large dark spot on Theo's right thigh. Your cheeks are instantly aflame, but Theo is unfazed, telling the group you two were 'going to finish what you started' as he dragged you to his dorm.

#nonny bo bonny #blurb prompts #theo nott #theo nott smut #slytherin boys

[laurenairay]

I still can’t believe that this many of you follow me but I appreciate all of you so much!

This weekend I wanted to celebrate with a little blurb prompt list weekend! I thought I’d try something a little different, something to get my creativity shaken up after posting a few longer fics recently, so I have curated a series of 12 blurb prompts, each based on a different type of kiss, and I would like to do each of them for a different player – so once a player’s name is updated on the list below, then he’s taken!

Please take a look at the list of players that I write for, and send in your ideas!

First Kiss - Nolan Patrick Shy Kiss - Andrei Svechnikov Surprise Kiss - Quinn Hughes Cute Kiss - Matt Martin Forehead Kiss - Matthew Tkachuk Passionate Kiss - Jack Hughes Sad Kiss - Anthony Beauvillier Goodbye Kiss - Elias Pettersson Reunion Kiss - Erik Johnson Funny Kiss - Tyson Jost Stop Talking Kiss - Jeff Skinner Accidental Kiss - Cale Makar

#blurb prompts #lauren celebrates 1.5k

[starlightsearches]

8 with Eddie please

Pretty Boy

Prompt List

8. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Warnings: mentions of Eddie and the bats and resulting injuries, fix-it fic, some sexual content so minors DNI, language

It's been days since you've brushed your teeth in a real sink—weeks since you've had a shower, did laundry, any of that shit. Time raced fast enough to beat a land-speed record after your eventful (and disastrous) spring break. Memories from the time lived in your mind like the breaks in a barcode: too many blanks between the hospital, a final month of high school, and before you knew it, graduation. You and Eddie had driven off in his van, still wearing your caps and gowns, waving goodbye to Wayne and Hellfire and giving the rest of the town the middle finger.

Life on the road is good. Flipping through Eddie's tapes while he drives down long stretches of barren highway, watching his hair blow around his face because he insists on having the windows down even when you're going ninety. Watching sunsets and sunrises through his van's back doors and hearing rain patter against the roof at night and seeing the weight fall of his shoulders with every mile you travel away from Hawkins.

You're well and truly in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere—parked on the side of the road some place between Indiana and California and heaven—pressed deep into the worn but soft mattress Eddie and you sleep on whenever you're not driving. His hands at your waist, bra cups pulled down over your tits, and he's giving you all kinds of attention—taking one of your nipples between his teeth and sucking slowly, kissing the curves of your breasts and biting bruises along your neck, one hand planted firmly between your legs just to feel how wet he can get you.

It's the kind of slow and steady you've been craving after so many half-dressed quickies in gas station bathrooms, passionate moments ripped away when a cop came knocking at the window.

Eddie's straddling your hips, catching some of the light from the windows when he sits up, hair glowing like a halo in the sunset.

"What are you doing?"

"Just lookin' at you, baby," he says, cupping your cheek in a big hand, "don't I get to admire my beautiful girl?"

You're staring down at his waist, and you know he has to see the desire in your longing glance, fingers sneaking under the edge of his t-shirt. "I wanna look at you, too."

Eddie falls to you, catching your attention with his lips, kissing you gentle and deep as his hands wrap around your wrists. He pulls you away from the hemline of his faded band tee, guiding one hand to his hair, winding his fingers on the other hand between yours.

And it feels so good, you'd like to ignore it. Like to let him do whatever he wants to you, never questioning the way he flinches whenever you brush up against his side.

You'd like to, but you can't.

Turning your head, you pull away from Eddie's lips, breathing quietly and trying your best to orient yourself when your body wants so badly to get lost in him.

"Baby," there's worry in the words, guiding your eyes back to his with the tip of his finger against your cheek, "what is it, honey?"

Your voice is soft as the breeze coming in through the open windows. "Why won't you let me see you?"

Eddie's face falls. All that pain, that fear you'd thought you'd left behind with at the Welcome to Hawkins sign is here again, in a place it doesn't belong.

"It's not- sweetheart, it's nothing like that—"

He’s cut off though, as soon as he feels your hand at his belt, fingers stumbling around in the dark under his shirt, over the soft planes of his stomach. It's just as you remember it—the thin, dark hairs, the little roll of fat just above his belly button when he leans over you like this. Veering a little to the left, you find a new landmark, stroking the tip of your finger over the puckered skin before lifting his shirt a little higher with a tilt of your wrist.

Eddie hears the gasp and must think the worst, already fighting to cover up the pink-scarred skin of his hip, claw marks and tiny teeth leaving permanent marks.

Eddie's voice is heavy. "I didn't want you to see them."

But you have seen them now. Fingers wrapped around his rib cage, you study every last wound—flooded again with the wet, raw stench of that hell-world beneath Hawkins, the pounding of your heart, and the feeling of Eddie's blood trapped under your nails as you forcibly dragged him back from the edge.

"Do they hurt?"

"Not so much," Eddie says, but you think he might be lying, "not anymore."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Because,"—he sits back on his heels in the space between your legs, twisting one of his rings around his finger—"I- because they're ugly."

God, your eyes sting, and you blink the feeling away as best you can. "Eddie—nothing about you could be ugly to me."

There are tears welling up in his big, brown eyes, watching you with disbelief as you slide close to him, cupping his face in both hands.

"You're beautiful, Eddie. The prettiest boy in the whole world."

He glances away from you, rubbing his knuckles along the sheets. "You're just saying that."

But a breath shudders on the way out of his lungs, and he's watching you like you're God when you tug at the bottom of his t-shirt again, raising his arms when you slip it up and over his head.

"You don't believe me?"

He shakes his head, biting at his lips until he turns them ruby, and you keep your eyes on him as you lean down, pressing a kiss to one of the the pink stripes normally hidden underneath his collar.

"Do you believe me now?"

"No," he whispers. The air sounds thinner up where he is.

Another kiss, this time just below the curve of his pectoral.

"Now?"

"Still no."

Your lips run along his lowest rib, tongue drifting over the fading stitch marks.

"What about now?"

He shakes, head rolled back, resting on the door. "I think maybe I'm starting to, baby."

A soft smile pulls at the corners of your mouth, and you kiss at his jaw before returning to marks at his sides. He'll believe it eventually, and you have all the time in the world.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #my writing #delaney tag 💖 #blurb prompts

[killmongerskeeper]

Prompt List

Prompt week is HERE! Pretty simple just in which prompt you want from any category for the character of your choice. (Erik, Namor, Shuri, or T'Challa.) You can even mix and match 2 different ones. I will be working on requests all day today so send them in! This goes all all week ending Saturday. Some may be short but that depends on what comes out my brain. Now for the prompts

Fluff

Palm kisses

Sitting next to someone, hands in one’s lap, leaning against them and kissing their shoulder

A kiss on the temple

Randomly while holding hands bringing joined hands together to kiss the back of the hand

Topless and face-down, a kiss on the shoulder blade

The playful kiss on the tip of the nose

Laying on someone’s chest and kissing their sternum

Kissing the crown of the head

"I’ll give you a ride"

Behind someone who’s sitting down, leaning over to kiss the forehead (and potentially block their eyesight with hair falling in their face)

Kissing scars either shortly or long after they’ve healed

Standing behind someone, hugging them around the arms or the waist, and kissing the top edge of the shoulder

Kissing someone to stop them blurting out a secret/something they’ll regret

"I can’t regret mistakes that led me to you"

Leaving notes everywhere for them to find

"Is that my shirt?"

"Home sweet home

"How about a kiss before I leave?"

"You remembered."

"Come here, let me help you."

Smut

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed”

"They're mine"

“I want you now”

“Use your tongue”

“You can get louder can’t you”

“Don’t cum yet”

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

“Stay quiet"

“I told you to stay still"

“I promise I’ll be good”

“If we weren’t in public right now I’d have my head between your legs”

“Don’t pretend to be so innocent”

“I bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”

“Don’t worry I’ll make you feel really good”

“Don’t give me that look”

“Take it off slowly”

“Don’t be so rough there can’t be any marks”

“Don’t worry I’ll take of you”

Friends with benefits

“We’re in public you know”

Angst

"Their blood is on your hands."

"Everyone I’ve cared about has either died or left me. Except for you."

"You mean nothing to me."

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"We’ll see each other again."

"Why does it feel like this is goodbye?"

"You’re the one good thing left in this world."

"It’s okay. You can let go."

"You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you."

"I can't lose you again!"

"You were dead, I saw you die."

"I'm real. I'm here."

"I never meant to hurt you"

“I guess we weren’t as compatible as we once thought.”

“I gave you so many fucking chances, yet you kept fucking them up. And I’m done. I can’t— I don’t want to do this anymore. I deserve better than whatever bullshit you’re giving me.”

“I will always love you, but just not in the way I wish I still could.” 

“I’m done trying with you.”

“We had a good run, didn’t we?”

“You’re a mistake I’m never going to regret.”

"Why can't you let anyone in?"

Prompt credits: @onewhoturns // @rainysoot // @nightprompts // @sultrypotter

#blurb prompts #black panther #black panther imagines #black panther prompts #shuri #namor #erik killmonger #tchalla #fluff #smut #angst

[rafesmuse]

cockwarming w rafe but he gives in before reader does?

“just sit still, a’ight? don’t wanna get you all needy f’me right away.“ rafe winks at you, holding your hips firmly to prevent you from moving, seeing who can stay still the longest. you feel so fucking tight around him— the way you’re squeezing him could make him cum instantly, but his ego forces him to put on his best poker face while his blue eyes stare at you intensely.

“you talking to yourself, pretty boy?” you taunt, making him chuckle at your confidence, accepting the challenge as he sits relaxed with you on his lap, knowing he’s going to win regardless. his hands move from your hips to behind his head as he leans backwards with the cockiest smile on his face, gazing up at you.

“i can feel you dripping down my legs, princess, making a fucking mess everywhere, shit.” rafe chuckles before slapping your ass, determined to get you to move first.

“yeah? imagine how good it would feel to thrust up into me right now, im so fucking wet for you.” you whisper the last part as you move your head closer to his ear, causing goosebumps to form all over his body as he feels your hot breath on his skin. he groans as you place soft kisses all over his neck, lightly sucking on his skin, knowing exactly where his sensitive spots are.

“i can feel you so fucking deep inside of me, rafe.” you murmur as you slowly lick from his collarbone to his ear while letting out breathy moans. “don’t… don’t say shit like that.”

he’s so close— so close to pounding into you right there and then. he gradually starts to lose control, his hands moving back to your hips, gripping the skin so firmly that it’s going to leave bruises for days. you continue teasing him, leaving love bites all over his neck and collarbone before gripping his jaw and kissing him passionately, tongues fighting for dominance as he moans into your mouth.

“fuck it.” rafe snaps, forcefully pulling you from his lap and bending you over on the couch, your head pushed into the cushions as he slips back inside of you in one quick thrust and sets an unrelenting pace right away. “i… i win.” you manage to say in between thrusts as he pounds into you, the tip of his cock continuously hitting your cervix. “yeah? we’ll see who’s winning when you can’t fucking walk tomorrow.”

#♡₊˚ for arina 🍒・₊ #anon #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron concept #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you

[shellxrls]

asking rafe if he still likes you while he's literally inside you..

he’s buried straight to the hilt, softer thrusts eliciting the gentle patter of skin-against-skin whilst you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and breath in his scent — one that’s so uniquely him, clean but so rich that it borders on being overpowering.

he takes notice of your clenched brows against him, the creases in your skin rubbing against his warmed neck every time he sheathes himself inside of you, but he pays them no mind — distracted by the feeling of your sopping cunt swallowing him in almost deeper with every movement.

consequently, he’s much quieter than usual, although not one with a penchant to be noisy, he would usually reassure you throughout the entire experience, coddle you regardless of the big bad rafe pretence he held in front of others.

you sniffle, mewling lightly into his skin as you huff out a few short pants, “rafe.”

“‘mmh,” he breathes out against your head, warmth brushing over your hairline.

“do you still like me?” you murmur, smushing your lips against his skin to muffle your question, the action causing your nose to tingle when you feel the vibrations reverberate from his skin onto yours.

“do i still like you?” he mimics, brows raised in slight exasperation before he registers your complete and utter seriousness and drops the sass, “baby — i’m- i’m quite literally inside of you right now, ofcourse, of course i still like you. godamn.”

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader smut #rafe cameron concept #rafe cameron imagine #rafe x reader smut #rafe smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron obx #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron fluff

[devinedoll]

i saw smth about beautiful dainty light hearted girls with their pet frat boys (their boyfriends) and it is just sooooo rafe and reader. if the idea was a person i’d fuck it.

oh my god oh my god oh my god ur speaking my language!! credit to @princessbrunette for creating frat!rafe (my beloved)

frat!rafe x innocent reader headcannons

- frat!rafe who loves parading you around parties, a pretty little thing on his arm. he gets many jealous glares and nods of approval. people are always astounded by the sheer juxtaposition of how perverted and arrogant the boy was, and how sweet and charismatic you were.

- frat!rafe who loves the summer because of your sweet little sundresses. he’s obsessed with the way they squish your tits and flow around your ass, the perfect length for him to sneak his hand in and squeeze affectionately.

- frat!rafe who loves when you tutor him, bringing you up into his messy room in the shared house, listening to your soft voice explain a complicated concept. he loves eating you out up here, listening to you trail off as you succumb to pleasure.

- frat!rafe who lets you drink with him, loving you all tipsy and pliant, barely clothed and all his. his favorite is when you get to the point where you’re no longer bothered by pda, pushing your plush tits into him and pawing at him to take you upstairs. the look he shares with his frat boys at your desperation would usually disgust you, but you’re too needy and drunk to notice. blindly following him through the house, hand-in-hand.

- frat!rafe who fucks you loudly in your dorm room, not caring about how thin the walls were and how red your face would be when you exit your pleasure induced haze, “yeah that’s real good kid, let em hear ya” and you’re whining and nodding, so fucked out that you just go with what he says.

- frat!rafe who loves when you need him. whether that be fixing a light, carrying something heavy, building furniture. he wants you to rely on him, he needs to be needed.

- frat!rafe who kisses you soooo sloppy in public no matter how much you complain. you love it, you really do, but the excess saliva and the visible tongue make your cheeks flush—the blonde boy chiding at you, “s’okay baby, everyone knows we’re together, nothin’ to be embarrassed about yeah?”

#rafe cameron prompt #i would do more of these if people like them😋😋 #frat!rafe #rafe cameron #rafe cameron concepts #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron smut #rafe outer banks

[starkeyisthelastname]

stepbro!rafe tricking you (being innocent) that he needs help but actually you cockwarm him and you ask him why you feel so weird on your privatparts and he just talks with you through it until he just cums inside you cause he couldn’t take it anymore

Hehe. ���

“Lock the door behind you.” Rafe’s voice said quietly as you patted into the bedroom.

You wondered why your step-brother wanted the door locked to watch a movie, but didn’t say anything as he always told you he knew best. Kicking off your furry slippers, you happily climbed into the bed where he was waiting.

“What movie are we watching Rafey?” You asked cutely, voice soft as you snuggled next to him. Your heavy tits pressed against his bicep as you looked up at him with curious eyes.

The ache ran straight to his cock as he glanced down at you. You were the fucking prettiest thing with your long eyelashes, full lips and gorgeous little body. He absolutely had to have you and he knew you would do anything to make him happy.

“Whatever you want sweetness.” He told you.

Your eyes widened at this as Rafe hardly ever let you pick. You eagerly grabbed the remote and began shuffling through one streaming app to another, not realizing your step-brother was getting a little impatient. The way you were wiggling around as you babbled on about how you couldn’t decide was making Rafe’s cock swell. Your tits bouncing with each little movement you made, nearly spilling out of the tiny silk tank top you wore.

Grabbing your hips, he sat you down in his lap to be still, not caring about the kitten like whine that left your mouth. “Sit still and pick the fucking movie. Yeah?” He said roughly.

You nodded with a bratty frown, as you finally picked the Cinderella Story. You snuggled your back further into Rafe’s chest, your ass resting snugly between his spread legs. He reached over to turn the lamp off, making the room dark except from the girly movie playing. Your eyes engrossed into the shit that he could care less about, as he leaned back against the pillows.

Half way through the movie, you didn’t even realize the large tip of your step-brother’s cock was poking at your entrance. You had been so focused on the screen that Rafe’s hands pulling your shorts aside hasn’t even crossed your mind.

“Rafey what are you-..” Your voice turning into a whimper as he pushed his cock into your warm cunt.

“Hush and watch your movie. You are gonna help me. Okay? You love helping your big bro don’t you?” He whispered in your ear.

He was right. You did love helping him. So you sat there and took it like a good step-sister. You tried your best to turn your attention back to the movie, all while your princess parts felt so full. Rafe had you right where he wanted. Tight little cunt fluttering around his fat length as he held you still, warming his cock in the process. He couldn’t help but let out a small groan as he had never felt anything so incredible.

“Rafey-why do you feel so weird?” Your voice shaky as you unknowingly soaked his cock.

“Shhh- sweetness. You just sit on my cock like a good girl.” The older boy told you, hands coming down to hold your waist firmly. He was embarrassed to say how close he was to bursting inside of you, your pussy squeezing his dick in vice grip.

Little moans and whimpers left between your lips as the weird sensation just kept getting more intense. You knew somewhere in your mind that this was wrong but your step-brother knew best didn’t he? You were helping him after all.

“Shit.. sweet girl keep squeezing me like that.” Rafe grunted, each time your cunt clenched around him when he would move even slightly. The pride he was losing at the edge of already cumming inside of you, made him want squeeze your throat in frustration. How dare his step-sister have such an incredible pussy that made him want bust his load?

He couldn’t hold back anymore, his hand instinctively coming to your throat to grab. You squeaked out his name, your smaller hand coming to rest on his as the warmth of something gooey shot up inside you.

“Such a good little slut..” Rafe barely whispered. “I mean helper. Such a good little helper.”

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron prompt #drew starkey #drew starkey smut #drew starkey x reader #obx smut #obx #stepbro!rafe

[princessbrunette]

rafe getting home from a long day at work and winedrunk reader waiting for him in the couch, wearing a pretty little short dress from a dinner she had with her girl friends and being all clingy and going on and on about how much she'd let him do 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 pls i need this man

god this is awfully me coded

he’s already pinching his nose bridge when he walks through the front door. following in his fathers footsteps is proving way harder than he thought it would be — and the pressure he is putting himself under is gathering in a vague yet aggravating ache at the base of his neck through to the scrunch of his eyebrows.

you’re on the other end of the spectrum, elated — pampered and princessed by rafes hand, giving you a good life thanks to his hard work. you’d gone out to dinner with the girls, returning tipsy and horny thanks to the shared bottle of rosé, and you all but giggle when your boyfriend walks through the door — ignoring his usual dark and stormy aura.

his back straightens when he enters the living room and sees you, as if a little startled you’re home so early. if he’s being honest, he’s not in the mood for any silliness — still frustrated from the deal gone wrong, all whilst barry was blowing up his phone trying to drag him back into his old life. rafes hands fall by his side, glancing at the way you’re sat, wearing a little dress he would have had something to say about you wearing outside around other people if he wasn’t too preoccupied with other stress.

“you’re back early.” he converses dryly as he drops down onto the opposite couch, spreading his legs and leaning his head back against the cushion. you bite your lip, eyeing him like he was your prey — an unusual switching of roles.

“the girls wanted to stay out longer, but i missed you.” you hop up in your bubbly manner, “y’look stressed, rafey.” you slide around the back of the couch, delicate hands coming down onto his shoulders and rubbing the tense muscle. you liked this, liked playing concerned housewife when your big bad rafe would come home all broody and mad. doting on him got you off.

“i am stressed. where’d you go?” he stares ahead, brow still heavy with irritation. if you wanted to play all sweet and suck up to him, he could only hope you knew what you were getting yourself into — that being a vessel for him to pound out his frustration. however, from the way you were touching on him, letting your hands slide down from his shoulders to run down his strong chest and stomach through his shirt, you were okay with that. infact, you were encouraging it.

“that new restaurant down by the pier. s’good… we should go…” your voice is soft and it relaxes him a bit, his eyes finally dropping down to your hands when your pinkie finger slides just beneath his belt. he looks, and then turns his head and looks at you, nodding in gesture to the couch.

“sit down, would you?”

you do what he says, you’d do anything he says right in that moment. you pout when you drop down right next to him, curling your legs beneath you. you wanted his touch, his attention, and you had a feeling he’d make you work for it. “do you need anything rafe? is there anything i can do for you?” your voice is nearly slurring, just slow and honey-like as your hand carefully grazes his chest again. he turns his head, to look at you — serious and still wearing the mask of irritation from his day. it’s hard to keep it up when you’re all fluttery lashes and twinkling eyes though.

“yeah, actually.” he drawls, eyes dropping shamelessly to your lips and then your tits. the slightest bit of attention makes you preen, and your manicured hand slides over his thigh, a longing exhale leaving you.

“i’ll do anything you want. i’d let you do anything to me.” you nearly whine, hand creeping up nearer to his crotch. he watches your hand, only glancing up at you.

“oh yeah? like what?” you can see the stress melting off him a little. your hand cups his bulge and you feel him hardening.

“i dunno, whatever you want rafe.” you pout, wanting him to take the lead. he glances at you again, which prompts you to keep rambling. “just wanna get fucked, needed it all day — i’ll do anything, i’ll take you in my throat, i’ll even let you put it in my ass just - just need you i missed you—” you sound like you’re getting upset from the lack of attention as your hand grips him, practically jerking him through his khaki pants and he winces, exhaling with his jaw agape and raising his hand, wrapping it round your throat to cut you off. he doesn’t squeeze, but his grip is firm and you squeak like a dog toy.

“alright.” he silences you, nose twitching a little in aggression. your hand slows a little before reaching for his belt, shaky fingers undoing it. “you miss me? yeah? want you to show me how much you miss me whilst i’m out here busting my ass to keep you happy.” he mumbles, jaw set as you pull his length out his pants. he cups the back of your head, pushing your face towards his length making you stumble to reposition yourself on the couch. “down you go. you know what to do.” he scratches behind your ear affectionately, which is enough to soothe you and you happily get to work, leaving lipgloss prints on his shaft.

“good girl. shit.” he sinks further into the couch, spreading his legs more as he gets comfortable. your ass is practically in the air as you bend over on the couch to suck him off, obscene sucking noises and your own leud gags all that can be heard for the time being. your dress has ridden up over the swell of your ass cheek and he shakes his head disapprovingly, hand sliding up the back of your thigh to grip the meat of your ass, making you whimper around his cock. “and we’re gonna talk about this dress when you’re done. can’t have you sluttin’ yourself out around town. you’re not a pogue, and slutting you out’s my job.” his voice is low and quiet, it’s even a struggle to hear him over your own gargles. you didn’t mind his disapproval, you wore it with intention — and you knew he’d follow through and fuck you in it.

#anon #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader

[suugarbabe]

Mattheo Riddle 27 & 36, possibly a smutty end?

(27) "Are you really so oblivious?" (36) "Can I kill him now?" 18+ MDNI!

"oh come on, Teo, he was just being nice! Other people are allowed to be nice to me, yanno," you were doing your best to keep up with his strides. He huffed in annoyance, "Cormac is not people, he's dodgy, a right fucking tosser he is, Y/n and he was fucking hitting on you." You scoffed as you followed him through the portrait hole, and through the common room, right up the steps to the boys dorms, "He was not hitting on me, he was just-" Mattheo spun around, cutting you off, shouting at you "Are you really so oblivious?" He was angry, you understood that but for him to scream at you, imply you were daft was too far. Now it was your turn to be frustrated, to be pissed off and now you were going to play with Mattheo's mind. You flicked your wand, opening his dorm door. "Room. Now." you practically spat the sentence at him and you saw his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. As tough as he was with everyone else, he never yelled at you; you didn't allow it. But he just broke that rule, and now you were seething. He backed into his room, every step he took backwards you took forward until the back of his knees hit the foot of his bed frame. With another flick of your wrist his door was shut and locked, silencing charm applied. "Do you really think Cormac would have any chance with me?" a shudder of a breath left his lips as you ran your finger up his chest, tracing a line beside his tie and up to his neck. You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look down at you, "You know you're the only one, I want Teo. The only one I'd let touch me here," you grabbed his hand, placing it between your thighs so he could feel the heat radiating from your cunt, the dampness on your panties that was forming. "Bloody hell," he breathed, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. You ran both hands down his chest now, lightly scratching at him as you made your way to his belt, unbuckling and unbuttoning his trousers as you spoke, "You know you're the only one I want in my mouth, deep down in my throat." A whimper leaves his pretty pink lips and you drop to your knees, tugging down his trousers in the process and freeing his cock finally. "Fuck, Y/n," he breaths out when you grab the base and lick the underside and up, wrapping your lips around his leaking head as his hand moves to the back of your head and gives you a little push as you take him fully in your mouth, allowing him to bottom out to your throat just like you said. His hand grips your hair tightly and the burning in your scalp only fuels your further, swallowing around him at the back of your throat before pulling back slightly, working him with your mouth in tandem with one hand as the other comes up to cup and massage his balls. Mattheo is a whimpering mess, doing his best to restrain himself from just grabbing hold of your face and fucking your mouth until he's spilling down your throat. You grab his thighs, raking your nails down the flesh as you bob your head faster, deeper each time until you're nearly gagging each time. "Fuck," he hisses as you scratch down his legs, "you keep doing that, princess and I'm gonna be filling your mouth." You can't help but laugh to yourself given the current state your mouth is in, the vibrations from this on his cock exactly what sends him over the edge and you grab hold of his ass, holding him deep in your throat as you swallow around him, lapping up everything he's giving you in his release. You slowly release him from your mouth as he's panting. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip, gathering a little bit of his release that managed to leak out before pressing his thumb into your mouth and you're sucking on it greedily, savoring the last of him. "Feel better?" You ask as he's stuffing himself back into his uniform. He's still panting, catching his breath but he nods. You know he's still probably angry and this is confirmed when Mattheo gently cups your cheek, kissing your forehead, "I'm going to pay you back for that in the best way later tonight. But, can I kill him now?" You sigh, nodding your head and in a flash he's out the door.

#nonny bo bonny #blurb prompts #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smutt

[laurenairay]

With my birthday coming up on Saturday 25th, I thought I would post a round of blurbs prompts to celebrate with! They will be written first come first served, with you guys choosing any player from this list, and I’ll be posting them on Saturday evening – let’s have some fun!

(Will potentially add a few more prompts if you guys are interested!)

1)   “You know it’s only you who makes me like this.” - Nathan MacKinnon 2)   “Hold my hand.” “What?” - Tyson Jost 3)   “You bet on us?” - Jacob Markstrom 4)   “Come on, dance with me.” - Cale Makar 5)   “We should compare hands. You know, for science.” - Dougie Hamilton 6)   “Would it be weird if I kissed you?” Andrei Svechnikov 7)   “It’s raining, you’re going to get sick.” - Colton Parayko 8)   “I’ve had a terrible day at work…so just kiss me.” - Chris Kreider 9)   “Spend the night with me?” - Casey Cizikas 10)   “My clothes look good on you.” - Jamie Oleksiak 11)   “Your bed head is really cute.” - JT Compher 12)   “Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.” - Tyler Seguin 13)   “I wanted to surprise you.” - Andrei Svechnikov 14)   “This is the opposite of what I asked you to do.” - Matthew Tkachuk 15)   “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” – Leon Draisaitl 16)   “what are you doing up?” “My personal heater went away” - Nolan Patrick

Tagging some mutuals: @tippedbykreider @wyattjohnston​ @texanstarslove​ @typical-simplelove​ @starshine-hockey-girl​ @fallinallincurls​ @jostyriggslover96 @matthewtkachuk @thebookofmags​ @suitandtys​ @senditcolton​

#birthday celebrations #blurb prompts #birthday prompt list

[moremaybank]

jj eating you out for as long as he wants while you squirm around him. your hips rise off the bed, the feeling so overwhelmingly powerful, so good but so fucking much. you squirm, legs shaking vigorously. jj just peers up at you, slipping two fingers into you while this thumb replaces his tongue on your clit for a moment. "where you goin', baby? don't run from me." and he says it so sweetly, voice a little raspy. then he buries his face back in your pussy, lips latching onto your oversensitive bud as he groans in satisfaction at your taste. "not goin' nowhere, pretty girl. now cream on my face."

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[killmongerskeeper]

I'm getting ahead of myself a bit lol. First and foremost, I want to say I appreciate every last one of you. I wasn't expecting much when I started back writing, but it brought in 300+ new followers and tons of interactions! Welcome, and I hope I can live up to your expectations for what you were looking for here!

Now for the news! Tomorrow, I'm going to put out a compiled prompt list from all over tumblr for you guys to send me a category, a number, and the character of your choice. The list will consist of Fluff, Smut, and Angst.

Example: Hey can I get #12 from Fluff with Namor?

Something along those lines as long as I can tell what and who you want. Some may be long, and some may be short. Just depends on what comes out of my brain lol. This should be exciting!

#black panther imagines #black panther 2 #shuri black panther #killmonger imagine #namor imagine #blurb prompts

[strawberrymatchawhore]

baby

summary- babying your "tough" hubby rafe.. maybe some freakydeakyness at the end

note- this is the complete opposite of the rafe ive been writing about LMAOOO.. this man is SO BAD help me

it was 2am and you were in your bedroom scrolling on your phone, a random netflix show playing in the background. you've been waiting for your husband to get home for hours, being the wife to the chief of police did have its negatives. this was one of them.

you heard footsteps walking up the stairs and immediately turned off your phone, throwing the covers over yourself you pretend to be asleep. the door opens and you feel the weight of the bed shift.

"hey baby. sorry for getting home so late" rafe says giving your forehead a kiss, you jokingly ignore him.

"c'mon now i know youre awake.. get up and hold me." he begged tiredly, you couldnt help but giggle at how desperate he sounded.

"fine." you mumbled into the sheets but stayed in your position, he hugs you putting all of his weight on your body.

"okay okayy, i got it. now get off me you fatty." you whined, pushing his large frame off of you. you leaned against the bed frame and opened your arms, the both of you adjusting to a more comfortable position. which was the both of you propped up against a pillow.

"im so tired." he yawns into your chest, you played with his hair as the both of you stayed in silence.

"i know you are, you need a day off. youve been working too hard." validating him, his hand plays with the ribbon of your pajama shorts.

"see? youre still in your uniform, youre gonna make the bed dirty." you patted his back and drew circles on it.

"what, you want me take it off? if you wanted to see me naked you couldve asked sweetheart." he looked up at you and smirked. you glared at him, lightly slapping his arm.

"not what i meant.." you blushed.

"youre so cute you know that rafey, honestly when i look at you i just want to eat you." you confessed and massaged his temples, his face nuzzles into your chest even further. clearly he was blushing as well.

"i dont know how i got so lucky, im so glad i have a such a beautiful boy in my life. everything about you is just perfect." you cooed admiring his sculpted face, the way his plump lips curled into a smile.

"stopppp" he whined. you couldnt help but pull out your phone and take a picture. because if you didnt, who wouldve believe that your 6'2 husband loved to be babied like this? not like you were going to show anyone, its just for your eyes only. you wanted to cherish this moment forever.

"did you just take a picture?"

"let me see it." he shot up and reached for your phone. you put your phone under your pillow and laid on it, making sure he wasnt able to grab it. the two of you started play fighting.

"nooo please, you look so cute. let me keep it!!" you laughed, he started to tickle you. and you slowly started to fall off the bed. your legs wrapped around his waist and dragged him down, if you were gonna fall he was going to come down with you.

the laughing coming from you both died down and you looked up at him, what a funny position. you both were on the floor and he was in between your legs hovering over you.

rafe leaned downed and passionately kissed your lips, his hand starts to play with your shorts. you eventually pull away and slap his hand.

"nuh uh. go shower first. you stink." you got up to your feet then helped your boyfriend get up as well. you looked up at rafe with your head tilted, what was this man plotting?

"not unless you join me.. you cant say no" he quickly said and grabbed you by the waist. hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you to the master bathroom.

"ahhh! rafe stop!!" you busted out laughing, kicking your feet as he practically dragged you to the shower. he put you down and turned on the warm water, it poured over you both. you furrowed your eyebrows.

"great now my clothes are all wet." you pouted crossing your arms over your now soaked tank top.

"more reason to take it off... lift your arms f'me"

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[shellxrls]

asking to feel JJ while he’s soft and he’s like: “wtf? but yea.” and as soon as you touch him he’s hard.

“it kinda looks like a gummy worm,” you muse, twisting his limp dick slightly and attempting to admire it from an angle.

“babe i do not know what fucked up gummy worms you’ve been eating, but junior ain’t a gummy worm,” he states simply, growing restless from your constant touching.

you giggle, continuing your inspection for only a couple of seconds before, much to your amiss, you notice jj getting hard once again.

“jeez man it’s only been — what, a minute?” you chuckle, beginning to stroke your fist as you finish the question, causing him to choke and stumble over his answer and instead let out an embarrassing loud groan.

“‘m sensitive,” he mumbles, followed by a string of curses and a “ohh, yeah keep doing that mama.”

#asks.ᐟ ⋆｡˚𖦹 #;anon #;concepts #jj maybank #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank obx #jj maybank concept #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x reader smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x you #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank fic #jj maybank one shot #obx jj maybank

[devinedoll]

ok but imagine super pervy + gross best friend!rafe and reader hanging out on reader’s cutesy pink bed and he somehow convinces her to give him a kiss on the lips (her first kiss) but she makes him promise to keep his hands to himself cause they’re just best friends… we all know he can’t do such thing.

rafe’s almost embarrassed by the way he’s comforted by the ambience in your room. the soft lighting, the fuzzy blankets, the endless stuffies, rafe would deny it if you ever asked, but he loves it here.

he loves it almost as much as he loves the events occuring within it.

you look so small underneath him, the boy positioned over you with his head propped up on an elbow. you lay on your back, fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of your tube top under rafe’s intense gaze.

“just one kiss kid, y’gonna have to do it eventually” he comments, eyes raking up and down your body as you contemplate.

your swollen tits poke out the hemline of your top, and there’s a taunting sliver of skin between the end of the shirt and the top of your skirt. rafe studies the skin, he wants to lick it.

he wonders if you’re cold, because your nipples are hard beneath the white fabric. two little beads that make rafe’s mouth water.

you pull him out of his perverse trance with a childish mumble, “just a bit scared.”

he almost laughs, but he catches the sight of your glossy lip pulled between your teeth, and shelves the reaction, opting for a smirk instead, “s’really not even a big deal kid, c’mon… real quick?”

he should be ashamed at the way he’s playing you right now, belittling your fears in hopes of getting his hands on you. he’s not though. in fact, he’s rock hard next to you. silently wishing he could just pull your little skirt down, move your panties to the side, and give it to you hard and fast.

when you nod shyly, his cock twitches, but your small voice piping up to voice another concern, “just a kiss though, that’s all.”

he scoffs under his breath, but moves before you can clock it. he shifts onto his back, thick hands grabbing at your waist to pull you on top of him. your thighs straddle him, and he swears he can feel the heat of your pussy against his cock, “alright babydoll, now or never.”

you feel a calloused palm against the back of your neck, and the pressure of it pushing you down. you comply, now forehead to forehead with rafe cameron himself.

his lips press into yours gently. a slow, audible kiss that makes you tingle. you exhale slowly, warm air tickling his skin.

when you pull away, he’s smiling a lazy smirk, “see? wasn’t so hard. let’s try somethin’ else yeah?” he says, pulling you back into him.

he’s kissing you before you can obstruct, his hands sliding lower to grip your waist, and then your hips, and then your ass.

your mouth opens with a small gasp at the contact, and he uses this opportunity to slip his tongue in, groaning lowly when it glides against yours.

you wiggle hesitantly in his lap, but your mouth meshes with his nonetheless, he scoffs quietly, “quit squirmin’. you like this shit, you know you do.”

#rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron #rafe cameron concepts #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron smut #rafe outer banks